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Becoming Mrs. Lockwood Chapter Nine
OUR NAMEI AWOKE TO SOFT CARESSES on my arm, fingers dancing up and down my skin. A warm chest, a beating heart, and humming. I groaned, not wanting to open my eyes, and burrowed further into what I knew was Weston’s chest. He chuckled, his chest bouncing beneath my head, his hand never stopping his soothing caress.“Too early,” I said as I nuzzled against his skin.“Good morning to you, too.”I pulled back, tilting my head up, and Weston did the same, his eyes dancing with amusement.“Morning.”“How did you sleep?” he asked, his hand moving to brush the hair from my face.“Extremely well. You?”“Ditto.”I burrowed back down, loving his spicy scent that filled my senses. My eyes drifted closed again as I lay in his warmth when he sighed.“I don’t want to get out of bed. It feels so good here with you.” His arm wrapped tight around me, pulling me as close to him as he could.“But?”“But, I need to get the day going. You stay and sleep for a while longer. I’m going to
Becoming Mrs. Lockwood Chapter Ten
OUR FAMILYWESTON HAD SOME WORK HE needed to do, so I decided to explore some more of our beautiful home. I wandered outside, an area I hadn’t gotten to yet. I’d only admired it from the inside. There was a shaded deck area overlooking the pool with lounge chairs, ceiling fans, and slate flooring. Between the fabrics and the lights, it was sheer elegance.Sitting down on one of the two-person loungers, I looked over the beautiful grounds. It was paradise, pure and simple. I could see myself spending many hours out here reading, or swimming in the pool. Sophie said she set me up with about ten swimsuits, but I never did get to see one. Maybe in the morning I could take a swim.While dreaming, my phone rang from the pocket of my jeans. Pulling it out, I saw “Mom” flashing on the screen.“Hi, Mom,” I said after hitting accept.“Wren! Oh, honey, I miss you so much! How is California? How’s Weston?”After seeing the movie posters, I was certain my mother knew who Weston was wh
Becoming Mrs. Lockwood Chapter Eleven
OUR DESIREIT WAS SO WARM AND comfy all snuggled down in my bed the next morning that I didn’t want to wake up. I was dreaming of Weston: his warmth, his scent, his touch, his body. And I didn’t want to leave it. I wanted to indulge in every heavenly ounce of it. The comfort of his body pressed against mine was all I needed.It was when I felt the hairs tickle the back of my neck that I realized the warmth wasn’t solely from my covers. As I surfaced into consciousness, I felt the weight of Weston’s arms across my waist, legs tangled in mine, the warmth of his body pressed behind me, and his breath as it swept across my neck. Turning to look back at him, he groaned, his grip tightening on my waist, his face nuzzling into my neck.The feeling that coursed through me from such a small, simple action was indescribable. Warmth, need, want ... love.I tried to turn around again, and a frown formed on his face. He reminded me of a little kid who didn’t want to wake up.
Becoming Mrs. Lockwood Chapter Twelve
OUR FIRST ARGUMENTIT WAS AMAZING THAT WESTON wasn’t more injured than he was after his tumble from the treadmill. I helped to patch up a burn from the belt on his arm, along with a bleeding gash on his knee, but could do nothing for the bump on his head except kiss it. He said it made it better, but I think he was just placating me. It was sweet nonetheless.I kissed his boo-boos one last time before we curled up in bed together that night. Our first night with my belongings combined with his; my clothes in his closet, toothbrush touching his, the other vanity no longer empty. I fell asleep easily wrapped in his arms, fingers caressing me into dreamland.All too soon the alarm was blaring and his body left mine. Weston had unfortunately left for work early with the promise of returning in the early afternoon.“I’m sorry I keep leaving you alone all day,” he’d said with a heavy breath, looking into the mirror as he looped his tie around his neck.“This wasn’t planned, and
Becoming Mrs. Lockwood Chapter Thirteen
OUR FULL GARAGEFRIDAY.The end of the work and school week.The marking of my first full week of knowing Weston Lockwood, and the last day I would be stuck at home while he was away at work. The good news was, during all my free time, I got to spend hours playing the piano, which was something I’d always loved doing. The bad news was, my hands ached. Muscle memory served me well, but I’d obviously lost some dexterity and stamina.With a piano in the house, it wouldn’t be long before I was back up to where I was.Amy, one of Weston’s assistants, showed up at the house mid-morning with bags in her hands.“Good morning,” I said, trying to be friendly. So far, the only interaction I’d had with her was when she held our place at the DMV.She smiled at me, a genuine one that made it to her pretty blue eyes. “Good morning, Mrs. Lockwood.”“You don’t have to call me that. Just Wren.”“Oh, I know,” she said with a grin and a giggle. “It’s just fun to call you that.”She made
Becoming Mrs. Lockwood Chapter Fourteen
MY FIRST DAYIT WAS MY FIRST DAY at my new school, Olympus Academy.Thankfully, my cramps had calmed down and I was more uncomfortable than in pain. I was a bit worried about wearing a skirt, especially since it was not really my kind of normal dress code. As I pulled into the parking lot, I wondered if my car would stand out, but when I found an empty spot between a Bentley and a Mercedes, I knew I’d blend right in. I was also armed with four hundred dollars in cash and Weston’s Black American Express card until mine came in.In cash alone I was carrying more than I made on a paycheck.Yeah, at least parts of me were going to blend in, but I wasn’t so sure about the rest of me. The me parts, and not the props.My eyes scanned the courtyard, and a tiny bit of dread fell over me. If I thought I felt out of place at my old school, it could never compare to the barrage of L.A. girls done up to look like movie stars and the boys who were ripped and ready for the next action mo
Becoming Mrs. Lockwood Chapter Fifteen
OUR BINDING REUNIONOVER THE NEXT FEW DAYS I hardly saw Weston. It was just me and a big, empty house. At least the piano was there to keep me company. And an entire library’s catalog of movies to watch. Then there was the homework, which I was struggling a bit to catch up on.Weston wasn’t kidding when he said he’d be working a lot. A few text messages passed throughout the day, but otherwise it was mostly silence. He would hug and kiss me goodbye in the morning, but had only been home in time for a late dinner one night. When he did come home, he encased my body with his, and I felt whole. By the time he left on Friday morning, I could see the exhaustion etched into his features, leaving with a promise to be home for dinner and the hopes for earlier than that.I spent the morning before school playing with my new phone. Weston had gotten me an iPhone, which Julia then uploaded Weston’s schedule into. Being the smart woman that she was, she knew it would make our lives easi
Becoming Mrs. Lockwood Chapter Sixteen
MY CONFIDANTI AWOKE THE NEXT MORNING to soft caresses as Weston’s fingers gently traced up and down my spine. The previous night came flooding back when I tried to scoot closer and received a small twinge in my abdomen.Jesus, his large cock could pound hard and deep, but it seemed that sometimes there was a flip side the next morning.“How do you feel, baby girl?” his low, sleepy voice asked.My head tilted up, and I stared into his lapis blue eyes as his fingers ghosted over my cheek.“No worse for wear,” I reassured him.After Weston’s dominant display, I’d fallen asleep in his arms as he placed soft loving kisses and touches all over me. I awoke a few hours later, still in his arms; he hadn’t moved.He’d been nothing but gentle with me last night after our tryst on the kitchen table, a trait that continued into the morning. I think he was trying to make up for going overboard like he did. Assuaging his fears and insecurities helped, and calmed his obsessive need to
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