Read Online BANKS Maya - Undenied (Samhain).txt by Undenied (Samhain).txt - Free Book Online Page A

a lot more of good sex. A whole lot more.”
    “Mmmm. That can be arranged,” she murmured against his mouth. “I hope you brought more than one condom.”
    He chuckled. “I damn near bought out the store.”
    “Ambitious, were we?”
    “Just hopeful,” he said, lightly kissing her again.
    * * *
    Payton yawned and opened bleary eyes. Wes was wrapped tight around her body and she craned her neck looking for the bedside clock. When she saw the time, she shook Wes’s shoulder.
    He stirred and snuggled tighter against her. She smiled and nudged him again. “You’re going to be late for work if you don’t get up,” she murmured close to his ear.
    His eyes flew open. “What time is it?” he asked.
    “After six.”
    “Shit.”
    He palmed her cheek and kissed her before scooting out of bed. “I’ve got to get going.”
    She reclined in the bed, pulling the covers up under her arms.
    “When are you going back to Houston?” he asked as he thrust one leg into his jeans.
    “I’m leaving around noon,” she said softly.
    He paused, staring at her for a long second. She couldn’t decipher the odd expression on his face, sort of a mixture between confusion and disappointment.
    “Is this where you promise to call and we say goodbye?” she cracked.
    “Or you could call me,” he suggested.
    “Hmm, how about we trade numbers and then it’s on both of us.”
    “Deal.”
    He strode over to the desk where the phone and a tablet of paper sat. He came back over and shoved the pad and a pen at her.
    She took the pen and scribbled her number down and handed both back to him. “That’s my cell number. It’s the easiest way to reach me.”
    He tore off the top piece of paper then scrawled his number on the second sheet before offering the paper back to her. He bent and gave her a hard kiss. Then he turned and finished dressing.
    When he was done, he gave her one more long reluctant look. Then he walked to the door and opened it. On his way out, he paused and turned back to her. “Payton, I…” He shook his head and walked out, letting the door close behind him.
    Chapter Seven
    He was sure she’d call on Monday. When that didn’t happen, he convinced himself she was playing it coy and she’d definitely call on Tuesday. Wednesday morning, he irritably decided she was playing it cool but she’d call that night. Of that he was sure.
    Thursday night he was genuinely baffled. Wes paced his living room like a caged lion. If she had any intention of them getting together this weekend, she would have called by now. Thursday was the D-day for making weekend plans. How the hell was she supposed to know what his work schedule was?
    Or maybe she had no intention of seeing him again. Maybe he’d scratched an itch for her and that was it.
    He picked up his phone and called Gracie before he could think better of it. She’d offer some insight into the situation, and then maybe he could figure out where the hell he stood with Payton.
    After he explained his annoyance, she had the audacity to laugh in his ear. He held the phone away, counted to ten and waited for her to stop howling.
    “Are you finished yet?” he demanded.
    She wheezed and coughed. “Sorry, but damn I always knew this was going to be funny when it happened. I just had no idea how hilarious it was going to be.”
    “What the fuck are you babbling about? When what happened?”
    “When the mighty Wes fell hard for a woman,” she said before dissolving into laughter again.
    “Damn it, Gracie, you’re so not funny, and I swear if Luke is sitting there next to you and you just blabbed that shit where he could hear, I’m going to wring your pretty neck.”
    She died laughing again, and he seriously contemplated hanging up. And he would have but she seemed to sense he was not very happy and quickly sobered.
    “Okay, so what did you want from me?” she asked.
    He sighed and counted to ten again. “I merely want a woman’s perspective on why the fuck she