The Original Sinners: The Red Years. Tiffany Reisz
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her anywhere and everywhere you want to touch her. And when she’s wet and ready you spread her legs open wide and slowly push inside her and—”
“Stop, Nor.” She could hear the strain in his voice.
“I’m sorry. Sometimes I forget I’m not in one of my own books.”
“It’s okay,” he said a little breathlessly. He curled up around the pillow and pulled his legs into his chest. “It’s just…you’re… I’m…”
“Turned on? I know you are. Your accent gets thicker when you get—”
“Nora, please.”
“You can tell me, Wes.”
“Yes,” he confessed. “Very. I’m sorry. Just give me a few minutes to think about my dead grandmother and I’ll be okay.”
“Can I help you?”
“I don’t think so. You never met my dead grandmother.”
Nora laughed. “That’s not what I was thinking. Here, just relax. Best thing to do is just get it out of your system.” She put her hand on his side.
“I’m not going to have sex with you,” Wesley said with vehemence.
“I know. I’ve met my virgin deflowering quota for the day anyway. Just think of it as a tension-relieving massage.” Nora slipped her hand under his pajama pants and caressed his hip. She tapped him where she knew his tattoo was. “Or I could blow your bugle.”
Wesley laughed and groaned at the same time.
“This isn’t a good idea,” he said, although she could hear the need in his voice.
“Then I’ll stop. Or I’ll continue. Just tell me what you want.”
“I want to be able to sleep on my stomach at some point tonight.”
“I’ll take that as a yes then. Okay?” Nora waited, certain he would say no and send her back to her room.
Wesley took a hard breath.
“Okay.”
“Really?” she asked.
“You really told Søren no because of me?” he asked.
Nora didn’t have to lie when she answered a quiet, “Yes.”
“Then yes. But no bugle blowing.”
“Spoilsport.” Suddenly Nora found herself feeling something she hadn’t felt in months, maybe even years—nervous. She let her hand slip over the hard plane of Wesley’s flat stomach, and she could feel the outline of all his muscles. She moved lower and found him. Wrapping her hand around him, she stroked upward.
“God,” he whispered as his whole body shivered.
“You’ve never even let anyone touch you before?” She ran her fingers slowly up and down his hard length.
He shook his head.
“No.”
She took him with her whole hand and smiled as he flinched with pleasure. Pressing her body into his back, she kissed only his neck although she ached to kiss all of him.
“You’re insanely hard,” she said, almost laughing. “You were working on the world’s worst case of blueballs.”
“Tell me about it.” She could hear Wesley trying to be flippant but his voice sounded bated and breathy. She ran her hand from the base to the tip of him; it took a very long time to get there. Not only did she have a gorgeous virgin in her house, but she had an extremely well-endowed one. Yet another thing Wesley and Søren had in common. She closed her eyes and imagined she could hear God laughing at her from on high.
“Wes, forgive the reference to your family’s favorite animal, but you’re hung like a horse.”
“Really?” He sounded pleasantly surprised.
“Definitely.” Still stunned by this incredible intimacy Wesley was allowing, Nora tried to keep her voice calm. “Probably a good thing if you never try sex with a virgin. You’d kill the poor girl.”
“I think you’re about to kill me,” he breathed. She loved hearing his voice so hoarse and desperate.
Nora turned her hand again and ran just her fingertips up and down him, grinning as Wesley’s breath caught in his throat and his shoulders heaved. She wanted to pretend it was only a massage, but she couldn’t stop herself from imagining him inside her, filling her body with his, coming inside her, being his first lover. She forced the image away and focused on Wesley again.
“Wesley, I can do this all night. That doesn’t mean you have to. You can come whenever you want.”
“I don’t know if I can.”
“It’s just me. We’re best friends. You don’t have to be ashamed or embarrassed, I promise. Just relax. Come for me,” she said, unable to stop giving orders even with Wesley.
Nora tightened her grip slightly and moved her hand faster. Wesley started breathing even harder. His back arched and she heard him inhale sharply. His whole body shuddered for a long time. Nora nearly gasped aloud at the intensity of his orgasm as her own inner muscles contracted with frustrated desire. While he breathed through the climax she held him before reluctantly letting him go. Grabbing a pair of his abandoned boxer shorts off the floor, she handed them to him. He said nothing as he cleaned himself off and tossed the wet boxers aside.
“Better?” she asked.
“Yeah, better,” he said, still panting a little. “Humiliated but better.”
Nora laughed and draped her arm over his chest.
“Wes, turn over.” Nora could sense Wesley’s unwillingness to obey. But he finally gave in and flipped back over. He lay on his side again face-to-face with her. She was relieved to see his eyes were as wide and innocent and unsullied as ever.
She placed her hand on his bare chest right over his heart.
“I’m going to tell you something that is completely true,” she said. “And you’re going to believe it’s true. And then we’re both going to go to sleep.”
“I’m listening.”
“It meant as much to me as it did to you,” she said and she did mean it.
Wesley nodded. “Okay, I believe you.”
Nora smiled at him, and he smiled back.
“Now go to sleep. On your stomach now if you’d like.”
“Good night, Nora,” he said and pushed her still damp hair off her face.
“Good night, John-Boy.”
Nora kissed him quick on the cheek and rolled over onto her side away from him. She tensed as Wesley reached out and pulled her back against his chest. It took her a moment to even believe he lay so close, that their bodies were shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip. She settled in against him and let him hold her.
After a few minutes his breathing settled, slowing down until his breaths matched hers. He lay quiet for so long she thought he’d fallen asleep.
“I thought you’d be with Zach tonight,” Wesley said.
Nora found his hand and wrapped her fingers around his.
“No. I’m with you tonight.”
24
Zach spent the entire morning on the phone discussing the details of contracts and upcoming projects at Royal’s West Coast office. The meetings would normally have been rather enjoyable and interesting, but with Nora and last night’s