Chapter 42 Ransom
RANSOM
My brothers and I all told ourselves that we didn’t give a shit about having to leave our old warehouse behind when we fled Detroit with Willow. And it was true. Compared to losing the girl of our dreams to a monster, losing our home was nothing.
But damn, she really does know us well. Because this new warehouse, designed specifically for the four of us?
It’s fucking perfect.
Vic and Willow have been picking out paint colors—although she isn’t allowed to help with the actual painting—and switching out the temporary furniture with better stuff that we plan to keep for a while.
It’s starting to look less like a weird empty space that we live in and more like a home, which feels fucking amazing.
I’ve been working on the garage part of it, getting it set up just the way we want it. New tools gleam from the shelves and drawers along one wall, and new lifts and jacks and shit are installed and ready to go.
I’ve been working on a bike to replace my old one—and the one that got shot up by Ethan’s old crew—fixing it up and overhauling it to run just the way I like. The chances of this one getting sprayed with bullets or burned are pretty low, so I feel like I can invest more energy into it.
I’ve got music playing, nodding along to the beat as I polish the sleek frame of my Ducati, in my happy place.
Well… it’s almost my happy place. There’s one thing that could make it better.
I wipe my hands off on the rag and then toss it into the dirty rag hamper before heading into the living area part of the warehouse.
Malice and Willow are on the new couch in the large, open space. My brother is holding a book open, and Willow has her head in his lap, both of them reading from the same page.
I smirk at the sight they make, shaking my head.
“I can’t believe you’re actually invested in these romance novels now,” I tell Malice, waggling my brows. “You got them for Willow, but now they’re kind of for you too, aren’t they?”
Ever since we settled into our new place, it’s become something the two of them share. They trade books back and forth or read the same one together, doing something called buddy reading that seems to be mostly Malice reading the dirty parts out loud to make Willow squirm.
Malice just gives me a deadpan look.
“What can I say?” he says in a flat voice. “I’m a romantic at heart.”
I belt out a laugh, although the funny thing is, he’s not lying. No one but me, Vic, and Willow will probably ever know that though. It’s a secret he hides well from the rest of the world.
Shifting my attention from him to Willow, I jerk my thumb in the direction of the garage. “Hey, do you wanna go for a ride with me?”
She perks up at that prospect, sitting up on the couch. “Always.”
“It’s chilly out,” Malice warns. “So you shouldn’t go too long. And take a coat or something.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re starting to sound like Vic. Or Mom.”
Willow crawls onto Malice’s lap, grinning at him. “You’re so protective,” she teases, running her hands over his chest. “I bet you want to bundle me up yourself, don’t you?”
He palms the back of her head and drags her in for a hard kiss before lifting her off his lap and depositing her on her feet.
“Get out of here,” he says, smacking her ass as she walks away.
Her cheeks are a little flushed as she walks toward me, her skin practically glowing. I’m not sure if it’s pregnancy hormones or just the lack of stress now that no one is trying to kill us, but she looks fucking luminous these days.
Draping an arm around her shoulders, I lead her into the garage. When she sees the bike, she perks up even more.
“Oh, wow. You’ve done so much on it. It looks great!” she exclaims, stepping forward. “I never totally understood why you’d want to get a used bike when you could have one new, but it makes sense now.”
“Easier to customize,” I tell her, watching as she trails her fingers over the chrome.
She looks good standing next to my new Ducati, like she belongs there, and I have a very vivid memory of fucking her on a different bike once.
Someday, I want to christen this one the same way.
That thought makes my heart race and my blood heat, and I have to take a breath and adjust my cock to get it to calm the hell down. The idea of bending her over the seat and sliding into her has a lot of appeal, but right now, I actually do want to go for a ride with her.
Willow catches me looking at her as she glances my way. My thoughts must be written clearly on my face, because she grins, walking back toward me.
“You know, I can tell what’s on your mind right now,” she murmurs. “You’re thinking very dirty thoughts, Ransom Voronin.”
“Of course I am.” I smirk. “I’m thinking about you.”
The gorgeous shade of pink in her cheeks deepens, and she tucks her bottom lip between her teeth. “I like that I make you dirty.”
“And I fucking love making you dirty,” I growl, pulling her into my arms. “You’ve got a wild streak, pretty girl, and I always knew it. From the moment we met.”
She grins, shaking her head as her hands rest on my chest. “So where are we going?”
“You’ll see.”
I hand her a helmet and then pull one on myself. We get on the bike, Willow behind me with her arms around my waist. The engine roars to life, and I rev it a few times before peeling out of the open garage door and onto the street.
As soon as we hit the open road, I’m hit with an almost euphoric feeling.
Fuck, I missed this.
The sun is setting, giving the world around us a warm glow as the wind rushes past. Willow clings to me tightly, and it’s as close to perfect as anything on this earth gets, if you ask me.
Willow laughs, giving a little whoop of joy as we take a turn, and that just makes my blood pump even hotter. I fucking love this side of her. The thrill seeker who loves this shit as much as I do.
As I take another turn, I feel her hand start to shift downward, heading for my crotch.
Truth be told, I’m already half hard from just having her on the bike with me, and having her stroke my cock through my pants makes my stomach clench.
The bike wobbles a bit, and my adrenaline spikes.
I can hear Willow’s soft laugh even over the roar of the engine, and the feeling of her body pressed so close and her hand teasing me is enough to have all my blood rushing south.
One of her arms stays locked around my waist as the other hand drags over my jeans-covered cock, and I try to stay focused on steering, but she’s distracting as hell.
Her hips press forward, like she’s grinding against the seat, and when I feel more than I hear her soft moan, that’s all I can take.
I turn the bike into an alley without warning, pulling to stop before getting off. Then I pluck Willow off the seat and tug her helmet off, resting hers and mine on the bike.
“Bad girl,” I chastise hoarsely.
Willow makes a face, her cheeks flushed as she bites her lip. “Sorry,” she says, lowering her eyes. “I know I probably—”
Before she can finish that apology, I grab her and press her to the alley wall, kissing her hard. She sucks in a surprised breath, but then arches against me, giving back as good as she gets. A soft whimper spills from her lips, and I groan at the vibrations of it, kissing her harder.
Her hand slips down again between us, stroking me in earnest now.
I pull back enough to nip at her lip and arch an eyebrow. “Is that all you’re gonna do? Tease me? You started this, pretty girl, but can you finish it?”
She smirks, her eyes flashing with desire and challenge. Her tongue flashes out of her mouth to lick her lips, and then, without warning, she drops to her knees in front of me.
“Fuck,” I groan. “Jesus Christ, you’re gonna kill me.”
My hands go flat on the alley wall as she unzips my pants and then reaches in to draw my cock out. I’m rock solid now, and she strokes me a little, making precum drip from my tip.
“Do you wanna see how wild I can be?” she breathes, her voice husky.
“Goddamn. Yes.”
Looking up at me through her lashes, she eases her mouth over my cock, enveloping it in that slick, wet heat.
We’re in an alley, and not even a completely remote one, so I know we only have the illusion of privacy. There’s a non-zero chance that someone could walk by and see us, but that thought only turns me on more. Willow is on her knees, sucking my cock in an alley, just because she wants to.
“You’re so fucking amazing,” I praise, the words spilling out of me. “So perfect like this. Harder. Get me off quick, angel, before we get caught.”
Willow sucks me harder, hollowing her cheeks like a fucking Hoover, and my fingers curl against the rough brick of the wall.
Another moan comes from Willow, and the vibrations of it travel through my cock, making my arousal spark even higher. Gripping my ass with both hands, she starts taking me all the way down her throat, letting me feel and hear how turned on she is.
My eyelids droop, but I force them open, staring down at her in the dusky evening light. It’s almost dark out by now, but I can see well enough to watch her head bob as she struggles to take me even deeper.
“Look at me,” I urge. “Keep your eyes on me while you suck my dick with that gorgeous mouth.”
She tilts her head a fraction, her brown eyes glinting as she meets my gaze. There’s so much heat, so much need in her expression, that I curse under my breath as my balls start to tighten. But I don’t want to come like this.
So I pull her off my cock and then lift her to her feet.
“Ransom,” she gasps, looking like she’s about to dive back down again. “Let me—”
“Shhh, pretty girl. I’ve got you. You’ve got me all fucking worked up, but I want to finish in your pussy. Want to make you come too.”
I turn her around to face the wall, letting her brace herself against it. Impatient now, I shove her pants and underwear down, letting them stay bunched up around her thighs.
Her pussy is already slick and wet for me, and I curse as I tease her with the head of my cock, rubbing it through her arousal. Willow presses back against me, grinding as if she needs more, and I grab on to her hips to hold her still.
“Please, Ransom,” she moans, her hair falling over one shoulder. “Fuck, please. I need it. I need you.”
“I can tell,” I whisper, pressing myself against her body. “You always beg so well for me. Because you always need it so bad, don’t you? You can never get enough?”
“Never enough,” she gasps. “Oh god, it’s never enough, Ransom. Please, please, please.”
I chuckle under my breath, and the sound is strained. I’m teasing her, I’m also teasing myself, straining the bounds of my patience.
“Remember that time I told you I wouldn’t fuck you because you didn’t beg me quite enough?” I hum in approval. “Well, you’ve gotten better at it. How can I deny you anything when you put it like that?”
The answer is that I definitely can’t, and I press into her body just a second later. She moans, and I echo the sound, caught up in how fucking incredible she feels.
“I need you to be a good girl and stay quiet for me, okay?” I rasp, clenching my jaw. “Otherwise people will hear you getting fucked in this alley. Can you do that?”
Willow nods, biting her lip to muffle her noises as I start moving inside her.
It’s too much, too good for me to go slow, so I start fucking her harder and faster. Her pussy squeezes around me as she works herself back into my thrusts, meeting me in the middle.
Muffled moans and sobs of pleasure spill from her every once in a while, even though I know she’s trying to stay silent, and it spurs me on. My fingers bite into her hips, and the pitch of her soft whines changes as she starts to come undone.
Something feral and possessive takes over me, and I drop my head, breathing into Willow’s ear, “That’s right, angel. You did so good. Now I need you to be a bad girl and scream my fucking name.”
I pound into her, taking her with almost brutal thrusts, chasing the bliss that I can feel building in my balls.
Her mouth falls open as she cries out my name, arching her back.
“Shit,” I curse, immediately following her over the edge.
I come hard, turning her head to kiss her, muffling the rest of her noises as we fall apart together.
It takes a few long minutes for us to come down, catching our breaths and standing on wobbly legs.
I pull out and drag her pants back up, probably soaking her panties with my cum as it leaks from her.
Then I fix my own clothes and turn Willow around to kiss her deeply, tasting myself and all the desire on her tongue as I do.
“Fuck, I love you,” I murmur against her lips. “You have no idea.”
“Well, I have some idea,” she shoots back, grinning. Then her gaze slides to my motorcycle, mischief lighting in her eyes. “Does this count as christening the bike?”
I laugh, kissing her again. “It’s a damned good start.”