Undenied (Unspoken #3)(14)

“Much,” he said with a grin. “I wish I could claim the credit but that goes to Payton.”

Gracie raised her eyebrow. “Now I know I have to hear the rest of this.”

He quickly outlined the events of the night before. When he looked over at Gracie, she looked chagrinned.

“What?” he asked.

“Damn, why didn’t I ever think about a blindfold? I’m so going to have to steal that idea for Luke.”

“Luke having problems getting it up?” Wes smirked.

She flipped him the bird. “Are you suggesting he wouldn’t be turned on by me anymore?”

Wes laughed. “Hell no, I know better. That man can’t be in the same room with you without getting the shakes.”

“So what now?” Gracie said, adopting a more serious expression. “You going to see her again?”

Wes nodded. “Tonight. I sort of need your help getting out of here without getting the third degree. I’d rather not answer a hundred questions.”

She nodded then laughed as Luke bellowed from the living room. “No problem. Better get that beer back into the living room. The natives are getting restless.”

They both headed back into the living room to see Thad, Jeremy and Michelle’s newborn son being passed around. Ellie sat on Jake’s lap holding the baby, and they both looked extremely gooey-eyed over the wiggling lump.

Ellie made eye contact with Wes, and he raised an eyebrow at the soft look of joy on her face. Her eyes twinkled merrily, the look of a woman with a secret she couldn’t wait to share. Wes smiled back, satisfied to see her so happy.

He sat next to Gracie and Luke on the couch, popped open a beer then looked back over at Ellie and Jake. “So, guys, got something you want to share with the rest of us?”

Jake looked suspiciously at him then glanced over at Ellie in question. She shrugged then laughed.

“I didn’t say a word.”

“You don’t have to, girlfriend,” Gracie piped in. “It’s there to see on your face. We’re all just wondering how long you’re going to leave us in suspense.”

Ellie blushed, a rosy, ecstatic glow lighting up her face. She glanced at Jake who smiled back at her with such tenderness it made Wes feel a little gooey himself. In a twisted, marshmallow kind of way.

“We’re having a baby,” she announced.

The room erupted in a chorus of congratulations, backslapping and hugs. Wes sat back and smiled, enjoying the smiles and laughter of his group of friends. They’d all found happiness and the love of a good woman, or so the country song went. And, well, the love of a good woman was hard to find, so he certainly didn’t begrudge them that. Even if they had all turned into pussies.

Chapter Six

So she’d skirted out of the wedding a little earlier than she should have so she could go shopping for sexy lingerie. She hadn’t planned on hooking up for some wild sex while she was here, so she hadn’t exactly packed for the occasion.

Payton stood in the bathroom of her hotel room, fiddling with the tie of her satin flyaway negligee. All ego aside, she knew she looked hot. The tie cinched her br**sts and plumped them up to their best advantage, and the flyaway portion bared her belly and the tiny lace underwear that hardly covered her pu**y at all.

She grinned at her reflection. No blindfold tonight. He was going to see it all, and she wanted it to be an experience he wouldn’t soon forget.

Promptly at nine, a knock sounded at her door, and she went to answer, foregoing the coy hide-and-seek act she’d played the night before.

As soon as she opened the door, he swept in and pulled her into his arms. Their lips met, collided in a fury of heat and passion. He backed her toward the bed while she yanked at his shirt.

She fell backwards onto the mattress, staring as he tore his shirt the rest of the way off. His shoes went flying and hit the opposite wall seconds before his jeans and underwear made fast tracks down his legs.

He had that hard, lean look of a hungry male as he loomed over her, his gaze blazing a trail over her body.

“Just the underwear,” he said. “Take the underwear off and leave the rest.”

“You do it,” she said mischievously.

With a sexy growl, he reached for her hips, snagged his fingers in the strings and ripped downward. The material gave way and he tossed the remnants over his shoulder.

His eyes gleamed, and he gave her a predatory smile as he lowered his body to hers.

“Love the outfit,” he murmured.

She sucked in her breath as he touched his lips to the swell of her br**sts pushed together by the negligee. He proceeded to nibble at the plump flesh, burrowing his mouth between the mounds.

As he delved deeper, his goatee scratched against her skin, sending tiny goose bumps to her ni**les until they puckered and formed taut points. As he pulled back, he caught the tie with his teeth and yanked, loosening the top until it fell away from her br**sts.

Unwilling to wait for the attention she wanted, she buried her hand in his short-cropped hair, and finding little purchase, she slid her fingers to his ear to pull him toward her nipple.

She felt him smile against her skin before he lazily rolled his tongue over the sensitive bud. She moaned, voicing her approval, encouraging him to continue.

He sucked the nipple farther into his mouth and lightly grazed his teeth over the tip. She arched, feeling the shock all the way down to her pu**y.