Chapter 27 #2
Katelyn snorts. “Ours is over the tub in our bathroom. No worries about anyone seeing it. Mark wouldn’t let anyone in there, anyway. Even if they needed to pee, he’d send ’em outside, not into our room.”
“What about Shay and Rix?” I muse aloud, curious.
“Shay’s is probably up in the barn for everyone and God to see. Or maybe in Luke’s office?” Sophie suggests.
“Hmm, I’m betting Rix’s is hanging in Brody’s bedroom. She would definitely not want it where any of the guys who work at her shop could catch a glimpse. She works too hard for them to forget she’s female and a better mechanic than they are.”
“What about yours?” Sophie asks.
I can feel my cheeks blush, the heat burning high and bright.
“I, uh . . . I hung it in my bedroom. Bobby . . . liked it.” That’s putting it mildly.
When he saw the dark silhouette of my curves kneeling on my bed, he’d gently traced the lines, his breath coming faster and faster with every inch.
Then he’d flashed me a heated grin and asked me to sign it for him.
Artist, model, and his. I’d done it with a giggly laugh, having never imagined that anyone would appreciate my photography the way he does.
I look at the wall of photos again. Somehow, that crazy night had turned out some beautiful work.
Of course, it’s not hard when the subject I’m photographing is beautiful inside and out, like this family.
“I’m feeling like it’s a Special Sweet Tea night,” Mama Louise says from the kitchen.
“Oh, God, don’t make a rookie mistake,” Sophie warns me. “It’s stronger than it seems. Pretty sure that’s how I got Cindy Lou.” Her grin says she doesn’t mind that at all.
I think I’ll take it easy on whatever this magical concoction is, though. Maybe have some water like Sophie does, though she claims it’s because she’s gonna have to drive drunk James home.
That night, after a long shower to wash the day away, Bobby pulls the covers back for me to climb into his bed. It’s late, and work will start dark and early for him, but he seems on edge as I snuggle into his side.
My head rests on his chest, and his fingers dance along my shoulder in those patterns that have come to bring me joy, a sign that he’s thinking, singing, playing in his mind.
“Tell me, Bobby.” I give his words back to him, hoping they work as well for me as they do for him.
I feel his chest vibrate as a small laugh rumbles through him. Then he squeezes me tightly, pulling me on top of him. Our eyes meet, his dark to my gray, and one of his thick fingers gently brushes my hair behind my ear.
“Nothing is going to change, right?” he asks softly.
I’m surprised by the scared, uncertain sound of his voice. I press a tiny kiss to the tip of his nose. “Nothing has to change unless we want it to. This is a big opportunity, but you decide what to do with it.”
His nod is a vow. “I promise nothing will change. You and me forever, Willow. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
I can feel the moment stretch, meaning woven through it. We’re on the verge of a cliff, about to jump off into open air. We’re holding hands, jumping together, but that’s a small comfort to the natural fear of both falling and flying.
But for now, we’ve got both feet on steady ground, the foundation of us sure and firm.
“You’re going to be a big star, Bobby Tannen. But for now, you’re still mine. All mine,” I whisper.
“That won’t ever change.” His tone is serious, but I want to ease his worries, not let him fall deeper into them.
I pull my glasses off, dropping them to the nightstand, and he takes the hint, changing tones.
“What are you going to do with me if I’m all yours?
” He’s baiting me, teasing himself as he lifts his hips beneath me.
I can feel his hardness pressed to my center, and I move up and down, letting the ridge of him massage my clit and down toward my opening. “Mmm.” I moan at how good he feels there, wanting more. But first . . .
I throw the blankets off, moving down Bobby’s body, pressing kiss after kiss to each inch of warm skin I discover—his sharp jaw, the muscles of his pecs, his sternum, his ribs as he gasps and his belly goes tight. My nails score down his thighs as I get lower.
“Willow?” he groans from above me.
I look up his body, smiling sweetly and then sticking my tongue out to lick a slow circle around the crown of his dick.
“Mmm.” The sound he makes is low in his chest as his hips unconsciously thrust up for more. One of his hands cups my head, and he traces my lip with his other thumb. “Tell me.”
“I want to taste you,” I whisper so quietly I’m not sure he can even hear me, but he does. Of course he does.
“Do it, sweetheart.”
I take him into my mouth, feeling his hardness slide over my tongue an inch at a time. More and more, I swallow him down. Breathing through my nose—thanks, Katelyn—I let him slip into my throat. I move up and down his length over and over.
His breath goes jagged, and he folds his arms behind his head, using the pillow to prop himself up. I open my eyes, meeting his, and his grin is pure, wicked desire as he watches me take him into my mouth.
Again and again, I consume him, am consumed by him.
He gets closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy, losing control and moving with me, encouraging me faster, deeper, harder.
His hands move, one threading back into my hair to control my head and the other holding the base of his shaft as he fucks my mouth.
I moan at the sensation of being under his control.
Mostly, I cry out at being his, the only one who can bring him this pleasure.
“Now.” The grunted warning comes a split second before he does, his release hot and salty. I gulp him down, wanting every drop. He shudders, tapping his head against my tongue with a satisfied smirk.
“Come here.” His hands reach under my arms, pulling me up to him. He kisses me fully, not caring that I just swallowed him down.
After one deep, thorough kiss, he keeps pulling and pushing, arranging me the way he wants me.
I end up on my knees, straddling his face as he reclines on his pillow.
Gripping my hips, he stares at my center.
“I want you to ride my face, fuck my mouth with this sweet pussy until you come on me. I wanna drown in you.”
I don’t know what to say to that, but I do as he says and move my hips over him. His tongue laps at me, tasting my skin and juices hungrily. He focuses on my clit, one of his thick fingers filling me in time with the circles his tongue makes. I cry out, quickly on the edge myself. “Bobby!”
He grunts, taking his finger away and holding me tight to his mouth as I come. My hips buck over and over, searching for the release only he can bring me.
Before I’ve even finished coming, I’m flying through the air to land face down on the bed. Bobby’s hands grip my hips, pulling them back so that my cheek is pressed to the pillow and my ass is lifted back toward him. Panting for breath, I manage to gasp as he shoves inside me.
“Yes,” he hisses as my body gives way to his welcome invasion.
I bounce against him, his hips slamming into my ass with every thrust. It’s rough and powerful, but his words are sweet. “You and me, Willow. Nothing will ever change. You and I are going to tackle the world. Tell me, sweetheart.”
“You and me, Bobby. I love you.”
He grunts out a sound that I think is ‘I love you too’, and then he takes me harder and faster. The bed slams against the wall, and I’m thankful that Brody and Rix aren’t here tonight, not that I would stop Bobby even if they were in the hallway listening in. I can’t. I want this too much.
We’re making promises with our bodies, writing vows with our hearts. He’s getting his dream come true, and I’ll chase it with him because I’ve already got mine.
Bobby. Unc being okay and our family reconnected. My photography work. Home. Friends. So many things I didn’t even know I was missing. But now that I have them, I can’t imagine life without them.
We come at the same time, jumping off the cliff into the free fall of the future to fly together.