Chapter 12 #2
A laugh tries to burst out, but I fight it down, glaring at Cooper instead.
We have a stare-off, something the pipsqueak is getting better at, much to Allyson’s dismay, until Brutal says, “Let’s go, boys.
The rest of us want to play tonight too.
Ain’t got time for your trash talking, dick measuring pre-game ritual. ”
I snicker, fighting valiantly not to laugh, but I lose the battle when Mama Louise says with a long-suffering sigh, “Could we not talk about penises tonight, please?”
At least I’m not the only one because everyone else has a moment of shock at Mama Louise, the one who always corrects our language, popping out with ‘penis talk’ like it’s no big deal.
Technically, it’s the anatomically correct term, but I can definitely say that she’s not the type to use the term unless it’s talking about one of the farm animals.
The laughter is enough to get the game rolling, with Mama Louise already in the lead without picking up a single beanbag.
Cooper kicks my ass, as we all expected he would, me included.
“Good game, kid,” I tell him, ruffling his hair.
He might win at cornhole, but I can still irritate him a bit in return.
It’s good for him, keeps him from getting too big for his britches. For now.
When I try to find Willow’s eyes, I see she’s behind her phone again. She lowers it slightly and smiles. She tilts her head toward Mama Louise. “She said it was okay.”
I sit back down beside her and whisper in her ear, “I told you, sweetheart. You can take all the pictures you want, of anything you want. Especially me.”
The games rage on, cobbler long forgotten and no one paying any attention to Willow or her phone’s camera.
She’s turned it on silent and is capturing my family in a way I’ve never seen them.
It’s interesting to silently sit back and watch her work, to see how she frames things to give them an intimacy that evokes emotion even through the screen.
She captures Mark and Katelyn talking, their faces close together and the love readily apparent.
She snaps away when Cooper loses and flops into the grass in exaggerated pained defeat.
She clicks the moment when Sophie and James have a silent conversation, agreeing that they’re ready to go to bed, complete with a yawning Cindy Lou in James’s lap.
I move behind Willow and press the button on the screen to flip her camera.
Framing both of us, I look to the screen and see her surprise at seeing us together like this.
With her eyes on me, I take the picture.
Then she smiles at the camera, and I turn to her, letting every bit of what I feel shine through.
I might not be able to find the right words easily, but I know what I’m feeling.
It’s early, but it’s the beginning of something deep and powerful.
I know she sees it in the resulting shot because she looks back to me, her eyes wide and unguarded.
Without her walls up, I can see the doubts lurking in their swirling depths.
“Willow.” I start to say something, though I don’t know what, but instead I see the screen flash out of the corner of my eyes as she takes another shot.
“I know,” she says softly, just between us. “I want a picture of this moment right here so I always remember the moment I knew.”
Fuck. She gets me. Even without words, she gets me. I wrap my arms around her, hugging her tight as though I could crawl into her skin through our clothes, right here in the heat of this summer night.
Somehow, the Earth’s axis hasn’t shifted for anyone else. They’re playing on as though nothing significant has happened, though I know good and well that it has.
Brutal wins his game against Luke, but ultimately, it’s a final match-up between Rix and Mama Louise.
Any of the rest of us would let Mama Louise win.
Not Rix. She’s hardcore at everything she does, always fighting to be taken seriously as a female mechanic and racer, and she never takes her foot off the gas. Not even for Mama Louise.
We all celebrate Rix’s win, including Brody, who gives her a big kiss. Cooper whispers, “Yuck,” and we all chuckle, telling him to just wait, and if he’s lucky, one day, he’ll get to congratulate his girl with a kiss too. He shakes his head vehemently, deeming it ‘disgusting’.
Slowly, we all start to make moves toward home.
Luke and Shayanne head to their loft over the barn, where they like to be because it’s close to the horses.
Mark and Katelyn go to their house on the other side of the hill behind the Bennett pond.
James, Sophie, and Cindy Lou already went to their house in town to get some much-needed rest. Brutal, Allyson, and Cooper go to their house on the east side of what used to be our farm.
Brody and Rix head to our family home, where I sleep too.
Mama Louise gives me a nod, seeing the intent in my eyes.
“Will you make sure the candles are all out before you leave tonight?”
There are torches out in the yard, closer to the cornhole area to keep it bug-free while we play, and a single citronella candle on the porch giving it a warm glow. I dip my chin in agreement, simultaneously thanking her for letting Willow and me have this time and space for a bit longer.
Alone, I take Willow’s hand in mine, brushing along her skin with my thumb. Even the small contact is driving me crazy. She is driving me crazy, gorgeously unaware of what she’s doing to me with every sweet little smile, every kind word, every peek into her mind and heart.
“Today was fun,” she says quietly. “I’m so glad I came, though Shayanne didn’t give me much of a choice.” Her laugh is muted, and I wonder how much finessing Shay had to do to get Willow to agree.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been gladder that Shay sticks her nose in every damn thing.
Seeing you across the field today was . .
.” I stumble over the words, not sure how to describe that moment.
The best I can do is . . . “It felt right. Like this place had been missing something, and I didn’t even know it. But it was finally right.”
I don’t know what I expected her to say to that, but I know she surprises me again by leaning over and kissing me.
She’s been responsive every time, that’s for sure, but I’ve initiated each time our lips have met.
That she does it this time soothes something inside me that’s been ruffled since I saw her behind the bar.
Our lips dance, and somewhere in the breath between us, she whispers, “Thank you.”
I have no idea what for, and I’m far too lost in her to figure it out right now.
My tongue swipes along her lower lip and she opens for me. I tease along her tongue slowly, gently prodding her to let me in deeper. Into her mouth, into her mind, into her heart.
I want to know them all, stake a flag in them declaring them mine, and let her claim me too.
I pull her into my lap, her strong thighs going astride my hips as she straddles me.
Gripping her ass, I knead the flesh there as I kiss down her neck.
She’s wearing a T-shirt tonight, so I can’t slip tank top straps down like before, but I manage to pull at the neckline to get more access to her skin.
I trace her collarbone with my tongue, sucking the tender skin above it to bring blood to the surface.
I might not be in her heart fully yet, but her body I can mark as mine.
Her hands grip my hair, urging me on, wanting a bruise to remember this moment the same way she wanted the picture earlier.
“Willow,” I growl against her neck in warning when she rolls her hips.
“More,” she pleads.
“A little,” I concede hesitantly. I’m on the edge here, wanting her so badly but knowing it’s too soon for what I really want.
I guide her hips, rubbing her clit against the hard ridge of my cock through the two layers of denim. “Bobby.” Her moan is kerosene on a bonfire, and I move her harder, faster, letting her muffled cries direct me.
“Use me, sweetheart. Come on me, for fuck’s sake. Let me see you come for me.” It should be an order, but it’s as much a plea as her request for more was. I need this from her, her walls down, her guard dropped, her body mine.
She bucks her hips sharply, fucking me through our clothes. I can feel the warmth at her core, hotter than the steamy night around us. Her voice breaks, a cry cut off as she buries her mouth against my shoulder and shudders on top of me.
I thrust up a few more times, prolonging her orgasm for my own pleasure. Watching her come is my new favorite thing, I decide. One I want to repeat again . . . now.
But she sags against me, breathing rapidly.
“Oh, my God. I haven’t . . . not since .
. . phew—” She’s not able to string words together, something I’m familiar with, but while mine is a failure of my brain to express my thoughts and feelings, this moment is her body completely blissed out and unable to process in the sharp way she usually does.
It’s beautiful and I feel fortunate to witness it, and even more lucky to have caused it.
She goes still and quiet, her pants slowing and becoming a steadier, slower pace. All the while, my hands move across her skin, touching her back, her thighs, her jawline, memorizing every inch.
“Are we going to your place tonight?” she asks when we’ve both recovered a bit.
“Brody and Rix are at my house,” I tell her disappointedly. “Not exactly any privacy to be had when you’re still in your childhood bedroom.”
“You could come into town with me,” she suggests.
I pull back, holding her in place. “I need to be clear here. Once I get inside you, there’s no going back. Hell, I don’t think there’s any going back now, for that matter. At least, not for me. But there are some things we need to talk about before we . . .”
The pause is awkward, a thought I’ve never considered marching through my brain. I almost said ‘fuck’, but I don’t want to just fuck Willow. I want to . . .
“Have sex?” she offers.
“Make love,” I correct, knowing that’s what it’ll be.
Her lashes flutter behind her frames, giving her that owlish look that tells me she’s thinking about something. After a moment, she lets me in on it. “Are you always so . . . committed?”
She seems genuinely curious, as though maybe I’m a serial monogamist who takes sex particularly seriously. I can’t help but laugh, which bounces her on my cock, and it complains, uncomfortably arguing with my brain.
“I’ve never made love, Willow. I fuck. It’s always been casual, scratching an itch, even when I was dating someone. But it’ll be different this time. At least for me. And I think for you too.”
I’m not asking for her number. I don’t need or want to know what she’s done in the past because it doesn’t matter. What I need to know is that she feels the same way I do.
Slowly, her gray eyes clear, and she nods, whispering her agreement. “I think so too.”
Immediately, she lays her head on my shoulder as though embarrassed that she said that, or maybe that she feels it. She wasn’t looking for a Prince Charming—hell, she might not even want one. But I’m the one she’s got and I’m not letting her go.