7. Weston

Rage, jealousy, and the intensity of my sexual appetite all converge when I show up at Le Bistro Romana. It”s the only restaurant within driving distance of the campus where people who have money like to spend it. Predictable.

Dicky Balls has his name for more reasons than Whitney will ever know, but I don”t want her finding that out tonight. The shock in her eyes, panic radiating from every pore, as she scans our surroundings for an exit.

”The only way out is through me, Whit.”

”What the hell do you think you”re doing here?”

”Saving you,” I tell her with a smile. ”Again.”

”This is not saving me. This is delaying the inevitable shit show this date is devolving into.”

I can”t stop myself from getting close to her. The dress looks even better on her body than it did laying on her bed. The shoes, her hair, and her natural face without any makeup. She”s fucking beautiful. I can”t let her go back out there to that dick.

Whitney tries to side-step me. I stop her with a firm hand. ”You can”t. We”re not done yet.”

”We are very done. I can”t just abandon Richard. It”s going to make me and Harland look bad. This isn”t what boyfriends do?—”

”Girlfriends don”t date other guys either. You”re lucky I let you show up to this date in the first place.”

”Lucky? Lucky you let me? Who the fuck do you think you are to let me do anything?”

She”s angry. It”s enthralling. When Whitney shoves me back, I react quicker than she anticipates, grabbing her hands. It”s a strong reminder of last night. My eyes scan her face. Eyes, lips, mouth, the way she bites her lower lip.

”Let me go, Weston,” she growls.

”No. I”ll never let you go. Fuck it. You”re mine.” My mouth slams against hers as I hold her firmly in place, backing up until she leans against the sink. Her tongue laps over mine, getting so deep into the kiss that my cock is hard in seconds.

Instincts take over. She”s mine. I need her. I need to claim Whitney. I spin her around so she can see our reflection in the mirror while I stand behind her. My foot nudges her legs apart before slipping the back of her dress over that perfect ass.

My appetite for her is ravenous as I slide her thong to the side, pull my cock out, and push deep inside of her cunt, already soaking for me. Whitney”s eyes widen from the intrusion, her screams are muffled by my hand covering her mouth.

”Fuck, look at what you do to me,” I growl against her ear. The thrusts come hard and fast. My hand moves off her mouth, but Whitney sucks on my fingers. Her whimpers of pleasure mimic the immediate orgasm racking her body. The way her leg trembles as another climax consumes her at this moment.

”Fuck me, Weston. Just fuck me,” she begs and I know this can”t last as long as I want it to. Every inch of my erection sliding in and out of her walls is coated in her pleasure. The soft ripples of her pussy feel like we”re a match made in heaven. My fingers grip her ass, spreading her cheeks, and I spit on the rim of her other hole.

My thumb circles the rim of it before dipping inside. She arches her back into it, gripping the sink as a third orgasm comes out of her.

”That”s right, Whitney. Give that to me. You”re mine,” I tell her between thrusts. My urge to conquer her, claim every inch of her because I”ve hated her for so long. It”s splitting me into pieces, the way Whitney takes over my mind, the way she pulls my body into her clutches.

”Tell me you”re mine,” I demand of her.

”I”m yours, Weston.”

Damn right. I slap her ass as I continue to drill in and out of her. Withdrawing from her gives me enough time to turn her around. Face to face, there”s so much emotion between the two of us. Anger, frustration, raw attraction, and disgust because this is who we are. This is what we bring out of each other.

My hands grip her waist. The way her dress bunches around her middle gives Whitney the perfect view of my cock driving in and out of her sweet pussy.

”Look at us together,” I tell her. ”Look.”

Her eyes gaze down. I slow my strokes down, hike her left leg over my elbow, and push in and out.

”I can”t believe I let you do this to me,” she pants. The anguish and confusion drip over her face. I need to remind her that we belong together. We”re made for each other no matter how we got to this point.

My fingers reach up, gripping her by the neck and pushing her against the mirror. ”We”re never going back to the way we were. That asshole out there will never get to touch you like this. You”re mine, Whitney. Mine.”

Every stroke brings me closer to my climax that I want to hold off on, but we can”t stay in here all night. Whitney”s walls grip and release, contract and expand, and she coaxes the cum out of me, letting me release every drop inside of her.

When I pull out, we clean up in silence. Once she puts herself back together, she gives her reflection one last look before walking out of the bathroom. There”s a level of pettiness, knowing that I fucked Richard”s date while on the date. It”s undeniable by the smug grin etching across my face, but it quickly falls when I see Whitney at her table alone.

She”s staring at the check for a table full of food, and Richard”s nowhere in sight. Whitney”s brown eyes hold back tears but shoot daggers of anger toward me. Instead of causing a scene, she opens her purse to pull out her credit card.

Fuck.

I walk over to her table, snatch the check and billfold from her, and hand it to the server. She”ll put it on my tab. Since I”m the cause of the shit show Whitney predicted, I hold my hand out to her. The reluctance in her reaction has my eyes sweeping around the dining room of the restaurant.

People avert their gaze. It”s like they all know we had sex while her date sat alone at this table. The redness spreading across Whitney”s cheeks speaks volumes. Embarrassment and rage bring her hands up to hold herself as I escort her out of the restaurant. The valet pulls my car around as we wait quietly.

Inside the front seat, she looks around, shaking her head. ”I can”t believe you did this to me.”

”I”ve done nothing but be a man of my word, Whitney. I apologize for ruining your date. But call me crazy, I think it”s important for a guy to make sure his girlfriend doesn”t date other men.”

”So fucking me in the restaurant… everyone probably heard us. You sabotaged me, and who knows what Richard”s going to think? What do you think he”s going to say? What about my dad? He set this up. He set this up for you, and you just couldn”t just let it go.”

”Don”t worry, Whitney. Your sparkling reputation will remain intact. No one saw me go into the bathroom with you and no one saw me come out of it.”

She laughs. ”Great. Now they”ll just think I”m some crazy girl who went into the bathroom, made a bunch of noises that sound like I was getting myself off. Oh, and then my date abandoned me to pay the bill. I think you”ve done enough, Weston. I”ve paid for what I”ve done to you. Let”s just stop this facade. We can go back to you hating me. I”ll fade into the background. I was much better off when everyone talked shit and ignored me.”