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"Why on earth would I stalk you?" He cocks a brow at me.
This cocky fucker.
"How would I know?" This conversation is getting nowhere. It only exhausted and annoyed me.
"You should have checked the road properly before exhibiting the act...
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I tug on Weston's shirt, twisting my head from side to side. My hands find delight in touching his face down to his body as our lips move in harmony.
We kissed roughly and it felt good. His full and soft lips taste like the wine he just had and mint. I was running out of breath but I didn't care. The longer we kept going, the more I craved it.
His cold rings touch and brush my skin as his fingers roams around my body and face.
I let out low moans, which caused a deep groan to escape the back of his throat. His hands finds it's way under my dress, dragging his fingers up my thighs to my butt, which sends fire rushing through me.
I can feel the hard bulge through his pants as our fronts are being pressed to each other, just like the other night.
Somewhere in between, my mini dress hitched higher to rest above my but, revealing my underwear.
Weston grabs my butt cheeks with his larger hands, tugging on the lacy panties I have on, then gives them a firm squeeze and in one swift movement, he raises me up with ease and my ass lands on the counter.
We broke the kiss with heavy pants, resting our foreheads on each other.
"I don't think I can hold myself back Skylar." Weston's breathing becomes unsteady.
"Who told you to?" Same as my breathing too.
"But with the way you're moaning, I don't think we can go without anyone interrupting us." I let out a soft laugh.
That's very true.
I thought for a second before getting off the counter.
"Then we'll go to my place." I lick my lips, now standing on my weak legs. My knees will give out if Weston kisses me again and I'll fall if I'm standing.
I'm still incredibly turned on.
I let my eyes fall to the bulge that has been pressed to me the entire time we kissed. Weston looks equally turned on and it doesn't look it'll be going down anytime soon.
A grin emerges his lips before lacing our fingers together and he leads us out of the bathroom. The music is softly heard from the living room, as we both head to another direction— where Weston is taking me.
We get somewhere and it turns out to be the garage. Different kind of cars are lined up, but they mostly look untouched and new, I spot about two motorcycle, one I have seen before and the other I haven't.
I don't let my eyes explore far or my mind wander too much, cause my mind is solely focused on one thing— the one person besides me right now.
I want him badly and I want him now.
He takes a car key and presses the button, turning on a Red Jeep Wrangler as we move towards it.
I wanted to go to the passenger's side to enter, but Weston drags me to himself before I could. My front hits his hard chest, before he presses his lips on mine again.
