Chapter 14 Jace
Jace
“Jesus,” I murmur against Willow’s heated flesh. She woke up wet and aching with a side of worry. I didn’t even say good morning. Her back was pressed to my chest, my thigh wedged between hers, and she arched back in that way telling me what she needed without saying a single word.
I flipped her onto her back and kissed her until we were breathless, her hands digging into my hair, legs locked around my waist, and her hot little pussy grinding along the underside of my cock.
I worked my way down her curvy little body, paying homage to her peach-scented skin.
Fuck, she goes to my head faster than anything I could have ever dreamed of.
No shot of whisky, no rush of adrenaline from riding my bike, not a single fucking thing makes me feel the way I feel when I’m with her.
I’ve had love before, got a mom and sister who show it to me on the daily. Even when they give me some much-deserved hell. But the love from a good woman? There’s nothing better. Willow Ashford has wiggled her way into my heart and soul in a short period of time.
I moved my mouth to her nipples, sucking, biting, and licking each delicious tip. Willow tried to get me to move lower, but I wasn’t allowing it. I wanted to take my time, work her up to turn her head off, and chase the worries away.
Christ almighty, Willow coming on my cock is magical. Watching as she comes from sucking on her cherry-red nipples is even better, but when she comes on my mouth, cunt squeezing my fingers, and sucking the tip of my digit into her ass?
It’s goddamn amazing.
“Jace.” I flutter my tongue against her clit.
Her hands tighten their hold in my hair.
She’s got her feet flattened on the mattress, and each in and out thrust of my fingers has her lifting her ass up to chase her impending climax.
I don’t just look, I fucking worship, using my thumb to pull her open, exposing more of her pink glistening folds.
The sight before me is hot enough to tear a growl from my chest. I lean in, my hot breath hitting her sensitive flesh before my tongue even touches her clit.
Her fingers clench the sheets beneath her when I curl my two fingers inside her and swirl my tongue around her tight bud in punishing circles.
The onslaught of sensations is slowly pushing her to edge.
I pick up my pace and suck her clit with strong pulls.
My groan vibrates and has her body locking up further.
Willow’s pussy clamps down on my fingers as she shatters, hips bucking uncontrollably against my mouth, and I don’t pull away.
I drink her in, taking every last drop she has to give, stroking her through her tremors.
I wouldn’t miss this for fucking anything.
My eyes travel the length of her body, skin flush and pupils blown out from her climax.
“Take your time getting ready, peaches. Gonna make you a cup of coffee while you’re getting ready.
” I place a soft kiss on her clit, plant the palms of my hands on the mattress, and lift my body up.
My cock is rock hard, and she looks at it with longing.
“Not enough time. Later,” I mutter against her thigh.
“Jace, that’s not fair.” Willow sits up, breasts bouncing, inner thighs coated with her wetness.
“Willow, this isn’t about fair. This is about me taking care of my woman.” I hop out of bed, leaving her to get ready while I grab a pair of sweats and head to the kitchen.
“Feel better?” I ask twenty minutes later when she walks into the kitchen. I’ve got a cup of coffee at the ready for her as well as a croissant. I know she’s going to eat with her parents; doesn’t mean she needs to show up with an empty stomach.
“Not in the least. My gut is screaming at me, and I don’t like what it’s saying.” I’m leaning against the counter, my legs spread, hand holding a mug of my own. Willow comes to stand between my thighs, her palm sliding up my bare chest and landing on my heart.
“Hate that you’re going at this alone.” I put my coffee down, grab her hip, and give it a gentle squeeze before sliding down to see what she’s wearing beneath the pretty fabric of her dress.
The small band tells me it’s a pair of those fancy lacey panties she likes so much.
Fuck, I love them even more, especially when I get to take them off her.
“I do, too. I’d much rather be with you, and if Grandmother were in a better frame of mind, introduce you to the woman who means so much to me.” Fuck, I want that.
“Soon, even if it’s a quick hello. Still gotta introduce you to my family. Hell, they’ll probably like you more than they like me.” I try to lighten the mood, and judging by the tilt of her lips and the soft smile, I’d say it’s more than working.
“I highly doubt it. My father is your boss and holds the purse strings, which doesn’t make me feel any better.” She worries her bottom lip, and I tug it away before she causes the bruise that she’ll assuredly give it.
“I’m not worried about my job, peaches. Neither should you.
Can always work somewhere else. Could start my own business or change careers altogether.
I’m not hurting. I’ve been smart, lived within my means, even with all the toys.
Only owe a few more years on the house before it’s paid off.
All the other stuff is bought and paid for.
Put in a lot of years at the mill. I could retire from there, not draw a pension, work somewhere else for another twenty and have two flows of income when it’s all said and done.
” A look of wonder enters her eyes. A lot of people my age don’t have their shit locked down like I do.
But when you were raised by a single mom, watched her work tirelessly, you learn from them, sadly.
“I clearly need to have a meeting with your financial advisor, and I’m an accountant. You’ve got a rock-solid plan, Jace. Still doesn’t mean I have to like the thought of William Ashford II making a stink about us being together and you potentially having to pivot your career.”
“Don’t take that on. You’ve got enough on your plate.
But I’ll introduce you to Jude. He’s not a financial advisor but dabbles in technology, and by dabbles, I mean he’s a tech genius.
Also got a friend who owns his own law firm.
He specializes in probate, still, he’ll draw shit up when we need it.
Between Jude and Matthew, they’ve helped me along the way.
” I’m actually meeting with them once Willow is on her way.
Two birds, one stone. Since I can’t fix this for her at this damn brunch thing, I can bring in a couple of friends who are more than willing to do a little research for me.
“Well, in that case, maybe I should meet with them. I’ve got a few investments that have been sitting and not accruing much interest. You know, once the dust settles.”
“Whenever you want, peaches.” I drop a kiss to her nose. The clock on the stove tells me she’s gotta get out of here if she’s going to be on time. “Come on, I’ll walk you to your car.”
“Ugh, I’d rather miss this and stay here, put on a bathing suit and enjoy the sun while you work on the boat.” Fuck, now she’s gonna leave me with a hard-as-fuck cock. I should be used to this by now, because the moment the woman breathes near me, I’m ready to take her any way I can have her.
“That’ll be happening, Willow, really fucking soon.” I’m on for seven days, off for five days, unless we’re short-staffed. Then I’m there a hell of a lot more. Willow’s job there is a bit more flexible with only going into the office a few days a week.
“I look forward to it.” I pull her into my body, hugging her while also allowing her to feel what the thought of her sitting on the boat while watching me work in a barely-there bikini is doing to me.
“Me too.” My lips meet hers in a bruising kiss.
Her taste is going to have to last me for a while.
There’s no telling how long this family meeting will last or how soon I’ll get her back.
One thing is for certain: I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure when she comes back to me, everything will be a-o-fucking-k.