Invincible(47)

“Yeah, you are. Absolutely ugly. The ugliest… woman…”

Rose laughed. She covered her mouth and laughed at me.

I tried to hold back but I couldn’t help but laugh either. Christ, we were in such hell. Death waiting around the corner. A bullet could fly at any second and tear my brain to pieces.

So we stood there and laughed.

It felt good.

Rose had me at arms length.

She caught her breath and said, “I didn’t mean anything against you, okay? It’s just that my entire life…”

“Shut up, Rose,” I said.

“Excuse me?”

I was done talking about being beautiful. She wanted to feel ugly? Fine. I could make that happen. There was one logical thing to do.

I reached down and scooped up a handful of mud and dirt and wiped it across her face.





31.


(Rose)



Wes threw mud at me.

I stood there, shocked, as I tried to actually believe it happened.

He threw mud at me? What are we… like, seven? Like he’s some punk on the playground who likes me and throws dirt at me?

Wes then shrugged his shoulders and said, “There, now you’re ugly for real.”

I hated to admit it, but I liked it a lot. I stepped forward at Wes and tried to kiss him. He darted out of the way and I chased after him. There was freaking dirt on my face. It was gross. I wanted to give it back to Wes.

He lured me to the edge of the lake and then grabbed my waist and tossed me. I screamed but he didn’t let me go, letting me crash into the water. Instead, he spun me and put me down.

I came at him with a big, dirty kiss.

“Great, I’m ugly now,” Wes said.

“Hardly,” I whispered.

Our bodies were tight together.

“Let’s go for a swim,” Wes suggested.

“What?”

“You heard me. You need to clean up.

“In the lake?”

“Why not?”

“No. No way in hell…”

Wes grabbed me and turned. I screamed again, but there was no stopping it this time. Wes lunged forward into the water. My arms were tight around his neck. We crashed into the chilly water and I didn’t know what to do.

Slap Wes? Punch Wes? Knee him in the balls? Or just scream from the icy water slicing me…

When we popped out of the water, he was still holding me. We were only waist deep. My legs were tight around Wes’s body. I instantly started to shiver. I blinked the water away.

Wes reached up and wiped my face. “There. No more dirt and mud. You’re f*cking beautiful again, sweetie.”

“I hate when you say it,” I blurted out.

“What?”

“That I’m beautiful.”

“Why?”

“Because of the way it makes me feel.”

“Oh?”

“This is…” My hands dug against his wet shirt to his hard muscle. “This is real for me, Wes. You and me. My car was supposed to explode and then you came to check on me. I think you got my heart in all this.”

“Ah, shit. I didn’t ask for that.”

“Oh,” I said. That really wasn’t the reaction I was hoping for.

“It’s okay, sweetie. We’re going to get through this. I’ll go down for you.”

I believed him.

I shivered again.

One of his hands held my ass, the other hand at my back. He held me with ease, as though I was as light as a feather. Our lips touched, pulled back, flirted, pulled back again. Wes was f*cking with me and it was getting to me bad. There I was, standing in damn cold lake water, and all I wanted was to kiss him. Or have him kiss me.

Because… well… I was falling in love with Wes.



~



Our tongues ravaged one another as Wes walked from the water. It sloshed around and the air felt colder as it attacked my wet clothes and body. But I knew it was going to be worth it. He walked to the back door of the cabin and opened it. He walked right to the bathroom and he stepped right into the shower. He turned on the water, hit the shower, and after a few cold seconds of water, it was warm. Then hot.

So comfortable.

So amazing.

Wes pinned me against the back wall of the shower as everything heated up. So fast. So good. He grabbed my legs and made me stand there. His hands ripped at my soaking wet shirt and forced it off. He tore at my bra, tossing it out of the shower. My breasts hung there, my nipples painfully hard. His hands cupped me and when I looked into his eyes, it was intense. Maybe the most intense look I’d ever seen from another man in my life.

When Wes’s mouth and tongue touched my chest, my body ignited with a deep fire. Hotter than the water rushing from the shower, attacking my body. He kissed down to my breasts and comforted me with his tongue. Circling my nipples one at a time, bringing me to a torturous level of pleasure. My knees bent and my hips quivered. My panties were soaked from the water, but they would have been soaked no matter what. I ached for Wes. I craved him. I demanded him. It felt good to be greedy.

So greedy that I put a hand to Wes’s head and pushed.

“Fuck,” I whispered. “Wes. Now. Right now.”

He slithered down my belly and then looked up at me. “Tell me. I want to f*cking hear you say it.”