need to kick his brother’s stupid ass. Evan had made a promise to her the year before. Now, with just a few months to go, he was springing this girlfriend on them.
Rosemary had grown still as his insinuation struck home. “Stupid, stupid, stupid . I wanted to wait for our wedding night . But now you’ve got all the free pussy you want. I hope she rips your heart to shreds.”
Right on cue, Rita had strutted back into the room. “Well, now that y’all got that little talk out of the way, Evan honey, I want to go
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dance. I want to meet all your other friends. That is, if you were ever permitted to have any.”
Evan had chuckled like he was amused by her sass and said,
“Yeah, let’s go, baby. Catch you later, Wes. Later, Rosie Posie.” Wes had felt the tremor quake through her as Evan had cruelly used their pet name for Rosemary.
Now Wes stood on the back deck with his arms around her while she cried her eyes out, her dreams shattered.
“Honey, his head is straight up his ass right now, and someday he’s really going to regret doing this. I can’t speak for him, but I love you, and this doesn’t change anything. I’m still yours. I always will be, no matter what.”
Rosemary hugged him then pressed her fingertips to her forehead.
“I know, Wes. I love you, too. I need to sit down,” she whispered as he helped her to a chair under the covered patio. “I must be in shock.
I feel light-headed.”
“I’ll get you a glass of water,” Wes offered.
“Could I get some aspirin, too? My head hurts,” she said, holding her head in her hands.
Wes retrieved what she needed, and she downed the pills with the entire glass of water. He sat down next to her and rubbed her shoulders. Rosemary sat with him in the porch swing as more tears fell. Wes’s parents had gone out earlier and were planning to stay overnight at a romantic, new bed and breakfast in Morehead. They weren’t expected home until the following night and didn’t know yet about Evan’s new girlfriend being down for a visit.
The following afternoon, Rosemary called the house and asked Wes if she could come over. Five minutes later, she was standing on his front porch. They sat down in the den and had a heart-to-heart talk. When she asked him to make love to her, right then, Wes could find no strength in his heart to turn her down. He knew it was probably not the smartest thing to do, under the circumstances, but 32
they were both hurting, and he gave in to temptation. There no longer seemed any reason to wait.
After taking Rosemary to his bedroom, Wes helped her undress and made love to her the way only a man soul-deep in love with a woman can. What he lacked in skill and experience, he tried to make up for with tenderness and utter adoration. Wes did his best to love her enough for both men.
They had the house to themselves, and Wes took his time with her.
He talked to her, whispering love words to her, stoking the fires that had been smoldering for years between them. Drawing on every bit of knowledge he’d acquired on the subject, he’d done his best to prepare her, bringing her to climax after surprising climax, before she ever even saw his cock.
When he finally took her virginity, losing his own in the process, she was so ready for him she came twice more before he finally found his own release. Wes lay there with her, holding her precious little body close, stroking her as she came down from the sensual high.
After several long minutes, he carefully withdrew and pulled a sheet over their quickly cooling, sweat-soaked bodies. When he asked if she was all right, she answered him with a kiss as she snuggled closer.
That was the moment Evan chose to barrel through his bedroom door, which Wes had unfortunately forgotten to lock. They’d barely even caught their breath, and the scent of sex was heavy in the air.
Evan stood there in silent shock for a few seconds before his dark brows drew together over his eyes.
Wes jerked the