Chapter 14
BOBBY
Ikiss Willow’s cheek, tasting the salt of her tears.
My girl, with this big, giant heart that feels for everyone and everything so acutely, is a rare specimen.
Most people are out for number-one, even if they’ve found some shred of generosity in their soul and can balance it out so it seems like they’re better than the rest of us monsters.
At the end of the day, it’s a kill or be killed, me or the other guy mentality that is ultimately the strongest inside most hearts.
But not for Willow.
I delicately lick her other cheek with the barest tip of my tongue, cleaning up the tears and wanting only happiness for her. She deserves it, and more.
Taste of your salt on my lips breaks my soul in two. Sweetheart, if there’s anything I can do?
Willow’s answer to my question is what I’ve needed to hear all along. This isn’t some summer vacation fling to her when it’s so much more to me. I didn’t think she was being casual about us, but now, I truly know.
And with that echoing in my ears, I can’t hold myself back from her any longer. Fuck, I should be getting a damned medal for waiting this long when I’ve been imagining all sorts of filthy things to do to her and with her.
“Willow, I need you. Fuck, sweetheart, I want . . .” I growl, peppering her skin with kisses, hearing the scratch of my stubble along her softness.
“Can we go to your place?” she asks, head thrown back and tits pressed up into my hands.
I swallow, willing myself to wait.
You can wait ten fucking minutes to take her in a bed like a lady, not on a rock in the dirt like an animal.
I’m not entirely sure that’s true, but I’ll try. For her.
I pull back in an instant, rising to my feet and offering her a hand. “Let’s go,” I order. I should be softer, gentler, but maintaining control over my cock is taking all the willpower I have. Luckily, she takes my hand and stands too, not at all put out at the gruff tone.
Actually, with a small laugh, she grabs her shoes and makes a barefoot run for the truck. Every instinct inside me calls out . . . chase her down. Don’t let her get away!
I wad up the blanket and my clothes, not bothering to pull on a single stitch when I’m about to strip again anyway.
I run after her, tossing everything in the truck bed and climbing in the cab.
“Hang on,” I tell her, knowing that I’m going to break the land speed record for crossing from the ranch to our farmhouse.
I push a button on the radio and the truck calls Brody.
“What?” he grunts when he answers.
“Don’t come home tonight. Stay at Rix’s or one of the other houses. Sleep outside. I don’t give a fuck, but don’t come home till morning.”
Willow blushes in the seat next to me, sinking down, but I see the hint of a smile at the corners of her lips.
“What?” He pauses, clueing in to what I’m telling him. “Oh. Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll go to town. There’re condoms in the hall bathroom. Uh, congrats?”
Click.
Maybe it’s weird for him to remind me about the condoms, but that’s just Brody. Grumpy asshole takes care of us in his own way. Plus, I don’t bring women home. Ever. So it’s entirely possible that he thinks I never noticed the stash of condoms.
I glance to the woman in my passenger seat, a sharp pain of disbelief slicing through my gut at her beauty, both inside and out. How is someone like her sitting here with someone like me? I’m not sure, but I want to enjoy every single second with Willow.
“So the whole town’s gonna know now?” Willow asks. Normally, I think she’d be shy about that, but she seems to be holding back giggles at Brody’s offer of congrats and condoms.
“Nah, Brody doesn’t talk much. He’ll tell Rix, though, and she’ll tell the girls, so the family’ll know. But they already know about us.”
Isn’t that the God’s honest truth? They all know that Willow is special to me. Hell, Brutal’s been asking questions like he’s got a written list, but that’s his way, so I’ve answered what I want to and told him to quit being a nosy bitch on things I didn’t want to share.
At the house, I pull up in the drive and put the truck in park.
“We don’t have to go inside, Willow.” I’m offering her a brake, whether it’s a full stop or a slowdown, because there’s no way I can do it myself.
“If we go in there, I’m going to make you come until you think your body can’t anymore, and I won’t stop.
I’m going to fill you up with my tongue, my fingers, and my cock, get to know your body from the inside.
I’ll pound you until I’ve left my mark everywhere you’ll let me.
I want you to know that there’s no going back after this.
You’ll be mine. So, you decide . . . are we going back to town or are we going inside? ”
My heart is racing, my breath erratic as I paint pictures in my own mind of what I want with her.
Willow’s eyes get incrementally larger with my words until they look like saucers behind her glasses. She licks her lips and swallows thickly. “That, I want . . . that.”
Still not one hundred percent, because she’s leaving a slight margin for error, I ask for clarity. “You want what, sweetheart? Tell me, say the words.” I’m on the edge, praying for my sweet-mouthed girl to say something dirty just for me.
“I want . . . I want to go inside.”
I smile, encouraging her.
I can see her steeling her nerves, and with her eyes brazenly on mine, she boldly says, “I want your cock.”
Holy fuck. I wasn’t ready. As much as I wanted filth on her tongue, I wasn’t prepared for how it would shove me into the deep end.
“Shit, sweetheart. Let’s go.”
I’m out, around the hood, and opening her door in an instant.
In another, we’re over the threshold and heading up the stairs.
One more, and she’s in my bedroom. It’s bare-boned, all childhood remnants long gone.
Later, I’ll wonder what she thinks about the worn dresser with a cracked mirror, the full-sized bed that I didn’t make, and the open closet with too many threadbare T-shirts, dirty boots, and ripped jeans.
Right now, all I care about is getting her out of this swimsuit that might as well be the sexiest lingerie I’ve ever seen.
I sit down and pull her between my thighs. Wrapping my hands around her waist, I feel her satiny skin beneath my rough palms and nearly lose it.
“I want to go slow, but I’m on edge.” The confession is not a weakness I would usually show, but luckily, she doesn’t take it as such, instead seeming turned on by the immediacy of my desire.
She lays her arms over my shoulders, playing in the too-long hair at my nape. “We’ve got all night, right? We can do slow, then fast. And then slow again. Or vice versa? Fast, then slow?”
I look up from where my eyes are memorizing the small spattering of freckles over her right hip, and she winks at me like the minx she’s not. But maybe she will be, for me and only me.
I lay a sweet kiss to her hip, right over the freckles, claiming them. I nip at the curve of her waist, claiming it. I lick a line between her breasts as I cup them in my palms. Mine, all mine.
Willow reaches behind her back, undoing the tie, and the triangles fall loose from her body. Another tie at her neck has the material fluttering to my floor as she stands topless before me.
“So pretty,” I murmur, teasing over both nipples with my thumbs.
They pearl up instantly, proudly standing at attention to beg for more caresses.
Circling the rosy tips, I fill in my fantasies with the reality of Willow, the color, shape, and weight of her tits in my palms even better than I’d imagined.
“Thank you,” she whispers, her manners instinctual even at a moment like this.
Replacing my hands, I suck as much of her into my mouth as I can, using my tongue to flick at her nipple. She arches again, and I cup her back, forcing her higher, taking more of her. She cries out when I bite down a little on the tender bud.
Worried, I ask, “Too much?”
“No.” She shakes her head vehemently. “More. Faster. Now.”
Needy, greedy, eager girl . . . wanting me the way I want her.
I take her at her word and wrap my arms around her waist, picking her up to lay her on the bed.
The sight of her blonde hair against my navy pillows is a sight I didn’t know would hit me so squarely in the center of my chest, but it looks so right.
Especially when she’s writhing and smiling at me the way she is right now.
I straddle her right leg, my knees trapping her in place, and trace a slow line down her belly with a fingertip, all the way to the ties of her swimsuit bottom.
I pull the suit from her, leaving her naked in my bed.
Seeing her, my blood roars through my ears, my heart races in my chest, and any shred of control I had melts away in tatters.
I pin her arms over her head, holding her wrists to the bed with one hand so I can explore her pussy with my other. “You this wet for me, sweetheart?” I ask when I feel her slippery juices coating her outer lips.
She nods, her teeth digging into her bottom lip.
I shake my head, serious. “Nuh-uh, you can be loud with me. There’s no one to hear you but me, and all I ask for is honesty. Tell me, Willow.”
“I’m always this wet around you.” Her admission escapes as a sigh, and I reward her bravery by petting her clit in a slow circle.
I grind her thigh, letting her feel how hard I am. “I’m always this hard for you too. So damn sexy.” I scan down her body, memorizing every inch of flesh.
I don’t think she believes me. She doesn’t know how sexy she is, but I’ll show her.