Chapter 180: Who Are You?
(WESLEY)
Sleeping with Jericho has to be the dumbest thing that I did.
I dont know what came over me. But then, I couldn’t have put logic past my my need to be fucked. I had been dreaming of the moment forever and it finally came. Jericho was too good to resist. Given another chance, I’m certain that I wouldn’t have made a better choice.
And yet, I let him talk me into doing the same thing with him all over again. Thinking of it alone makes me want to kick my feet with excitement. I’m hoping that my emotions aren’t too obvious that he can read them through my face.
My gaze flick to Arlo who is sitting beside me. We are sitting by the pool and Arlo’s attention hasn’t left his child even for a split second. Even though I understand the reason why he is being so clingy with the child, it makes my job redundant. Plus, I’d appreciate having the baby to focus on, because otherwise, all I think of is Jericho.
I can’t force myself to stop thinking about him. The way he pleased me, the way he fucked me. It was all too amazing. Never once have I had an experience like the one I had with Jericho. It was so good that it is beginning to get worrisome. I know that we bonded emotionally as well. That was a foolish move to allow, and it was also impossible to stop. Whenever I’m with Jericho, I feel like I connect with him more than I have ever connected with any alpha. I feel like I have known him forever.
When I remember that I allowed him to knot me, I get embarrassed. I acted like an omega in heat. What even makes matters worse is that I fell asleep in his arms. But the moment felt so right. He didn’t seem worried about it and I felt so safe and comforted in his arms. I wonder if that’s what it actually feels like when an alpha likes you.
Do you feel safe and protected just because you belong to them? I’ve never experienced anything quite like what I have experienced with Jericho. All these emotions swirling through me are confusing. I’m certain that Jericho and I will never be anything serious to each other. Even so, everything already feels serious.
I wonder what possessed me to think that it would be a good idea to go to his room tonight. Sleeping with him was already bad. We got away with it the first time, and chances are that we won’t get away with it the second time. Why would we tempt fate a second time? My guess is because I can’t say no to him. When I remember how good his face felt between my ass cheeks, a shiver works through me. My desire for Jericho is like a drug. He was once inside me and now my blood won’t stop itching.