Chapter 11 Jace
Jace
“Takin’ you out on the bike tomorrow. Did you pack a pair of jeans, or are we stopping by your place first?
” We’re in bed. She’s naked, I’m naked, and both of us are mutually satisfied.
Willow cooked dinner tonight, true to her word, and I was blown the hell away.
I’m not sure how she came up with what she did with what I had, but the garlic herb chicken with mashed potatoes and glazed carrots was so damn good I ate two plates.
I cleaned up the kitchen while she took a shower, and then I had no problem joining her.
I washed her, she washed me, and by the time we were finished, we were both greedy for one another.
I picked her up, carried her out of the bathroom, and tossed her on the bed.
Instead of lying there with her legs spread, she got up on her knees, hands going to my chest, and asked if she could ride my face while she sucked my cock.
Those words ver-fucking-batim. I damn near came right there on the spot.
I sucked her clit, fucked her pussy with my fingers, and pressed a thumb to her ass, testing my luck to see what she likes best, and I wasn’t even surprised when she rode me harder anytime I inflicted a bit of pain with her pleasure.
I didn’t stop working her until she climaxed so hard, she ripped her mouth off my cock, used her hand to keep up the momentum, and nearly collapsed.
I’d been more than willing to use my hand or to flip her onto her back to use her pretty tits to slide my cock between.
In true Willow form, she gathered her wits and took me like I’ve never had before.
Hands, mouth, swallowing me when I groaned, and she didn’t stop until she’d sucked every last bit of my come until I had nothing left to give.
Willow drained me dry twice, and I’m pretty sure I could go again with just a crook of her finger.
“You have a bike?” She lifts up from my chest, hair tumbling over her shoulders, one curl circling the pebbled tip of her nipple.
“Yeah. 1995 Springer Softail Harley Davidson.” I traded my last bike for this one, wanting more comfort for longer distances and less speed. My mother and sister breathed a sigh of relief. Jade probably more than mom after the wreck Locke was involved in.
“So, that’s what you’re hiding in the garage.” Her hand rests on my chest.
“Not sure I’m hiding it, but tomorrow, it’s you me and the open road.” I’m going to keep her mind off the fiasco that will no doubt happen Sunday morning.
“Well, in that case, it’s a good thing I packed a pair of jeans and closed-toe shoes.
” The next order of business is making sure she has a sturdy pair of boots and a leather jacket.
I did one of those get-it-to-you-in-two-hours-or-less deals earlier in the day for her helmet as well as a different seat to have her sitting behind me.
I’ve still got to attach the thing, but I figure tomorrow morning, while she’s hopefully still asleep, it won’t take long to get it fixed up.
“Good. You ever been on the back of a bike?” I ask.
I had plans on taking her on the boat all day tomorrow, pack a cooler, grab a couple of rods, and stop at the bait store on the way out to a honey hole, but since the problem I’ve been working on is more of a headache than I initially thought, it’ll be another few days before it’s fixed.
The damn steering cable snapped. A loss of steering is a pain in the dick.
The only good part about this fiasco is that I was right in the channel when I realized what happened.
I had to manually steer it back to the dock, and with my heavy schedule, it sat until I could get to it.
The process isn’t terrible, more or less tedious with having to disconnect the broken cable at the motor before doing similar at the helm, and with Willow coming back to me earlier than anticipated, it meant putting that off and working on something else.
I’m not complaining in the least, which is why we’re taking the bike out tomorrow. My mom always joked that I’d never give her grandchildren because my toys are my babies. She’s been right for a long time 'til now. This woman in front of me has changed my way of thinking entirely.
“Nope, but have to say I’m excited. Anything I need to do or know?” I run my fingers through her hair, tugging on it gently, watching as her eyes shudder.
“Is that the only thing you’re excited about, peaches?
” My cock stirs, and while I’d love nothing more than to take Willow to her back, there’s something to be said about waiting.
Plus, the woman sucked my cock twice today.
I’m damn near depleted of energy and need a breather before she gets all of me.
“Not at all, but this self-imposed waiting game is killing me.”
“Willow, don’t really like talking about my past, especially with you naked and in bed with me. Then there’s all the good we’ve had, and I want us to continue to do so. I’m worried what I have to say will make you realize I’m not the amazing guy you’ve thought all along.” Her brow furrows.
“Are you secretly married or have a girlfriend I don’t know about, a love child you’re keeping away from me? The last part, I would get, holding back a piece of you.” She, more than anyone, would understand that with the way her parents fucked up her childhood by being selfish pricks.
“None of that. You haven’t met my mother or my sister, but they’d box my ears and disown me if I ever did something like that.
” I take a deep breath, hoping this doesn’t blow up in smoke right before my eyes.
“I’ve got a past. Never settled down, never did anything too serious.
I never led anyone on. Not that much of an asshole.
They knew the score. Once and done. Not the proudest. Shit changed about a couple of months or so ago, and the appeal was lost to me.
My best friend and sister got together behind my back.
I handled it terribly. When my sister called me on my shit, much like we often do to one another, it got me to thinking about what I wanted in life.
“I quit going out. The appeal was gone. Then, a couple of weeks ago, this fox of a beauty shows up at a time in my life when I’m thinking about turning in my notice and saying fuck it to everything.
Shit, still have those thoughts about Industrial more than I care to admit.
Anyway, that’s the reason why, while I’d love nothing more than to slide between your thighs, I want you to know this is real.
Not letting you go now that I have you, peaches. ”
“Jace McKay, could you be any more perfect?” Her hand cups my jaw, and she dips her head, lips grazing mine.
“From the very moment I laid eyes on you, you had me. Never once did I think about your past. Everyone has one, and as much as we don’t want to acknowledge it, we do.
What I’m not doing is delving deep or asking questions.
The women before me mean nothing. And the men before you mean nothing, either.
If I knew you didn’t care and care deeply, offering up test results to protect me from yourself, shielding me from my family, and providing shelter when I need it most, I wouldn’t be here right now.
” I close my eyes, unbelieving that the woman in front of me is giving me grace.
Though, I shouldn’t be surprised, because Willow Ashford is the fucking shit.
“Wasn’t going to be a dick and keep shit from you, peaches.
” The whole testing situation was simple, really.
I go about getting tested yearly for insurance purposes, but once I put the other shit to rest, I did it again and had it readily available on my phone.
“Also knew this between you and me is going somewhere. Might have had some alternate reasoning, like taking you bare.”
“Then it’s a good thing I have birth control covered, because I don’t want anything between us.” Willow takes control of the situation. Fuck, it’s a beautiful sight.