by Vi Keeland
A friend of his joined us a few minutes later, and that led to us getting coupled into dance parties for two. The guy with me wasn’t trying to grope me or anything, so I kept dancing. I closed my eyes and swayed to the music, but a hand snaking around my waist from behind spoiled the moment. My eyes flashed open. I assumed it was the guy I’d been dancing with getting too friendly, but he was still right in front of me. I whipped around, preparing to tell some asshole to get his hands off me, but halfway through my first word, I realized it wasn’t just any asshole. It was my asshole.
Weston.
He tightened his grip and leaned over my shoulder to speak to the man in front of me.
“She’s here with someone.”
It was a total alpha move, but somehow he pulled it off without seeming obnoxious. The guy I’d been dancing with looked at me for confirmation, and I sighed but nodded. He politely disappeared without a scene.
I turned around to face Weston. “What are you doing here?”
He shrugged. “Dancing. What does it look like?”
“Here? You just happened to feel like dancing tonight?”
He grinned. “Nope. I was invited by Scarlett.”
I searched through the crowd to find my friend. When our eyes caught, I glared at her. She grinned and wiggled her fingers.
Cute. Very cute.
Weston took the opportunity to slip his hands around my waist again. His hard chest pressed against my back as he started to sway. Leaning over my shoulder, he lowered his mouth to my ear and whispered, “Relax and dance with me. You already know we have good rhythm together.”
I didn’t really have an opportunity to say yes or no. Weston just started to lead from behind, taking over the same way he did when we had sex—the same way I loved so much. It felt good, and our bodies really did move well together. So for once, I didn’t bother to fight it. I shut my eyes. One of Weston’s hands trailed possessively down my side as we moved, tracing its way from my ribs down over my hips to caress the top of my thigh. I lifted one arm and hooked it behind his neck, where his other hand held it in place.
We stayed that way for a few songs, and I could feel him swelling against the top of my back as time went on. Heat built inside of me, and I wondered to myself if the VIP bathroom was soundproof.
Weston leaned down and spoke into my ear again, “Want to take a break and get something to drink?”
I nodded. The music on the main floor made it virtually impossible to communicate unless there was a mouth right next to your ear. So we went back to the VIP table upstairs where we could hold a conversation.
The waitress came over the moment we sat down. She used tongs to pluck a chilled face cloth out of a basket and handed one to each of us. I used mine to wipe off the back of my neck, while Weston cooled off his face. We dropped them back into the basket and the waitress asked, “What can I get you to drink? Would you like more champagne?”
I smiled. “I’d love some. Thank you.”
“Just a water for me, thanks.”
I’d completely forgotten until that moment that Weston didn’t drink.
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”
Weston shook his head. “It’s fine. I’m the only one who needs to remember.”
“Isn’t it hard for you to be in this environment?”
He shook his head. “I avoided clubs and bars for the first six months. But now I’m okay with it. At least when it’s early. I loved the three-AM crowd when I was drinking. The later it got, the crazier the shit that happened. To me, that was the witching hour. I sometimes wouldn’t go out until one in the morning, so I could get shitfaced by three and be ready for the action. It’s funny, the first time I was in a bar at that time sober, I realized the people I’d thought were so much fun were really just a bunch of obnoxious assholes.”
“You had beer goggles on.”
“More like rum goggles, but yeah.”
I was so warm from dancing. I gathered the back of my hair into a ponytail and fanned myself to cool my skin.
“Hot still?”
“Roasting.” I looked down at the time on my phone. “I think Scarlett and I were on the dance floor for close to two hours.”
Weston nodded. “You were.”
My brows drew together. “How do you know?”
“I watched you from up here for at least an hour. Do you have one of those hair ties in your purse?”
I shook my head. “I wish.”
The waitress returned with my champagne and set down Weston’s water. “Can I get you anything else?”
Weston nodded. “Do you think you could find us one of those hair ties like you have in, to make a ponytail?”
She smiled. “Sure. No problem.”
“And can we maybe get another one of those cold towels, please?”
“Coming right up.”
After she walked away, Weston draped one arm casually along the top of the booth behind me.
“Thank you. I wouldn’t have thought to ask her for that.”
“I’m here to serve.” He winked. “Any other needs I can fill?”
I laughed. “Not at the moment, but I’ll let you know.”
When the waitress came back with a hair tie and fresh cool towels, Weston ordered me a glass of water. We sat looking down at the dance floor, but my mind wasn’t on the club or the people swaying to the music below. I was thinking about what Scarlett had said about Weston last night—how she’d noticed that he put me first, and Liam never had. Tonight alone, Weston had made arrangements for us to get into the club, made sure we got set up with VIP treatment, scored me a ponytail holder to put my hair up because I was hot, and asked the waitress for more cool towels and water. Even watching us dance from a distance and cutting in when two guys got a bit more friendly than most—Weston had a protective nature to him. Some of that was good old alpha-male, territorial behavior, but it wasn’t overly obnoxious. I found his jealousy kind of sexy.
Weston leaned forward. “You cooled off now?”
I nodded. “The ponytail holder really helped.”
He inched closer to me, and the hand that had been stretched along the top of the bench seat slid over to my shoulder. He gently nudged me to lean back against him, and I did. We’d seen each other naked plenty of times, but this simple cuddle was more intimate than we’d been in a lot of ways. Weston traced his fingers back and forth over my bare shoulder, and I felt my body relax into his touch. It felt good, really good even, and my head lolled back to rest against his chest.
I’d been staring down at the dance floor, not paying attention to anything in particular, when I saw Scarlett extend a hand to the guy she’d been dancing with. He took it and leaned down to say something. A few seconds later, his smile had wilted, and he walked away with his shoulders slumped. Scarlett raised her arms in the air, shut her eyes, and went back to dancing happily by herself.
“Did you catch that?” Weston asked.
“I did. Guess she was done with him.” I laughed.
“I like her a lot. She says what’s on her mind.”
“That’s Scarlett. People either appreciate that about her and love her, or don’t.”
“I’m guessing the ones who don’t she doesn’t consider a loss.”
“Definitely not. She jokes that I’m her only friend, and she’s been auditioning replacements ever since I left. But people would line up to be closer to her. She doesn’t let many into her circle, though.”
“You two seem to have a lot in common.”
I nodded. “I thought I would miss a lot about London, but she’s the only thing I truly miss.”
“Not Liam?”
I didn’t have to think about that. Shifting my eyes from the dance floor to meet Weston’s, I said, “Liam who?”
Weston smiled, and his eyes dropped to my lips for a moment. The music pumped loudly around us, and there had to be a few hundred people in the club, yet it felt like just the two of us. Weston had a way of making me
feel special and desirable that didn’t require any words. My eyes fell to his mouth, and for a change, I didn’t overthink my actions. Leaning in, I pressed my lips to his. He wrapped a hand around my neck and kissed me back, but didn’t try to make out with me. Instead, we shared a very tender first kiss. After, he pulled back.
“You broke your own rule?”
“Eh. Fuck the rules.”
A smile spread across his face, and his eyes grew darker. “Yeah?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
He squeezed my neck and tugged my face back to his. The second kiss wasn’t tender; Weston kissed the living shit out of me until I was breathless.
After, he dipped his mouth to my ear. “How about we keep one of your rules? You come first.”
***
It was after two by the time the three of us walked back into the hotel lobby. Scarlett had kept us entertained the entire way with the worst pickup lines she’d heard tonight, plus some memorable ones from over the years.
Weston pushed the up button to call the elevator, and stepped aside for us to enter first when the car arrived.
“What’s your go-to line, Wes?” Scarlett asked.
He shrugged. “I usually go with…hey.”
Scarlett snorted. “I guess that’s all you need when you look like you do, pretty boy.”
Weston winked and tilted his head in my direction. “Worked on this one.”
I’d been standing in front of the button panel on the right side of the elevator, but forgot to push our floors. After a minute, Weston noticed we weren’t moving.
“Helps if you tell the elevator where you want to go, Soph.”
“Oh shit. Yeah.” I hit all three of our floors, and the car started to move.
Scarlett’s room was on the third floor, so her stop came first.
“Thank you for a lovely evening, Weston. I had a blast.”
“Anytime. But I have a feeling you have a blast wherever you go.”
Scarlett and I hugged, and then the elevator headed up to its next stop. Weston’s room was on the eighth floor. The doors slid open, but he made no move to exit.
“Are you…getting off?” I said. “This is your floor.”
Weston shook his head. “Nope. I’m going to your room to get you off.”
Chapter 16
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Weston
Sophia walked into the suite ahead of me and flicked the light on in the hall. In the living room, she turned on a lamp. I followed close behind her and turned it off.
Normally I didn’t give a shit about mood lighting. In fact, I don’t know that I’d ever considered it before. But the light in the hallway illuminated the room enough for me to see her, and anything more felt like a distraction.
“Do you want some water or something?” Sophia asked.
I shook my head and crooked my finger. “Or something. Come here.”
Sophia bit her bottom lip, but moved closer to me.
I traced her pulse down her neck with one finger. “You have no idea what your skin does to me. It’s so soft and perfect. Every day while I watch you get your coffee, I daydream about sinking my teeth into it. I want to suck on every part of your body and leave marks.”
She laughed nervously. “But then it won’t be perfect anymore, will it?”
“Actually, the only thing that could make it more perfect would be marking it as mine.”
I cupped her cheeks and pulled her close. Now that I could finally kiss her, I never wanted to stop. The woman knew how to kiss. She sucked on my tongue, bit my lip, and tugged until I felt it straight down in my cock. But it was the soft mewl she let out that got to me. It traveled through our joined mouths, wrapped around my heart, and squeezed.
I grabbed her ass and lifted her off her feet. Her long legs wrapped around my waist as I carried her into the bedroom. I’d never wanted a woman missionary style like I wanted this woman. Actually, I’d never wanted any woman the way I wanted Sophia at this moment. I couldn’t wait to spread her out on that king-size bed and watch her beautiful face as she came undone.
Sophia’s fingers threaded through my hair, and she tugged. We were both still fully dressed, but the way I felt, I knew if I didn’t slow things down, I was going to break the one rule I’d told her we’d keep. So I forced my mouth from hers and broke the kiss.
She shook her head as I tried to pull away. “No. More.”
I smiled. “I want to take my time tonight.”
She groaned, and I chuckled as I set her on her feet. Taking a few steps back, I said, “Take off your shirt.”
Our eyes locked, and she pouted. “Can’t we both get undressed at the same time?”
The desperation in her voice made me feel like the king of the jungle. But she was giving me all of her tonight, and I wanted it to be good. We’d fucked plenty, though that was just our bodies. Tonight we’d upped the ante.
So I reined in my desire and repeated myself. “Take off your shirt, Sophia.”
I managed to keep my eyes on her face while she slipped the silver top from her shoulders and let it fall to her feet. But fuck—she had no bra on. Her gorgeous, smooth skin was on complete display, and her full, real breasts had the sexiest natural curve to them. Deep pink nipples stood at full attention, coming to pert, hard points. My mouth salivated. I couldn’t wait to bite them.
Raising my chin, I said, “The pants now.”
The sound of the zipper of her jeans coming undone echoed through the room. This little striptease was supposed to give me time to get myself under control, but it was having the opposite effect. I was so hard it was growing painful.
Sophia slipped the denim down her sexy, toned legs and stepped out. Standing before me, she wore only a small triangle of black lace covering her pussy. God, I loved every one of her curves…the narrow of her waist, the slope of her hips, those smooth, mile-long legs.
My voice came out gruff. “You’re so beautiful.”
Though she was standing before me practically naked, my words seemed to make her blush.
“Thank you.”
I started to undress myself, taking my time as the tension between us built. Like her, I let my shirt fall to the floor, and then removed my pants. Sophia’s eyes dropped to the noticeable bulge in my boxers, and I practically growled when she licked her lips.
“Fuck, Soph. Don’t look at me like that.”
She sucked her bottom lip in. “Like what?”
“Like you want me to put you on your knees with your hair wrapped around my fist while I feed you my cock.”
Her eyes twinkled, and her lips curved to a devilish smirk. “Take off your boxers.”
Fuck.
I shook my head. “Get over here.”
The minute she pushed her warm tits up against my chest, I lost my last sliver of self-control. With my hands in her hair, I not-so-gently tugged her face up to meet mine.
All hell broke loose after that. Sophia pushed down my boxers, her fingernails scraping my skin in the frenzy to get them off, and I took her taut nipple between my teeth and tugged until I heard her breath catch. She wrapped one leg around my waist and hoisted herself up, climbing me like a fucking tree. If I’d had any doubt whether she was ready, that went out the window. Her pussy was soaked as she rocked up and down, coating me with her juices.
“I want you,” she groaned.
I sat on the edge of the bed with her in my lap. Sophia’s arms shook as she wrapped her hands around my neck and lifted herself enough to take me into her body. I felt the heat of her warm pussy slip over the head of my cock, and then she stopped. We had no condom on. I was just about to say something, but Sophia beat me to it.
“I…I’m on the pill. And I got tested before I left London. There hasn’t been anyone since.”
And here I was thinking her letting me kiss her, letting me look at her beautiful face while I was inside her, was the biggest gift she could give me. But this—this was so much more. Trust.
I looked i
nto her eyes. “I’m clean. It’s been years since I’ve been with a woman without, and I get tested regularly.”
Sophia nodded and leaned in to kiss me as she started to lower herself. But I wasn’t having that. I’d let her take control, ride me as slow or as fast as she wanted, but I needed to see her tonight. So I held her face a few inches from mine. I saw the confusion in her eyes.
“I’m game for however you want it—fast, slow, on top, or underneath me, but I want to watch you.”
Her eyes searched mine before she nodded. Then she lifted again and slowly pushed onto me. It took everything in my power to not buck my hips and surge up to fill her all at once. But she’d given me so much tonight, and I wanted to give her something I usually held tightly—control.
“Beautiful.” I looked down between us and watched my cock inching into her pussy. “Just fucking beautiful.”
She smiled so sweetly before closing her eyes. Then in one swift motion, she sank all the way down, sucking me into her body until her ass was flush with my lap.
“Jesus Christ,” I muttered.
Sophia’s eyes fluttered open. I probably sounded like the biggest pussy ever, but I swear the moment felt holy. Her eyes were glazed with lust, her skin so creamy and radiant, and a single ray of light shone across her body. She looked angelic, and even though she was on top, there was something in her face that let me know she’d just surrendered.
“I…I….” she said.
I smiled. “I know, baby.”
We began to move together. Sophia rocked back and forth, and I thrust up and down. She was wrapped around me so tight, it felt like a fist gripping my cock.
“Weston…” she moaned. “More…”