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“I guarantee you that it’s not.”
He pulls his lips between his teeth and then peers up at me with those soulful dark eyes. “You didn’t call me your…you didn’t tell her that I’m your boyfriend.”
My mouth opens and closes. “What?”
“You said I was Simon. Just Simon.”
“But…last night you said we should end this sooner rather than later…I didn’t…fuck, I’m so damn confused. I thought you wanted this to be over.”
Simon bites at his lip and then moves toward me, his hands on my chest. Fuck, I can smell him and it makes my body react. My dick is mostly hard with him just touching me.
“I did too…I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I get so possessive of you when I know I shouldn’t.”
“I love when you’re possessive. Makes my dick hard.”
He swallows and then reaches down between us, grasping on to my hard cock and squeezing roughly.
A moan slips out of me, and I run my fingers through his hair.
“We should totally end this,” he mutters, and I shake my head as he steps closer to me, his breath skirting across my lips.
And just like that, we’re kissing, open-mouthed filthy kisses where his tongue and my tongue fuck in and out, not caring that we’re in the middle of a busy fairground. If he wanted to fuck, I’d do it. I’m so goddamn enamored with him—the way he feels, the way he tastes.
Suddenly, he pulls away and steps back, his fingers pressed against his lips.
“Not here,” he whispers, and I groan my protest. I want it here, want it now, but I know he’s right. My sister and mom are somewhere nearby. Whatever was about to happen needs to wait until later.
Much later.
“We’re gonna finish this tonight,” I say, and Simon’s eyelids flutter. He adjusts himself and I do the same, knowing that just a subtle brush of his arm against mine will make my cock harden and pulse.
“What am I going to do with you?” he asks, and I move toward him, pulling him into my body and kissing him senseless. When we pull apart, his lips and cheeks are matching in color.
I press my forehead against his. “You’re going to keep me.”
CHAPTER12
SIMON
Iam utterly and completely infatuated with Wesley. The way he moves, the way he speaks, and seeing him with his sister…well, I’d say I’m in love with him too. Fuck, but it’s too soon.
I’m reminded of this because John keeps calling and it’s making my stomach churn.
It’s too soon. It’s only been five months.
Five fucking months and thenhim. My light in the darkness. A hope I didn’t know I’d find.
“Did you have a good time?” Wesley asks me, dropping me off at my car. My duffel bag is in the back seat, and I’m standing next to the car, my hands in my pockets. I so desperately want to kiss him, but I don’t know if I should.
This back and forth is putting my heart through the wringer. I’m not sure I can survive much more.
I need to make a choice and be okay with it. I need to decide what to do.
“I did. I had a great time. Your family is wonderful.”
“My sister loved you. She already wants you to come back and visit.”
I peer up at him. “I’d like that.”