Chapter 21 Willa
Willa
Dean takes the turn away from the compound, and traffic thickens, so I move my hand off his cock before someone catches what we’re doing.
“Don’t get shy now.” He grabs my wrist, moving it over him again. “Show them whose cock you worship, Willa.”
I tighten my legs around him, my cheeks heating. He releases my wrist, and I could move my hand away again, but I don’t. I grab his thick cock and rub it through his jeans. He slows his bike on purpose until we’re right beside another car.
When the driver looks over at us, Dean flips him off and pulls forward.
“Was that necessary?” I chuckle, rubbing him again.
“I didn’t like how he was looking at you.”
“How was he looking at me?”
“Like he wanted you to be his.”
“I’m not.” I grind the heel of my hand over him, and he growls.
He plants his palm over the back of my hand and drags me over his cock. “I know. You’re mine.”
Two words have never sounded so good, even if he might just be referring to this moment. Or he could just be talking about sex. Either way, sitting on the back of his bike, touching him like I’ve thought about for years, I like the thought of being his.
We ride in a wide arc around the city. Traffic picks up and then thins again. Once we’re on the opposite side of Vegas from the Twisted Kings compound, Dean takes a side road that looks like it leads to nothing at first. Until the empty road ends at a fence line.
“What is this?”
“The Iron Sinners compound.”
“The club you—” I stop myself from finishing the sentence, even though it’s only the two of us out here. “The other club that used to be around?”
He nods, pulling off his helmet. Dean holds out a hand to help me climb off, slinging both helmets on the handlebars. When he gets off his bike, he leans against it, watching me.
“Why are we out here?”
“I come out here to think about shit.” He scans the horizon, pausing on a burned structure in the distance. “It never really ends.”
I take in the charred remains of what must have been the Iron Sinners clubhouse. Aimee told me it burned to the ground. She never said the Twisted Kings did it, but it’s clear the Feds think they did with how they’ve been monitoring the compound.
“You certainly chose a dangerous line of work.” I look up at Dean.
He’s still leaning against his bike, arms crossed over his chest. But he’s no longer staring at the burned building. He’s looking at me.
“Is it worth it?” I ask.
“It’s almost everything I ever wanted.” His gaze drifts over me. “Family. Money. Freedom. Sex.”
Jealousy flares. My cheeks heat.
“Almost?” I ask, clearing my throat.
He nods, lifting off his bike and wrapping a hand around my throat, pulling me closer. “You fuck everything up, Willa. Back then and now. You’re a wrecking ball.”
“I’m not trying to be.” If anything, I did all this to keep him safe, not that he knows that.
“Why’d you really come here, Willa?”
“The list—”
He shakes his head, clicking his tongue on the roof of his mouth. “You could have texted me that shit. Mailed it if you didn’t want me to have your fucking number. You hand delivered it on purpose.”
I wet my lips, and Dean’s gaze falls to my mouth. “I wanted to see you.”
“Why?”
“I missed you.”
“Do you miss him too?”
My eyebrows pinch as Dean lets me go, crossing his arms again and leaning against his bike.
“Do you think I’m still hung up on Kincaid?”
He shrugs, not answering, and I realize this is more than jealousy. This is insecurity. Something I planted because Dean isn’t insecure about anything, ever.
I step forward, stopping myself from reaching out for him when he stays closed off to me.
There are a lot of things I could say right now.
Things I probably should, and soon I’ll have to.
I need to make Dean understand what really happened between his mother’s funeral and my mother’s death.
I need to explain why I had no choice but to pick Kincaid that day I drove him away.
He deserves to know the truth. But right now, he’s shut down, and I have a feeling he won’t hear me.
Words are words. So easily twisted.
It’s been a long week, and an even longer twelve years. He doesn’t need excuses or reasoning. He needs me to show him that I’m here now. I’m here for him.
So I drop to my knees in the dirt.
“What are you doing, Willa?” His jaw tenses.
“Showing you who I’m hung up on. Who I’ve always been hung up on. I’m yours, Dean. Even in the years apart, I was yours in every way that matters. So hate me or don’t. Fuck me or don’t. Do what you want with me.”
His gaze searches mine, kneeling before him. When it moves up again, he glances at something behind me. “See that reflection over there?”
I look over my shoulder. A shimmer of something reflects at a distance. “Yes.”
“Those are Feds.”
My eyes widen as I look up at him. “They’re watching you?”
“They keep an eye on the compound to see if there’s any movement.”
“Should you be here?”
He smirks. “Soul and I like to keep ’em on their toes. It’s not like I’m doing anything wrong. Just going for a ride.”
I shake my head. “You’re so much trouble.”
He steps forward, gripping my chin. “You like it. That’s why you’re still on your knees for me, isn’t it? They can see you right now, but you haven’t stood up yet.”
“No.” I haven’t.
“Why not?”
“Because you haven’t told me to get up.”
“And you do everything I say now?”
“If it makes you happy.”
I need him to understand that he’s all that matters. That the judgment of others no longer scares me. I need him to see that he’s the one I want. No one else.
Dean’s grin grows. His thumb drags over my mouth. “You said you’re mine, Willa.”
“I did. I am.”
“How far are you willing to go to prove that? Will you take my cock with the Feds watching just to prove to them you’re my compliant little slut?”
“Yes.”
He holds my jaw in one hand, undoing his belt with the other and pulling out his cock. Once it’s free, he strokes himself, brushing the tip on my mouth.
“You couldn’t take your hands off this on the ride here, could you? My perfect fuck toy, desperate for my cum. Show them, Willa.”
He releases his cock, relaxing his hands at his sides, and I wrap mine around it, stroking him, drawing him into my mouth. I’m slow at first, dragging my tongue up the vein along the bottom. Kissing the tip. Then I wrap my lips around him and sink my mouth onto his shaft.
I don’t just suck; I take my time worshipping him. Stroking him. Kissing him. Swallowing when his cock hits the back of my throat. Tears stream down my cheeks, but I don’t pull away. I choke around him. My eyes don’t leave his.
I don’t care who can see us. I don’t even think about it.
In the middle of the desert, on my knees, there is only one other person in the universe.
And that’s Dean.
Suctioning my cheeks, I start to pick up the pace. He grips his bike behind him when his knees buckle, and it feels so good to have this effect on him. But he doesn’t touch me. He lets me be the one to bring him pleasure.
I sink down, swallowing as much as I can and stroking the rest. One hand cups his balls, making his knees weaken.
With a final thrust down my throat, his legs shake, and the first hot rope of cum paints my tongue.
It shoots down my throat as I swallow him down.
Sucking every drop from his shaft and only releasing him once I’ve claimed it all.
I sink back on my heels and look up at him, smiling down at me.
He tucks himself away, grinning. “Stand up, princess.”
I do as he says, letting him run this. Giving him control, knowing he needs it.
“You have no idea what I want to do to this perfect body right now.” He wraps a hand around my lower back, pulling me close.
“Then do it.” I tilt my chin up, daring him, regardless of who might be watching.
“As tempting as that is, no.” He rubs his hand up my spine. “They can watch you suck my cock, but they don’t get to see your body like that.”
He reaches up, brushing his thumb over my nipple, teasing me through my shirt. My breath catches when he does it again.
“Then don’t let them see anything.” I grip the front of his shirt. “Fuck me, Dean. Please. Show them I’m yours.”
He leans in, dragging his teeth over my earlobe. “Greedy little slut.”
“Only for you.”
He growls, spinning us around so that he’s between me and where the Feds are hiding at a distance. I’m bent over his bike as he reaches around and undoes my pants, slipping them down just enough to get access, but careful to cover me with his body. His fingers stroke between my thighs.
“So wet.” He reaches his hand around, sticking his fingers into my mouth. “See how messy you get when you’re sucking my cock.”
I hum around his fingers, sucking them deeper. Behind me, he undoes his pants, pulling his cock out again. It’s like he never needs any recovery time at all. Or he’s just that turned on by what we’re doing. His hard length slips between my thighs, teasing me.
“Did you want this?”
“Yes,” I moan.
“Then beg for it.” He grips my ass, spreading me wider so he can see me, his cock slipping between my legs.
“Please fuck me, Dean. I need it.”
“What do you need?”
“You. Your cock.”
“Where do you want it?” He puts pressure on my pussy, then slowly drags it up. “Have you ever taken a cock in your ass, princess?”
I shake my head. “No.”
He spits, and it trickles down my ass. His dick slides over it, and then he pushes his thumb against the tight hole. When he shoves in, there’s a sting of resistance, and then my body relaxes.
“Do you like that?”
“Yes.” I’m shaking as he moves in and out, teasing my clit with his cock while he does.
“Are you going to let me take this ass if I want, Willa? Are you going to let me do anything I please with this body?”
“I will.”
“Good girl. We’ll work up to that.” He thrusts his cock forward, and I can’t hold back the scream.
He’s so large and snug when he fills both holes. I’m full, and I can’t get enough.
“Damn, I love how bad you are for me.” He fucks me harder. “You take me so well.”
“You feel so good.” I grip his bike as it rocks beneath us.
My fingers dig into the leather seat, holding on.
With each thrust deeper, I push back against him, desperate for more.
Which is what he gives me. Hard, merciless strokes.
My skin tingles. My body prickles. There’s nothing sweet about it, and I love every second.
Until I’m at the peak, soaring in a free fall when my climax hits.
Dean drives deeper, fucking me in the ass with one finger while he fucks me harder with his cock.
The intensity is overwhelming as he chases me through his own release, coming inside me.
My feet lift off the dirt with how hard he pushes against me, and we’re both panting and shaking from what we’ve done.
Dean leans over me, brushing my hair back so he can kiss my shoulder. “I meant what I said. You’re a wrecking ball, Willa. There’s no recovering.”