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Their Protector: An MC Outlaw Halloween Romance
 



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  He’s staring down at me, his brown eyes melting mine, and I love the way he talks to me. I’m ready to let him do a lot more than talk to me.

  Chapter 11 – Chelsea

  Wesley smiles, and asks lightheartedly, “So, are you going to give me the grand tour of your lovely lake house?”

  “It’s actually…” I begin, before stopping myself. I was going to say “my dad’s” but I don’t want to bring him up. “…a pretty humble little abode,” I finish, congratulating myself mentally on the quick save. “Just a small cabin. But yes, I’d love to show you around.”

  The outside is the nicest part, but I skip it. There are way too many people out there, and it’s too dark to see the beautiful view, anyway.

  Wesley tightens his hand around mine and I’m anxious to be alone with him. Since he’s already seen the living area and kitchen, I show him the two bathrooms and two smaller bedrooms and then we’re in the master bedroom.

  “That’s about it,” I say, rather timidly, hoping he’s not looking too closely at my dad’s embarrassing fishing plaques and mementos that decorate the room. But he’s staring straight into my eyes again, as he shuts the door behind us.

  “Chelsea Thompson,” he says, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me close. “I have wanted to do this since the first time I saw you on that football field.”

  He leans down and kisses me, causing my knees to wobble underneath me.

  In times past, with other guys, I would have felt awkward and out of place. But this feels so natural and right that I just go with it, returning Wesley’s kiss and hoping it feels as good for him as it does for me.

  His tongue explores the inside of my mouth, pushing further and deeper inside me, and causing my panties to dampen.

  “Come here,” he says, and leads me to the bed.

  I begin to pull down the covers, but he wastes no time pulling off my shirt instead.

  “I want to see you,” he says, looking down at my bra. “All of you.”

  Suddenly shy, I’m glad when he kisses me and I don’t have to say anything. He pulls me down beside him and slides his hand up my skirt. It feels so good and I know he can feel how wet I am. And yet…

  “Wesley,” I whisper, breaking free from his kiss.

  “Chelsea?” he answers, looking deep into my eyes.

  His finger rubs the outside of my panties, and as much as I want him to keep making me feel so good, I also need to tell him something. My most embarrassing secret, that only Taylor knows. She was sworn to secrecy, and everyone would laugh if they found out.

  “I… I’ve never…”

  I start to tell him, but then I put my head on his chest, unsure of how to say the words. Being close to him feels right, even though I don’t know what to say.

  In the past, I’ve just stopped seeing a guy after the second date or so, when things would start to naturally progress to this point. He’d assume I wasn’t interested, and I never have been, at least not enough to go this far. Until now.

  “You’re a virgin?” Wesley asks, leaning down closer to me, his breath light and sexy against my neck.

  I nod, not wanting to confirm it by saying the words out loud.

  I didn’t intend to make it to my sophomore year of college without ever having sex, but it just turned out this way, at first mostly due to my strict dad scaring away any potential suitors. Then it started to seem to me that no one was special enough to lose my virginity to, and I began to wonder if it would ever happen— if there would ever be anyone good enough to meet the impossibly high standard I’d somehow set for “my very first time.”

  But now tonight, with Wesley, I know things are different. I want to be with Wesley for my very first time. Maybe not all the way right now, but eventually. I’m completely sure that I want to. And I also want to not die of embarrassment for being a virgin when I know that he’s most definitely not.

  And yet, he surprises me by being completely cool with it.

  “That’s great,” he says, and begins kissing me again. “We don’t have to rush anything. Is this okay?”

  He presses firmly against my panties, and I nod while returning his kiss.

  “I just want to touch this sweet little pussy of yours,” he says, and pulls my panties to the side as I wiggle eagerly against his soft yet firm touch.

  I open my legs a bit for him and he runs his finger up and down my “pussy.” I’m not used to hearing that word, but I like how he says it. It feels exciting to be doing something so sexual, yet not actually having sex.

  “This feels so good,” I tell him, as he rubs my clit.

  Then he puts his finger inside me and I feel my juices gush out.

  “I’ve been waiting for you to do this.”

  “And I’ve been waiting to make you feel amazing,” he says, fingering me while he continues to rub my clit.

  We kiss, and he plays with me, until my breath is so fast and heavy I can barely catch it, and I’m digging my fingernails into his back.

  “Wesley, I’m going to…” I begin, and then I can’t help but moan.

  “Come,” he says, finishing my sentence for me at the same time that he finishes helping me orgasm. “Go ahead and come, Chelsea.”

  “Wesley, I’m coming,” I tell him, trying to keep my voice low as I groan into his neck.

  I completely let myself go in a way that I never have before. I lie back on the bed, trying to catch my breath, while he smiles down at me, obviously pleased with himself.

  “Now what?” I ask, as the ceiling spins above me.

  “Now we sleep together,” he says, putting his arm behind me like a pillow. “Just sleep. That’s it, for now. I’m just glad to be here with you.”

  “And I’m so glad you’re here too,” I tell him, trying not to sound overly excited.

  I close my eyes and let my head rest against his broad shoulder. My mind is spinning with a mixture of alcohol and ecstasy.

  This is the best night of my life, and I have a feeling that things with Wesley are only going to get better. I smile as I drift off into a peaceful sleep, certain that everything is going to be perfect from now on.

  And then I wake up to the sound of incessant knocking on the door.

  “Chelsea! Wake up! Wake up!”

  I bolt up, recognizing Taylor’s voice but confused as to why it sounds so urgent. Wesley is next to me, and he grabs a hold of my arm as he wakes up too, obviously as surprised and confused as I am.

  “Your dad is here!” Taylor shouts, through the locked bedroom door. “He just drove up to the house.”

  “Holy shit.”

  I look down, remembering that I still have all my clothes on and glad for that fact now that my dad is here.

  But the fact that I’m still dressed isn’t going to pacify my dad much if he finds me in bed at his lake house with his least favorite new player.

  Memories of the great night I’d shared with Wesley rush through my head, but there’s no time to dwell on them because I need to think of a way for us to get out of this predicament.

  Of course my dad has to go and throw a kink into things between Wesley and me, just when they were starting to seem perfect.

  Last night I got so caught up in the bliss of being with Wesley that I forgot we can’t really have a relationship. In my fantasy, we could really be together. But now reality is smacking me as hard in the face as Taylor is knocking on my door.

  Chapter 12 – Wesley

  Holy shit .

  I jump up, in a panic, and grab my shoes. I start frantically pulling them up, as sweat runs down my forehead.

  “If your dad finds me in bed with his daughter, I’ll probably never see the light of day ever again,” I say to Chelsea.

  It’s easy to act tough to Coach Thompson on the field, when it’s just about winning or losing a football game and I know I’m in the right. But being caught red-handed with his daughter in a very compromising position— even though we didn’t go all the way, or anything c
lose— is an entirely different matter.

  Even if I didn’t have the past that I have, and even if he hadn’t made a deal to help me out— for which his very own job could be on the line— he’d have every reason to beat me to a pulp and, worse, kick me off the team I just started to play for.

  Sleeping with his fucking daughter is enough of a reason, even without all the additional reasons.

  I know I’ve gotten very, very out of bounds. I just never thought Coach Thompson would find out so soon.

  “Go to the attic,” Chelsea says, in a take charge kind of voice that I have to admit I like. Even in this panicky situation, she finds a way to turn me on. “He’ll probably look through all the rooms of the house to see who’s here. It’s the only place that’s safe.”

  “Okay,” I say, heading for the door of the bedroom before I realize I don’t know where I’m going. “Where is it?”

  She leads me out to the hallway and points to a small door in the ceiling with a skinny rope hanging from it. I pull it down and climb up the narrow ladder towards the dark, cobwebbed space above it.

  “The light is on your right as soon as you’re up there,” Chelsea says. “I’ll come let you know when he’s gone. Good luck.”

  I reach down to give her a kiss, and she stands on tiptoe to make it possible.

  “Last night was hot,” I whisper into her ear.

  She visibly shivers, and grabs my hand.

  “Yes it was,” she agrees. “See you soon.”

  For her, I don’t even mind having to hide in the attic like a damn middle schooler caught sneaking into my girlfriend’s house. Chelsea can’t help that her dad is so strict, and it’s kind of cute, I guess. She’s never even been with a guy so his strict parenting style must have worked. And I can’t wait to be her first.

  I entertain myself with fantasies about Chelsea as I wait, hiding, in the attic. I loved rubbing her pussy last night until I made her come. I know she was turned on and wants to go further with me, and I’m willing to be patient because…

  …Because she’s fucking hot , I tell myself, not wanting to explore any possible further truths.

  I’m not really falling for her, I assure myself. She’s just like all the other chicks I’ve been with. I’ve always been able to get any fucking girl I want, and she’s no exception.

  Except she is , something deep within me says.

  It’s a voice I’m not used to hearing, and I want to shut it up. I think about taking off Chelsea’s skirt and turning her around. I convince myself I just need to take her hard and from behind, and then she won’t be such a teasing, constant presence taking up all the space in my head.

  Finally, I hear the door to the attic open and Chelsea’s voice saying, “You can come down now, Wesley.”

  She’s laughing, and as I descend the small staircase I notice that Taylor is with her, too.

  “That was a close call,” Chelsea says, “but luckily Taylor took the fall for us.”

  “You’d better be glad I was here,” Taylor says, making tsking sounds with her tongue. “Last night I made sure to make everyone leave. I had a feeling your dad was going to pull this. He’s very suspicious of you guys.”

  She shakes her head at me. I want to believe she’s trying to appear disapproving even though she’s secretly happy for Chelsea. But it’s hard for me to get a good read on Taylor.

  “The only one left was Christian,” she says.

  “Oh shit, what happened to him?” I ask, having forgotten all about my new friend.

  “I made up a story that we’d had the party because I’m interested in him, and that he was the only guy we’d invited.”

  “Did your dad actually buy that?” I ask Chelsea, dubious.

  She shrugs and laughs. “My dad is willfully naïve. He believes what he wants to believe.”

  “Was he mad at Christian?” I ask her.

  Now it’s Taylor’s turn to shrug.

  “He told me I’m being a bad influence, and he’s disappointed in me. He said Christian had better leave right away, because he had been very explicit that none of his players were supposed to be here, and he didn’t want him at his lake house. Christian took off in a hurry.”

  “But was it all a lie?” Chelsea asks, in a teasing voice. “Or did you and Christian actually…”

  “No way! No,” Taylor says quickly. “I would never. There’s just something strange about that guy.”

  She squishes up her nose in disgust, but then she goes back to laughing.

  “But that was the funny thing. That we didn’t even do anything. I just showed him around to give you two some privacy and then I ditched him for beer pong and much hotter guys. He slept in the spare bedroom! But I had to act like we were charlatans, to save Chelsea’s hide. And Coach Thompson believed it.”

  “Awww, what a good best friend,” Chelsea says, petting Taylor’s hair.

  “Do you think it’ll affect things on the field?” I ask Chelsea.

  She shrugs again.

  “He said he’ll deal with him during practice, so I guess that means it’s nothing too serious. I mean, I guess he won’t be kicked off the team or anything.”

  Taylor laughs.

  “He doesn’t care what the teammates do with me ,” she says. “He’d only freak out if his little girl was being taken advantage of.”

  “Yep, I guess that’s what I’m doing,” I say, nibbling on Chelsea’s neck. “Taking advantage of his poor, sweet, innocent little girl.”

  “She doesn’t like it at all ,” Chelsea agrees.

  “You guys are so gross ,” Taylor says. “I’m going into town to get supplies.”

  “Wait a minute,” I say, a thought suddenly striking me. “If Christian already left, how am I going to get home?”

  “Guess you’ll have to stay here with us for the rest of the weekend,” Chelsea says, with a big grin on her face.

  Taylor makes a face. “You guys are going to make me throw up. And Chelsea, that is not happening.”

  She looks at Chelsea with pleading, pouty eyes.

  “We could always invite Christian back, so you don’t have to be the third wheel,” Chelsea says, with a laugh.

  “Very funny.”

  She sighs.

  “Seriously, you guys,” Taylor continues. “I just did you both a solid, and got both Christian and me in trouble with your dad when we didn’t actually do anything wrong. I mean, sure, he’d said not to invite any players to the party, but that was hardly because of me . So don’t just get all mushy on me and make me the odd woman out. This is supposed to be my weekend to relax with my BFF. I might as well go home if it’s going to be you two making out all the time, and me loafing around on my own.”

  “That’s not how it’s going to be,” Chelsea reassures her. “Stop pouting. We’ll find a way for Wesley to get home.”

  “All right,” Taylor says, apparently satisfied that Chelsea is choosing her over me. “I’ll let you have a little more one on one time while I go get some grub. And then I’ll drive Wesley home. So then Chelsea can stay here and work on the routine for the State competition.”

  “Oh yeah,” Chelsea says. “I have to come up with a great routine that will win us the upcoming competition.”

  She looks at me.

  “That was part of this weekend’s plans… before you crashed them.”

  “So sorry,” I tell her, with a wink.

  But I’m really not, and she knows it.

  To Taylor, I say, “That’s very nice of you. I certainly don’t mean to intrude on the BFF weekend. It just so happens that my ride left without me. And thank you for taking the fall for us. We really appreciate it.”

  “Oh my god,” Taylor groans. “You’re already using ‘we-speak,’ as if you’re a couple.”

  “Whatever,” Chelsea says, but I can see that she’s trying hard not to smile. “Get out of here before you die of secondhand mushiness.”

  Once Taylor is gone, Chelsea looks at me and says,
I guess we only have an hour or so left together this weekend. What do you want to do?”

  I know what she’s expecting me to say.

  And I know how much I want to say it.

  Sex, sex, and more sex.

  But I surprise myself, and her, by suggesting something completely different.

  “Do you know how to fish?” I ask her, purposefully raising my eyebrows at her mysteriously.

  “Um, do I !” she responds, waving a hand at all the fishing décor. “I’m only the daughter of the guy who fancies himself to be almost as good of a fisherman as he is a football coach. He’s only taught me how to fish since I was— I don’t know— two or so years old.”

  “I figured,” I laugh. “And that’s what inspired my question. But I just wanted to confirm.”

  “Why?” she asks, a glint of curiosity in her eyes. “Do you not know how to fish?”

  “I’m a big city boy,” I say, with a shrug. “I’ve never really had the opportunity.”

  “Oh my god,” she practically squeals, and I have to admit it’s super cute. “I’ve got to teach you how to fish.”

  “If you insist,” I say, with a grin.

  What the hell has gotten into me? I wonder.

  The old me would have wanted nothing more than the opportunity to shack up for a quickie before being forcibly driven home by my latest flame’s cock-blocking best friend. But I’m at ease here, sincerely wanting to learn to how to fish.

  I think it’s sexy that Chelsea knows how. It sets her apart from all the other girls I’ve been with.

  And I don’t even care that she wants to spend the rest of the weekend with Taylor. I’m just grateful that I was able to spend part of it with her.

  What kind of a fucking wuss have I turned into?

  Chapter 13 – Wesley

  I help Chelsea gather some gear from the garage and then we walk over to the pier.

  “Okay, what great fishing lessons do you have to share with me?” I ask her. I look down at our small stack of supplies. “I’m not sure we’re even going to be able to catch much, when this is all we have.”

 
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