Wes reached underneath the thin fabric of my thong, his rough fingers finding my wet center and rubbing my clit. “Fuck, you’re wet and ready for me. Such a good fucking girl.”
Within moments, my panties were off and Wes pushed his jeans and briefs down to line up his cock against my aching center as I hovered over him.
“Are you going to ride me, baby?”
I nodded quickly, unable to find the words yet again. I was only focused on how good he would feel between my legs, at the heat pooling low in my belly. With my hands gripping his shoulders, I sank down on his cock, tossing my head back with amoan. “Fuck, Wes,” I cried out. I moved my hips slowly at first, adjusting to his size.
With his hands on my hips, he guided me over his cock until I let out another moan. “Just like that, baby. Find what feels good and use my cock.” Those were the words I needed to find my confidence, to pick up my movements against his hard length.
“You feel…so good,” I moaned.
“You feel like you were made for me,” he groaned, pressing hot kisses along the side of my neck, nipping and sucking at the skin, down to my breasts. He moved one hand between us, his thumb finding my clit and adding pressure.
I let out another cry. Steadying myself with one hand, I moved the other to Wes’s hair, tugging on the strands. “Wes, you’re going to make me come,” I breathed.
He grunted against my skin. “That’s the goal, baby.” He made circles with his thumb, causing my hips to move more erratically. Wes never took his eyes off of me, staring up and looking at me like I was the most breathtaking thing he had ever seen, more mesmerizing than the lights dancing in the sky.
“Oh, fuck!” I gasped, the familiar warmth and pleasure overtaking my body. My breaths were quick and shallow as I chased my orgasm, tightening around his cock with another cry, chanting his name. At the same time, his cock stiffened inside me, his chest rumbling with a groan as his hips moved quickly to push him over the edge.
“Juliette,” he groaned, his hold on me tightening as he finished.
We were both panting, a sheen of sweat coating our bodies. I let out a huff of a laugh, and Wes grinned over at me. He gripped the back of my neck, pulling me in for a slow, tender kiss. “I can’t get enough of you,” he said, pulling away.
“I could say the same about you,” I said breathlessly. I pressed a kiss to the side of his neck, lifting my hips and sittingdown next to him. Wes pulled his briefs and jeans back on and buckled his belt. Once he was done, he wasted no time in pulling me into his side, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of my head.
I couldn’t think of anything better than being in his arms.
39
JULIETTE
On the driveback after our date, Wes asked me to spend the night with him.
So I did.
There wasn’t anything better than waking up next to Wes. Or waking up to Wes wanting to go down on me. I would happily take it all.
We had gotten into a routine as July wrapped up. I found myself in his bed nearly every night. The only times I was at the cabin were when he had late nights at Lake Ridge, which wasn’t happening as often.
By the end of July, I had slowly moveda coupleof things to his house. My toothbrush, favorite snacks, and makeup. And maybe his room looked like a little bit of a disaster with the amount of clothes I brought over.
While Wes claimed he didn’t mind the mess I had made (even after he almost twisted his ankle tripping over one of my heels), I was spending the morning cleaning up before starting my work day.
As I checked my calendar on my phone, I saw that meeting with the painter for Eliza’s studio was my main task—but thatwasn’t until later in the afternoon. Earlier in the week, I had gathered decorations and potted plants for Eliza.
Working with Louise was going well, too. I had stained the wooden shelves, and they were nearly ready to hang up. I had a handful of other businesses and people who owned cabins in the area reaching out to learn more about my design skills—likely hearing from around town the work I had been doing with Lily, Louise, and Eliza. As much as I appreciated the business, I didn’t feel like I could take on any expansive design projects. Not with the days flying by. I didn’t want to be in a position where we were ordering supplies into the fall—when I wouldn’t be in Golden Falls.
I was focusing instead on requests where I could move quickly, like update decor and offer them guidance on how to use what they had to change up the space for a timeless feel. I had started to take most of my introductory meetings at Purrfect Blend, so it was a little boost to Lily’s business, too.
My plan had always been to be in Golden Falls for the summer and then return to the city. But I’d been starting to wonder what it would mean if I stayed, because with each passing day, I felt an increased sense of dread about leaving this town, leaving Wes. My life here was better than anything I had in the city. People knew me here, I had friends, I had the start of a life with Wes.
I put all my clothes into a laundry basket, carrying it over to the washer to start a load of laundry. Yes, I had brought enough clothes over that I needed to do laundry. But Wes encouraged me to! He frowned any time I mentioned going over to the cabin—I’m not kidding. As much as I liked being around him, he liked being around me.
After starting the laundry, I met Wes in the kitchen. He was dressed in his usual jeans and tee and making a pot of coffee. He looked so very handsome—like always.
“I don’t know how you survive with the limited closet space you have.” I sighed with a shake of my head. “I would only be able to fit my summer clothes in the space you have.”
The corner of his mouth tipped up. “Because I usually wear the same thing, just a different version of it. Helps to keep it simple. Did you want some space in the closet? I’m happy to move my stuff. Hell, if you want the whole closet, you can have it.”