30
WESLEY
LeavingLake Ridge was more of a challenge than I anticipated.
I was getting cock blocked by the Midwest goodbye—when you say you’re leaving and then stand there talking for twenty to thirty minutes. Sometimes even longer than that.
Normally, I was pretty swift about getting out of those situations, but with Juliette, it was a little different. Becauseeveryonewanted to say goodbye to her. I wish I was exaggerating. First Lily and Eliza, then Cooper, Louise, Ruby…the list went on.
I’d had it at the thirty minute mark—could you blame me? I was about to take the most beautiful woman back to my house. Sorry if I was a little fucking impatient. Since Coop only had one drink—he never did have his second beer since he needed tohelp with the keg—he was going to make sure Lily and Eliza got home safe.
I interlaced our fingers together and pulled Juliette away from hersecondconversation with Ruby.
“We’ll talk later, Ruby!” Juliette called over her shoulder, waving. She used that same hand to smack my arm. “Rude!” she said with a laugh.
“You’ll be thanking me when I make you come again.”
The drive from Lake Ridge to my house wasn’t long—about fifteen minutes—but it was long enough for Juliette to fall asleep in my passenger seat. Her gentle breathing and lack of talking were a clear indicator.
I pulled into my gravel driveway and put the truck into park. I looked over at Juliette, taking in her plump, slightly parted lips, peaceful expression, and how the moonlight shone on her face. She was so damn beautiful it was unfair.
I wasn’t someone who smiled often, and there I was sitting like an idiot, smiling to myself. I shook my head to snap myself out of it.
Since Juliette was still sleeping, I hopped out of my truck and first unlocked the front door to the house. I then went back, opening the truck’s passenger door and unbuckling her. “Hey, baby,” I whispered, tucking strands of her hair away from her face and behind her ear. “Let’s get you inside.”
She let out a soft grumble but leaned toward me and wrapped her arms around my neck. I scooped her up—one hand under her knees and the other under her back. She immediately curled against my chest, her lips finding my neck and pressing a soft kiss there. I was worried the rapid beat of my heart would wake her up.
I wasn’t surprised she was exhausted. It’d been a long night for her between the dancing, socializing, and the best orgasm she’d ever had. I wasn’t going to forget she’d said that.
I pushed open the front door with the toe of my shoe. Not wanting to turn the lights on and wake her, I carefully walked to my bedroom, setting Juliette on the bed.
“Wes?” she murmured as I untied the straps of her heels and slipped the shoes off her feet.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Can you get me a shirt to sleep in, please?”
“Yeah, of course.” I grabbed a T-shirt from my dresser. I wanted to give her privacy as she changed, so I took the time to grab a couple of pillows and blankets to set up for sleeping on the couch. As tempted as I was to slide in next to her, I didn’t want her to be alarmed when she woke up. I’d take the couch tonight.
By the time I got back to check on her, she was tucked under the covers and fast asleep. I smiled again as I left and gently closed the bedroom door behind me.
31
JULIETTE
The sun’s bright,golden rays streamed in through the window. I stretched my arms over my head as I slowly opened my eyes, turning onto my side so my back was facing the window. I couldn’t help the smile that came across my face, especially when I pulled the comforter up to my chin. It was cozy and smelled like Wes.
I had the best night’s sleep in years in Wes’s bed. If you’d asked me if I slept on fluffy clouds or Wesley’s pillows, I wouldn’t know the difference. See, it was possible for men to have their shit together and not just have a mattress slapped in the middle of a room. Green flag.
Not even the fact that I slept in my makeup could ruin the morning, although I was itching to get my mascara off.
I wished I hadn’t fallen asleep on the drive over, but between the dancing, conversations, and that mind-blowing orgasm, I had been exhausted. After Wes carried me inside and gave me a shirt to sleep in, I meant to ask him to get in bed with me. But I was out as soon as my head hit the pillows.
Heat flared in my lower belly at the recollection of what happened in Wes’s office. How good he was with his mouth andfingers. How hard and fast I had finished. I didn’t even finish that hard when I used my vibrator.
Speaking of Wes…
I untangled myself from the sheets, setting my bare feet on the floor and standing.
