Chapter Twenty-Seven
Iwatch over Willa throughout the next twenty-four-hour period like my life depends on it.
In a way, it does.
She is my life now.
I love her that much.
We had a mellow day, which I felt was called for under the circumstances. I made us breakfast, lunch, and dinner and insisted Willa not lift a finger.
She didn’t, but at dinnertime, she griped, “Oh, come on. I can do something to help. Maybe fluff the rice at least.”
We were in the kitchen. She was seated at the table, and I was by the stove finishing up with cooking.
Turning and pointing my spatula at her, I replied with a stern “No. Rest is important right now.”
As I turned back to plate the chicken and rice meal I’d just made, I heard her huff. I knew she was upset, but this really was for the best.
When I set her dinner down in front of her, I guess she finally saw it my way, seeing as she smiled and murmured, “Thank you. This looks and smells yummy.”
She dug in then, and I was happy to see she had a good appetite. In fact, she actually seems to be back to 100 percent.
Still, I have something I want to talk with her about. This evening is the perfect time, seeing as we’re now hanging out by the pool, just chilling in our favorite loungers.
After Willa reiterates once again how good dinner was, I reply, “Thanks.” And then I say, “Hey, I want to run something by you.”
“Hmm, what’s that?” she asks.
I clear my throat. “What would you think about heading back to Phoenix sooner rather than later?”
Her brow creases. “Why? We still have eleven days left.”
“I know.” I blow out a breath. “But I’d really like for you to see one of our neurologists who work with the team. They really are the best in Phoenix.” I snort. “Hell, they’re some of the best in the country even.”
Reaching over, she takes my hand. “Shane,” she says on a sigh. “I am fine. You heard what that doctor said at the hospital. All my tests and scans came back normal.”
“They did,” I agree. “But I’d feel better having you checked again in Arizona. Can you do that for me, babe? Just to give me peace of mind?”
She nods. “Okay. But can we stay a few more days? Maybe fly back on Monday?”
“I can live with that,” I reply, since I can.
It’s a good compromise. I’m just pleased she’s agreed to see one of our neurologists. I’m sure she’s fine, but it’s better to be safe than sorry.
We talk a while longer, just about little things. But at some point, holding hands is not enough. Willa ends up curled up in the lounger with me.
She’s pretty much lying half over me, and as I play with her hair, I murmur, “I love our times like this.”
Softly, she says, “I know. I do too. I’m going to miss them.”
She sounds so sad, so I assure her, “We can do this at my house too. I mean, we won’t have the ocean, but I have a nice infinity pool in the back. The views aren’t too shabby either. There are mountains all around. It’s pretty picturesque.”
Looking up at me, she says, “Oooh, that sounds nice. I can’t wait to see it.”
Pulling her in closer, I whisper into her hair, “I’m amped too. I really do have so much I want to show you.”
My mind is on that, until Willa begins caressing my chest through my T-shirt, then working her way down to the elastic band of my basketball shorts.
“Er, not that I mind, but what are you doing, sweetheart?”
“This,” she says as her warm hand slips under the band and she starts to handle my hardening cock.
I close my eyes, and since she has on a short bubblegum-pink flouncy dress, it’s rather easy for me to lift it up and caress her ass.
“Ugh,” I groan, “these panties have to go.”
“I agree,” Willa replies. “Let’s make that happen.”
She stops touching me long enough to reach down and ditch her underwear. I use the opportunity to wiggle my basketball shorts down my legs, kicking them off with my bare feet.
I’m going commando tonight, so now I’m just in my tee.
Not for long, though.
Next thing I know, Willa is straddling me and pushing my shirt up my chest. “Off!” she demands.
I maneuver the tee over my head and drop it to the ground. “Good?” I ask, one brow arching.
“Mmmm.” She leans down and nuzzles my neck. “Yes, much better.”
Her tiny dress is still on, but I don’t want it off completely. There are little buttons down the front, so I work on undoing them as she kisses my neck and chest.
It takes some maneuvering, but I’m successful. Her pretty pink dress is now gaping open, exposing her beautiful, supple breasts.
I caress…and squeeze…and play with her pert little nipples till she’s writhing on me. Her slick pussy passes over my hard cock again and again until neither of us can wait a second longer.
I reach down and steady my dick as she lowers onto it.
She groans, and I murmur, “Fuck.”
It’s always so good with her. Her pussy feels like velvet wrapped around my cock as she moves up and down slowly, oh so slowly.
“Shane,” she mutters as she lies down on me, our hips still moving. “I love you.”
“I love you, too, beautiful.”
And here, under the moonlight, we love each other—with our bodies and hearts and souls.