Chapter 8
Jace
“I’m still mad at you.” We’re at her car.
She got off twice, once with me sucking on her pretty tits, the second time rubbing her hot cunt on my dick.
It took all I had to hold back. The need to pull her panties to the side, push my boxer briefs down, and slide inside was bone deep.
I held back, though, not sure why, not sure I care to think about the reasoning, either.
Because I know for a fact once her hot lips and sweet-as-sin tongue touch my dick, I’ll take over.
Willow would be on her knees or wedged between my spread thighs, my hands fisted in her hair, and I’d make her stay completely still while I fucked her pretty little mouth.
After I kept her the same way by sucking her pretty tits, she was barely containable, trying to top me from the bottom.
A quick bite down on her nipple, harder than before, didn’t even faze her, in fact, she liked it.
Which meant I doubled down, going back and forth while holding my dick still, watching as she came with my mouth on her nipples.
It was so goddamn beautiful that when I lifted up, allowing her to take control, one orgasm rolled into the next as she rode my dick from beneath me. I gritted my teeth, held back, and didn’t come in my pants like a fucking rookie-ass teenager.
Right when she recovered, squirming until she was on her knees, hands diving into my boxer briefs, her phone rang. She had an alarming look on her face and was scrambling off the bed, shirt still tucked beneath her tits, and digging through her bag to find her phone.
A few long intense moments later, a look of relief flooded her face, and when she told me it was the nurse who looks after her grandma, I put my arms around her, pulled her in for a tight hug.
She took a few deep breaths to regain her composure, and I only knew shit didn’t go sideways because I overheard the conversation, her grandmother is having a good day, and Willow should come over.
“Peaches, want nothing more than your hands and your mouth on my cock. Also know what your grandmother means to you. I’m not keeping you from her, not when she’s asking for you, yeah?”
“Are you real?” I toss my head back, laughing at her question.
“Pretty sure I’m here in the flesh right in front you, Willow.” Her hands slide up my chest, and I bend my knees to get on her level. She’s a tiny thing when it comes to her height. I’m nearly a foot taller than she is, and while it makes for some tricky maneuvering, it also works.
“But are you real, like, is this real life? No other man on this earth would hold back not once but twice. So, you know…” My hands grasp her hips, pulling her between my thighs, allowing her to feel the way my cock burns for her.
I’ve got the biggest case of blue balls I’ve ever had in my life.
Still, not going to take away time with her grandmother.
When she recovered from needing a minute, I pushed her into the bathroom, told her to do whatever she needed, like shower, brush her teeth, figuring she probably had another change of clothes in her bag.
Willow did, then explained the reason behind it, not that she’s used to having what she called spend-the-night parties.
I didn’t ask, she offered the information.
And while we were spilling our guts, I did the same.
Willow Ashford is the first woman I’ve ever brought home, and if I have anything to say about it, she’ll be the only woman, fucking ever.
The best thing about that was while the admission made me look like a grade-A asshole, Willow didn’t judge.
If anything, she looked honored with the way she jumped into my arms and kissed me until we were breathless. It was all the answer I needed.
“I’m real, peaches. Now, go see your grandmother, do whatever it is you need, whether it’s work, heading home to repack your bag, and then come back here or however you handle it.
I get that you have brunch with your family Sunday.
Doesn’t mean I can’t have you until then.
” Truth be told, with today being Friday and the mill finally being fully staffed again, I’m back to normal working hours.
I also got a raise, more vacation pay, and a bonus.
Do I think having regular hours will last?
Fuck no. There’s too much of a turnover rate at Industrial, and I’m not dumb to think otherwise.
“It could be late. After I see grandmother, I have to get some work done and hand it off to my father.” She bites her plush lower lip, turning me on all the more. I’m going to either have to take a cold-as-fuck shower or wrap my hand around my cock and get off.
“Bring your work here. Email that shit. No need to go into the office to be interrupted every damn time someone walks by.” She arches an eyebrow.
“Hmm, is that what you’ve been doing the past couple of weeks?” I’ve walked right into that question.
“Damn straight. Needed my eyes on you, smell your sweet scent, and make sure nobody else was trying to go after my woman.” That brings a sweet smile to her face.
It also has Willow arching into my dick.
Jesus, at least this time, I’m in a pair of sweatpants and not in a pair of jeans that are restrictive as hell.
“Well, then I guess it’s a good thing no one else at Industrial is as good looking as you or that there aren’t a lot of women running around. I’d hate to have to scratch someone’s eyes out.” The feeling is entirely mutual. I also like knowing she’s as territorial about me as I am about her.
“I like when your claws come out to play, peaches.” Her eyes flare with heat, and when I tilt my head to the side trying to decipher what she’ll say next, she nearly knocks me off my damn feet.
“I’ll be sure to dig them in your thighs while I’m on my knees. I’ll text you to let you know how things are going.”
“Looking forward to having you to myself tonight, Willow. I’ll leave the back door unlocked.
Gotta work on the boat a little, maybe take you out on it this weekend.
You in a bathing suit, nothing around us but the sun and water.
” My lips land on hers. She opens for me willingly, moaning into my mouth, and I swallow every last sound.
If I’ve gotta go all day and possibly all night without her, I’m doing it with her taste on my lips, her moans filling my head, and the feeling of her body pressed against mine.
“Jace,” she purrs softly. My forehead meets hers when the kiss is over. I’d rather keep her right here all day, pressed against her car, but she has shit to do, and I’m only prolonging the inevitable.
“Get outta here, peaches, or I’ll do my best to convince you to stay.
” Her hand slides down my bare chest, the tips of her fingers tracing each dip and line of my abdomen, lingering right above the waistband of my sweats.
“Fuck.” I hiss out a breath when she dips her fingers inside, skimming her thumb along the tip, gathering a drop of precum, and now I’m rethinking yanking down her pants, doing the same to mine, and burying myself in her tight wet heat.
“Yum. That should hold me over.” I watch as she slides the digit between her lips, swirls around her thumb, and licks her lips.
“Goddamn it, peaches. You better come back to me, or I’m coming after you,” I groan.
“Promises, promises,” she teases.
“Nah, that’s a goddamn guarantee.” I help her inside her car, smacking her ass while doing so.
She gives a small shriek, smiles over her shoulder, and enjoys every damn second of what we do together.
Today is going to go by slowly as hell, I can already feel it.
I watch as she backs out of the driveway while leaning against my truck, and I don’t leave until her taillights are long gone.