Chapter 3
Chapter Three
WILL
“ G od, I fucking love you, Trouble.”
Those were the words I needed to hear.
Confirmation that she’s mine .
That she always will be.
And that even those men who were just in here laying down some very blatant threats they’ll have no problem following through on can’t do anything to separate us.
She would put bullets in their heads without thinking twice in order to protect herself or me, and that’s so fucking hot it makes my cock twitch inside her.
I draw my hips back and slam home again.
Any semblance of control I may have had, that tiny single thread I was clinging to, snaps, unleashing a year and a half of animalistic instinct to reclaim her.
I plunge into Em over and over again, fucking her like it’s the only thing keeping either of us on this planet.
Because right now, it’s the only thing I care about.
I slide my hand from her chin down around her neck and tighten my grip the way she likes it. She moans, the vibration against my palm making my balls draw up tight.
It won’t be long now.
Not when she’s this worked up.
I kiss the side of her neck and lick and nip at her damp skin. Her body trembles harder, her grip on the keg making the metal rattle against the old wooden floorboards.
Her pussy clenches around me, and I pound into her.
Ruthlessly.
Relentlessly.
The way we both need it.
Sliding my free hand across her stomach and between her legs, I find her clit and roll my fingers against it the way I know she loves.
A frustrated whimper falls from her lips and rumbles against my palm.
I take that bundle of nerves between my thumb and forefinger and pinch.
Emilia gasps, and I tighten my hold on her throat as her orgasm slams into her. Her entire body goes rigid before she spasms and undulates against me. My cock throbs as her pussy clasps and grips at me desperately until it finally draws out my own release.
I come deep inside her.
Pushing once.
Twice.
Three more times until I’m finally done.
She starts to sag forward, but I pull my hand from between her legs and slide it over her stomach, keeping her upright with my dual grip.
Her body continues to twitch as she gasps for each breath against my hand. I kiss her ear, then slowly suck the lobe between my teeth and bite down.
“Fucking hell, Trouble…can you stand without my help?”
She nods against my hold. “Y-yes. Why?”
I release her and retreat, groaning as my cock slides from inside her pussy.
Her head whips to the side, and she peers over her shoulder at me in question. Before she can say another word, I tug up my jeans as I sink down to my knees behind her.
Heat flares in her gaze as I turn and drop onto my ass, shifting back against where her jeans still stretch between her ankles.
“You better hold on tight, Trouble. I told you I was desperate to taste your cunt, and I’m not waiting any longer.”
I lift my head between her spread legs and latch onto her without preamble.
The salty taste of my release mixing with her sweet, musky one makes my hard cock ache even though I just came.
Fuck. I love this woman.
She issues a slow, long moan and rocks forward against the keg. It rattles but keeps her upright as I slide my left hand up to grip her ass and hold her in place. I glide the other up her inner thigh to slip two fingers inside her soaked cunt.
Em groans as my fingers find that spot deep inside her and curl.
Right.
There.
Her body already starts to tense with my ministrations, and I lick at every inch of her, then over her engorged clit.
She bucks, grinding down against my face. “God, Will…”
“That’s it, baby.” I groan against her wet flesh, wishing I could drown in her like this forever. “Take it. Take whatever you need.”
Each roll of her hips drives her harder against my probing tongue and seeking mouth.
I completely devour her and all the evidence of the fact that we’re back together. The physical proof that she loves me as much as I do her and has forgiven me for having to lie to her.
Her legs start shaking again, and I grip her ass tightly, helping hold her steady as she rides my face, racing toward another release.
She grinds her cunt down, the frantic desperation matching my own to see her unravel again.
I flick my tongue rapidly over her clit, and she clenches her pussy around my fingers as I thrust them in and out, curling and dragging and working her right back up until I can tell she’s primed and ready to blow again.
It doesn’t take long for her to do just that.
She gasps and stills, crying out, her cunt clasping as her release washes down my throat.
I drink down every last drop, laving her flesh, wishing I could make this last forever and ignore any world beyond that door.
One that still holds a lot of danger I never wanted her exposed to.
She finally unleashes her death grip on the keg and threads her fingers through my hair, pulling my face away from her cunt. “Stop, too sensitive…”
I chuckle low and lick my lips, her searing gaze meeting mine as she looks down at me.
So many things fill her caramel eyes.
Love.
Lust.
Longing.
Need.
I turn my head and gently kiss her inner thighs, making her twitch.
All the way up and down one, then the other.
Dragging my tongue across the goosebumps left in the wake of my lips.
I give one last lick at the dewy evidence of what just happened still spread across her cunt.
She twitches and tightens her grip on my hair, tugging on it—a sign that no matter how much I’d love to live between her legs, there’s a very real world waiting for us outside that door.
I reluctantly shift out from underneath her, then climb to my feet. My ribcage heaves with deep breaths as I savor the flavor of her still coating my tongue. I turn to face her and press my hard cock between her hot ass cheeks.
Em moans, dropping her forehead between her hands splayed across the keg.
I chuckle. “You’re coming home with me tonight.”
She nods but doesn’t manage to say anything before the door flies open.
Fuck!
Terror seizes my chest as I reach for the gun, but familiar, bright red hair stops my hand halfway there.
“Jesus Christ, Mom!”
Mom whips her head toward the bar, covering her eyes, then clears her throat. “Well, I guess this means you two are back together, huh?”
“Mom!”
You have got to be fucking kidding me…
Her lips twitch into a grin. “You better get the fuck out here. You left Manny alone at the bar, and he’s scrambling. Dad and I are helping, but?—”
“Give me a fucking minute!”
She smirks and tugs the door closed.
I collapse against Emilia and kiss her cheek. “I have to go. Take a minute, if you need it.”
God knows I could use one—or ten—to try to pull myself together.
She bobs her head slightly, easing up on her elbows as I pull back, tucking my cock into my jeans.
Em glances over her shoulder, her focus zeroing in on the very obvious bulge straining against the confining denim. “But what about you?”
Emilia
Will tugs me away from the keg and turns me to face him. His lips find mine in a deep, hard kiss that mimics the same way he just fucked me.
And God, I want more.
I want to give myself over to him.
To this.
I want to fall back into all of it again.
It’s as if I’ve been starved and finally given a taste of the most addictive thing in the world.
I reach down and cup his hard length pressing against his jeans.
Will groans into my mouth. “Baby, I am more than content to have just fucked you and eaten your cunt.” He pulls back and brushes his thumb across my lips. “I’ll have your pretty mouth around my cock later tonight. I promise you that.”
Despite having come twice, my pussy clenches at his promise and my mouth waters to taste him like that again.
I nod my agreement and nip at the pad of his thumb.
Will grins and drops another quick kiss to my forehead before he reaches down, tugs my thong and jeans up, and zips his own. He grabs the gun and shoves it into the waistband, then hustles out of the room, tugging the door closed behind him.
Leaving me alone with my trembling body and scattered thoughts.
Fuck.
Did that really all just happen?
The last hour has been a whirlwind of emotions.
I walked into Smitty’s intent on unwinding with a few drinks, hoping I wouldn’t see Will tonight.
Instead, lies and hidden truths came to the surface.
And I got the love of my life back again.
I can barely process it through the hazy, post-orgasmic buzz filling my brain and body.
My hands tremble as I zip my jeans and move toward the door on unsteady legs. I grip the knob for a minute, until I feel like I can walk without it being so damn obvious I just had my brains fucked out, and tug it open.
I step out into the frenzy of the bar on a Saturday night.
War, Grace, Manny, and Will hustle back and forth behind the old, worn bar top, sliding beers to people and mixing drinks. Trying to catch up on the lines of patrons who have amassed since Will and I went into that storage room.
Several sets of eyes scan me as I approach the bar, but the massive, tattooed man sitting at the bar, staring at me intently, makes my steps falter.
Jesus, Grace…
Would have been nice if you let me know my dad was here…
Everyone around him at the bar gives him a wide berth.
I don’t blame them, given his size and the look on his face.
His jaw tightens, a muscle there ticcing as I move toward him and Mom, who appears beside him, initially hidden by the thirsty crowd.
Shit, they’re both here…
She arches a dark brow, glancing between Will and me.
I weave through a dozen people before I finally reach them. “Hi…”
She pulls me into an embrace, and her arms tighten around me protectively. “Is everything all right, mija ?”
Her eyes that match my own dart to Will on the other side of the bar.
I pull out of her hold slightly and nod. “Everything’s perfect.”
Dad grumbles low under his breath. “Really? Because the last time you talked to me about him, you told me you wanted me to drive him to the middle of the lake and dump him there.”
Shit.
Biting back a laugh, I chew on my bottom lip. “I did say that, but…” I release a long, heavy sigh because I can’t tell them anything. At least, not until things have resolved. “We talked.”
Mom’s lips twist with a suspicious look. “And talking was enough?”
Well, I’m definitely not mentioning the sex…
If there were any doubt about where I stand with William Pike, it was instantly washed away by the way he just so beautifully destroyed me and put me back together again.
“He explained something to me that I didn’t know before. It was all a giant misunderstanding.”
Dad snorts, fisting his tattooed hand next to his club soda. “The last year and a half?”
“Please, Papi, just cut me— and him—some slack.”
He issues a low growl, the same one he’s been giving Will ever since we broke up, and he glares at him across the small space between us.
War approaches from the left, where he just handed someone two bottles of beer, and sets his palms flat on the bar top, leaning toward his best friend. “Did I hear you threaten to throw my son into the middle of Lake Michigan?”
Dad grins. “If he deserves it, I sure as hell will.”
War looks up at me with a raised brow, and I shake my head to let him know I am definitely not asking Rion Gates to do that.
The man who once led the inland seas pirates offers me a knowing nod. “Fine, but only if she says he deserves it.”
A smug grin pulls at Dad’s lips, and he holds out his hand.
War takes it, gripping it tightly.
They speak in unison. “Deal.”
Will glances over his shoulder at us and smirks, almost as if he can tell we’ve been discussing him.
My heart does a stupid flip-flop in my chest, and I’m drawn to him like a moth to a flame.
I kiss both Mom and Dad’s cheeks. “I’m going to help them.”
The line of people at the bar clamoring to get someone’s attention to put in an order only seems to have grown since we came out. And more importantly, it gives me a reason to be close to him again.
After so long apart, even the few feet separating us feels like too far.
I slip behind the bar and immediately get to work, snagging several beers for someone. Cash in hand, I head to the register to put it in, and a hard, hot body sidles up behind me.
That familiar scent of crisp water and warm, spicy bourbon hits me before his lips meet my cheek. “You don’t have to help.”
I nod, sliding a twenty into the cash drawer, then nudging it closed with my hip. “I know, but I want to.”
But damn if I’m going to let him know how much I need to be close to him right now.
Will already has so much power over me.
He holds my heart.
My future belongs to him and rests in his calloused and capable hands.
I can see forever in his eyes again.
Yet…it isn’t certain.
It can’t be.
What he’s been doing, the plan that came between us and shattered the trust we once shared, hasn’t come to an end yet. It all relies on things going well with the pickup of the shipment and the delivery to that motherfucker who threw down those threats against us tonight.
If things go badly…
Will turns me to face him, and despite the noise and people surrounding us, everything else melts away. All but the two of us.
He sweeps his thumbs over my cheeks. “Don’t worry, Trouble. We survived the tempest, and I won’t ever allow anything to rock the boat again.”
His words fill my chest with a flicker of hope.
Because I hear the sincerity in them.
And I can see it in his gaze.
Trust him and this.
I loop my arms around his neck and tug him close to kiss him, relishing the ability to do it again. “Only smooth sailing from now on.”
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