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I could feel tears burning up, and I admitted my fears. It was only a matter of time before we would go our separate ways, and my heart would hurt again. I didn't want that. I was finally feeling normal and didn't want that to end.

My insides twisted up violently as he parked the truck. I knew what came next. He would admit how he was doing this to help my brother and that we should try to distance ourselves. He'd been trying to do it for a while now.

"April, you have no idea how much I want you. How hard it is each day to keep my hands to myself."

I looked at him, stunned. He had said those words before, but I thought he had just told them to make me feel better. He'd said things in front of the guys, and I knew it was because they were there.

"You...you don't mean that."

He reached a hand across, taking mine, and pulled it back. He placed my hand on his pants, and I could feel his cock was hard underneath his jeans. "Trust me, I mean it."

I stared at him, feeling the tears break free. He reached a hand up, wiping at my eyes. "Don't cry, April."

"I can't help it. I don't know where the fake stuff begins and where the real stuff starts. It's confusing."

He leaned forward, placing his forehead against mine. "I know, and I should have said something sooner. It wasn't fair. But god, April. You are all I have ever wanted. I have never wanted anyone else like I've wanted you."

I swallowed, feeling my throat go dry.

"When I left all those years ago, I did it for you. I did it to keep you safe and let you have a childhood, even if it was only for a few years. And since you've been here, you have taken up so much of my mind and my time. The things that I've done to keep myself together."

He wiped my eyes, looking deep into my eyes. "I've had to jerk off countless times just to spend a little time with you because I want to ravish you. I want to bury myself so deep into you there is no part of Iven being there left."

My breath got caught in my throat.

"And I hate how this all happened, but I have you now and don't want to lose you. All of this has been real for me. And when you said you regretted sex, I was trying to keep my distance because I was already hanging on by a thread."

He pulled me into his lap directly on top of his dick. "You have been the only person I have wanted like this, April. I am constantly hard for you."

He placed his hand on my hip, grinding slightly against me. The friction was enough, and my breath hitched.

He reached a hand down, curling his fingers on my clit. It pulsed, and I grabbed his shirt. "This right here is what I want. I want you panting my name, begging for me to love you."

He pulled his hand back and kissed me. I leaned into it, wanting him too badly. "Please," I whimpered.

Weslie pulled his hand back, and I rocked against him. I rode his fingers, feeling my stomach tighten up.

He kissed my collarbone, his fingers working like magic against my clit. And it hit me. The orgasm took over my body, and I moaned his name.

"This," he purred against my ear. "Is just one of the few things I have dreamed about, April. I want to fuck you in stalls and the truck. I want to lift your dress at the fire station and in the fire truck. I want to fuck you in front of Sandy and bring you home and fuck you again in the bed."

I stared at him, seeing the lust in his eyes. "And the bed...god, I want to die you down and keep you there for days. I want to have you crying my name, covering yourself all over the sheets, and then sleep in them so I smell you all night long."

Even as he said those words, I stared at the bags under his eyes. Weslie would do anything for me. And he was giving up good sleep to do so.

I cupped his face. "Can you do something for me tonight?"

He raises an eyebrow.

"Sleep in the bed. Actually, sleep. Just hold me and sleep."

He looked almost relieved by my words. "You don't want to have sex?"

I did. I wanted everything he described, but I could see he was exhausted. And he'd taken me to dinner instead of going to bed.

"I do," I said, kissing him. "But we can do that another night. You need sleep more than anything."

He held me close, pressing his forehead against my chest. "I am tired."

I ran my fingers through his hair. "I know."

We crawled out of his truck and headed to our apartment. Once inside, we made a beeline for the bedroom. Weslie stripped off his pants and shirt and climbed into the bed. I stripped down and crawled in next to him. I curled up in his arms, feeling his body press against mine.

The space was quiet, and within a few minutes, Weslie was out like a light. I ran a hand over his face, taking in his relaxed features. I knew that I loved him.

I curled close and closed my eyes.

I woke up to the sun hitting my face. I groaned and pulled a hand up, covering my eyes. I then pulled my eyes open, and I returned to myself last night. I slowly pulled my hand back, looked to my left, and found Weslie still asleep.

I stared at his face, taking in his sleeping form. He looked peaceful, and his chest rose and fell softly. I couldn't help but stare, taking him in.

I leaned closer and inhaled his scent. He smells like pine and cedar.

I wanted to stay in bed and just take it in, but I also knew I needed to get up. I needed to shower and start the day.

I glanced at the alarm clock next to the bed, taking in the time. It was just a little past seven.

I wiggled back, trying to break free from him. But as my legs slipped out and hit the floor, he yanked me back, pulling my back against his chest.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked in a sleepy voice. "Are you trying to sneak away?"

I smirked. "I was going to let you sleep. I didn't mean to sleep in. I figured I should shower, and then I could start breakfast for us."

"Or you could just stay in bed with me," he whispered, his lips pressed against my ear. It sent a shiver down my spine, and I inhaled slowly.

"We could, but I thought you were still sleeping. I hope I didn't wake you."

I could feel his lips press against my neck, his lips trailing down. "I was already awake. If you know what I mean." Weslie pulled me back, and my ass rubbed against his cock, which was hard.

My eyes widened. "Oh...I...I didn't realize you were awake."

He chuckled against my skin as his hand trailed over my hip towards my stomach. "Shall we continue where we were last night?"

I slowly turned and looked at him. I nodded my head. "Very much so."

He pulled me tightly against his chest, my breast tightly pulled in. He pressed his forehead against mine as he tugged my leg up and over his leg. I felt myself spread open as he trailed another hand over my stomach, going down.

My breath hitched, and he stared at me. "I want to see every reaction that comes. I want to see what part of your body really turns you on."

He tugged at my belly button piercing and twirled it in between his fingers.

He threw the blankets off us and flipped us. He kneeled between my legs and brought his lips down to mine. They were soft as they brushed mine, his tongue sliding over mine softly.

It was gentle and different from when we slept together before. Before, it was quick, and we were both racing to have an orgasm. We both wanted each other so badly that we didn't even try to enjoy it deeply.

His lips trailed down my neck and across my breast. I watched as he pulled his hands up, cupping my breast. He softly tugged on my nipples, and I moaned softly.

I watched Weslie's eyes light up, and a smirk pulled at his lips. "So, you enjoy having things tugged."

I raised an eyebrow at him. "No, I don't."

He snorted. "You enjoy having your piercing tugged and your nipples. Should I give your hair a tug and see if you moan like that?"

I felt embarrassed, and he leaned closer, pressing a kiss on my lips. "I enjoy hearing it."

His lips continued down, going over my stomach and my piercing. His hand trailed down, and his thumb slid over my clit.

I bit hard onto my lip to contain the moan, and he slid two fingers inside me. My moan slipped free, and it echoed around us.

"You are beautiful."

I felt hot all over and gripped the sheets tightly. I felt that build-up grow and panted, trying to catch my breath.

Weslie stroked his hand over his cock, and I stared at how hard he was. He pressed the tip into my entrance and slowly slid in. He filled me, and it felt good.

He pulled me up, hoisting me onto his lap, and he slid even deeper into me. "Rock your hips," he said, placing his hands on my hips.

I slowly rocked my hips back and forth, and he hit me exactly where I wanted it. I moaned, feeling that tight coil up in the pit of my stomach. His thumb continued to rub over my clit, and the rocking of my hips was perfect.

I came hard, and I felt Weslie pulse inside me. We both lay there for a moment, clinging onto each other.

I ran my fingers over his back, taking in his muscles and how they felt under my hands.

"You have soft skin," I said as I leaned back slightly.

"You do as well," he chuckled, his hands reaching up, cupping my face. "And you are stunning."

I blushed as he leaned forward and kissed me once more. "Do you still need to shower?"

I nodded.

He raised an eyebrow at me. "Want me to join you?"

I nodded as he pulled me closer, hoisting me out of the bed, and took us to the bathroom.