Chapter 28 Chaos
Chaos
Willa shifts on her feet, rubbing her thighs together. She’s been wiggling around ever since she left the bathroom, and it’s adorable. I glance down at her, and she gives me an irritated frown.
“Something on your mind?”
Her eyes narrow. “You know there is.”
We’ve been at the bar drinking for the past hour, but I’ve yet to touch her. I like knowing she’ll do whatever I ask. More than that, I like knowing that all I’d have to do is reach under her skirt and her pussy would be bare and ready for me.
A few minutes ago, a band started singing on stage, and the crowd has doubled in size since then. Willa stays next to me, sipping her drink and rocking her hips back and forth to the song. A pendulum that has me hypnotized.
I’m lost in my head after everything that’s happened since we got to town. Seeing the ranch again, facing my brother, listening to Tate’s bullshit. It’s a whirlwind of emotions. But more than anything, I’m fucking pissed.
It’s been a long time since I’ve managed to leash this level of rage, and if one more person tries to push me, I might finally snap.
I’m thankful Soul and Venom decided not to listen to me and made the trip out here, especially with so many eyes on me. I don’t like being outnumbered or watched. Reminds me of prison.
Willa spins in my arms, wrapping her hands around the back of my neck. “You’re thinking too much.”
“How can you tell?” I take a swig of beer.
“This wrinkle right here.” She drags her finger down the center of my forehead, along the ridge of my nose. “You crinkle your eyes when you’re worried about something.”
“I’m not worried.”
“You have a plan then?”
Up until now, she hasn’t asked me point-blank what I intend to do, and I was kind of dreading that question because I wish I had a plan.
The truth is, the list of investors was a dead end.
Some backed out with a little pressure, but not enough.
And I still don’t have any more rights to the land than Kincaid.
With him driving business into the ground the past few years, we’ll be forced to sell to satisfy debts, and he knows it.
There’s no way the judge will decline his request.
“I’ll figure it out.” I pull her close because she’s the only thing that feels good when everything else is a disaster.
She frowns but doesn’t push me on the subject, which I appreciate. Thinking doesn’t clear my head. If anything, it makes it all more jumbled. Fucking, on the other hand, might do the trick.
Scanning the bar, I find Kincaid dancing with Eden. After our chat when he got here, he’s kept his distance. But he’s been purposefully staying within view like he wants to taunt Willa with her sister. I’m not worried that she might still feel anything for him, but it’s a dick thing to do.
Emotional warfare at its best, and from the smug smile on Eden’s face, she loves it.
I’ve never liked Willa’s sister. They’re only a year apart in age, but Eden acts much younger. She was the baby of the family, and their father treated her as such. While Willa was constantly held to ridiculous expectations, Eden was handed anything she could ever want.
Kincaid looks up and grins at me. What I wouldn’t give to smash this beer bottle on the bar and then jam it into the side of his throat.
It’s hard to imagine that we ever used to be close.
Between me leaving and both of us changing, I don’t recognize my brother anymore.
He’s the man Tate has molded him into, and I hate it.
My gut twists as I think about Mom always saying Kincaid and I were thick as thieves.
What would she think if she saw what’s become of us? She’d be so fucking disappointed.
In the corner, Kincaid’s cop buddies hold their post, watching me, making sure I don’t start shit.
Kincaid must really think I’m an idiot. My club might run Vegas, but I don’t have that sway here, and I know it.
I’m road captain for the club, so I’m used to navigating different towns. Different people. Different situations.
If they’re expecting me to make a move, they’ll be disappointed.
With my record, it wouldn’t take much for them to lock me up and hold me long enough to have the ranch parceled out by the time I get out.
I can’t do that to my grandfather’s land. And I sure as hell can’t do that to Willa.
“We’re leaving,” I decide, tugging her with me as I head toward the front of the bar.
It’s not like there’s anyone still here worth talking to. And as much as I want to walk across the bar and cave Kincaid’s face in, I won’t.
Willa’s eyebrows pinch when she looks up at me, and I know she reads the worry on my face, but she doesn’t ask what’s on my mind.
We’ve always had this silent way of communicating with each other.
Our lives were similar enough that we didn’t need to explain ourselves to know what the other one was going through.
She relates to me in a way no one else has.
We step outside, and it’s cooler here than it is in Vegas this time of year, but not cold enough to need a jacket. Still, Willa curls at my side when we step outside like she can’t get close enough. A breeze tangles in her dark hair, making it dance as we walk through the parking lot.
A streetlamp overhead flickers.
Lanceleaf Valley is a small town in the middle of Texas. People only come here if they know someone or have a reason to be driving through. The only place to hang out on Main Street is Ransack. The rest of the shops are closed for the night and quiet.
I lead Willa around the corner. Cars have piled in since we got here, so we have to weave through them. Music filters through the thin walls, echoing down the empty street.
Willa’s fingers graze up and down on my stomach, and she keeps her thighs pressed together with every step.
She’s a live wire, and I’m ready to snap.
The moment we’re around the corner, I pick Willa up and carry her over to a car that’s parked near my bike, laying her out on the hood.
“Dean, what are you doing? We’ll set off the car alarm.”
Her fingers dig into my hair as I lean over her, sliding my hand up her skirt. “I don’t hear anything.”
“Still. This isn’t our car.”
“Don’t care.” I drag my fingers through her, and I know she doesn’t care either.
Her slick thighs squeeze my hand, desperately aching for a release.
“Spread your knees, Willa.” I roll a finger over her clit while she opens her legs. “Wider.”
A pretty little smirk grows in the corner of her mouth as she tips her knees open farther. Her feet rest on the front bumper.
“You’re such a bad girl for me, aren’t you?” I sink three fingers in, and her head tips back.
“Yes.” It’s a pant and a moan.
She scratches the hood of the car with her nails, but there’s nothing to grip. Her ass slides against metal as she rides my hand.
The sound of the music gets louder as the door to the bar swings open. A couple rounds the corner to get to their car, and Willa starts to sit up, trying to close her legs.
But I hook her knees, widening them again. “Did I tell you to get up?”
She bites her lip, shaking her head. Slowly, she lies back on the hood, not trying to stop me when I spread her wider and sink another finger in.
The couple’s car is a few down, and under the darkness of night, they can’t see Willa well. But it’s clear what we’re doing. My fingers slide into Willa’s cunt, and her moan makes the woman’s eyes widen.
People are so easily shocked. And maybe I should care that this random couple is seeing what I’m doing to my girl, but after tonight, I don’t give a fuck. I want the whole world to know that she’s mine. If it wouldn’t have gotten me arrested, I’d have laid her out on the bar inside.
“Can I help you?” I ask when they haven’t stopped staring, and the guy turns them both away.
They climb into the car and drive off.
“You have no limits.” Willa moans, tipping her head back as I play with her pussy.
Her head shakes side to side while I undo my pants. “You’re wrong about that. I have one limit.”
“What’s that?” She looks down as my cock presses against her.
She wets her lips like she’s fucking starving for me.
I grip her thighs, my fingers digging into the soft flesh. “I’m the only man who is ever going to fuck you again.”
Her tits bounce as I thrust forward. God, she’s perfect. Her dark hair fans against the red hood. She’s a dream come true, taking my cock like she’s aching for me.
“You’re mine, Willa.” I roll my thumb on her clit, massaging her pussy with my other hand as I slip in and out of her tight, wet cunt. “The most beautiful woman in the world and my personal whore to fuck however I want. Wherever I want. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes.”
I slap her clit, and she screams, her pussy gripping me so hard I nearly black out.
“Dean!”
She gasps as I slap her clit again, thrusting hard into her snug heat.
Planting a hand on the hood, I lean down to kiss her, fucking her against the hood of the car as hard as I can. Someone else leaves the bar, but I don’t bother looking up this time. Their car door slams quickly after Willa lets out a pretty little moan.
With my fingers around her throat, I nip at her lower lip. I kiss her until I lose all sense of space and time. She sucks my tongue into her mouth, and I need more.
No matter what I do, I can’t get close enough.
Pulling out, I tug her ass off the car and flip her around, bending her over it.
Her hair winds like a rope around my fist as I tug her head back so she’s looking up at me when I thrust back in. Storms brew in her pretty gray eyes. Her hands brace on the hood, and I fuck her without caring about anything except that I have her.
Maybe I was angry at first.
Angry she pushed me away.
Angry we lost time.
But when our stares connect, I’m not angry at all because a man like me doesn’t deserve her. I’m blessed she’s giving me this much.
“Dean.” She moans, pushing her hips back to meet my thrusts.
She likes it hard. Fast. Desperate.
We’re making up for lost time. Or maybe we’re just lost in each other. Her mouth parts as she comes, and her scream fills the night. It echoes against the stars and in my head. I cling to that sound. To the feel of her tight pussy claiming me, and I fill her with my cum.
Some leaks between her legs and onto the hood. Making a mess. Fitting, when this is how we’ve always been. A high I couldn’t stop chasing.
Chaos.
When I finally release Willa’s hair, she relaxes her elbows on the hood to catch her breath. I pull out, tucking myself away, and then fix her skirt.
Hair sticks to her dewy temples, so I brush it out of her face as she catches her breath. My front presses to her back, my arms around her. There’s nowhere else she belongs.
The parking lot is quiet. In the haze of fucking her, I have no idea how many people saw us, and I really don’t care. She looks up over her shoulder at me and smiles, not saying anything. But when she glances away, her gaze falls to the car we just fucked on, which is painted in cum.
She was so turned on that she didn’t realize whose car it was.
“You didn’t.” She looks up over her shoulder at me again. “This is Kincaid’s car.”
Leaning in, I nip her ear. “It is. Figured we’d leave him a little thank you gift for being so damn hospitable.”
After all, he’s the one who wants to play dirty. I’m more than happy to meet him there.