7. Chapter Seven
Chapter Seven
C ruise walked toward the house he and Willa were staying in. He’d had his time teaching Willa’s abuser a lesson. Of course, Slice had wanted to get in on it too. He adored Willa but in a big brother sort of way. After they’d finished, Baron had said he had an old friend who worked at Leavenworth Prison who would point them toward the right direction to have the captain pay for his crimes. He’d checked on Willa letting her know he and Slice were delivering the teacher’s car and then would be home.
He stood at the door a minute savoring the moment. He was walking inside to his woman. Neither one of them would need to worry about the captain hurting her ever again. He pushed open the door, glancing around the house. Although he liked this house, he was hoping Willa would be interested in designing their own house to fit their needs.
“Willa, you in here?”
He’d texted he was on his way back but she hadn’t replied. She walked out of the bedroom and he paused. His woman took his breath away. Standing there with her dark brown hair around her shoulders and her creamy skin highlighted by a deep red short nightgown with a black belt and white fur fringe on top. She looked adorable with a Santa hat perched on her head. The heat blazing in her eyes had him ready to unwrap her. The only thing that bothered him was the colorful bruise forming on her face. He’d live with it because his woman had fought the man who’d terrorized her and won.
“I heard you’ve been a very good boy this year, Jason “Cruise” Park. Santa sent me as your early Christmas present. Now all you need to do is unwrap me.”
She crooked her finger at him and Cruise went running. The mischievous grin on her face was a sight to see. He slid his hand around her waist, tugging her flush with him.
“How did Santa know exactly what I wanted for Christmas?”
He didn’t give her a chance to answer, just took her mouth letting her know without words how much he wanted her and adored her. To feel her against him after all this time and know she was his, had him realizing it was the best Christmas present he’d ever received.
Willa stood still letting Cruise trail kisses across every part of her he exposed as he pulled off her Santa costume. He’d quickly divested himself of his clothes telling her she could explore next time but he needed her now. Being here in this moment with him was more than she’d imagined.
Cruise lifted her and laid her onto the bed. His muscles gleaming in the lamplight. She trailed her fingers across his chest, the light hairs tickling her fingertips. She traced the Bluff Creek Brotherhood MC tattoo on his chest as he kissed down her neck, sending shivers through her.
She wanted to explore Cruise but it would have to wait. His kisses across her breast as he lifted her nipple to his mouth had her falling. She couldn’t concentrate, only feel the toe-curling sensations she’d never take for granted.
“Willa, relax. I’ve got you and all you need to do is let me worship your body. We have our whole lives ahead of us.”
He was right. She wasn’t worried about pleasing him because their love would guide them. She rubbed her mound against Cruise’s cock, craving him inside her.
“I’m not going to last. I’ve dreamed of this for too long.”
She nodded, agreeing with his sentiment, as he notched himself at her entrance. His initial push had her clenching because he felt too good. Heat swept through her. She’d never built this fast ever and she wanted to hold off. To savor their first time together. Her last first time with the man she loved with every breath of her being.
Cruise gazed into her eyes as he moved slowly, thrusting each time a little deeper and claiming every inch of her. She’d never felt so loved and so worshipped in her life.
She moaned and grasped his shoulders as he moved within her, then coasted over when his lips claimed hers. Cruise planted himself deep, yelling her name as he followed her over. She’d given her body to the man she’d loved and for the first time in years, all was right in her world.