Chapter 23
Another month flies by.
Somehow, I still haven’t gotten enough of him. We spend every second we can steal, slipping between moments like we’re racing time itself. Every kiss, every laugh, every lazy morning tangled in sheets makes me want more. And somehow, even more still isn’t enough.
Which is why I finally break down and text Tish.
Tish Garcia
Hey. Are you busy?
T: For you? Never.
I don’t text back. I call her instead.
“Hey,” I say when she picks up.
“Hey! What’s up?” There’s a smile in her voice, bubbly and curious.
I exhale hard, staring at the ceiling. “Okay. I’m about to tell you something, and you have to swear you won’t tell anyone.”
“Oooh, a secret?” she gasps. “You know I live for this. I’m in.”
I bite my lip. “I’ve been seeing someone. For a while now.”
Tish squeals so loud I have to pull the phone away from my ear. “What?! Who? Tell me everything!”
I close my eyes and say it before I can second-guess myself. “Will Flowers.”
She asks, “As in Sam’s best friend?”
“That’s the one.”
Another beat passes. I can practically hear her blinking in disbelief.
“Am I a terrible person?” I ask quietly.
She doesn’t hesitate. “Absolutely not.”
“But it’s Will, Tish. Sam’s known him since they were kids. This is messy. It’s—”
“It’s life,” she cuts in. “And maybe it’s complicated, but that doesn’t make it wrong.”
I don’t answer right away. Because part of me still wonders if it is wrong. If wanting him this much makes me selfish. If keeping this from Sam makes me a coward.
But Tish’s voice softens. “Listen. Are you happy?”
I press my hand to my chest, where the thought of him lives like a pulse.
“Yeah,” I whisper. “I really am.”
“Then screw the rules,” she says. “Go get your cowboy.”
The next night, we’re back at Will’s place. Dinner half-eaten. Wine mostly untouched. Because the second I sat on his lap, everything else stopped mattering. We’re tangled on the couch, my shirt lost somewhere behind us, his belt hanging open, when he suddenly pauses.
Reaches for my phone.
And gives me a look that makes my pulse skip.
“What are you doing?” I ask, breathless.
He taps the screen and flips it to speaker.
“You need to return a missed call,” he says smoothly.
My brain is slow to catch up. The only person that’s called me today is Tish.
My eyes go wide. “Will—”
“You should be a good friend and call her back.”
He hits dial.
And I barely have time to brace myself before Tish’s voice chirps through the speaker. “Well, well, if it isn’t my sex-starved bestie from BHC. What’s up?”
I scramble for something say.
“Just wanted to know if you were coming in for Christmas?”
Will’s hand slips beneath the cotton of my panties, right to the spot that has my lips parting.
Tish snorts. “I think so. Even though it’s going to be nothing but couples, babies, and lustful looks all around.”
I laugh that turns into a gasp.
“What’s Will up to tonight?”
Will’s smirk is wicked as he leans in, sucking on my neck.
“Just hanging out.”
“Uh huh. If you’re not knocked up by Christmas, I’ll be shocked.”
Will’s eyes gleam.
I slap his chest, mouthing, Do not say anything.
But he just drags his fingers slower.
Deeper.
Tish keeps talking, oblivious. “I swear, there’s something in the water up there. First Charlie, then Olive, and now you. Everyone’s—”
I can’t concentrate.
Not with him touching me like that.
Not with the speakerphone on, his other hand braced behind my back, watching me unravel.
I grip his wrist, teeth clenched. He leans in and whispers, “She has no idea how close you are to coming.”
I whimper softly in response.
“You want me to stop?”
I shake my head.
Tish says something else—laughing, oblivious—and Will takes it further, slipping a second finger inside, watching me squirm. My legs shake.
I reach for the phone with a trembling hand and somehow, somehow, say, “Gotta go, Tish. Love you.”
And I hang up before I scream.
Will tosses the phone to the side and growls, “Now say it. Say you like getting off with your friend on speaker.”
I moan, clutching his shirt. “I love it.”
He grins, then flips me onto my back.
“Good. Because next time?”
He nods toward the phone.
“We’re calling Sam.”
I moan, clutching his shirt, still shaking. “I love it.”
Will’s grin turns feral. Then he flips me onto my back like I weigh nothing, spreading me out beneath him, lips grazing my throat, his voice a low, dark rasp that hums straight through me.
I blink, breath catching. “You wouldn’t—”
“Oh, sugar,” he murmurs, dragging his fingers down my belly, “you have no idea what I’d do.”
His hips press into mine, already hard again. His hand cups between my thighs, stroking me slow and filthy, like he owns every inch of me.
“You think this is about teasing?” he whispers. “It’s not. It’s about making sure you know how much I want you.”
He dips his head, teeth grazing my ear.
“Next time we’re on the phone with him, I’m gonna be inside you. Deep. Bare. And I’m not pulling out.”
I gasp, body arching against him.
“Gonna keep you full, Phern. Stuff you so full of me you’ll feel it for days. You’ll be dripping down your thighs trying to answer your brother like nothing’s wrong.”
My breath stutters. “Will—”
He keeps going, relentless.
“Know what I think about when I’m buried in you?” he rasps. “How good you’d look round and aching. How I’d fuck you even when you're full. Especially when you're full.”
His lips brush mine.
“I want to see your belly swell with me inside you. I want the whole damn town to know who put that look on your face. Who ruined you.”
I moan.
“I’ll fill you again and again until it sticks, sugar. Until your body doesn’t know how to be anything but mine.”
He slides inside me in one long thrust and my cry echoes in the room.
And just before I lose myself again, he groans at my ear, “Next time you’re on the phone, it’ll be while I’m trying to put a baby in you.”
We're still a mess on the couch when Will leans back, chest heaving, pupils blown wide with heat and something darker.
He picks up the phone again.
My stomach flips.
“Don’t,” I warn, though I already know I want him to.
He grins like a man who knows he’s got me. “You said you loved it.”
“That was Tish.”
“And this would be Sam.”
“Will.”
He runs his hand between my legs again, knowing and possessive. “You said I’d be the one falling apart. So let’s see how you do with real stakes, sugar.”
I stare at him, heart pounding.
He unlocks the phone. Scrolls to Sam’s name. And pauses.
“This is it,” he says, voice low. “Tell me to stop, and I will. No shame. No games.”
But I don’t tell him to stop. Because there’s a part of me that wants the risk. That lives for the way it feels to belong to someone like this so completely and recklessly.
So I whisper, “Call him.”
He doesn’t hesitate. The line rings once. Twice.
My heart hammers in my throat. I shift in Will’s lap, trying not to drown in how I already feel.
Then Sam answers over the speaker.
“Hey, man. What’s up?”
Will presses his mouth to my shoulder, lips curling. “Just checking in. You good?”
I clamp a hand over my mouth, because Will hasn’t stopped touching me.
He’s slow with it. A single finger tracing circles. It’s feather-light, cruel, and devastating.
“Yeah, just got back from checking on Sam Jr,” Sam says. “I was about to catch the game with Charlie.”
“Nice,” Will says easily. “Still planning to stop by the bar this weekend?”
His fingers dip lower.
I bite my lip, hard.
“Yeah,” Sam says. “You gonna have the new tap hooked up?”
Will just grins and says, “Already done. Phern helped me earlier.”
Sam laughs. “Oh really? You’re putting her to work?”
“Oh, she’s been working hard.”
Will’s fingers slide inside me. Three this time. I gasp, and he kisses my neck to cover the sound.
“You all right?” Sam asks suddenly.
Will raises an eyebrow, like he’s daring me. Can you keep it together, sugar?
I grip his shoulder, breathless. His hand barely moves, but it doesn’t have to. Not when he knows exactly how to touch me. The teasing pressure between my legs has me seconds from falling apart, and he knows it.
“I’m good,” he says smoothly into the phone, like he’s not wrecking me with every slow pass of his fingers. “Just distracted.”
Sam’s voice buzzes through the speaker, rambling about a game I can’t follow. Something about cattle feed. Or a new distributor. I don’t know. Don’t care. Not with Will's mouth at my ear and his fingers dragging heat through every nerve in my body.
“You gonna come while your brother’s talking about beer?” he murmurs, voice low and dark, laced with sin.
I shake my head, eyes wide, pleading silently.
Will curls his fingers just right and I slap a hand over my mouth to stifle the whimper that rips from my throat.
He leans back with that wicked smirk, still talking to Sam like nothing’s happening, like I’m not trembling in his lap.
Then, without warning, he shifts, grabs my hips, and motions for me to move.
To take him.
My breath hitches.
Slowly, shakily, I lift my hips and guide him in. Inch by inch. And when he’s fully inside me, I almost lose it.
Will’s eyes stay locked on mine as Sam talks on, oblivious.
“Yeah, I they’ll go far this season,” Will says, not a single hitch in his voice.
He lifts his hips into me once, deliberately slow, and I nearly cry out.
“You feel that?” he whispers. “You’re sitting on my cock while your brother tells me about basketball. And you’re soaking me.”
I bury my face in his neck, biting down to keep from moaning.
“Go ahead,” he murmurs. “Move.”
I do.
Slowly at first.
But every roll of my hips sends sparks up my spine, and Will’s hands tighten on my thighs like he’s barely holding it together.
His voice dips again, only for me. “You gonna come like this, sugar? Quiet and messy, grinding on me while he talks about scores and fantasy leagues?”
I can’t speak. Can’t breathe.
“You better not make a sound,” he growls, grinding up into me again. “Or he’s gonna know I’ve got my cock buried so deep in you, you can’t even think straight.”
My body’s already unraveling, trembling as the orgasm builds. It so forbidden that I know it’s going to be the best one I’ve had yet.
And all the while, Sam’s voice keeps going in the background. Completely unaware.
Will’s hand grips my hip, steadying me as I roll my hips over him, slow and silent, every inch of movement driving me closer to the edge.
Sam’s voice filters through the speaker like a cruel backdrop, talking about ordering a new cooler for his barn, maybe hosting a poker night. It’s something normal, something mundane. All while my entire body is strung so tight I could snap.
Will is deep inside me, still, thick, twitching with the effort not to thrust up hard.
His mouth brushes my ear.
“You’re shaking,” he whispers, fingers digging in. “You gonna lose it while your big brother’s talking about pork sliders?”
I nod.
He bites my shoulder. “Then do it. Be a good girl and come on my cock while Sam finishes his grocery list.”
My hands clutch his shirt, knuckles white. I try to stay quiet.
I try.
But the pressure’s unbearable.
One more slow grind and I break.
The orgasm crashes over me—hot, fast, and violent. My whole body seizes, breath gone, sound caught in my throat. I bury my face in Will’s neck and bite down hard to stay silent.
And he doesn’t stop.
He grips my waist and keeps me moving, keeps whispering filth in my ear as I fall apart in his lap.
“That’s it,” he rasps. “So fuckin’ good for me. So wet. So perfect. You’re mine, sugar. Mine. And now I’m gonna put a baby in you.”
On the phone, Sam finally pauses.
“You okay?” he asks. “You sound kinda out of breath again.”
Will chokes back a laugh.
I squeeze his arm in warning.
“Just hot in here,” Will says, clearing his throat. “AC’s busted again.”
There’s a pause.
“You need to get that fixed,” Sam mutters.
“Yeah,” Will says, looking straight at me, voice smug and dark. “Definitely. Things are heating up.”
I mouth, You’re the worst.
He grins.
And finally Sam wraps up the call.
“Anyway, I’ll catch you this weekend.”
Will hangs up.
Silence crashes down like a wave. Then I hit him.
“You’re insane.”
“You loved it.”
“I’m never going to be able to look my brother in the eye again.”
Will just grins, hands sliding back under my shirt, already hard again.
“Guess we better give you something else to think about.”
And, damn him, he does.