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rather be stuck with you.”
“Why? You don’t
even know me.”
He leaned toward
her over the table and lowered his voice. “You’re wrong, Moon. I know
everything about you. I know you better than you know yourself. How you grew
up, where you went wrong. Your strength, your talent. I know your hopes and
dreams. And now I know your body, the way you bite your lip when you come, but
can’t hold back those sweet screams, the feel of your hot pussy clamping down
on my dick in the moment I give you pleasure. I know what you look like when
you sleep in my arms. There’s not one fucking thing about you that I don’t
know.”
Weslyn lost her
breath, so the words she pushed from her throat were scratchy and strained. “I
guess you’re a few steps ahead of me, then.”
Nolan grinned.
“But the best thing I know is that you trust me. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t
have let me fuck you, you wouldn’t have participated, and you certainly
wouldn’t have let me hold you all night long.”
11
The motel room
Nolan rented in Whitehall was nearly identical to the one he’d gotten in
Chicago. The wallpaper was different, and the bedspreads were red instead of
blue, but otherwise the setup was the same. Two twin beds, a chair and a
television, a connecting bathroom.
Weslyn came out of
the bathroom to find Nolan resting on his bed, sitting up against the headboard
in only a pair of boxers. Like he’d done the previous night, he’d taken off his
clothes and carefully draped them over the chair. Considering how tidy he was,
Weslyn figured it must be killing him to wear the same suit for the third day.
She, on the other hand, had once been used to wearing the same clothes for
weeks straight, though she admitted to feeling much better after her shower.
Nolan looked over
at her and smiled. “You took a long time in the bath, Moon. I was about to
break down the door and make certain you hadn’t slipped out through the
window.”
“The door wasn’t
locked.”
“Really?” Nolan’s
voice dropped into interesting octaves. “If only I had known.”
“Would you have
come in and joined me?”
“If you invited
me.”
Weslyn hesitated
for only a moment. While she’d stood under the shower spray, her thoughts had
spun wildly, centering on the issues of trust and companionship, pleasure and
men. She’d locked herself away for so long, and she didn’t regret her decision
because God knew how badly she’d been hurt before. She couldn’t risk it again.
But Nolan was different, and Weslyn had known that from the moment she’d
stumbled across his picture at the Reproductive Center.
She did trust him.
And he did give her pleasure. But, what was more, he offered her a better
future than anything she’d known in a long time—and not just against the
Vermont legal system, but for life in general, too. Nolan would do whatever he
could for her, for the sake of the baby, and he would honor his
responsibilities. For the first time in more than ten years, she was optimistic
about the direction her life was heading and glad that she wouldn’t be alone on
the journey.
Plus, Nolan was
the first good man Weslyn had ever known, and a big part of her wanted to enjoy
him while she could.
Decision made, she
dropped the wet towel she’d been holding around her body. Nolan’s eyes widened
as the fabric hit the floor, then narrowed as he took in the naked expanse of
skin she displayed. She walked to the bed in the sexiest way she could manage,
and crawled up the mattress toward him on her hands and knees. Nolan made a
quiet, yet rough, sound that spoke volumes of his appreciation.
Weslyn licked the
bare skin above his boxer’s waistband. “I want to give you pleasure,” she
whispered against his hip.
“In exchange for
what?”
“For nothing.”
Nolan’s hand
smoothed over her hair before he traced her jaw and captured her chin. He
angled her face to up his, meeting her gaze with a hefty dose of suspicion.
“Why? You don’t
even know me.”
He leaned toward
her over the table and lowered his voice. “You’re wrong, Moon. I know
everything about you. I know you better than you know yourself. How you grew
up, where you went wrong. Your strength, your talent. I know your hopes and
dreams. And now I know your body, the way you bite your lip when you come, but
can’t hold back those sweet screams, the feel of your hot pussy clamping down
on my dick in the moment I give you pleasure. I know what you look like when
you sleep in my arms. There’s not one fucking thing about you that I don’t
know.”
Weslyn lost her
breath, so the words she pushed from her throat were scratchy and strained. “I
guess you’re a few steps ahead of me, then.”
Nolan grinned.
“But the best thing I know is that you trust me. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t
have let me fuck you, you wouldn’t have participated, and you certainly
wouldn’t have let me hold you all night long.”
11
The motel room
Nolan rented in Whitehall was nearly identical to the one he’d gotten in
Chicago. The wallpaper was different, and the bedspreads were red instead of
blue, but otherwise the setup was the same. Two twin beds, a chair and a
television, a connecting bathroom.
Weslyn came out of
the bathroom to find Nolan resting on his bed, sitting up against the headboard
in only a pair of boxers. Like he’d done the previous night, he’d taken off his
clothes and carefully draped them over the chair. Considering how tidy he was,
Weslyn figured it must be killing him to wear the same suit for the third day.
She, on the other hand, had once been used to wearing the same clothes for
weeks straight, though she admitted to feeling much better after her shower.
Nolan looked over
at her and smiled. “You took a long time in the bath, Moon. I was about to
break down the door and make certain you hadn’t slipped out through the
window.”
“The door wasn’t
locked.”
“Really?” Nolan’s
voice dropped into interesting octaves. “If only I had known.”
“Would you have
come in and joined me?”
“If you invited
me.”
Weslyn hesitated
for only a moment. While she’d stood under the shower spray, her thoughts had
spun wildly, centering on the issues of trust and companionship, pleasure and
men. She’d locked herself away for so long, and she didn’t regret her decision
because God knew how badly she’d been hurt before. She couldn’t risk it again.
But Nolan was different, and Weslyn had known that from the moment she’d
stumbled across his picture at the Reproductive Center.
She did trust him.
And he did give her pleasure. But, what was more, he offered her a better
future than anything she’d known in a long time—and not just against the
Vermont legal system, but for life in general, too. Nolan would do whatever he
could for her, for the sake of the baby, and he would honor his
responsibilities. For the first time in more than ten years, she was optimistic
about the direction her life was heading and glad that she wouldn’t be alone on
the journey.
Plus, Nolan was
the first good man Weslyn had ever known, and a big part of her wanted to enjoy
him while she could.
Decision made, she
dropped the wet towel she’d been holding around her body. Nolan’s eyes widened
as the fabric hit the floor, then narrowed as he took in the naked expanse of
skin she displayed. She walked to the bed in the sexiest way she could manage,
and crawled up the mattress toward him on her hands and knees. Nolan made a
quiet, yet rough, sound that spoke volumes of his appreciation.
Weslyn licked the
bare skin above his boxer’s waistband. “I want to give you pleasure,” she
whispered against his hip.
“In exchange for
what?”
“For nothing.”
Nolan’s hand
smoothed over her hair before he traced her jaw and captured her chin. He
angled her face to up his, meeting her gaze with a hefty dose of suspicion.
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