The Problem with Falling (Problems #3)

Chapter 33

CHAPTER 33

Theo

I stood outside of another spare room in Michael’s house, hugging the pillow and blanket he’d given me after he kicked me out of Willow’s bedroom. I stood there in front of him, almost certain I was going to piss or shit myself any second now. Maybe I was going to do both. Pishit. I was going to pishit myself.

It amazed me how much I felt like a kid who got caught looking at his parents’ porn stash or something. I wasn’t even the guilty party! Willow was! I bet she was all snuggled up and cozy right now, hugging a pillow and giggling to herself. If I didn’t love her, I’d hate the woman.

But I did love her.

Fucking hell, did I ever.

Her and her ridiculously ridiculous self.

I cleared my throat. “Listen, Mr. Kingsley, I know it l-looked bad in there with m-me, uh, um, ah—”

“With you straddling my daughter?”

“Yeah. That.” I cleared my throat again . “You see, Willow thought it would be funny to make inappropriate sounds even though I asked her not to do that, and she did that because she’s Willow and, well—”

“That’s enough talking. It’s late,” Michael stated, turning to walk away.

I felt as if I’d just swallowed a brick. “Good night, sir.”

“Don’t call me sir. Makes me feel old.”

“Okay, si— er —Mr. Kingsley. Good night, Mr. Kingsley.”

“Good night, Bradley,” he replied, making my heart sink to the pit of my stomach.

The moment I walked into the bedroom, I shut the door and pounded my head against it.

Bradley?

I was officially on Mr. Kingsley’s hatred list due to his daughter and her witty sense of humor.

Pishit.

After a night of little to no sleep, I woke up to the smell of coffee. As I pulled myself out of bed, I scratched the back of my neck and headed out of the room. I grumbled as I floated toward the smell. As I stepped into the kitchen, I saw Willow sitting on the countertop, tossing a piece of bread into her mouth and laughing loudly with a woman who looked like Willow. From what I remembered from the video call I interrupted a few months ago, that was Yara, the middle sister of the Kingsley family. She looked very much like her father.

To the right of the room was Michael and some guy who was unloading a basket with breakfast sandwiches. Then in darted a little girl, who ran straight into my leg, almost making me stumble. She ran right over toward the Willow lookalike and hid behind her leg.

“Mama, who’s that?” the little girl asked, peeking between Yara’s legs.

Everyone looked up to see me standing in the entryway.

I paused, feeling very underdressed, seeing how I was the only one still wearing pajamas. How long had I slept?

I combed my hand through my messy hair and cringed as I held my hand up. “Hey, all.”

Michael and the guy with him narrowed their eyes toward me. The guy walked over, looking grumpier than ever, and he crossed his arms over his chest. He nodded once. “You must be Bradley. I’m Alex, Yara’s husband.”

“Uh, my name’s actually Theo,” I said, feeling some kind of way that I’d been called the wrong name twice by two people in Willow’s family within twelve hours. I glanced over at the girls, and they were giggling a little as if they were in on some kind of joke.

I then looked at Michael, who had a smirk on his face, too.

Alex still had his grumpy frown on as he said, “So wait. You’re not Bradley Cooper?”

My eyes darted straight toward Willow and Yara. I pointed a stern finger. “Jerks!”

Everyone burst out laughing. Michael walked toward me and patted me on the back. “Don’t worry, Theo, we knew your name. Willow just thought it would be fun to tease you a bit.”

Freaking Willow.

Freaking beautiful, funny, silly, annoyingly perfect Willow.

“As long as you’re not a vegan, you’ll fit in perfectly,” Alex mentioned.

“He’s definitely not a vegan. He has a forty-incher,” Willow said with a beaming smile.

“And that’s why I put them in separate bedrooms,” Michael chimed in.

Yara giggled, and it sounded exactly like Willow’s laughter. “Ignore my family. It’s nice to meet you, Theo. I’m Yara, and this is my daughter, Teresa. Say hi, Teresa.”

“Hi, Teresa,” Teresa echoed her mom before darting out of the room giggling.

I grinned. She was a cute kid. “Nice to meet you all.”

Willow hopped off the countertop and poured me a cup of coffee. “Alex made us some breakfast sandwiches, and we just spoke with Nathan, Avery’s husband. She’s doing okay, and they are planning a C-section in a few hours. If you’re up for it, we can head to the hospital after you shower and are ready.”

“Sounds like a plan.” I took the mug of coffee from her and thanked her.

“All the Pierces are already at the hospital, too. Evan messaged me earlier to bring them some breakfast sandwiches. So Yara and I might head over now to drop some off for them,” Alex mentioned as he picked up a sandwich and tossed me one.

“The Pierces?”

“Nathan’s family. That’s their last name,” Willow said. “They own the farm here in Honey Creek. And the butcher shop.”

“Ah, I see. That’s funny. There was actually a baseball player named Nathan Pierce. One of my favorite players a while back. He had an accident a few years ago, though, and couldn’t keep playing.”

Willow took my mug out of my hand and sipped it. “Yeah, that’s Nathan.”

I narrowed my eyes. “What?”

“That’s Nathan. My brother-in-law.”

“I’m sorry, hold on. Your brother-in-law is Nathan Pierce? Like the Nathan Pierce?!” I exclaimed, stunned by how Willow never dropped that piece of knowledge before when she’d talked my ears off for the past few months. That woman talked about everything. Just the other day, she told me all about how octopuses have three hearts, but two of them stop beating when they swim, and then she proceeded to tell me how wombats produced cube-shaped poop, which they used to protect their territories.

Yet somehow, she’d managed to forget to tell me that her brother-in-law was Nathan fucking Pierce?! How the hell did that slip her mind?

“I thought I mentioned it,” she said.

“You most definitely didn’t mention it,” I said, my jaw on the floor. I set a hand on top of my head in disbelief. “Holy shit.”

“That was my reaction, too, when I found out,” Alex offered.

“How did you forget to tell me that?” I questioned Willow.

She shrugged. “I didn’t know you were into football.”

“Baseball,” everyone said in unison.

Willow danced on her tiptoes and grabbed a sandwich of her own. “Potato, potahto. Let’s get this show on the road and play ball!”

Willow’s family all headed off to the hospital as I showered and changed into regular clothing. While I stood in the shower, I heard the bathroom door open to my room and in walked a naked Willow.

I arched an eyebrow as she opened the glass shower door. “Feeling dirty?”

“ Filthy ,” she replied, stepping into the shower. She grabbed a loofah and soaped it up before rubbing it against my chest. Her slight touch was enough for me to think about nothing else in the world other than her.

“You had me stressed out, thinking that your dad hated me by calling me Bradley.”

She smiled.

I loved it.

Whatever.

“It was a little funny,” she said.

I began soaping up her back. “It was a little cruel.”

“I’m sorry.” She tilted her head up toward me and puckered her lips as she batted her doe eyes. “Forgive me?”

“No, I don’t think I will.”

She smiled a little and pressed her hands to my chest. “I’m sorry.” She leaned and kissed each pec. “Forgive me?”

I almost smirked. “Probably not, no.”

Her fingers danced down my chest, and her mouth trailed them with kisses. “Forgive me?”

“I might consider it.” I closed my eyes and smiled as she lowered herself a little more.

She found herself on her knees as water spilled over her. She sat on her knees, her mouth inches from my cock as she looked up toward me with those fucking doe eyes.

God, those eyes.

I loved them.

Whatever.

“Forgive,” she said, her mouth grazing ever so slightly over the tip of my cock. “Me.” Her mouth parted as she slowly began to suck the head. “Please?” she muttered before sliding her mouth all the way down my shaft, making my back fall against the shower wall. She began moving up and down on my cock, licking me like her favorite flavored popsicle as the water kept falling over us both. She was soaking wet as she fucked my cock with everything she had, moving her hands up and down my dick, twisting and turning her head to give me the best damn blow job of my life.

“Shit, Willow… I… f-f-fuckkk ,” I breathed out, slamming my hand against the glass panel door. “Yeah, baby…yes…right…” My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I fell into a deeper euphoria, losing myself as she found all of me. “Willow, I’m going to…shit, I’m right there…”

Those words only made her work her gifted mouth harder to bring me to completion, and when she had, she swallowed every piece of me. I loved the way she drank me down like her favorite shot of vodka.

She wiped her mouth with her pointer finger before sucking it clean, too. Then she stood back on her feet while my body tried to recover from its shakiness. She wrapped her arms around me and gave me those doe eyes one more time. “Forgive me?”

Instead of replying, I slid my hand between her thighs. I moved her back to the tiled wall, and my mouth brushed against her neck. “Yes,” I whispered before I gently sucked on her earlobe. My thumb rubbed her clit slightly before I slid two fingers inside her pussy, rocking them back and forth. Her eyes fluttered shut as she arched her hips toward me. “I forgive you.”

I forgave her over and over and over again.

Then one more time for good measure.