6. Wilson
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wilson
She stepped out just as I finished plating the food.
My heart felt like it clenched inside my chest before I could smile. She was so damn pretty. It wasn’t overtly sexy. Joggers, tank top, and cardigan would usually be something I’d think was the opposite of hot, but on her? It was sexier than any other woman wearing lace.
Lana was different. She is mine.
“Hi.” She smiled, and I couldn’t help but grin. I fought the need to put my hand over my heart with how pretty she looked. Instead, I schooled my expression as if this was just another day.
“Better?” I asked, not waiting to look at her reaction to me. I turned and reached for the glasses of wine I’d poured for us.
“A lot. Thank you.” I made my way over to her, and she looked at me like I was holding a snake “What’s this?” she asked as if it wasn’t obvious.
“White wine,” I pointed out, then started to explain, which was crazy since I wasn’t the kind of man who did those kinds of things. “It’s a little sweeter than I usually like, but you might enjoy it.”
In my time watching her, I’d noticed she tended to lean towards sweeter things. The only sweet thing I craved stood right in front of me. Captivated, I watched her eyes drop down to the glass then back to me.
“Oh! Umm, I’m okay—“ she started to turn me down, and I couldn’t help but feel disappointed.
Does she not trust me? I wondered and hated the ugly feeling that settled inside of me. Something changed in her features, and she shook her head and then shrugged.
“I mean thanks. This is really sweet of you.” I wasn’t sure what had changed her mind, but I wasn’t going to question it.
“Dinner’s done.”
“Dinner.” Her eyes skated down to the food I’d plated and then widened. It was obvious she was impressed. It made me want to preen a little with pride. A blush settled over the apples of her cheeks, and fuck me, it was endearing. “Wow, you really do cook!” Our eyes connected, and she winced. “I didn’t mean it in a bad way. I was just?—“
“Surprised?” I guessed, and the blush brightened in color. She nodded and sipped her wine. Looking at those blue eyes from over the glass, I fought the need to adjust my hardening cock. It was fucking hard to keep myself under control around her. Something I wasn’t used to. I was the master of control.
“Let’s sit,” I suggested, taking the food to the table and pulling her chair.
We sat in a comfortable silence for a beat until I started to ask questions. Simple, easy things that had been driving me crazy after watching her so closely. Things I’d assumed but hadn’t asked her to confirm. Like her favorite color. Her favorite snacks. Her favorite music.
We finished dinner, and after she insisted on helping, we cleaned up together. I couldn’t seem to turn down the opportunity to work side by side. We headed to the living room. One glass of wine turned into two. Then three. Before I knew it, the bottle was done, and I was tempted to ask if I should open another but held back. The conversation flowed as easily as our drinks. We talked well into the night, and before I knew it, it was after midnight.
I’d known I was in deep with Lana before, but feeling her hands touch my arm or leg? Being so close there wasn’t any chance of missing any expressions on her face? It was so much more than I could have ever anticipated. I was a goner. She was mine. I was in love with her.
I knew the ease of the night, or a large part of it was thanks to the wine we’d both indulged in, relaxed and a little tipsy, might have loosened our inhibitions, but it was also us being around each other and talking. Really getting to know one another.
If that was all I got these next few days, I’d be more than happy.
The monster between my legs might not be happy with it because the fucker was a selfish bastard, but I would happy. Just being around Lana left me satisfied and content in a way I hadn’t known possible. I’d work our way up to becoming something more, no matter how long it took.
“You know what we should do right now?” she asked, leaning her curvy body into mine.
“Hmm?” I asked, ready for anything if it meant it was with her.
“Dance!” Her hand covered mine while her eyes softened.
Anything but that. I was great at a lot of things, had been privileged to have the best tutors and coaches. But even my grandfather, who’d been a hardass, had told me after three lessons of ballroom dancing that it was okay to quit. I was great at a lot of things, picked up shit most wouldn’t be able to, and quickly. But unfortunately, I’d been born with the rhythm of a deaf person with two left feet. But as she kept talking, all the reasons why I couldn’t dance with her started to fade. The woman was magic and stardust rolled into one.
“One of the best memories I have of my mom and dad…” She shook her head, and I felt my brows bunch together.
“What is it?”
“Nothing, it was stupid.” She took her hand from mine before I could stop her. She glanced out the window and gasped. “It’s really snowing hard!” She stood and walked over to the window. I followed her, standing just behind her. Not enough that our bodies touched but enough that she could feel my heat behind her.
“It’s beautiful,” she whispered, and I couldn’t help but agree with her. But not because I was looking at the snow.
“It is,” I mumbled, and our eyes caught on the reflection of the glass. She was beautiful. And mine! Kiss her, you idiot! Before you talk and put your foot in your mouth again!
“Before my dad left the final time, I remember waking up and seeing them dance in the living room.”
“Why did he leave?” I asked. I couldn’t imagine having a wife and child and walking away.
But then again, before Lana, I wouldn’t have imagined having a kid at all. Now that was all I could think about. Things my grandfather had tried to talk to me about before he passed started to trickle in.
Little dark-haired, blue-eyed kids who looked like her. A family. My mouth ran slightly dry. Holy hell! I wanted a family. I had one, I knew that. I want one of my own. Not just any family—one with Lana.
“My mom says it’s because life was complicated.” Lana shrugged. “Or at least that’s what she would tell me when I was little. Later on…” Lana shook her head. “Turned out my sperm donor liked his trust fund a little more than doing the whole family thing. His parents cut him off because they didn’t think my mom was the right choice for him. They thought it would teach him a lesson about what’s important. Guess he chose.” My jaw clenched. A muscle under my eye twitched. “But that night… I don’t know… I was maybe three? It’s one of the few things I remember about him, about them together. Sweet memory. Better than the other things I remember.”
“What kinds of things?” I pried, knowing it wasn’t any of my business, but I needed to know everything about her.
“Just… things. He wasn’t very nice to her.” She shrugged. Her eyes dropped from mine, and I knew she was focused on the scene outside. It was beautiful, really. The darkness coated with the softness of the gleaming white snow.
“We should go to bed,” she whispered before her eyes returned to mine. “I mean…” Her little bubblegum tongue poked out, skimming over her bottom lip. “I mean I should. Bed. Or couch. Umm…” She turned, but I didn’t move. Neither of us did.
“Come here, beautiful.” I extended my hand and waited.
Everything inside me shouted to take her into my arms.
She was mine. Asking her gave her the choice to say no, and I hated the possibility of her turning me down. But as much as that thing inside of me was in control, it still waited on bated breath for her respond.
Without hesitation, she took my hand. Joy filled every pore of my body as the softness of her palm slid against mine. I stepped backward into the middle of the living room. I didn’t have one damn clue what the hell I was doing.
I wasn’t the kind of man to wax poetic.
Or one who had a romantic bone in his body.
Love songs had no place on my playlists. Or they hadn’t before I’d met her. Lana had changed the way I saw everything. Even music made sense now thanks to her.
Before Lana, if I wanted something, I took it. It had always been that way. You are the master of your own universe , my boy. The old man’s words rang in my head. Lana looked up at me with a waiting gaze, and I reacted. Let my body do the talking, so to speak.
Pulling her close, my hand held hers while the other found its way to her hip, fitting perfectly against the curvature. Like two pieces clicking perfectly together.
That’s when I started to sway.
Slowly.
Side to side.
I dared to glance at her, still so shocked by our size difference. I knew how tiny she was compared to me, but fuck, having her in my arms made me want to be even closer. I didn’t miss the way her eyes warmed up and her lips twitched like she wanted to laugh.
“Are we dancing?” Mischief sparkled in her eyes so damn beautifully I could literally feel myself falling deeper in love. I grunted, not able to trust the tone in my voice. Part of me felt like a dumb kid. Unsure and clumsy, when I was used to being in charge.
“Thank you,” she whispered so softly I almost thought I’d imagined it.
Lana pressed her body closer, resting her cheek against the top of my chest. My head dipped down, and I couldn’t help myself. I breathed in her scent, letting the soft sweetness of it fill my lungs in a way I knew I’d never get enough.
After a while, her hand left mine and rested on my shoulder. My hand dropped to her waist. Dancing had never been my forte, but maybe it was because I hadn’t had the right partner?
I wasn’t sure how long we danced to a song I was almost positive only the two of us were able to hear. It could have been five minutes or an hour. Either way, it wasn’t enough. When her head pulled away from my chest, and our eyes connected, my heart stilled. I knew what Lana was going to do before she did it.
And right or wrong, I wasn’t going to stop her.
Her steps faltered, and we both stopped swaying. It was on the tip of my tongue to ask her what was wrong, but I didn’t. I stayed quiet and waited. Wordlessly, she stood on the tips of her toes, her chest pressed flushed up against mine, and I was weak.
We’d both been drinking. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to happen. But I didn’t stop us when our lips touched. Slowly. Taking in the firm plush feel of her mouth against mine. Lana’s fingers skated to the back of my neck, and I groaned. I loved the fact she was touching me on her own.
“Wils,” she whispered, and I didn’t think. It was like my brain blanked out. I picked her up. Her sexy legs wrapped their way around my waist, the heat of her core hitting my abdomen.
“Lana,” I groaned, resting my hand against the back of her head. I pulled away and watched as her eyes slowly opened. Desire swirled in those beautiful blue eyes of hers along with need.
“What if,” she said, laying root to a seed I’d accidentally planted earlier.
Was it accidental, though?
Wasn’t the possibility of finally being close enough with an excuse the reason for this charade?
A deep-rooted sound vibrated through me. “What if?” she repeated, and I could see the boldness in her eyes start to waver. “What if we did mess around?” she finally said out loud.
It was everything I could have ever hoped for.
But she’d had wine. I’d had wine. Fuck!
“What if,” I repeated, and she nodded. Her gaze was bright with unmistakable passion.
“I mean…” She chewed on her bottom lip. “Before anything happens, I want it to be very clear that this isn’t what you’re paying me for. I’m not a plaything or a call girl.”
“I know that.” I hardly recognized the tone in my voice. My hands clenched tightly around her waist. She wasn’t the last, but I’d make her my plaything for the rest of our lives, and she would beg me for more.
“But…” That but had my dick jerking forward, giving zero fucks about the fact we might be tipsy, but I didn’t want her to regret what we did. “We’re both attracted to one another,” she pointed out, rolling and grinding down on my length.
“It’s snowing. A lot. We might even be stuck here together for a while.” She almost sounded hopeful about it.
Did my sweetness want more time with me?
Had I been running through her mind nonstop since our little fender bender as well?
“Lana,” I tried to warn. My eyes dropped to her swollen lips, and the feral part of me that she’d brought to life wanted to pound on his chest with pride.
She wants us. Take her. Now! he growled. I dropped my forehead against hers. I was so close to having what I wanted, I could almost taste it. But I had a feeling I wouldn’t go there. Not yet.
“We’ve been drinking,” I reminded her, my voice hoarse.
“I’m not drunk.” Her response was exactly what the thing inside my wanted to hear, but I wasn’t sold. Her gaze was glassy and her smile too easy. Almost like she could already read me, she kept speaking. “I want you. I’ve been thinking about this since you left the room so I could change,” she confessed, and I groaned. She was handing herself to me on a silver platter.
“Baby—“
“Unless…” That word hung between us for a second. “You don’t want me.”
“I want you more than I want to fucking breathe,” I confessed roughly.
Then I just reacted.
My feet had a mind of their own. Carefully carrying her like my very own koala wrapped around me, I walked through the main living area of the cabin and straight to the bedroom we would be sharing. I’d purposely ordered they pack up the main one and set up like a storage space.
The smile she gifted me with every step I took would be one I’d always remember. Cherish. Lana had me tied up in knots. Knots I never wanted to get untangled from. But I lost that smile when I set her down just in front of the bedroom door.
“Tomorrow,” I forced myself to say out loud. “Tomorrow.”
“What? Why?” I pressed my finger to her lips because if she asked me to love her tonight, I would. Fucking hell, I would. I wouldn’t give a shit she wasn’t sober. I was only so strong.
“Tomorrow,” I repeated and loved how adorable she looked when she frowned. Her pretty brows bunched together. I could tell she wanted to argue with me, but I wasn’t going to let her. She was already way too damn tempting.
“When I take you, fucking finally have you, I want the two of us stone-cold sober. I don’t want you to ever have a smidge of regret.” She blinked and watched me for a moment, processing what I’d said before she shook her head away from my fingers. I dropped my hand to stroke the side of her face.
“Ever? But this, us, we’re just a fling… for the trip, right?” Yeah, a trip of a lifetime, I wanted to respond, but that would freak her out. Instead, I ignored what she said. I might be trying to be a gentleman, but I wasn’t a fucking saint.
My free hand moved to the small of her back and drew her close to my front. I needed her to know exactly the effect she had on me. Her little gasp was enough proof she understood and felt the hard ridge between us.
“Tonight, though, I’ll give you a taste. Or better yet, you will give me one,” I tried to warn her, but the second her tits touched my chest, it was game over. My head dropped down and my lips fused with hers.
Reunited and doing a dance of their own before I lifted her like a groom would his bride. Fuck, like I would one day soon, if I had anything to say about it. I carried her over the first of many thresholds and didn’t stop until my knees touched the mattress.
I dropped her down on the mattress and watched her kneel in front of me. My greedy hands moved to the buttons of her cardigan and undid them. One by one, until I was pushing the material off, and she helped me. My girl was as needy and hungry for whatever I had to offer as I was to take.
And take I would.
I wasn’t a great man. I’d fucked around too much and done whatever it took to get me where I was in life to be a genuinely good man. But for Lana, I would try. I would do anything for her.
Before I could stop her, she lifted the tank top and pulled it over her head, letting it drop on the bed next to us. Jesus, she looked beautiful. Her hair had fallen out of its ponytail while we’d been talking. Now it was wild from my fingers; waves cascaded over her shoulders. My eyes caressed the sight of her in nothing but white lace, and I couldn’t stop myself. My hand dropped and reached to adjust myself. Gripping it hard to get some kind of relief.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I praised, and she smiled. Squaring her shoulders, she reached behind her. I shook my head. “That’s my job, beautiful.”
“Wils.”
“I love that you call me that.” My lips caught hers to pull and suck on the plump bottom one before letting it go with a pop. “Been waiting so fucking long to hear you call me that.”
“Please,” she begged. Her hands rose and cupped her tits. My jaw clenched at the sight “You wanna take that lacy thing off, sweetness?” I asked, and she nodded. I reached behind her and skimmed the skin around her bra strap. My touch lingered for a moment, stroking her smooth flesh with the pads of my fingers, loving the way her body reacted to my touch.
“You’re so soft. Your skin feels like silk.” I pressed my lips to her neck, right on her pulse point that was thumping away erratically. I loved how her skin broke out into goose bumps. Slowly, with patience I had no idea I had in me, I undid the clips, pulling one strap after the other until she was left topless, kneeling in front of me.
“You’re so damn perfect,” I groaned. Without missing a beat, I pushed her down on the bed and covered her body with mine before taking a nipple into my mouth. Her back arched off the mattress, and she squirmed beneath me. All I could make out were the soft whimpered sounds of pleasure she made while she writhed below me.
“Tomorrow, I’m not going to hold back. So, you’re really going to have to think about giving me you,” I warned between pressing kisses all over her chest.
“Wils! Oh god, please!”
“I’m a greedy bastard, Lana. You should know that about me,” I murmured against her flesh. “Fuck, I love hearing you beg,” I teased.
The pads of my fingers roamed down her front until they reached the waistband of her joggers. Her hand shot out and covered my wrist. I looked up. There was something in her eyes I couldn’t read.
“Second thoughts?” I rasped. My chest rose and fell heavily. The thing inside me shouting in my head to keep kissing her. To convince her not to pump the brakes on this.
“No,” she panted, her breathing uneven. “It’s just… I wasn’t planning on this and, umm…” That pink tinge brightened, and I watched as it moved down her body. Fuck! Her collarbone and the tops of her breasts brightened in that same color, her nipples still taut and straining almost like they wanted my mouth back. “I didn’t, umm, shave or get a chance to wax.”
“Hair?” My brow rose. “That’s what this is about?” My eyes left hers and dipped down to the waistband of her joggers. “You telling me this pretty little pussy is covered and hiding?”
“Oh god!” she groaned. Her hand left mine, and when I glanced up at her, her arm was tossed over her eyes. “This is so embarrassing,” she mumbled. I tsked, shaking my head.
“Look at me, Lana,” I demanded. Like the good girl she was, she did as I asked. “There is nothing to be embarrassed about.” I moved and pressed my lips against her stomach. “You’re beautiful. Shaved, waxed, or natural. Do you understand me?”
“But it’s you!” she squeaked, and I bit away a smile. Maybe she had been thinking about me after all? Maybe my Lana didn’t hate me as much as I’d thought? “You’re probably used to women who get their entire bodies waxed,” she blurted, but I ignored her. No one but her existed for me. My nose flared. I was so damn close to heaven my mouth watered. I liked the idea of her being hairy. Different from the faceless women in my past. I kissed the spot just above her navel before rolling my tongue around it. My lips quirked up with how she squirmed under me.
“You’re the only one who matters,” I rasped. Too unhinged and too damn close to the edge to overthink what I was saying. “No one else but you exists for me, do you understand?”
“Smooth talker,” she mumbled breathily.
“Nothing smooth about the truth, Lana,” I rasped, kissing her stomach again, making sure to roll my tongue around her belly button. She trembled beneath my mouth, and when I looked up at her, I knew there was no turning back. Those beautiful blue eyes that had been haunting me since our accident connected with mine, and I knew my life would be lackluster if I didn’t figure out a way to talk her into spending the rest of it by my side.
“Want me to stop?” I offered. I held my breath until she shook her head. “Need the words, beautiful.”
“Please don’t stop,” she whispered. It was exactly what I needed to hear from her.
My fingers moved under the waistband of her joggers and tugged them down her hips, then her legs. My breath hitched and my pulse quickened with every inch of skin I exposed.
“What’s this?” I asked, leaning over the cute little heart inked just above her knee. Delicate line work, the heart was about an inch and so fucking cute. I bent to press my lips on it and heard Lana groan. “My girl is sweet.”
“Wils, please.” She squirmed.
“Shh, I will take care of you,” I vowed. She just didn’t know I meant for the rest of her life. I glanced down, and my togue was suddenly too big for my mouth. I wiped my lips, afraid I’d drooled.
“Cotton,” I rasped. Lana trembled with need. “Never thought cotton could be this sexy, this sweet… but, Lana, you did it.”
“Oh god,” she moaned. My fingers moved up her thighs, directly to the apex of her legs.
“Look at this little wet spot.” I skimmed the pad of my middle finger over it. My jaw clenched at the warmth beneath my skin. Like an animal unable to control itself, my head dipped lower to nuzzle her sex with my nose, inhaling her feminine scent.
Everything about Lana was addicting.
“Wils,” she panted, and I smiled. I nudged that sweet little sodden spot again with my nose as filthy words started to tumble past my lips.
“You like that, don’t you, Lana? You want more, baby?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll give it to you. Don’t you worry.” I adjusted my body between her legs. “Look at me, baby,” I urged. When our eyes connected, I praised her, “Good girl. You keep looking at me while I eat this pretty pussy. That’s all you gotta do, and I will make you feel so damn good.” Her teeth bit down on the plump flesh of her lower lip just as I hooked a finger, moving her panties to the side.
Unable to keep my eyes on her, I glanced down at her and felt like I could come right then and there. All from looking at her pretty little pussy. Trimmed, dark curls stuck together with the wet sticky nectar her body was dripping.
“Look how wet you are.” My lips tipped up with pride. She’d told me she wanted me, but seeing the proof of it from her body was almost overwhelming. I spread her lips apart, watching her most intimate area bloom like the most beautiful flower.
“Jesus, you’re pretty.” I swiped at her, unable to keep my mouth off her. The taste of honey grew in my mouth, and I growled. If she thought one taste would ever be enough, she was insane.
I could live off her body.
My tongue licked her from her entrance up to her pretty little clit that was so swollen and puffy, almost like it was begging for attention. And I gave it to her. She squirmed and writhed, but my arm clamped down over her abdomen to keep her in place.
“Wils. Oh god! Wilson, please… oh!” Her voice rose higher and higher. I slipped in a finger first, then two.
“So damn tight,” I hissed against her clit. “Tight and mine,” I murmured as I pulled her clit between my lips and sucked.
“Wil-Wils-yes!” she screamed out just as her tight little cunt milked my fingers.
I didn’t stop.
I couldn’t.
Like a fucking animal in heat, all I could think about was seeing her come apart again.
“I can’t! Please!”
“Give me another, Lana. Give me one more, gorgeous.”
“Wils—“
“You can do it, Lana. For me.”
“Please, Wils!”
“I need it, baby. Shit, come for me again,” I pleaded. My hand worked her body, adding a third finger while my thumb teased the little dark hole beneath her entrance.
“Shit!” she squeaked, working her hips.
“Horny little thing.” I grinned like a Cheshire cat, “Look at you!”
“I love when you talk like that,” she gasped, and I growled against her pussy. Licking, fingering, I let the pad of my thumb push in just a little, and that’s all it took to push her over the edge.
“Wils!” she screamed my name as my mouth flooded with her honey.
Breathing heavy, I moved to kneel between her legs.
“I need to come,” I grunted.
“Yes,” she hissed and watched me undo my belt. My cock sprung out like it was a wild animal trying to escape. Lana tried to reach for me, but I was too on edge. I’d already promised the two of us we wouldn’t be going further than a taste tonight. I shook my head after grasping her wrist.
“Let me. Just watch,” I rasped. I liked the idea of her watching me now after doing the same for too long. Sleepy-eyed, she stared at me. One, two, three strokes, and I came all over her belly.
“Lana!” I growled. Ribbon after ribbon splashed against her skin and right onto that sweet little tattoo.
“Mmm.” She sighed happily, and I could have sworn I saw a smile on her lips before she drifted off to sleep.
Exhausted, I fell beside her, tucking her body into mine. Taking in the sight of her, happy and content, I was overcome with so many damn emotions. The biggest was gratitude. I was basically a stranger to her. One who had been a pain in her ass from the moment we’d met. Yet somehow, she knew she was safe with me. To put herself in a vulnerable position knowing I’d make sure she was okay.
It humbled me. The animal inside me couldn’t help himself, though. While she slept soundly, her breathing even and steady, cuddled in close, my hand moved to the soft swell of her stomach. There was something sick and twisted in my head as I stared at my release on her skin.
I didn’t just like it, I loved it there. I wanted to cover her from head to toe with my cum. Mark her any way I could. That was when I did something I’d never done with anyone from my past—I rubbed my release into her skin. When I was done, I covered us.
Come tomorrow, she would be wearing my seed inside and out. Almost like she liked the idea, she opened her eyes for a moment and smiled at me before nuzzling her face into my chest. Fuck, it felt good. Perfect.
I would have thought that finally having my girl in my arms, I wouldn’t be able to fall asleep. That my brain would be running rampant with plans on how to keep her. Hell, if I could figure out how to make it snow forever, I would have, just to stay where we were for the rest of our lives.
But somehow, the magic of Lana wrapped itself around me while I watched her sleep. Mere minutes ticked away before my eyes grew heavy and I slept sounder than I ever had before in the entirety of my life.