Chapter Thirteen Willow #2
“Well, you already know that Sabrina is my bio dad’s daughter from a previous relationship. I’m younger by a few years.”
“Never met her,” Ry reminds me.
“And you never will. She died a couple of years ago from a drug overdose.”
He fully faces me now, his face falling. “Christ, Wills, I’m sorry. I had no idea.”
“I didn’t, either, for almost a year after she died. I hardly knew her. We didn’t grow up together, as you know. Hell, you and Gid were more siblings to me than Sabrina ever was.”
He circles the island and tips my face up, then settles in to kiss me long and slow, igniting every cell in my body.
“I’m not your brother, baby.”
“No.” I blow out a shaky breath. “But you know what I mean.”
His eyes narrow, he wipes his thumb across my lower lip, and then he backs away. “Go on.”
“I didn’t even know she’d had a baby,” I continue. “I hadn’t seen her in a long, long time. Mom had died, and I was doing my own thing, as you know.”
He nods and forms burger meat into disks. “I don’t like to speak ill of the dead, but your mom was a bitch.”
“It always shocked me how different my mom and Debbie were. Like two sides to a coin. And let’s be honest, Ray and Deb raised me in all the ways that matter. Mom couldn’t wait to dump me off here on the last day of school every year so she had the whole summer away from me.”
“Christ,” he mutters and glances at me. “She told you that?”
“It was written all over her. You should have seen how gleeful she was. As the end of school approached, she got giddy. Told me all about her fun plans for when I’d be out of her hair.”
“I’m never violent with women,” he says. “But I’d like to punch her out.”
“Yeah, well, other men took care of that for you. Never while I was around, surprisingly. It was weird how she seemed to have morals about not bringing guys home when I was there, but then as soon as school was out, she ditched me and probably slept her way all up and down the West Coast.”
“Did you not want to be here?” He looks stunned as he asks the question. “I always thought you liked it here.”
“I would have lived here full-time if I could. Aunt Deb asked Mom to let me just be here with you guys, but Mom refused. Anyway, that doesn’t matter.”
“It fucking matters,” he grumbles, but I keep going.
“Gideon and I traveled with you to Toronto for a game—this would have been about ten years ago or so. We always went with you.”
“We won that game, two to zero. I remember, Wills.”
I lick my lips. “Yeah, well, when I got home, Sabrina was waiting in front of my apartment with Aiden. She had a suitcase packed for him, told me she didn’t want to be a mom anymore, and to have papers drawn up and she’d sign them.
And then she left. We never saw her again.
But I had to take Aiden to the hospital that night because he was so sick, Ry.
He had bronchitis so bad, he could hardly breathe, and he was burning up with fever. And she just left him.”
I shake my head, feeling the tears want to come.
“He was the cutest little guy. A little small for his age because I’m pretty sure she didn’t feed him enough.
He was quiet. Withdrawn. He’d do exactly what I told him to, without saying a word.
For the first two weeks he was with me, I didn’t know if he could talk.
” I brush a tear off my cheek. “But then he started to come out of his shell. He started to feel better. I’ll never forget the first time he laughed.
It caught me so off guard, I just cried and cried, and he was so worried that he’d done something wrong. ”
I’m crying in earnest now, and Ryker hurries around to me and hugs me close.
“We’ve known our fair share of shitty parents,” he murmurs against my hair.
“It’s why I couldn’t leave him out here without me. I couldn’t do it.”
“I get it.” His hands rub up and down my back, soothing me. “He’s lucky to have you, sweetheart.”
“We’re both lucky. Sabrina did us both a favor the day she left him with me. It was so hard, but I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat.”
“Because you’re so amazing.” He kisses my cheek. “And so brave.” His lips move to my lips, and he brushes back and forth lightly.
My stomach growls, making us both smile.
“Feed me, Captain.”
The bedroom lights up with a flash, and then a loud boom sounds around us, and I’m suddenly cradled in Ryker’s strong arms.
“Holy shit,” I whisper. That clap of thunder woke me up out of a dead sleep.
“Another storm’s rolling through,” he murmurs. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”
He’s behind me, wrapped around me, and I can’t help but rotate my hips against him, brushing his growing erection with my ass.
“Is that the distraction you need, Trouble?”
“Mm-hmm.” Reaching back, I cup his cheek, and his hand journeys down my stomach and over my clit, then down farther to guide my leg up and over his thigh, giving him better access.
His fingers find my center once more, and lightning strikes.
“Fuck, I can see you when the room lights up,” he whispers against my ear. “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you.”
His finger slips through my already-soaked slit, and his chest grumbles against me.
“You’re so fucking wet.”
I push back against him. “And you’re so fucking hard.”
“I’m always hard when I’m around you.” He nudges the head of his cock against my opening, and when lightning strikes again, he pushes inside, circling my bundle of nerves with his fingertips, whispering the filthiest words in my ear.
“That’s right, fucking take it. Goddamn, this pretty pussy was made for me. Only for me.”
“Ry.”
“Say it.”
“Only you.”
He’s licking and biting my shoulder, my neck, and moving in long, steady strokes as the storm rolls around us. Rain pelts against the windows, and then lightning strikes again.
“Taste yourself, baby.” His fingers brush over my lips, and I open, taking them in and tasting myself on them as he starts to thrust so much harder. His hand circles my neck, and I fucking relish it.
I love being at his mercy.
Because this man would never do anything to hurt me.
“I want you to let go,” he says, tightening his hold on me. “I want you to come for me, sweetheart.”
“Ry.”
“That’s right.” He licks up my neck and then blows on the wet trail, and that’s all it takes to send me over.
When the next round of thunder roars around us, I explode into stardust, screaming out his name, and then he rolls me onto my stomach, his knees planted on either side of my thighs, and with one hand braced on my low back and the other gripping my shoulder, he fucks me hard.
“You’re mine, Willow. Do you fucking hear me?
Mine, goddamn it. Fuck, you’re so goddamn beautiful. ”
He thrusts three more times and then rocks into me as he comes, crying out with his climax, and then he collapses on top of me, pushing me into the mattress.
I don’t even care if he smothers me right now.
But he rolls to the side, and I turn my head to smile over at him.
“That’s one way to ride out a storm,” I say as he drags his fingers up and down my spine.
“Might be my new favorite thing.” He kisses my arm and then rolls away. “Stay here. I’m going to clean you up.”
“I can—”
“Stay.” He points at me, and I can’t help but smile at him. “Be a good girl, and I’ll keep distracting you.”
“Promises, promises.”
I hear the water run in the bathroom, and then he’s back with a warm, wet rag, and he cleans me up.
“If the storms persist like this all summer, we’re going to get worn out really fast.”
He snorts. “Storms or not, I plan to be inside you as often as possible. I’m addicted to you.”
“That might be the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.”
With a smirk, he tosses the rag into the hamper and then smacks my ass hard enough to make me yelp.
“I’m not done with you.”
“Lucky me.”