Once we get to the sand, we take off our shoes, and since we’re in shorts, we walk up to the water and sink our feet in. West stands behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, holding me close as we watch the sunset and take in the sky painted in beautiful reds, oranges, and yellows as the waves crash over our feet.
It's a perfect moment that I wish would never end. The outside world can't touch me here in West's arms, and it’s here I start to think we can weather any storm. So I begin to feel more confident about tomorrow. As long as West is at my side, I can face anything.
After we’re back at the hotel, it's like all bets are off. We can't get our clothes off fast enough.
The sex isn't gentle. It isn't drawn out either. It’s urgent and fast as if we need to claim each other and prove he's mine and I'm his. We don't even make it to the bed. He takes me right against the door, and I’m sure anyone walking down the hallway knew exactly what we were doing.
It was perfect and exactly what I needed to ease my tension. Too bad the pit in my stomach is still there.
Weston
Neither of us wants the trip to end. I’m driving slowly to Napa Valley and letting everyone pass by us. Rory hasn't complained once because I know she feels the same way.
Last night was what I'd consider a perfect night. Having dinner with her, watching the sunset with her in my arms on the beach with the sand between our toes and the water washing over our feet, was the very definition of romance. And something we’ll always remember.
Then when we got back to our room, we made love all night.. I hope it made her understand how I feel about her.
We are an hour away from the vineyard where Nate and Mandy will have their wedding and all the events. Everyone is staying there, and it's supposed to be beautiful.
The bachelor and bachelorette parties are tonight, and I know we can't miss those. We are already three days later than we had planned, but I can't be sorry for that. It's three extra days I got my girl to myself.
When we’re about twenty minutes away from the vineyard, we pass a rest stop on the highway just before our exit. Taking advantage of one last reprieve, I pull over and park in the back of the parking lot away from everyone else, and turn to face her.
"I hate this," I say, figuring it's best to be brutally honest.
"Me too, but you know we can't miss tonight, and we’re out of excuses."
"I know." I move in for a kiss, desperate to taste her again because I know the moment we get there, we will be pulled in two different directions.
Our kiss turns desperate and passionate, and we make out like teenagers in the car, and I memorize everything. How she tastes, the little moans she makes, how her lips move with mine, and the feel of her hands in my hair.
She’s wearing a skirt today, and she looks so damn beautiful. But I'm grateful for the skirt because when I run my hand up the inside of her thigh to her panties, I find them wet.
"You need me, baby girl?" I ask.
"Always, West. I always need you." She moans and tries to shift her hips to get my fingers where she wants them.
Does she know what her words do to me? They calm the beast in me who is clawing at his cage, knowing in half an hour I have to pretend like she isn't my whole world.
"I love you," I whisper against her lips.
"I love you too, West," she says, and only then do I move her panties to the side and start playing with her clit.
She is wet and needy, moving with my hand and trying to pull me closer. If we weren't in a public place, I’d lay my seat back, pull her over me and have her ride my dick until she orgasmed so many times she'd sleep right through the next few days.
But right now, I’ll settle for making her come all over my hand and walking in to see her brother with her taste still on my tongue and her panties soaked from me.
Taking my time, I slowly start playing with her clit, driving her to the edge only to let up before she falls over. Then I thrust two fingers into her, curling them slightly and hitting the spot inside her that drives her crazy. When I know she is close again, I pull my fingers out, and she gives a frustrated moan.
I bury my head in her neck so she can't see my smile. Already, I know her body almost better than she does, and I can keep her on edge for hours if I want. Maybe one night, I'll tie her to my bed and do just that.
When I begin playing with her clit again, she tries to reach for my cock. But I grab her hands, pulling them behind her and holding both her wrists in one of my hands. This is about me claiming her, and I want her to enjoy every minute of it.
I go back to playing with her clit slowly, as slowly, and as lazily as I'm kissing her. She keeps trying to move her hips to grind against me, but with her arms behind her back, she can't move far. I slide two fingers into her again, easily and without increasing my pace, I thrust in and out of her.
"You're mine, Rory,” I tell her, wanting to make myself clear.
"Yes," she moans.