I’m half asleep and don’t want to move, but I’m cold. I wiggle closer to Wes and he lays back down, wrapping his arm around me.
“I’ll get dressed and come get him. Is that Quinn in the background I hear? Tell her we’ll be over.” He looks at me with a smile. “And that I’m considering letting Jackson take one of the kittens.”
I sit up, eyes flying open, and nod encouragingly. The only pet I had growing up was the raccoon who lived under our stoop for a few weeks. I named him Ringo—original, I know—and fed him scraps. He started waiting for me at dusk, and it still makes me sad to think back to the evening I went outside to feed him, and he never came.
“Yeah, you too,” Wes says and ends the call. He puts his phone on the nightstand and pulls me on top of him. We’re both naked, and his cock starts getting hard against my stomach.
“Again?” I ask, raising my eyebrows. “I’m gonna go back on my multiple-times thing and add in spacing it out.”
Wes laughs and kisses my neck.
“Well, maybe I can make an exception.”
“Should I be sorry?” His hands wander over my body. “You’re beautiful…and it’s been a long time since I’ve been with anyone.”
I push up so I can look him in the eyes. “You haven’t slept with anyone since your wife left?”
He shakes his head. “I’m still married…technically, I mean. But it felt wrong. Like I was cheating.”
I push his hair back. “You’re a good man, Weston Dawson. And she’s been gone for four years. It’s not cheating at this point.”
“It doesn’t feel like it. I don’t feel like I’m married,” he tells me. “But legally we still are.”
“Is she still on your insurance and everything?”
“No. I took her off the first time she left me. She did take a car that was in both our names.”
“What about the house?” I ask, not sure if I’m overstepping. He’s my boyfriend now, I suppose I should know some of this stuff.
“It’s in my name. I bought it before we were married.”
“That’s good.” I brush his hair back. “Do we have to go get Jackson?”
“Yeah, we should. It’s ten-thirty. I didn’t realize how late it was.”
“Ten-thirty is late?”
He laughs. “For me it is. We should—dammit.”
“What?”
He rolls off and grabs his phone. “I want to talk to Mr. Williams. He’s in his office sometimes on Saturday.”
“Is he the lawyer?”
“Yeah.”
“You go. I’ll get Jackson. You said Quinn was there? I wouldn’t mind hanging out with her a bit.”
Wes smiles, blue eyes sparkling. “I like that you two are friends.”
“Me too.”
It takes us a few minutes to untangle, and the moment we do, I miss him. “So…I’m guessing I shouldn’t give Quinn the gritty details of my night.”
Wes laughs. “I don’t think she’d appreciate it. And now I kinda get why Dean acts like such a baby about Quinn and Archer.” He shakes his head and gets out of bed. I admire his muscular ass for a moment before reaching over the bed for Wes’s T-shirt I’d been wearing. “But if you’re asking if I want to keep our relationship secret or anything…no.”
“What about Jackson?” I ask quietly, getting back into bed. I’m cold already. “Do we tell him?”
Wes shakes his head. “Honestly, I’m not sure how to go about that. There are guidelines and rules, but most of them have already been met since you already live here, and I know you get along.” He shakes his head.
“Do kids his age understand dating? He knows what it means to be married, well, kind of.”
“If I told him you were my girlfriend, he’d know it was important. He doesn’t really seem to get that Quinn and Archer aren’t married yet since they live together.” Wes shakes his head. “Sorry I don’t have a better answer.”
“Don’t be sorry. It makes me feel a little better for being clueless. In the movies, they always do things slow. Date for a while, make sure things are getting serious before the kid even meets whoever is dating their mom or dad. But like you said, Jackson already knows me.”
Wes pulls on boxers and I’m disappointed to see that gorgeous ass covered up. “As much as I like to have a plan and know what I’m doing, I think we should wing it.” He turns, smile on his face. “We kind of already function like a couple.”
“Yeah, we do.” I smile right back.
Wes dives back onto the bed, snaking his arms around me, tickling me and making me laugh. He presses his lips to mine. “But now I get to do this whenever I want.”28WestonScarlet and Jackson are back at the house by the time I’m done talking with Mr. Williams. I’m not officially divorced yet, but the process has started. And it feels so fucking good.