Novak Raven (Harper's Mountains #4)(30)

“Weston,” she gasped out, pulling on his lower back.

He held her tighter, let all his body weight rest on her as he stroked into her harder and faster. “Tell me you’re close. God, Ave, tell me you’re coming soon.”

At the sexy rasp of desperation in his voice, release exploded through her body in hard, quick pulses. She cried out and buried her face against his neck.

Weston slammed into her and froze, and she could feel it—that first pulse of his own release. How f*cking sexy that she’d caused him to do this. He reared back and slammed into her again as his heat flowed into her. Her aftershocks lasted so long, spurred on by his own release. And when he hovered over her, twitching, chest heaving, eyes hooded and on her, and that sexy smile ghosting his lips, she giggled. She couldn’t help herself.

“Oh, sex with me is funny?” Weston teased.

Avery ran the back of her hand across the roughness of his jaw. “I’m relieved.”

“That it’s done?”

“No. That you’re my first. It always felt like I was waiting on something, and now I know what. I was waiting on you. On this moment, so it could be this special.”

Weston grinned and looked around the woods. “Woman, this ain’t exactly a bed and breakfast and a warm bed. We just f*cked in the dirt.”

Avery shrugged and followed his glance to the greenery around them. “Yeah, but it’s soooo…you. And it’ll be memorable.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Mmm hmm. I have moss in my crack.”

Weston dropped his forehead to her chest and laughed so hard his shoulders shook. “I swear I’ll make it more special next time.”

“Oh, next time? You’re already planning on round two?”

“Uh, yeah. That was awesome. My dick is your biggest fan. Plus,” he murmured, giving two hard sucks to her nipples. “I’ve been thinking about your tits all week.”

She gasped teasingly. “Weston Novak, did you jack off to me?”

He snorted. “Did I jack off to you? I didn’t want to because I was still pissed at you, but yeah, I anger-banged my fist a few times thinking about you in that little tank top and short-shorts number you keep wearing at the shop.”

“I read romance books,” she admitted. “The dirty ones. I’m practically a pro at sex.”

“I believe it,” he murmured, but his glazed-over attention was back on her boobs, and he was jiggling one rhythmically.

Avery swatted his hand. “Don’t make them look weird.”

“They’re so big. I thought raven shifters were flat-chested, mousey little things, but you have these big ol’ bouncy titties and a round ass.” He squeezed her behind for emphasis and ground his hips against her. “I f*cking love you naked.”

I f*cking love you, period. She wished she could say it, but Weston wouldn’t be ready. He’d only just found out she wasn’t the bad guy, and she wanted to cling onto moments like these before he decided to run.

“Well, I like your tattoos and piercings and muscles. And your smile.”

The smile dipped from his face. “And what else?”

“And the way you know how to do everything, fix everything. And the way you’re quiet unless you have something important to say. And the way you make up your own mind on things.” She ran her fingertip across his full bottom lip. “And the way you taste when you kiss me, and the way you smile when I tease you.”

“I see things,” he said suddenly.

Avery frowned at the seriousness of his tone. “What kinds of things?”

Weston looked like he regretted saying anything at all and pulled out of her. When he rolled them both to the side and cradled her against his chest, he stared off into the woods and murmured, “I see future things. Things that haven’t happened yet. Awful things.”

Avery propped up on her elbow to better see his face, but he didn’t seem to be joking. “Like you are a psychic?”

“No, I don’t read people’s minds or anything like that. I see people’s future.”

“Whose? Mine?”

“No,” he said too fast and too sternly. “Not yours. Don’t say that anymore.”

“Okay.” Troubled, Avery brushed his short, dark hair to the side. “Whose then?”

“Harper’s first. Alana and Lexi, too, but mostly I see strangers now. I see them dying or getting hurt. Sometimes the visions are good, but most of the time they aren’t.”

“How often do you have them?”

Weston rolled his head and locked his dark gaze on hers when he said, “Every day.”

Gooseflesh blasted across her skin. “That’s awful.”

“I hate sleeping now. I put it off so I won’t have dreams, but sometimes I even have them during the day now while I’m awake. The world goes away, and I get dumped into this scene. Faraway places with strangers hurting. I tried to stop a couple. I drove to meet a woman in Woodfin and saved her from a car accident. But two days later, she stepped into a busy street and was hit by a car. And it was so much worse than what I’d saved her from. Her kid witnessed it. I thought I could change her fate, but I couldn’t. And now that kid will always have that awful memory, that awful scar, because of me.” Weston pulled her against his side and stared up at the thick branches of the forest canopy. “My dad had the sight, so did his mom, and I used to pray that I wouldn’t get it. I saw how the crews depended on my dad to tell their futures. To reassure them, and sometimes he didn’t have good news. And I saw the toll it took on him. I heard the conversations he had with my mom late at night after bad visions and saw that hollow look in his eyes the morning after. I didn’t want that to be me, but when I came to Harper’s Mountains, something shifted. The visions started, and now I already feel like I’m losing my mind. You said you were a broken raven, but you aren’t.” Weston swallowed hard. “I am.”