“I want us to go together.”
“But you said I had to….”
“Oh, just get inside me!” I shouted desperately. My cheeks flared when I realized what I said, and Wesley stared at me with wide eyes.
“God, you are just too cute,” he said with a smile dawning on his face.
He pulled my jeans off and lifted my legs over his shoulders. He positioned himself with one hand and stared in my eyes as he pressed forward. My body accepted him eagerly and I gripped the corners of the pillow as he began to thrust. He closed one eye and clenched his teeth as my muscles tightened around him; then he pushed forward again and I rocked against his passionate motions. He voiced a guttural moan and I knew he was close, and so was I. I whimpered his name, he grunted mine, and then we climaxed in unison, draining our bodies in a deluge of passion.
Atop me, Wesley heaved in air and I gasped for breath, joyfully crushed beneath him. After we caught our breaths, Wesley kissed me lightly and laid his head down on my chest.
“I can’t believe you got me a grill.”
Chapter 39
“HAPPY NEW Year, Toren!” Jeanine called as I pulled on my coat. “Wait a sec, I’m heading up,” she added, stuffing a roll of quarters into her World Store apron.
We walked to the front of the store where she resumed her place behind the register, cracking open the quarters and dumping them in the till. She asked if I had anything planned, and I told her that Wesley and I were invited to a party hosted by a friend of Kate’s and Lissa’s.
“Well, I’ll see you next year,” I said with a wave and stepped into the cold evening air. It was a little past six o’clock and I debated whether or not I should stop and pick up something for dinner. The bus was running late, so I decided against it and went home.
Wesley was sitting on the sofa with his feet on the coffee table, holding a beer on his stomach. “Hey, babe. How was work?”
“It was okay, but slow,” I answered, taking off my coat and draping it over a chair at the kitchen table. “How about you?”
“The same. I only had two jobs today and they were both oil changes,” he said, taking a drink and patting the cushion beside him.
I shook my head and went back to the kitchen. “Don’t forget, we have that party tonight,” I called from in front of the refrigerator. I popped the top on a can of soda and went back to the living room.
“Oh, yeah,” Wesley answered drearily and tried to hide his obvious yawn. He dropped his head back on the sofa and sighed quietly.
“Don’t you wanna go?” I asked.
“No, it’s okay. We can go,” he answered, staring at the ceiling with teary eyes from his yawn.
“That’s not what I asked,” I said with a smirk. “Do you want to go?”
“Not really,” he answered with a coy smile.
I sat down next to him and put my feet up. “Honestly, I don’t really wanna go either,” I said, resting the soda on my belly. “I’d rather just stay home with you. But you gotta call Kate and tell her we’re not going.”
Wesley looked at me blankly. “Kiss me,” he said firmly. I leaned over and softly touched his lips. “Okay, get me the phone.” I hopped up and retrieved the phone for him. “Oh, and we have to go shopping.”
“For what?” I asked.
“Meat.”
“Excuse me?”
“Meat,” he said again. “’Cause I’m gonna make you the best dinner you ever had,” he explained with a grin.
“Okay. Then I’m gonna go change and we can go,” I said with a smile, then wiggled my butt at him before heading into the bedroom. I listened to him make excuses to Kate while I slipped on a long-sleeve shirt and blue jeans and folded my white work shirt and khaki pants. Then we got our coats and went to the grocery store.
We stood in front of the meat counter for about twenty minutes while Wesley debated over the perfect selection. Hamburgers were too casual, salmon steaks were too expensive, and he couldn’t decide between pork chops, sirloin steaks, or strip steaks until the clerk at the counter recommended the strip. Then we picked up some fresh broccoli, red potatoes, and a bake-at-home French baguette.
When we got home, Wesley fired up the grill, running out onto the balcony without a coat to light the charcoal. I prepared the rest while we waited for the grill to heat up. Wesley tended to the steaks and I baked the bread, boiled the potatoes, and steamed the broccoli so that they would be done at the same time. Wesley set the table for two and we enjoyed a delicious, romantic dinner. Wesley wasn’t joking when he said he could grill anything, and I was treated to a feast fit for a king.
After dinner, I started to wash the dishes, but I was so satisfactorily full that I didn’t feel like it. Wesley scrubbed the grill immaculately clean with the utensils Alycia gave him for Christmas. I was happy that he liked the grill so much. He couldn’t stop smiling all through dinner.
I sat down on the sofa and Wesley flopped down next to me with a mischievous grin. He pulled a joint out of his cigarette pack and asked if I wanted to celebrate. I nodded
