Filed to story: The Alpha’s Pen Pal Book
“No, it’s not. I should have realized—but I didn’t. I didn’t understand…” He sighed and shook his head. “We should have realized you were more to him than just a friend when you were younger. We should have tried harder to bring you here after they took you away from Jack and Shirley. I realize that now. That I was wrong. And I’m sorry.”
“You did what you could,” I said. “And you did so much more for me after, even when you didn’t know if you’d ever see me again. That means more to me than you can ever know. Plus, we found each other. Everything worked out.” I looked up at Wesley, and he gave me a small smile.
“But you could have grown up together, and I stole that away from you. From both of you,” Harrison continued. “I can’t give that time back to you. And for that, I am truly sorry.”
I pictured it then. Growing up in Crescent Lake, spending my days on the shore near the water, having Wesley and his friends around all the time to protect me and be my friends too. I wondered if we would have stayed friends the whole time or if our friendship would have turned into something more as we grew.
Wesley’s face dipped down so his mouth pressed against my shoulder, and the bittersweet sadness I felt through the bond told me he was thinking something similar, thinking of all we could have had together. His deep inhale told me he was using my scent to calm himself, as he’d explained earlier. I wanted to melt into him, to turn around and finish what we’d started before his dad arrived, but our conversation with him was not yet over.
I had to giggle to myself as I watched Harrison sitting there, his face serious and his gaze unwavering as he waited for me to say something. His brows furrowed together in a way I’d seen so many times on Wesley’s face, and I laughed even harder.
“I’m sorry,” I said through my laughter. “I was just remembering Wesley’s second letter to me when he wrote his apology to me for his first letter. And now, imagining him sitting and waiting for my reply, looking exactly like you did just now,” I told him.
Wesley froze, and his arms tensed around me. Harrison’s brow shot up as his eyes moved from my face to the top of Wesley’s head over my shoulder.
“His apology for his first letter?” Harrison asked evenly.
Wesley let out a sigh as I answered. “Yeah, you know, the one that said ‘I’ll be honest, I am only writing this letter because my teacher said we have to. She said if we don’t, we’ll get an F, and I am not about to fail an assignment and ruin my track record of perfect grades. Plus, my dad would probably ground me or something.'”
“You memorized it?” Wesley groaned, turning his face to look at me.
“Did he really say that?” Harrison asked, clasping his hands together on the countertop.
I looked between the two of them, at Wesley’s grimace and Harrison’s look, which was a mix of amusement, interest, and censure, and realized something. “You didn’t know about the first letter?” I directed to Harrison, and he shook his head.
“Twinkle Toes…” Wesley warned as I looked at him again.
His eyes flickered with a little sparkle as he waited for me to finish telling his dad about his first letter since he knew no amount of him growling or scolding me would stop me. I raised my brows at him, and he just shook his head and stood up, leaning back against the sink with his arms crossed and his eyes up at the ceiling as I finished my story.
“Well, he then proceeded to say ‘You’re probably a really nice person, and I’m sure that you, just like me, have plenty of friends at your school and don’t need a friend who lives hundreds of miles away in a different state.’ And he signed the letter with ‘Thanks for letting me write you this letter so I can get an A. Sincerely, Wesley Stone.
‘”
“He said all that?”
“Yep,” I replied, putting my hands on my hips and nodding.
“And what did you say back?”
“I told him it was okay because I was an orphan and used to no one wanting me, and I hoped he got his A.” I glanced over at Wesley, and he had his head in his hands with his shoulders shaking.
“Well, you certainly have your hands full, don’t you?” Harrison said to Wesley.
“You have no idea,” Wesley’s muffled, laughing voice replied.
He peeked at me over his fingertips, and I smiled at him. “Sorry, Pal.”
“No, you’re not.” Harrison chuckled. “Wesley, you’ll be doing laps today. Until I tell you to stop.”
“What?!” Wesley exclaimed, snapping his head in his dad’s direction. “Why?!”
“For being so harsh to this lovely young lady who ended up being your mate,” he replied.
“Dad! I didn’t know she was an orphan or that she’d end up being my mate! And I apologized!”
“Well, that may be true, but you also lied to me. For twelve years. If you had been honest with me, it would only be twenty laps. But I have to add interest and all that, so you’ll be running probably most of the day,” Harrison said with a little twinkle in his eye and a wink at me. “Frederick is leaving this afternoon. Wesley can bring you to the packhouse before he starts his laps. I’ll make sure Nolan is there,” he added to Wes. “See you later!”
He laughed again and shook his head, then walked out of the house, leaving Wes and me alone. Wes lowered his hands to grip the counter behind him, staring me down with a look that sent a shiver down my spine.
He pushed off the counter and stalked towards me, walking me backwards until I was against the wall. His hands landed on either side of my face, his arms caging me in, his face stopping only centimeters from mine.
“You are something else, you know that?” He smirked. “What am I going to do with you?”
I swallowed and opened my mouth to speak, but his hand cupped my breast, and a moan came out of my lips instead of words. My body arched up into his, seeking more of his touch. His hand squeezed, his fingers moving towards the peak of my breast, which he gave a small pinch as he reached it.
Just like every time he touched me, my body was more than willing to become pliant in his arms, more than willing to accept any pleasure he was willing to give me. I was so focused on his hand on my breast I didn’t notice his other hand moving to the waistband of my pants.
He slid it inside, moving it down to cup my core, one digit slipping inside my entrance and gliding through my arousal.
Another moan escaped me, my chest heaving with my inhales and exhales and my hands clutching his shoulders to keep my body upright. His hands stilled, and I rolled my hips, seeking some form of movement or friction from him, and he chuckled, then removed his hands and stepped away from me.
“We’ll finish this later, Sugar Plum,” he said over his shoulder as he left the kitchen. “I have laps to run.”
HAVEN
Wesley and I both changed our clothes and after that, he walked with me to the packhouse, where he dropped me off with a kiss that promised more to come later.
“I love you, Sugar Plum,” he said, his hands cradling my face. “Have Nolan mindlink me if you need anything.”
“I’ll be fine, Wes.” I smiled. He kissed me one more time. “I love you too,” I said before he turned and made his way to do his laps.
The cool autumn air sent a small chill over me as the warmth of his body moved away from me. I rubbed my arms and turned around to see Nolan standing on the porch waiting for me.
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