Filed to story: The Alpha’s Pen Pal Book
I nodded and glanced around the kitchen again, taking in the clean, white marble countertops and the white cabinetry, white backsplash, and white walls.
“It smells delicious,” I said, inhaling deeply.
“It’s my mom’s bolognese recipe, given to her by her mom, who got it from her mom… all the way back I don’t even know how far.” He chuckled.
“I can’t wait to try it.”
“Well, my mom’s is better. I know that for a fact. But mine comes pretty close,” he said as he pulled two plates out of the cabinets. “Did you want wine?” he asked, pausing with his hand on a glass and glancing back at me.
“Sure,” I breathed out, tearing my eyes away from his ass moving and tightening in his jeans as he reached for the dinnerware. “Just a small one, though, because I have to drive back to town tonight,” I added, testing his reaction.
He nodded and swallowed but said nothing else as he took two stemless wine glasses out and set them next to the plates. He poured us each a small glass of red wine, then turned to hand them both to me.
“Can you take these to the table, please? I’ll dish up our food and bring it over.”
I nodded and took them from him, maneuvering around his counter to his long, dark brown rectangular table in the dining area. I hesitated for a moment, then set his glass down at the head of the table, and sat down on his left, sipping my wine as I did.
I let the full-bodied flavor fill my mouth and savored it before I swallowed the sip, just as Maya had taught me.
Wes entered the room, with our plates in each of his hands, loaded up with spaghetti, red sauce, garlic bread, and salad.
“Wow!” I said as he set the plate in front of me and then took his own seat. “Seriously, this looks and smells fantastic!” I told him.
“Thank you, but please don’t sing my praises just yet.” He laughed. “You haven’t even tasted it.”
I smiled and picked up my fork, twirling the pasta around the tines and blowing on it a little before I took a bite. He watched me intently, and I didn’t miss him squirm in his chair when I blew on the pasta.
I took a slow bite and groaned out my delight at the hearty flavor of the meat sauce, pretending I didn’t see him bite his knuckles at the sound. But judging by the glare he gave me when I lowered my fork, he knew I did it on purpose.
“What? It’s superb!” I said, feigning innocence.
“Mmm hmm,” he replied, looking not at all convinced.
“Did you make the pasta too?” I asked, poking at it with my fork.
He shook his head. “That I can’t take credit for,” he admitted, taking his own bite of food. “Sebastian made the spaghetti noodles. I never got the hang of the homemade pasta like he did. I stick to the bolognese.”
“So Sebby can make lovely bouquets and cook? That’s so impressive!”
“Hmph,” he grunted, frowning and stabbing a piece of lettuce with his fork.
I held in my laugh as I placed my hand on his forearm. “You’re an excellent cook as well,” I said. “And all the flowers you gave me were beautiful.”
I leaned forward out of my chair and kissed his cheek, then went back to my meal.
He seemed appeased by my words and my actions, and the rest of the meal passed by with us eating and laughing and talking about the days we’d spent apart since the beach.
“I still can’t believe Reid didn’t know who Tchaikovsky was.” I chuckled. I had my legs crossed underneath me, my shoes discarded under the table.
Wesley nodded, laughing too, his thumb rubbing my hand he held on top of the table. “I know. Nolan is still giving him a hard time for that one.”
I laughed again, then glanced at the clock in his kitchen, surprised that it was already after 09:00 p.m.
“Here,” I said, standing and grabbing both of our dishes. “Let me clean these before I go.”
I walked into the kitchen before he could say anything to stop me and felt him follow me. I turned on the sink and got the water hot, then worked on washing the dishes.
Wesley put the leftover food away and handed me his pots and pans as he did, working in tandem with me as we cleaned his kitchen, until his part was done, and he leaned against the wall, just watching me. I saw it then—saw a glimpse of us doing this together, night after night, first alone and then with little ones running around under our feet—and I almost dropped the glass in my hand from the shock of that thought.
A life. A future. A family. It was everything I’d always wanted but was too afraid to let myself dream of after Jack had his stroke. I didn’t want it with Lennox because everything with him always felt forced.
But it was different with Wesley. With him, I knew again that was exactly what I wanted, what he would give me when I was ready.
I turned the sink off and took a deep breath, closing my eyes and squeezing my shaky hands before drying them off.
The heat of Wesley’s body radiated into my back, and his hands worked their way from my hips to my thighs as he stepped up close behind me.
He brushed my long hair over one shoulder, and his breath tickled the back of my neck as he leaned in to kiss my bare skin. My head tilted back, resting against his chest as his left hand slipped inside the slit of my dress and then up my leg towards the spot I wanted him to touch the most.
A strangled noise left his chest as his fingers found my naked pussy, and his other hand gripped hard into my thigh. His hips pressed forward, and his nose slid up my neck to my ear.
“No panties?” he groaned, and I shuddered against him.
“I must have forgotten them,” I whispered.
“Liar.” He smiled. “Beautiful little liar.”
His lips met mine in a searing kiss, but he ended it before I could lose myself in it. I whimpered as he pulled away.
“What are you trying to do to me?” he asked.
He groaned again as I rubbed my ass against his hardening dick. I’d felt how hard he’d gotten during all our teasing and playing at the beach. I knew he’d rubbed one or more out after he dropped me off at home.
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