19. Willa
Chapter 19
Willa
W hat was happening? I wondered for the hundredth time. Ian had rushed me out of the office when Killian had called, informing him they had Lily. I’d felt a pang in my chest at the news, but my knees were weak with relief that both of them appeared to be okay.
I was in bed trying to distract myself by editing some of my older photos on my phone and wondering if Killian would let me take some pictures of him. His body would photograph beautifully, and I momentarily got lost in all the different ways I wanted to capture him.
An alert popped up on my phone. I was down to ten percent battery. Damn. I’d have to ask Killian for a charger. An impulsive, insane part of me was tempted to do just that. Get out of bed and go ask him for a charger. While he was interrogating, possibly torturing, my sister.
Yeah, no.
The door suddenly swung open and I hastily sat up as I watched a grim-faced Killian walk in. Oh god, what happened? According to Ian, they had my sister and no harm had come to her during the capture.
“Hey,” I said weakly from the bed.
“Hey,” Killian said, quickly stripping off his clothes and heading to the bathroom. I heard the shower turn on and couldn’t help but to follow him into the bathroom.
I leaned against the sink, watching him soap his strong body through the frosted glass as I leaned against the sink. I got lost watching those hands travel across muscle and sinew, sliding under his arms and between his legs. I wish I’d brought my phone in here, my eyes devouring the body I’d love unfettered permission to position and photograph as I mentally snapped picture after picture.
“You in here for a reason, Willa, or just enjoying the show?” he asked, jerking me out of my stupor. I had been enjoying the show and was tempted to hop in the shower with him, but I could hear the exhaustion in his voice.
“Both?” I answered.
He snorted but started washing his hair. “Heard you spent the evening with Ian.”
I stared at him through the glass, trying to see if that bothered him. “Yeah, he’s nicer than I thought.” A sneaky smile crossed my lip. “And a real piece of eye candy, with all those tattoos.”
Even though I could see him through the glass, he slid open the door and pinned me with the full extent of his green-eyed glower.
“What?” I asked innocently.
He grabbed my arm and pulled me to him, giving me a wet slap on the ass that had me squealing.
“Ow, what was that for?” I asked as I rubbed my ass, knowing exactly what it was for.
“Being a brat,” he grumbled.
“I was kidding!” I replied, unable to look away from his hard body as soap slid down the ridges of his sculpted abs into the dark nest of hair between his legs. My eyes widened as they landed on his cock. Even half hard, it was intimidating.
“You better be,” he grunted. A slow smirk flitted across his mouth as he followed my gaze. “You want to join me, Willa?” he asked in a low voice, his hand moving from his chest to his now fully hardened dick.
I shook my head and cleared my throat, remembering my reason for following him in here in the first place, which wasn’t jumping his naked, hot body. Though now that I was here…I shook my head. Focus, Willa. “Uh, what happened with Lily?”
He shrugged, his seductive expression dropping away, and closed the shower door. He rinsed the soap out of his hair and shut the shower off. I handed him a towel and he briskly dried himself. “We got her,” he said and started rubbing his hair dry.
“That’s it?”
He brushed his teeth, tormenting me with this small, hygienic act as I writhed in impatience. He rinsed his mouth and spit. “Yep.”
I stared at him, waiting for him to elaborate, but he walked into the bedroom and grabbed his phone, tapping madly, doing god knew what as I stomped to the bed.
“Are you going to tell me anything more?”
Killian sighed. “There really isn’t much to say, Willa. We found her on the boat, she definitely wasn’t expecting us, and we brought her in without much fuss.”
“Did she say anything?”
I snorted. “What do you think?”
I knew her. She was difficult by nature, probably doubly so in a situation like this. “No?”
“That’s right.”
“Is…Is Cullen with her now?” I asked fearfully. I knew she deserved everything she was getting right now, but I still cringed thinking of her in Cullen’s hands.
“No, we’re letting her sit for a few hours so we can get some fucking sleep. I have a feeling we’re going to have to be at full capacity to deal with her.”
I blew out a relieved breath. I was happy knowing she wasn’t being tortured while I slept peacefully down the hall. I took a long look at Killian as he continued to type into his phone. He seemed a little distant since returning. Had Cullen gotten into his head? Did he consider me tainted after meeting Lily?
I climbed under the covers, needing the contact to reassure myself. “Are you mad at me?” I asked, feeling so dumb and vulnerable.
His head jerked toward me, his brow puckered. “What? No, of course not.” He threw his phone down and climbed into the bed with me. “Why would you ask that?”
“You seem, I don’t know, distant.” I felt so weird asking him about his feelings. Were we even dating?
“It’s been a long day. Long couple of weeks. I’m just tired, Willa, not mad,” he said, then landed a hard, very brief kiss on my mouth that seemed more calculated to shut me up than offer affection.
That fleeting contact reminded me that he hadn’t kissed me, really kissed me, since the first time we had sex. Being tied to a spanking bench had also severely limited the opportunities to kiss, which was probably intentional on his end. It was frustrating, but this definitely wasn’t the time to discuss it. I had other worries to deal with, like my crazy sister.
I bit my lip, debating whether I should ask my next question. “Can I talk to her?”
He tensed, but only pulled me to his chest and rubbed his hands soothingly up and down my back. I was still wearing the club t-shirt and a pair of panties, which his hand quickly slid inside of to rub my still sore ass.
He gave my cheeks a quick, firm squeeze that had me squealing in pain. “Hey, that hurts,” I complained, reaching back to remove his hand.
“I know,” he said wolfishly, ignoring the tug of my hand, keeping his palm firmly attached to my backside. He gave it another little squeeze and that hint of pain had heat flaring between my legs. God, had he conditioned me? Was I going to stub my toe and end up having an orgasm?
“I bet if I felt your pussy right now, it’d be wet,” he whispered darkly in my ear, giving me a light pinch on my still scorched ass.
I flushed. “Well, regardless of its current state, that area is out of commission for a bit.”
“Still sore, sweetheart?” he asked, sliding his hand between my legs, as if his fingers could heal my condition.
Sweetheart? I warmed at the unexpected endearment, but quickly grabbed his wrist and moved his hand back to my ass. “Yes, definitely. You’re freaking huge and you didn’t exactly take it easy on me. And besides all that, this is the most action that area has seen in my life.”
His hands tightened on my ass, but he said nothing. When I looked up at him, his jaw was tight, and his eyes were flaring with possessive heat. “Is that so?” he said in a raspy, territorial voice. His dick was now a railroad spike between us, stiff and hot. His hand slid between the crease of my ass. “You know, there are other places to?—”
I gasped and grabbed his hand just as his fingers ghosted over the virgin entrance in question. “Hey! I think I’ve indulged in enough sexual debauchery to last me a while. I’m not prepared to break into new territory and I’ve never had anything back there.”
Instead of cooling him down, my words had the opposite effect. He gave a throaty growl and rolled me over, holding my hands down beside my head. “So, your cute little asshole is a virgin?”
I rolled my eyes at his language. “Good Lord,” I mutter in embarrassment. “Yes.”
He ducked his head into my neck and gave me a sucking kiss to the throat. “Jesus. That’s so fucking hot. You have to let me fuck you there.” His voice was half demanding, half pleading, as he ground his dick against my hip. My legs, having a mind of their own slid open and he quickly slotted himself between, his dick sliding wetly against my now pulsing pussy.
“No way,” I half-groaned as the head of his dick rubbed against my clit.
“You would love it.”
“I think I’ve hit my weekly quota of things I now realize I love in bed. We should really save something for next week.”
His eyebrows popped up and he shot me a mischievous grin. “So, I can pencil that in for next week?”
I snorted and slapped his arm but felt a trickle of warmth at him referencing our relationship in the future tense, even if it was just a week. I figured after capturing Lily, we’d be over. Thinking of Lily reminded me of my original question.
I shot him an annoyed look. “Hey! I asked if I could see my sister. Were you trying to derail me with…with…butt sex?”
He guffawed. “I was dead serious about the butt sex, trust me.” His expression sobered and he looked distinctly uncomfortable. “As for your sister, I don’t think you should talk to her right now, Willa.”
I frowned and sat up. “Why not? Maybe I can get some information.”
He sat up against the headboard, running an agitated hand through his hair. “Your sister…she’s a fucking cold-hearted bitch. I don’t like the idea of you interacting with her.”
“Why?”
“She’s a fucking psycho.”
“Killian!”
He pressed his lips together, his discomfort more evident now. “I’m serious. She’ll try to manipulate you, make you feel guilty, make you feel bad for her. She’ll just end up upsetting you.”
I bristled at how he was characterizing my sister, though if I were honest with myself, it wasn’t far off from my own conclusions. While I was elated that he wanted to protect me, I was unhappy that he’d see me as someone easily manipulated. “First of all, it’s not very flattering to my intelligence that you assume I’m such a pushover, that I’d fall for her manipulation.”
His expression softened and he stroked my cheek with his thumb. “It’s not a reflection of your intelligence, baby. It’s a reflection of your kindness, your humanity. You care about people and their feelings. She knows she can use that to her advantage. She can’t manipulate me or Cullen because we don’t give a fuck about her and we’re not remotely kind.”
I shook my head, stunned that he would say such a thing as he gently stroked my cheek and soothed my hurt feelings. Killian had been kind to me a hundred ways.
“Your sister is the same as us. She doesn’t give a fuck. Actually, she may be worse because I can’t imagine I’d sell out my own flesh and blood. But her…”
“Killian, I know she’s done some bad things,” I started and when he raised an eyebrow at my tame language, I amended it. “Awful, terrible, vile things. But we’re still blood. Maybe I can get some valuable information out of her and you guys can make some kind of deal with her? I can help you guys, save you valuable time.”
“Willa,” he said in a chastising tone. He crossed his arms, giving me his most severe expression, the one he wore when we first met.
“Please,” I said, giving him my most potently sad, puppy dog face. He continued to stare at me stonily, but eventually I saw him start to break down. His nostrils flaring, his jaw ticking, his lips twitching. He wanted to give in to me, and it bugged the shit out of him that he did.
I leaned up and gave him soft kisses on the jaw, while my hand made its way between his legs and started stroking his still half-hard dick. I pulled the blanket aside and swiped my tongue over the tip of his swelling cock, causing him to jolt and hiss.
He looked at me in heated surprise. “You want to use sex to get your way?”
I shrugged and grinned. “It depends, will it work?”
He looked to be fighting a smile, but drove his hand into my hair, urging my mouth back down on his eager cock. “It definitely won’t hurt your cause.”
I ran my tongue along the underside of the head of his cock, flicking it delicately as he groaned deeply. “Suck, Willa,” he growled.
His harsh command sent heat spiraling through me as I sank my mouth down his length until the head bumped into my throat. I used my hand to stroke the inches left unattended by mouth. My mouth slowly slid back up his hot flesh, my tongue lashing the sensitive skin unable to get enough of the taste and feel of him.
“Fuck, yes, Willa,” he groaned, once again pushing me down on his dick. “You look so fucking sexy with your pretty mouth stuffed with my cock.”
He held tight to my hair as he guided my head to the exact rhythm he needed, my saliva sliding down to gather around my pumping fist. His hips started driving his cock in and out of my mouth, the head hitting the back of my throat causing me to choke.
“That’s right. Swallow that dick. Fuck,” he ordered in response to my gagging.
I peeked up at him and was stunned by the carnal ferocity of his expression. His green eyes blazed as they fixated on my mouth, but when he noticed me staring at him, he held my gaze.
“Keep fucking looking at me, Willa. I’m going to come so fucking hard down your throat,” he gritted, his hips snapping more quickly.
I moaned, his words unbearably arousing.
“Fuck, keep doing that,” he snapped through gritted teeth.
I continued moaning and the vibrations from my vocal cords had him groaning and releasing heavily down my throat. “Holy fuck,” he groaned. My mouth stayed on him until his cock had fully softened.
“Jesus Christ,” he breathed, pulling me to lie on his chest. “I think you just fucking killed me.”
My original motivation for giving him head had been to bribe him to let me see Lily, but now I found myself squirming as heat throbbed between my legs. I heard a low chuckle and looked up to see Killian’s grinning face.
“What?”
“You’re turned on, aren’t you?”
I scowled. “No,” I denied, embarrassed by my own transparency.
“Nice try,” he said, sliding his hand between my legs. “Christ, you’re drenched, Willa.” His finger swirled around my clit, making me moan with mounting need. “Want me to kiss it and make your sore, wet pussy better?” he asked, echoing his earlier offer, landing hot kisses on my neck.
I gasped but nodded my head. “Yes, please.”
“Fuck, you’re so sweet,” he whispered and started sliding down my body, but before he went too far away, I thrust my fingers in his hair to stop him.
“Will you let me talk to my sister, Killian?”
He blew out a sigh. “Yes, but only if I’m with you.”
I smiled happily. “Deal.”
He kissed my stomach and continued to make me even happier.