CHAPTER FIVE #2
Not liking her shirt in my way, I yank it up and over her head, then take a second to check out her perfect fucking tits.
Scooping one out of her bra cup, I lift it to my mouth and wrap my lips around the pointed, pink nipple.
Then I bite down on it. Hard. Willow groans, and her hand squeezes my shaft. My girl likes it rough…
“Do it again,” she breathes.
Pulling her other tit out of its cup, I take both in my hands and squeeze them together.
I can feel Willow’s eyes on me. She’s watching.
Opening my mouth wide, I take both nipples into my mouth and suck on them.
Willow squirms, wanting more. I’d bet my left nut, if I dipped my finger into her pussy, she would be dripping wet.
I suck on her nipples again, but this time I scrape my teeth across the hard buds.
“Jesus, Jax.”
“I love your fucking tits,” I growl just before I suck on them again.
“My turn,” she murmurs. Before I can ask her what she means, she drops down onto the sofa, so her face is parallel with my dick. She takes my entire length into her mouth until the tip of my dick hits the back of her throat.
“Willow, fuck. Wait…” I try to get her mouth off me. I’m going to shoot my load right down her pretty little throat. It’s been too long since my dick’s seen any action aside from my own hand.
She shakes her head and mumbles something with my dick still shoved down her throat, and the vibration sends me over the fucking edge.
I watch as Willow swallows down every drop of my cum, then licks the head clean.
With hooded eyes, she glances up at me shyly, and if I hadn’t just come, I would be now.
Hating that she made me come before I pleasured her, I lift her and throw her onto the couch. Her back hits the leather, and she laughs at my caveman behavior.
“I’m supposed to be a gentleman,” I growl, ripping each of her shoes off and then tugging her pants and underwear down her legs and onto the floor.
When I drop my body on top of hers, she giggles, something I’ve never heard from her before.
The sound does shit to me, hitting me in places I’ve never felt.
Taking her bottom lip between my lips, I suck it into my mouth then bite down on it.
“A real gentleman always makes sure the woman is taken care of before he is.” I kiss my way down her neck, over her breasts—only stopping long enough to give each nipple a lick—and down her belly.
I stop when I spot a horizontal scar several inches below her belly button.
She tenses up. “That’s from my hysterectomy,” she admits.
I give it a kiss. “A beautiful battle wound,” I murmur before I continue my descent. When I get to the hood of her neatly trimmed pussy, I give it a soft kiss. When I spread her thighs, I notice two things: one, she’s just as I thought—wet as fuck. And two, her clit is pierced.
“Who did this?” I pinch the tight bud between my fingers. The thought of Gage or Evan seeing her sweet pussy has me seeing red.
“I had it done before I started working here.”
Dipping my head between her legs, I suck the silver piercing into my mouth. Her back arches and she begs me to make her come.
Not wanting to make her wait any longer, I push two fingers into her pussy at the same time I flick her clit with my tongue. My fingers and mouth work in tangent—licking, fucking, sucking until Willow’s body is trembling and she’s screaming out my name.
Her hands find my hair and she tugs me against her pussy, grinding herself on my face until her orgasm has passed.
When she lets go, I look up at her. Our eyes meet, and I swear my heart actually skips a fucking beat.
Her lips are swollen from our kissing and her sucking my dick.
Her nipples are red from me biting them.
Her eyes are hooded over. Her hair is ruffled like she’s just been fucked even though she hasn’t been.
She looks gorgeous, and my only thought is I need to make this woman mine.
Crawling up her body, I take her face between my hands, careful not to press my weight on top of her. As if she knows exactly what I’m thinking—or maybe she’s just thinking the same thing I am—she reaches down and grabs my dick, guiding me into her.
Her pussy is wet and warm, and even though I just finished fingering her, my dick still stretches her out good.
Our mouths fuse, and our tongues unite. With my arms on either side of her head, and my hands still cradling her face, I kiss and fuck Willow slowly, deeply.
And unlike the frenzied way we both came a few minutes ago, this time we take our time.
I make sure I don’t come until Willow does, and only once she’s moaning and her insides are clenching around my dick, do I let myself follow behind.
When we both come down from our orgasms, and our breathing has calmed, I pull out of Willow and roll to the side so we’re both lying on the couch. It’s not big, but that’s okay because I like her body snuggled up against mine.
After a few minutes, Willow breaks the silence. “I think this was a mistake, Jax.”
I take her face and tilt it up to look at me. “No, it wasn’t.”
“We were supposed to be friends,” she says.
If I thought she really meant that, I would backtrack and apologize, but I know why she’s saying this—to push me away.
She felt what I felt. The connection. I watched it happen with my brother and Celeste when they were younger, and then later when they found each other again, but I never thought it would happen to me.
I had accepted some people just aren’t meant to fall in love.
I have my family, my friends, my tattoo shop.
I thought I was okay being unattached. Until now. Until Willow.
It’s only been twenty-four hours since she stepped out of the bathroom in the shop and opened my eyes, but I already know she’s the one.
“Jax,” she prompts when I don’t say anything—too lost in my own thoughts. “This thing—”
Not wanting to hear every reason she’s about to spew in an attempt to push me away, I cover her mouth with mine. We kiss for a brief moment before I pull back.
When she opens her mouth, I cover it with my hand. “No, I have something I need to say and you’re going to listen.” Needing to look her in the eyes, I sit us up and pull her naked body onto my lap.
“This is probably the craziest thing I’ve ever said to anyone,” I admit. “And I don’t know what’s come over me, but I know the words I’m about to speak are one hundred percent true, and I need you to know that.” She nods once, but thankfully keeps quiet.
“Willow, you’ve been through so much, and you went through it all on your own.
Your parents having cancer. Then you having to make the scary decision to have a hysterectomy when you found out you also had cancer.
I don’t blame you for pushing people away.
I get it. You’re scared. What if you get cancer again?
What if someone else you love gets cancer?
“The thing about life is that nothing is a sure thing. We could walk out on to the sidewalk and get hit by a car. But that doesn’t mean we live our life alone. You toasted last night to today, but are you even living for today if you don’t let anyone in?”
Willow’s face softens. She swallows thickly, but doesn’t say anything, so I continue.
“You don’t have to be alone… We don’t have to be alone.
I’m almost forty years old. I’ve dated dozens of women, but I never saw a future with a single one of them.
It wasn’t until you stepped out of that bathroom that I realized it was because I was waiting for the right woman.
You. I want to be the guy who you live today with.
But more than that, I want to be the man who helps you find your tomorrow. ”
Willow gasps and a tear trickles down her cheek. “I don’t know if I can give you that,” she admits softly. “I’m so scared.”
Framing her face in my hands, I give her a soft kiss to her lips. “How about you just give me today? We’ll take it one day at a time, but instead of doing it alone, we’ll do it together.”
“Okay,” she whispers. “Today. Together.”