Chapter 46

"What are you doing here?"

Staring at her clasped hands for a moment she didn't respond but her appearance didn't help. Her dark ebony hair was pulled down into a low ponytail, her light brown eyes were rimmed red and had a shiny gloss that indicated she has been crying recently, the tip of her nose was red and the dry tear streaks staining her cheeks was enough for me to conclude this wasn't a happy visit.

Sucking in a shaky breath, she swiped the tissue across her cheeks "I know I'm not the person you want to see this early in the morning but I didn't know where else to go."

The desperation in her voice had my defenses lowering as I realized she wasn't here to attack me and her messy appearance definitely didn't look threatening. It still left the question as to why she was here, she and I aren't really friendly.

"Can I come in?"

Shaking my head of the questions swerving in my mind I nodded and stepped aside.

"Can I get you something to drink?"

"No, I don't have much time to stay. The kids should be waking up soon and Joey left to the grocery store and doesn't even know I'm here."

She sat down on the sofa, ankles crossed and a seldom expression on her face as she stared at her lap like it was the most fascinating thing in the world. Sitting beside her I nodded "And why exactly are you here Marbella?"

Looking up through wet lashes she took a moment before answering "My dad died three days ago." she said in a soft whisper but she could have shouted and I wouldn't be able to tell the difference

Placing my hand over hers, I understood I didn't know her well enough to be doing this but I felt like she needed comfort and I was the only one around to give it to her. Her free hand fell over mine as she fought back the tears brimming her eyes. It took a moment but she managed to reel in the emotions and in that moment I didn't see the rude, snappy girl from the dinner a few weeks ago; what I saw was a vulnerable grown woman who looked as if the whole world has caved in on her.

"I'm sorry for your loss. How is Wes taking it?"

Sniffing, she offered a weak smile "That's why I'm here, Wes is a mess."

I would be lying if I said that surprised me. Wes has carried so much guilt for years, his father's death after a heart attack he believes he caused would surely bring him down. The hallow space in my chest throbbed thinking of Wes drowning in self loathing and I wanted nothing more than to grab my coat and find him where ever he is and hold him in my arms. Rather than do just that I pushed the part of me that yearned to see him for my own selfish reasons aside and focused on the important matter before me.

"Is he alright?" I asked as I slid closer to her

She shook her head "For the past three days he has been locked in his room with a bottle of tequila. We've tried talking to him but all he does is stare aimlessly at us like he can't understand what we're saying. We knew he'd take this the hardest but not like this."

"Wes doesn't drink." I mumbled with a shake of my head

I recall on the first 'date' we had to Stacy's engagement Wes mentioned he doesn't get drunk or drink and other than an occasional beer or wine that I offer him he hasn't touched any alcohol drinks since we've been together.

"He hasn't since our mom's accident which worries us more."

Pulling my hand back I ran it through my messy hair not at all insecure about how terrible I may appear in my pajamas with swollen red eyes although Marbella isn't really in the position to judge appearances herself at the moment. I bit my bottom lip thinking about how Wes was coping with the loss of his dad; in a dark dingy room with no lights on and an old shot glass in his hand taking cup after cup down until the bottle rolled on it's side empty. I had to squeeze my eyes tight to prevent the tears that stung my eyes as the image grew more detailed in my mind and the emotions Wes must be struggling with at the moment had my heart aching to comfort him.

Every inch of my heart throbbed with the undeniable urge to find him and personally confirm that he was okay. It was a need that grew more and more painful the longer I sat imagining how Wes was. The gentle touch of a hand on mine pulled me from my thoughts abruptly and had my eyelids snapping open.

"We have tried everything for the last three days to get him to open up or even step out of his room but nothing has worked and I'm scared he has slipped back into a depression because of the past. I don't know what else to do so I'm here begging you to help me- no help him."

The desperation in her voice pulled on my heart strings. This time must be difficult for her and her family. Having to deal with a family death and trying to pull another family member away from the deep abyss that was self hate. I remained silent, not because I was thinking about refusing to go but because I wasn't sure if seeing me would help Wes right now but of course Marbella had the wrong idea. Her fingers enclosed over mine rather tightly as she slid on the couch so we were eye to eye.

"I don't know what happened between you and Wes and I'm not going to ask but what I do know is that you might be able to help. When he's drunk he starts mumbling nonsense about you needing time so I know he wants you there." She placed her free hand over mine "I'm begging you, please help him." she cried

I wanted to tell her the speech was unnecessary but when I opened my mouth to explain the words wouldn't come out as a lump lodged itself in my throat, preventing any sound from escaping. Closing my mouth I settled for a nod as tears I didn't know were there rolled down my face.

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Following behind Marbella as she started up the stairs I spotted Carrie sitting on the couch on our way up, she was holding Anna's boys on one side with Marbella's oldest daughter resting her head on her chest. The somber expressions they all wore broke my heart as we went further into the house that once was filled with noise and laughter but now held silence.

"Thank you again for agreeing to this." Marbella said as we reached the top of the staircase

Nodding I replied with the only words I could "I care about Wes."

Giving her own simple nod she made her way through the narrow hallway as Anna slipped out of a room at the end of the hall, in her hands was a tray of untouched food. She offered a weak smile as she spotted us and quickly made her way over to where we were.

"I knew you weren't going out for fresh air." Anna told her sister who shrugged in response

Turning her attention to me she gave me a soft smile or what I presume was meant to me a smile, it was hard to tell as her bottom lip began to tremble and her navy blue eyes filled with tears. My own eyes filled with tears of sorrow for the family as the eerie silence of mourning swept around the family home like a cold winter breeze.

"He's in the last room." Anna croaked as her shoulders trembled with the sobs racking her body

Tilting my head I couldn't help but wrap my arms around her trembling shoulders and offer my condolences, it wasn't something I thought of doing it was just something I felt I had to do.

"Thank you." Anna whispered in my ear as I pulled back with a new set of tears that unnoticeably made their way down my cheeks

Wiping my fingers across my wet cheeks I made my way down the hall without another word until I reached the last door. Taking a deep breath I prepared myself for the worst and with uncertainty turned the doorknob. The wedges I wore were muffled by the blue carpet but the sound couldn't be heard over the pounding of my heart in my ears as I took in the poorly lit room. It was better than the image in my head that was for sure.

It was a decent sized bedroom by what I could tell, the curtains were drawn preventing the morning sun from bathing the dark room but there was a single lamp on by the bedside that gave enough light to walk around or see the hunched body on the bed with a fourth empty bottle in hand. I didn't need proper light to know the person sitting less than two feet away. Swallowing past the lump in my throat I shut the door behind me and slowly closed the gap between us wondering what exactly I was going to say to him. I've never been in this position before or even had to face the sadness that was losing a loved one.

"Go away Anna." he grumbled in a low deep voice

Halting by the corner of the bed I struggled to find my voice as I watched him bring the bottle to his lips and take a long swing.

"It's not Anna." I replied in a soft tone

His shoulders tensed as he placed a face with the voice and the reaction did nothing more than make me nervous. Maybe Marbella was wrong and this was a mistake. What if he didn't want to see me or even want me right now? Doubt filled my head as I waited anxiously for him to speak, any words would have been enough but the silence dragged on longer than I would have preferred. Pushing aside my nerves I boldly lowered myself onto the bed, leaving a small space between us that did nothing to keep the stench of alcohol from tickling my nose.

"Who told you?" he asked in a deep voice

"Marbella." I answered right away

Turning in his direction I found a vague view of him as the sole light in the room provided enough light that I could make out some of his features. His strong jaw was dusted with a dark after shadow, his hair was disheveled but not in its usual manner that gave him a sexy bad boy look but in a way that made him look like a college drop out who has been crashing on his buddy's couch all week.

"What are you doing here?" I asked gently

He snorted in response "This is my home."

"I meant what are you doing drinking."

He rolled his shoulders lazily, I had to refrain from rolling my eyes at his childish response. He was acting like a fifteen year old boy who was being scolded by his parents. I inhaled a deep breath and released it only to find Wes lifting the bottle to his lips again. I knew this was going to be a challenge considering I've never done this before but I didn't think I'd have to wrestle the bottle out of his hands.

"Please put that down." I said, placing my hand on his wrist I lowered his hand

Although he didn't fight me I could tell by his low groan that he didn't want to. Taking the bottle out of his hand I placed it down on the nightstand beside the only source of light in the room. Wes sighed loudly and shifted on the bed so he was now on his back.

"Drinking isn't going to help you Wes."

"It's more of a distraction." he muttered as he closed his eyes

"Either way it won't help you through this and it only worries your sisters."

"I told them I'm fine."

"You aren't fine." I argued, tucking my leg under me I shifted so my body was facing him "Don't you realize this is difficult for them too? A loss like this is never easy but having to watch another family member self destruct before your eyes doesn't help either."

"I'm in my room." he replied dryly

"Are you serious right now?" I hissed in disbelief

When he didn't respond I slapped his chest in both frustration and disappointment. The Wes I know would never want to hurt his sisters like this, he wouldn't stand by and allow his actions to make them suffer. His head lifted off the crumbled sheets beneath him, the soft tint of the lamp allowed me a glimpse of the anger burning in his eyes as he sat up.

"You aren't the only one who lost him, he's their dad too." I pointed out

"You don't know what you are talking about." he growled darkly

Standing up to his full height he wobbled slightly but used the bedpost to balance himself . Balling my fists I knew this was his way of dealing with his pain but I couldn't help but jump to my feet "I know drinking yourself drunk every night isn't the answer and I know for sure that this pity act sure the hell isn't helping. So for the sake of your family and your own well being please stop this." I gestured to the dark room

He shook his head "You don't understand."

"Then make me." I shot back, reaching for his hand I was surprised when he pulled his out of reach

"How are you even here talking to me right now when we haven't spoken a word to each other in ten days?" he growled as he took a step forward, anger coming off of him in waves "What does it matter to you if I drink myself to death?"

"Don't you dare say that." I seethed and pointed an accusing finger at him "You know damn well that I care about you Wes and I won't let you do this to yourself."

Sighing I took a step back and dropped my head into my hands wondering how the conversation spiraled out of control so quickly, it seems to happen a lot when I'm around Wes. One minute I want to kiss him the next I want to wring his neck. Shaking away the last embers of frustration I had to remind myself that this situation must have really hit Wes hard if he's drinking and that meant I had to be more patient. With that in mind I lifted my head out of my hands and took a step forward so I could see him more clearly.

"Talk to me." I pleaded

His shoulders slumped as if I asked him to cut off his right leg. Without a word he sat down causing the bed to groan with his body weight. Taking the seat beside him I wrung my fingers together to prevent myself from reaching for his hand again.

"At the funeral Marbella made a speech about how we lost a great father when I realized we didn't lose him that day, we lost him a long time ago."

My brows knitted together but I didn't speak my confusion out loud but rather nodded signaling for him to continue. He clenched and unclenched his fists at his sides as he searched for the right words to explain how he felt.

He tilted his head downwards "For the past ten years he hasn't been our dad, he's been a shadow of him and it hit me then that we weren't mourning the dad we grew up with but the one who barely remembered who we were sometimes. That isn't the man I grew up with. The man I grew up with died the day my mom did and sitting at church watching people say goodbye to the shell of my dad angered me."

"He was still your dad."

"Except he wasn't." he snapped unexpectedly "I know it makes me a bad person for thinking it but it's true and looking at my sisters crying made me feel like a bigger asshole and I knew I couldn't ruin this for them but I couldn't pretend to mourn the broken man he became."

Scooting closer I flexed my fingers, debating on whether or not I should reach for him again. I won't lie it hurt when he pulled away before and I sure didn't want to feel that sting of rejection from Wes twice in one day and certainly not when he's tipsy.

"I don't even feel sad." he admitted out loud "I know I should be but when I think of the hell I've lived in for the last decade I can't feel anything but relief that it's over and that's wrong."

Tucking my legs under me I cupped his face in my hands, forgetting about my fear of him pushing me away again when his glassy soft gray eyes met mine for the first time in nearly two weeks. The depth of pain filling those stormy orbs contradicted his statement, he might not feel the overwhelming sadness that comes with losing his dad but there was something beneath the shell he has been hiding behind and I could see it. Impulsively I leaned towards him and brushed my lips across both his cheeks.

"It's okay to feel that way baby." I assured him and pecked his forehead

"It's not." he said with a shake of his head

Kissing the tip of his nose I felt my heart tear in two for Wes "After everything you've gone through it is Wes, it's okay to feel relieved."

Tilting his head upwards I felt my heart sink into my lungs as I caught a glimpse of a tear rolling down his bronze cheek shimmering against the light "I did love him and I tried to make it up..." he said softly "I tried to fix things." he added in a low voice that was barely audible

Giving into my own selfish urges I slid my arms down his neck and wrapped them around his shoulders and closed the gap between us. Settling his head against my chest I placed a chaste kiss on top of his head "I know baby and I bet he does too."

To my relief he didn't pull away but rather relaxed against me as his strong arms came around my waist, pressing me against his body. The immediate warmth that spread through my chest was like a burst of joy I couldn't explain, finally being able to feel him again was one of the most wonderful feelings I've ever felt. Desperate to hold in to this feeling I squeezed my eyes and allowed the small, details to really sink in to my memory. The musky scent of man, the feeling of security I felt wrapped in the cocoon that was his arms, the scratchy feel of his after shadow brushing the soft skin above my breasts so close to my rapidly pounding heart, even the smell of alcohol. All of it was stamped in my mind for a time when I wouldn't be able to hold him like this again.

My fingers tightened in his feather like hair at the thought of losing this, losing him.

"I should get you some coffee." I said as I reluctantly pulled away

Blinking confusingly at me he slowly dropped his arms from my waist leaving my body oddly cold as he took his body heat with him. Straightening my black v neck blouse I felt the air in the room grow hot as I snuck a glance through my lashes and caught Wes's heated gaze on me, his mouth slightly parted. The familiar stir in my lower belly didn't go unnoticed nor did the way my nìpples perked in response to the lustful look on his face.

"Khloe."

I nearly groaned in sexual frustration as the my name left his lips in a deep rumble that had moisture forming between my legs "I'll get you that coffee now." I mumbled and turned to get out of this room before we end up in a tangled mess of limps

Inwardly groaning at the image I unintentionally painted I rose to my feet when his large hand caught mine. Surprised by the contact I turned to speak when he gave a gentle tug that caused me to fall clumsily back onto the bed beside him.

"Wes-"

His strong hand cradling my cheek silenced me but if that hadn't the gleam in his once dull eyes would have. I wasn't too sure when he came so close, his thigh brushed mine as he leaned his upper body further so our faces were inches apart "Don't leave. I've spent ten miserable days wishing you were here and now that you are I can't stand to watch you leave." he explained in a hush whisper

The rush of guilt I felt as he said that was enough to make me realize I should have swallowed my damn pride and pushed my fears aside to first night I stood by my door waiting for him. Hearing his confession caused something inside of me to perk in excitement. Despite the tears stinging my eyes I felt the corners of my mouth curve into a smile.

"I'm just going to get you some coffee to sober you up."

"No." He leaned forward so our foreheads touched, tilting his head upwards he kissed the tip of my nose "After you're sure I'm fine you are going to leave again and I need you right now Khloe. I need you to stay."

Pressing my trembling lips together I felt for the umpteenth time today my heart break in pieces for Wes as I cursed myself for being selfish enough to have asked for time in the first place. Yes I still have avoided encountering just how deep my feelings are for him during these past few days mainly because I've been watching his door through my peep hole hoping to catch a glimpse of him even once. To sum it up I've been miserable without him and the religion does nothing but confuse me further as I unknowingly inch deeper into the mess that is my feelings. Truth was I needed Wes too. I needed him to hold me and make me forget the bitter reality waiting outside of this room. I need to hear his voice, his laughter. Yearn his touch and crave to see his twin stormy orbs that glimmer with mirth.

The soft brush of his lips across mine pulled me from my thoughts and I found myself staring into the depths of the very same orbs that unintentionally pulled me in like a siren's song.

"Stay with me."

I felt my defenses and crumble to a dust as the soft pleading tone of his voice reached my ears and without hesitation I nodded "Okay."

The smile that spread on his face filled me with more sorrow as I realized how much he really did want this. His free hand rested on my hip, caressing the area as he leaned in to kiss me. It was meant as a soft kiss I'm sure because of the tenderness he applied when he first leaned in but something in me snapped as I felt his soft lips on mine. Something that has been starved for this awoke.

All reasons against this was pushed to the back burner as I threw my arms around his neck with wild abandonment. Putting more force behind the kiss I nearly squealed with excitement as I leaned towards him causing our bodies to mesh together. The toned ridges of his body felt so familiar as it fit snugly against my curves like a missing jigsaw puzzle.

"I didn't mean this." he mumbled against my lips

Lust pumped alongside my blood as the emotions within me pulled for the first time in one direction, to Wes. Happy to oblige I skittered my hands down his strong back, enjoying the journey down to the hem of his shirt.

"I've missed you so much, Wes." I groaned as I pulled his shirt over his torso

I wasn't sure what his response was due to the fact that I yanked the shirt above his head and tossed it behind me, where it landed was the least of my concern. Rising to my knees I kissed the side of his jaw and started to nibble down his neck, licking the skin before placing my eager mouth on it. Wes made no move to stop me as he leaned back on his elbows allowing me the pleasure of indulging on his body.

Like a hungry lioness I pounced on him and nibbled on the inked skin where his tattoo was, I swirled my tongue over the foreign words recalling the meaning as I placed an open mouthed kiss over it. His throaty moan sent an electric buzz to run down my body and straight to my already humming core. I've missed the sexy sounds he made when he was turned on.

"Mí dio..." he hissed as I reached his navel

Slapping his hands aside I grabbed the front of his pants and practically ripped the zipper down like a sex starved virgin. Dropping my head I sucked on the skin above his boxers, enjoying the guttural sounds rumbling from him as I swiped my tongue teasingly over the quickly rising bulge in his boxers. My lower regions throbbed as I lifted my head and spotted the monster of a cöck saluting from beneath the boxers. This time I groaned as I wrapped my fingers around his length, sitting up I pumped my hand down to the base and met his smoldering gaze.

"No foreplay." I warned and reluctantly removed my hold on his manhood

Fumbling to lift my skirt above my hips I didn't expect or see the strong arm that snaked around my waist until I found myself on my back.

"I want to do this differently." he explained

Wrapping my thighs around his waist I lifted my hips so they brushed his growing length "As long as I feel you inside of me I don't care if you want to do this on the roof top."

Something in my chest fluttered as his deep laughter filled the room, the effect it had on my senses blindsided me to a point where I had to take a moment to reel in my emotions. It's felt like forever since I've heard him laugh. Wes slid his hands beneath my butt and gave a teasing squeeze as he rolled my skirt above my hips and over my head. Thankfully he managed to wrestle it over my head so I wouldn't have to leave my current position which I wouldn't mind staying in for a long while.

He kissed my hip bone as his warm hands sprawled over my flat torso "I want to kiss every inch of you." he moaned as his fingers found the buttons of my blouse

"Be my guest."

I was rewarded with a knee buckling grin that had my blood simmering to an all time high. Anxiously I watched through hazy eyes as his fingers glided over the last button, rather than rip the blouse off like I so desperately wanted him to do he slid it off my shoulders and kissed the soft skin of my shoulders softly. Arching my back to assist him with peeling the thin material off I whimpered as his steel like rod pressed further against my heated core. Wes leaned forward so his arms rested at my sides, his lips brushed the side of my neck in a hot, open mouthed kiss.

The trail do scorching kisses stopped between my breasts as I squirmed beneath him, begging for more from him. Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip I felt like a ice cream laying in front of the hot summer sun as he unclipped my bra. His large warm hand cupped one heavy breast, his thumb brushed the dusty tip. My hips rose off the mattress as a soft moan pulled from my lips, I didn't realize just how sensitive my body was till his wet mouth brushed the milky skin above the pebbled nub. Every nerve in my body screamed in agonizing pleasure for this to end soon, yearning for the next stage when he did what no other man could do to me.

"Wes." I sighed

"I know kitty kat." he replied

Running his hands down the side of my body he slipped his fingers under my panties and teasingly nudged the silky fabric down my thighs. Gritting my teeth I slipped my thumbs beneath his boxers and with unladylike manners yanked them down his toned thighs. It amazed me and frustrated me to see him peeling my clothes off like I was a ticking bomb when I am ripping them off of him like a wild animal in heat. Being without him this past week and a half has been torture for me both physically and emotionally, dudnt he feel the same way?

"I love how eager you always are." he chuckled and kissed my lips

Hearing the four letter word I didn't expect my heart to do summersaults in my chest. A week ago I would have stuck my fingers in my ears and turned the other way humming to block out that word, what changed? Maybe the fact that he has his cöck pressed against the inside of your thigh, a voice sneered.

"Khloe." he ran the tips of his fingers down the smooth flesh of the inside of my thigh "I want you to know you mean more to me than just sex kitty and I want you to understand just how much you mean to me."

His large bronze hands nudged my hips further apart so I was open completely to him, despite the red stain of my cheeks I didn't attempt to close my legs. A part of me wanted this, whatever it was that he wanted to show me. Sliding my hands over his toned chest I felt a shiver run down my spine as I latched on to his shoulders, causing his cöck to glide closer to my weeping entrance.

Giddier than a teenage boy on prom night I stood still as I felt him shift his hips so his member lined up directly at my entrance. He leant forward causing the tip to slip between the slippery folds stealing a gasp from my lips. My walls tightened in excitement as he slowly pushed the rest of him in inch by excruciating inch until he was in to the hilt. Gently he leant forward causing me to lay flat on my back with his body hovering over mine.

He pulled his hips back and started the slow dance as old as time it's self.

The fire in my lower belly intensified as his long strokes continued to tease my throbbing cùnt, adding onto my arousal. It was like dousing flames with gasoline. Lifting my hips off the mattress I met his powerful stroke only to half one of his long, strong arms fall across my hips forcing them back down.

Brushing his lips over the column of my throat he pushed his throbbing cöck deep into my wet folds causing my eyes to roll to the back of my head "This isn't going to be wild sex kitty kat, I want to make love to you." he whispered huskily

Opening my mouth to respond I felt all knowledge of speech swiftly fly out of my head as he pulled out leaving only his tip inside of me. Whimpering softly I gave a small nod as he kissed down my neck, suckling the heated skin as he swerved the tip of his cöck inside of me. My whole world trembled as the sensations he caused my body hit me full force, the ache in my womanhood, the quaking of my knees, the ache in my chest.

Bracing his free hand beside my head he began to move again, in and out with slow precision that could make even as statue scream in anguish. Biting my bottom lip I fought back the moans bubbling on my tongue as he swiped his wet tongue across my throat, how much torture could a girl take before breaking?

"Wes..." I moaned forgetting what I planned to say when he started to sped up only slightly

Placing a kiss on both heavy mounds he shifted his head and greedily sucked in a hard tip into his mouth. I squirmed as his hot, velvety tongue swirled around the swollen nìpple as he sucked causing my eyes to snap open as the sensations hit my sensitive body. I felt heavy with arousal, like I could explode at any given moment and Wes remained with those same slow strokes that left my dripping püssy aching for more.

I ached for him to forget this romantic crap and just pound into me and give my body what only he could, what it craved only from him. But as I went to speak the words I was struck speechless yet again as he removed his mouth from my nub and kissed a fiery trail up to my mouth. He swiped his tongue across my bottom lip before slipping it between my lips. Without resistance I opened for him immediately which he didn't seem to mind as he plunged his tongue in and just like he was doing with his dîck he teased me with slow strokes. I moaned in pleasure and frustration and buckled my hips hoping to speed the rhythm just slightly in which he bit my bottom lip softly.

"You naughty girl." he chuckled against my lips

The thickness of arousal in his voice was the first indicator that he was just in fact as turned on as me, well except for the steel rod moving between my legs that is.

Ripping my mouth away from his I couldn't help but allow the words tumble from my lips "Fück me."

The soft glow of the lamp light caused his bronze skin to have an extra gleam to it and allowed me a glimpse of his heart shattering crooked smirk "Ti amo con tutto il cuore."

My heart leapt in my chest as the words I feared most caused my walls to squeeze his throbbing cöck and successfully tearing a guttural grain from Wes. My fingers bit into the skin if his shoulders, dragging my nails down his shoulders as he slammed his hips with a bit more force than before but to my sensitive body it felt like he was pounding into my trembling walls.

The muscles of my lower belly clenched as the wave sensation came closer and closer, threatening to pull me under the wild currents and I was a willing victim.

"Ti amo con tutto il cuore." he whispered against the shell of my ear and jerked his hips up for the final thrust that allowed the dam to burst forth in full force

With a gasp I held onto him for dear life as my body shattered into pieces as the avalanche of pleasure collapsed around me, crumbling all reasons against this, blinding me to the man who stiffened on top of me as he found his own sweet release or the hot semen filling my convulsing walls. Deafening me to his sweet whispers and foreign words that would for sure melt my insides had they not been on fire now. This wasn't the usual orgasm Wes gave me, no this was the super deluxe version that had me clenching my thighs and swerving my hips to make it last a little longer.

Sweat dripped between our bodies as our labored breaths filled the quiet semi lit room and I was withering beneath his larger body as the last of the tingles began to dwindle away like a fire in the December wind.

Wes rolled over keeping his arm wrapped around my torso so I followed as he rolled on to his back "If that doesn't convince you of my love kitty kat I didn't know what will." he sighed

Lifting my head from his sweat slicked chest I felt fear settle in my chest as I saw the truth shining in his slightly hazy grey eyes. It was at that moment that it hit me, his feelings were real. His claim that he loves is true and there it was shimmering in his quickly drooping eyes. I didn't know how to feel at that moment as I processed the facts. All this time I've doubted this working because it might not be love but lust yet there is the proof that I am indeed wrong.

Releasing a long breath Wes grabbed my hand and placed it on his heart, over the tattoo of the words he repeated for the third time "Ti amo con tutto il cuore."

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Hello readers! I want to tell you all I'm sorry for the delays with these last few chapters and that in a few more this story will come to an end. It had to some time guys. Any way I just want to thank you all for sticking around for the updates and being patient:)