Chapter 17

Turning on her too high heels Stacy sent me a small smile that seemed friendly, I wanted to lean in just to be sure I identified the emotion correctly when she leaned in to give Wes a kiss goodbye. Digging my fingers into my palm I watched as her lips whispered over the thin corner of his mouth yet again, grinding my teeth together I fought the urge to rip her off of him. Oh my dentist is going to give me an ear full, I thought as Stacy whispered something in Wes's ear. Heck I'd be lucky to have teeth by the time she steps into the taxi.

"Khloe."

Forcing my gaze away from the scene in front of me I was surprised to feel my mother's arms engulf me in a warm hug, her rich perfume tickled my senses, bringing back happier memories of when she use to notice me. Times when she would brush my hair before my first day of school, babbling on and on about how many friends I would make. A lump lodged its self in my throat, unconsciously I lifted my arms to hug her back for a moment, under a foggy haze of when my mother truly was my mother. Before my father broke her. My arms dropped to my sides as reality slapped me in the face, a cold reminder of how damaged she was now.

"Thank you for what you're doing." she whispered in my ear before pulling an arms length away

Her soft honey eyes glistened with unshed tears as one slid down her papery cheek "I'm sorry for what happened at the party honey, I shouldn't have kicked you out." she said in a small whisper her voice cracking with regret

I wanted to say it was okay, that I know she didn't mean it but we both knew that was a lie. I over stepped the boundaries by bringing her failed marriage up knowing how much it still affected my mother and in result she wanted to inflict the same low blow. It wasn't the first time this has happened and I'm confident it won't be the last either. Nodding I stepped out of her reach, turning away I started toward Wes who was wiping Stacy's kiss while she was distracted with her phone. Fighting back a smile I cleared my throat gaining his attention, flashing me boyish grin he dropped his hand when my mother kissed the same cheek.

"Again I'm sorry for being so rude to you." she apologized for the umpteenth time

"It's alright Ms. Sparks." he chuckled dismissing her apology

She offered him a soft smile before following Stacy into the taxi, stepping in she gave one last wave as the taxi pulled away from the curb. Breathing a sigh of relief I glanced down at my phone that was in my hand, just in time to get back to the office. Tucking my phone back in it's pocket in my tote bag I opened my mouth to thank Wes when his large hand grabbed my elbow.

"Uh no sweetheart you're not going anywhere." he said in a stern tone

"I have a job to do as I'm sure you do as well." I retorted trying to pull my arm out of his grip but he wasn't letting go

He shook his head a lock of his black hair falling over his left brow, my fingers itched to brush the loose strand away and run my fingers through the soft, mid-night hair. To feel the silk between my fingers as I brush my mouth against his strong jaw, to graze my teeth over the muscles as his hands fist my hair...

Shaking my head I banished the distracting and hormonic thoughts away "I have someone covering for me and you are going to call your office to inform them of your extra lunch."

"Excuse me." I all but growled as I narrowed my eyes in disobedience "What makes you think that I would do anything you say?" I challenged

His own eyes narrowed meeting my determined gaze, his fingers tightened around my elbow before he tugged me forward. Yelping in surprise I stumbled over my own feet and slammed ungracefully against his chest, my forehead hitting his solid chest. Groaning I rubbed my forehead which had taken the worst of the impact, snapping my head up I sent him a dirty glare when I spotted my phone in his hand.

"Are you going to call or should I?" he asked raising the phone out of my reach

"I will." I answered stretching up against him in hopes of snatching it out of his hands

With an amused twinkle in his eye he slid the lock of my phone open and slid down, with his other hand still wrapped around my elbow. Jumping on the tips of my feet I tried to no avail to retrieve my phone but the bulk was too tall and his grip on my arm kept me anchored down.

"Speak." he ordered as he put it on speaker

"Only if you give it back." I shot back in an equally demanding tone

An all too familiar bell like voice answered, Wes must have recognized Tess's voice from yesterday because he flashed me a devilish grin "Hello again Tess." he greeted in his gruff, deep voice

"Wes? I thought Khloe was with you?" she questioned

Thrashing against his chest I attempted once more to steal the phone away but his grip tightened on my arm rooting me to the ground.

"She is, I'm calling to inform you that she will be out longer than expected." he said, his eyes lowering to meet mine and the mischievous glint sparkling in his pale blue eyes warned me he was going to do something I won't approve of "She isn't available right now though, she's...a bit tied up." he chuckled

"Oh." Tess giggled on the other end understanding the double meaning much to my horror, why did she answer? Where is Amy?

"Wes!" I growled my voice carrying through the receiver, a shade of pink tinged my cheeks when Tess laughed loudly and I realized my mistake too late.

"I'll cover for her, rock her world." she chuckled before hanging up

"Are you happy?" I hissed when he handed my phone grinning wickedly after Tess's last statement. I'm going to kill her later, I thought as I shoved my phone back into my bag.

"Very." he chuckled pulling me beside him like a child as he started forward

With an exasperated huff I had no choice but to follow him. He guided us through the thin crowds of people littering the sidewalk, his fingers firm yet not painful on my arm. His callous fingers rubbing against my skin sent a wave of heat racing down my spine, recalling what these very fingers were capable of. The muscles in my belly constricted in anticipation, wanting so desperately for Wes to create the same desperate need that coiled around my body and than when I could take no more it broke me into tiny pieces as the pleasure washed through me.

I clenched my legs together hoping to rid the sudden ache there, no matter how much I tried forgetting what happened in his apartment I can never rid the memory, it's as if it were burned into my mind. A painful reminder that I'm not normal like other woman, that only one man gave me pleasure and he's a man who would give any female with two legs the same treatment. Anger coiled inside my chest just thinking about how different I truly am, why did it have to be Wes of all the men in the world.

Sighing softly under my breath I didn't have much of a choice, life doesn't give you what you want. Paying attention to our surroundings I noticed we had left to small part of town where the snobby rich and famous explored and had now ventured into a street filled with children's laughter and screams of joy leading from the park up ahead.

"Where are we going?" I asked jerking my arm free at last

"The field up ahead, it's private enough for us to talk and makes it difficult for you to run away." he teased

Rolling my eyes at his childish reasons behind the equally childish destination. At least it's public, I thought as I looked around at the children scattered around the playground on the other side of the black bars, their parents talking on the benches with the other parents. We strolled past the entrance to the playground and I couldn't help but watch the children racing around with smiles, completely oblivious to the dark, painful and unfair life that comes with growing up. There only concern now is getting away from whoever is it.

A bell dinging caused me to turn in the direction of the noise, a small ice cream wagon with an short old man pushing came to view. Wes stepped up to the elder man and ordered two ice cream cones, pulling out his wallet he handed the man a five. Grinning happily the man pushed his wagon satisfied with another customer.

"Strawberry or chocolate?" Wes asked holding both cones out

Reaching for the chunky chocolate one I mumbled a thank you "Come on." he said motioning for me to follow him

My heels sank into the freshly cut grass making it difficult for me to stay by his side as I had to literally yank the five inch heels out with each step "Just take them off." Wes said sounding annoyed

"These are six hundred dollar heels." I hissed shaking a clump of dirt off my heel

He sighed dramatically before he strolled lazily to my side, I watched with both curiosity and suspicion as he knelt on the ground and raised my foot in midair. My breath hitched as his long fingers brushed my ankle, slowly he slipped the beige pump off and reached for the other. Gulping nervously I watched as his fingers spread across my skin, his bronzed skin contrasting against my pale skin yet the sight had my imaginary running wild with images of his nude tanned body laying over mine. Biting my bottom lip I forced the moan bubbling in my throat, he skimmed his fingers upwards over my calf then as if he had just picked up a penny he stood up.

Blinking away my shock I followed after him in silence, my cheeks tainted a soft shade of pink at my wayward thoughts. I really need to get laid, I thought with a shake of my head. Wes took a seat on one of the large green picnic benches, mimicking him I made sure to leave space between us.

"Really?" he asked and slid over closing the small space

Rather than pay attention to his thigh pressed against my own I licked my ice cream, hoping the chilly treat will cool my flushed cheeks.

"About the other night.." he paused, turning to face him I was surprised to see him rubbing his neck nervously "It was unexpected and good but that shouldn't mean you run off the way you did, we're adults."

"So you didn't plan it?" I asked the question that has been circling my mind for a while

"No." he blurted, he turned so his body was facing me "I have thought about doing that and so much more but I didn't plan for it to happen."

I felt the heat creeping into my cheeks, warmer than before by his confession of wanting to do 'much more' with me. Licking my ice cream I spotted Wes grinning at my childish response, could this honestly get any worst.

"So what happens from here?" I asked lifting my gaze up to meet his

He shook his head, his dark hair shaking as he leaned back against the bench "Like I said we're adults, one sexual encounter shouldn't change our relationship."

"Our relationship?" I questioned quirking my brow up

"Yeah, this thing between us." he clarified

Nodding I wiggled my toes in the grass, the short blades tickling the sensitive skin between my baby toe. A smile touched my lips as I tried remembering the last time I had gone bare foot other than in my apartment, I was eight and my father took us out for a day at the beach. I spent the entire day squishing wet sand between my toes oblivious to the shit that was about to hit the fan. Times were so much simpler than, ignorance really is bliss, I thought as I recalled my younger days.

"Hmm..." I sighed and dug my toes deeper into the grass

"Do you regret it?" he asked suddenly

"I...I don't know." I answered truthfully, I know I loved how my body felt and to know I can have an orgasm was exhilarating but the idea of Wes being to cause makes me-nervous.

He shifted in his seat as the silence stretched further leaving my confused opinion hanging between us. Retracting my feet I glanced down at my newly painted toes as if they could take me away from this much dreaded confrontation. Was it not bad enough I have to speak about it?

"Are you...a virgin?"

Snapping my head up I met his awkward stare with a bewildered one, heat rushed to my face in hot waves at the personal -and insulting question. Sure I'm not a sex pro but I'm not a innocent either it's just I haven't had much luck in that department but for Wes to ask if I am. Did I act like a virgin?

"No." I answered in a squeaky voice

His shoulders slumped in relief as he released a breath "Oh shit, you have no idea how scared I was that you were." he chuckled but it wasn't his usual deep laughter that sent my heart skipping

"I thought you would prefer the innocent to corrupt." I said my voice cracking much to my disappointment

He shook his head one side of his pink lips tilting upwards "Only you thought that sweet-cheeks and I don't do virgins." he said in a serious tone

Nodding I bit my bottom lip to keep my next question from slipping out, it's a bit embarrassing and I'm sure he'll laugh but I had to know. My pride has taken too much backlash by the men in my life and this would be considered setting myself up for disaster, it nagged me to not know the truth. If I get burned it's my own fault, I reminded myself.

"Did you really not regret it?" I blurted before I could chicken out

"Honestly?" he said turning to meet my gaze, his grey eyes holding mine in a serious stare that held no humor

"Yes." I answered with a nod part of me wanting to hear his response and the other part of me terrified to hear him tell me what I've heard from men before. Wes slid closer, one of his hands resting gently against my knee, rubbing up my thigh in slow sensual circles. His fingers rubbed dangerously close to the throbbing area between my legs, digging my nails into my palm I watched as he leaned forward till his forehead touched mine. He broke the stare his eyes dropping to my slightly parted lips.

"Not one second." he finally replied his voice a husky whisper, the deep sound sending chills of excitement down my spine. His hand slid in between my thighs, a sharp breath tore from my lips as his fingers skimmed ever so lightly over my womanhood "Do you have any idea how difficult it was for me to stay in my apartment? When all I wanted was to scoop you up and throw you on my bed."

My heart hammered wildly against my ribs with every stroke of his long, experienced fingers against my aching clit, playing and teasing the wet area. Biting my bottom lip I watched his pupils dilate with interest by the innocent action, his fingers stilled in between my legs.

"To taste every inch of your soft body till I reach your sweet core..." he leaned forward so our lips were a brush away, if either of us spoke it would cause our lips to touch. My chest rose and fell with the labored breaths that passed my lips in the hopes of calming myself but with him so close and his spicy scent engulfed me in a warm trance that had my senses on high alert. Well aware of the masculine man sitting beside me with his hand over my womanhood and his lips nearly touching my own.

Nervously I poked my tongue out to moist my parched lips when the tip of my tongue brushed his bottom lip, a throaty moan rumbled from his chest before he slipped his own tongue out to meet mine. I gasped in shock as his tongue traced the length of mine like a dancer adjusting to their new partner, quickly retracting my tongue I barely heard him speak as he traced my bottom lip, his hand squeezing my throbbing sex "To taste you.." me mumbled in a voice that could only be described as a bedroom voice, deep, sultry, and oh so tempting..

For the first time I regretted retreating from his apartment the other day, wishing he would have kissed me senseless and ravish my body till I could barely put to words together. The phrase 'fuck me senseless' seemed to fit in this situation.

"Stop running from me kitty." he whispered in that sultry tone as his lips brushed mine "Give in to your body's desires."

I whimpered loving the feel of his soft lips touching mine even if it were by accident "I can't." I managed to say breathlessly

Wes does that, he makes a simple task like breathing a difficult challenge my lungs nearly fail at. I hated the power he has over me but loved it, it was a dangerous mix of love and hate that left my brain confused by the internal battle.

"Can't or won't?" he asked lifting his head so our eyes locked in an intense stare that spoke volumes

His gaze was cloud with lust, much like the docks just before a angry summer storm, the after math difficult to recover from. The emotion seemed promising, for a night filled with passion and exhaustion. I shuddered just imaging his hands all over my body, roaming, squeezing, teasing -till I explode with need "Both."

His mouth quirked upwards into a half smirk as if I've told him a joke, he raised his hand up from between my legs which caused me to moan in protest as he settled his hand against my cheek, the pad of his thumbs rubbing the tip of my mouth. Involuntarily my lips parted, my lower abdominal clenching with anticipation as he leaned forward, the loud thump of my heart pounded in my ears. My free hand rose up to his neck nudging him lower, the heat burning inside me controlling my actions, completely forgetting all logic and common sense.

A deep sound rumbled from his chest as he brushed his lips against mine, the touch feather like "Mark my words kitty kat you will..." he whispered before capturing my lips in a sizzling kiss that wiped our surrounding from my mind, only leaving the tempting man that sets my body on fire.

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Hmmm.... Wes sure can get a girl all hot and bothered ^_~ and he has his eyes set on our uptight Khloe, what do you think he has in store for her?

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