“If I want?” he repeated.
“Yes. I don’t want you to feel pressured or obligated, so if you want to go get Cole, that’s cool.” Without me really meaning to, my tongue slid across my dry lower lip, and Wesley’s eyes tracked it like a laser beam.
“Pressured or obligated, huh?” This time when his gaze met mine, all awkwardness had gone and in its place was the heated desire he’d shown during our shared-dream bath.
“Yes,” I repeated. “I don’t want to take advantage of you, seeing as I am now the older woman.” I laughed, and he groaned, burying his face in the pillow.
“The guys will never let me live this down. It’s my birthday in just over a month, just so we’re clear.” His head popped back up, and he narrowed his eyes at me, inches from my face.
“You turn twenty-one soon?” I clarified, and he nodded. “Can we go out?”
“Can we go out? Or do you mean all of us?” His gaze darted between my eyes and lips, like he couldn’t decide which he’d rather focus on.
“Either. Both?” I shrugged, but inside I was squealing like a little girl. I had such a crush on Wesley, and despite how things were—hopefully—about to progress physically, the idea of going on a date with him made my belly erupt with butterflies.
“Hmm, I think we can manage that,” he agreed. “On one condition.”
“Oh? What’s that?” I had a fair idea but was really enjoying this confident Wesley.
“Kiss me,” he whispered.
Believe me when I say I did not need to be told twice. Closing the short distance between us, I touched my lips to his in a gentle, teasing kiss. For a moment, he stayed still and allowed me to kiss him lightly, but when I made to move away, his hand grasped my face and pulled me back to him.
This time as our lips met, it was with the urgency of months of pent up desire. His tongue met mine in a clash of passion while he rolled me onto my back and situated himself above me. Just as had happened in our dream-that-wasn’t-a-dream, it was like a switch had been flipped and all of a sudden we could barely get enough of each other.
Hands were roaming everywhere, and before I knew it, my loose T-shirt was on the floor and Wesley’s lips were around one of my nipples while my fingers threaded into his hair. A breathy moan escaped me as he sucked and licked at my hardened peaks, causing little shock waves of pleasure to vibrate through me. My legs seemed to have a life of their own as they wrapped around Wesley’s waist and pulled his hips flush with mine, his rock hard shaft pressing through thin fabric against my throbbing groin.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he muttered, releasing my breast and reclaiming my lips in a searing hot kiss. My hands slipped from his hair down to his waist and quickly located the band of his shorts.
His lips paused against mine as I slipped a hand inside his tight boxers and dragged a teasing finger down the length of his erection.
“Kit,” he murmured, shivering visibly and grinding his teeth. “Don’t tease.”
“Sorry,” I smirked, not the least bit sorry, but I did wrap my hand more securely around him and gave a few slow strokes. He groaned low in his throat, then recaptured my lips with a frenzy while my hand explored his rigid flesh.
“Bugger, love.” River’s voice was like a bucket of ice water, and we froze. “You have no idea how bad I do not want to interrupt this right now.”
“I think we have some idea,” I muttered, looking over to the door where the sexy Brit leaned against the frame in sharply pressed suit pants and a white dress shirt. His sleeves were rolled up, showing his tanned forearms. Or rather, forearm. Singular. The other arm was encased in a sleek-looking black cast and suspended across his chest by a sling.
“I just bet you do, Kitten.” His heated look reminded me of our bedroom session back in Alaska with Cole, and I gave Wesley’s cock another firm stroke while River watched.
“Sweetheart, you’re killing me,” Wesley protested. “Can we kick him out and continue?”
“Tempting.” I winked at Wes, then raised an eyebrow at River. “Mind giving us a minute or twenty, Alpha?”
“I seriously wish I could,” River sighed. “But Director Pierre is here and demanding to see you. Figured you might not want him barging in here while you’re... like this...”
“Shit,” Wesley swore, then gave me a quick kiss and rolled off to clamber out of bed. “Sorry, sweetheart. I need this job. To be continued?”
“Count on it,” I promised, watching him quickly dress but making no sudden movements myself. Once he had yanked on a pair of loose jeans and one of his signature oversized T-shirts, he leaned back over the bed and kissed me again, this time more slowly. Taking his time, almost like he was memorizing the shape of my lips, he cupped one of my bare breasts in his palm and rolled the nipple between his fingers until River cleared his throat loudly.
“I’ll get to planning my birthday date then,” Wesley whispered to me, then darted out of the room past his scowling team leader.
“Kitten,” River prompted, raising an eyebrow over one of his beautiful golden eyes. “Are you going to get dressed?”
“Do I have to?” I pouted teasingly, running my hands across my naked chest and resting them on my breasts. “What if I’m not fully back to normal yet?” That actually wasn’t a line. My energy was still noticeably low, but it wasn’t exactly surprising given the amount of magic it must have taken to heal myself, Wesley, and Caleb.
“Then I have no doubt we will be able to help you out after your father leaves the apartment. But none of us particularly want to be caught with our pants down around his daughter, as I’m sure you can imagine.” River’s words made logical sense, but his gaze followed my hands as I gently caressed my own breasts then slid one hand down my belly until it reached the waistband of my panties.
“Sounds fair,” I agreed, sliding my panties down my legs and kicking them aside. “But I’m not going to sit there and be berated by my Dad while I’m this worked up. So come in and watch or don’t, but either way, close the door, would you?”
River said nothing but took a step inside the room and slammed the door tightly behind him before leaning his back against it and pinning me with an intense stare. “Quickly, Kitten. These doors don’t have locks.” His rich accent rolled over me, and I grinned. Quick, I could do.
Wesley had already gotten me hot and bothered, so it barely required much effort at all before I came hard around my own fingers while River’s unblinking stare seared into me. His suit pants were looking rather snug by the time I was done, and he crossed the gap between us in two long strides to kiss me hard before making a somewhat animalistic growl and slamming out of the room again.
Biting back a laugh at his expense, I heaved my exhausted ass out of the bed and scouted around for some clothes.
Hopefully the weird vibe I had been getting from Jonathan was just gas or something and we’d be back to normal when we spoke. I guessed we would soon find out.
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