Weston is there.
And my stomach drops like I’m free-falling on a roller coaster.
When I see his flushed face outside, my panic doubles. Kieran’s behind me in the house. Weston’s out on the porch in front of me.
“The fuck are you doing?” I ask.
“You know what I’m doing,” he says. “Told you I was coming over.”
He has the same look in his eyes that he had right before I fucked him, half-lidded and impossible to ignore.
“Thought you meant later. Aren’t you at least going to go home and shower first?”
He just shrugs one shoulder. “I’ll shower here. With you.”
It’s maddening.
This cocky, suddenly confident attitude emanating from him is hot as fuck, and I also have no clue how to handle it.
I turn around to look back down the hall toward the kitchen. Kieran’s there, but right now he’s caught in a conversation with the other guys.
I look back at Weston and nod, opening the door for him. “Get in here and just go upstairs, okay?”
“I want something first.”
He pushes me up against the wall near the front door and crushes his lips to mine the same way I did outside earlier.
I should push him away, but I don’t. He slides his tongue along mine for a moment and then puts his teeth on my lower lip, pulling it, retaliating in every possible way for what I did earlier.
He palms my cock through my shorts and then quickly pulls away, giving me a look before turning and heading up the staircase.
My eyelids flutter shut for a moment as I stay leaning back against the wall.
Each beat of my heart feels like a wartime drum.
And I feel like he deserves some sort of warning about me.
But how the hell can I warn him about every goddamn thing inside me that makes me who I am? How could I tell him that I learned quickly growing up that I didn’t believe in promises? Or that every man who passed through my childhood home and promised my mom something different would be yet another reason I believed innothing?
Or how I picked up on the little ways in which my mother was living with a broken heart, and I etched it into my brain? That hollowness. Like she was a piece of trash people discarded along the way, teaching me thatloveonly meantpain.
Broken promises leading to broken years.
None of that is easy to explain.
It’s why I never bother explaining it. I keep my distance from people. I stay far away emotionally.
But I’m starting to realize that might be impossible for me with Weston Knox.
My stomach twists. My muscles are still twitching from the run.
But before I head up the staircase, I glance down the hall and I’m looking right at Kieran.
He’s standing there at the edge of the kitchen, looking right at me, and I know what happened in an instant.
He saw us kissing.
And he looks like he just saw a fucking ghost in the house.