Serenity Falls(83)

“I told you so!” Bailey’s voice rings through. I’m the one to break away from the kiss. I bury my face in the crook of Wes’ neck as I try to hide the blush that I know has taken over my face.

The vibrations of Wes’ chuckle help to soothe my embarrassment. “What do you mean, I told you so?” Wes asks with amusement evident in his tone.

“Bailey and I made a bet.”

I turn to look at John. “What bet?” Now it’s my turn to ask questions.

John shrugs while Bailey answers. “It’s nothing really. I bet John that by the end of camp, you and Wes would end up together, and he didn’t think it would happen.”

Wes’ arm tightens around my middle as he gives John a smug grin. “And why did you think it wouldn’t happen?” Wes asks.

“No offense man, but Kenleigh is way too pretty for you,” John answers as he looks Wes dead in the eyes, and he rolls his wheelchair back and forth.

Liam, Bailey, and I erupt into laughter. Tears stream down my face, my cheeks hurt, and I have a stitch in my side from laughing so hard.

“The kid has a point,” Liam says, laughing.

I take several deep breaths as I try to regain control of my laughter until I look up at Wes. Obviously, by his tight lips and clenched jaw, he didn’t think it was too funny. I place my hand on his cheek, forcing him to look at me. Once his eyes have found mine, his features loosen, and a grin starts to splay across his lips. I mouth the words ‘I love you’ and he nods. Turning to look back John and Bailey, I ask, “So, now that you’ve won the bet, Bailey, what do you get?”

“John owes me a movie. What do you think? This weekend good for you, John?” Bailey asks.

I don’t know why I didn’t see it before, but if I didn’t know any better, I would say that she has a crush on John.

“This weekend sounds good. But no chick flicks.”

“Uh-uh. I won the bet. I get to pick the movie,” Bailey retorts with a Cheshire-cat-like grin.

John groans. “Whatever,” he sighs.

Bailey walks behind John’s wheelchair, taking hold of the handles, as she taunts him in a singsong voice. “What to see? What to see?”

John shakes his head at the mention of an actress’s name as Bailey wheels him away.

“Well, that was fun and all, but I’m gonna get going. Mr. Will wanted me to help out with the corral today,” Liam says, walking off the porch and down the steps. He shoots us a wave over his shoulder as he walks away.

“You thought that was funny, huh?” Wes asks.

“Oh, come on. You know it was. And besides, you’re the one who’s too pretty for me,” I reply, massaging the back of Wes’ neck.

“Babe, I love you and all, but don’t ever call me pretty, again. Sexy, handsome, good-lookin’, those all work, but not pretty.”

I push up on my tiptoes, bringing my lips right to the shell of Wes’ ear. “Yes, Sexy. But now, I have to go and see what I can help with around here,” I whisper.

The groan that escapes Wes sends lust crashing into the one place I don’t need right now. He grabs hold of my hips and pulls me closer to him, the bulging evidence in his shorts that rests against my stomach does nothing to damper my need. “I need some help right now,” Wes says in that low husky voice that I love. With his hands locked behind my back, he lifts me off the ground, walks up the steps, and into the quiet house. “And you are the only one who can help me at this moment.”

My hands travel up his arms and grip his shoulders. My head dips to the crook of his neck where I place feather light kisses from his collarbone up to his ear. My eyes flutter close. “And what is that I can help you with?” I ask breathlessly.

I don’t notice that we’ve walked through the kitchen and living room until I hear the faint creaking sounds of the stairs beneath us. “I’m about to show you,” Wes groans while I suck and nibble on his ear.

Lust, desire, and need slam into me all at once just from hearing those words. Never in all my life have I felt more desired than Wes makes me feel. His grip slides from around my waist to my ass. The pressure is gentle, yet demanding. I wrap my legs around his waist as he walks me backwards down the hall. The feel of hard wood makes contact with my back only to give way as a door opens. Which door? I’m not sure, but I know it’s my room as soon as my eyes flutters open. Bottles of lotion, my perfume, hairbrush, and whatever else crash to the floor as Wes sweeps them off the cluttered dresser before sitting me on top of it.

“Look at me.” It’s not a request, but a demand. My blue eyes find his. “We may not have a lot of time right now, but I am going to make sure you feel real good. Just like every time before and every time after this one,” he says huskily as he drops to his knees. The combination of his voice and the image of his lips connecting with my ankle only make me want him more. A gasp escapes me and goose bumps pepper my skin when the tip of his tongue grazes the burning flesh behind my knee. “I love that I do this to you,” he murmurs.