Chapter 11 Shane #2
I push her two steps back, against the side of my Land Rover, lift her up by her thighs, and she wraps her legs tight around my waist. Hands gripping the side of my shirt, she gasps, and her head drops back as I tug on her hair so I can kiss her smooth neck.
“Oh my God, Shane,” she whispers, arching her back.
“This is how we say good night in America,” I grumble into her ear.
After a beat, we both burst out laughing for about three seconds—because that was a bad line, but I had to say it. And then she’s threading her fingers through my hair and we’re kissing again.
The truth is, I’ve never kissed someone with this much feeling without having a director yell “cut!” before changing camera angles.
She wriggles around. It’s fucking unbearable how much she’s wriggling and writhing around.
I realize she’s removing her leather jacket and tossing it aside.
She can move around more freely now, and there’s one less layer of clothing between my chest and her beautiful swelling tits.
I lower her until her feet are back on the floor so I can slip my fingers up under that blouse that is far too small and place my hand on one soft, perky breast. Her bra is lacey, and her nipple is so hard.
She strokes my throbbing hard dick through my jeans.
“Fucking hell, Willa. You’re making me crazy.”
This has already gone too far.
She’s unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans. She puts her hand on mine, the one that’s squeezing her ass, that sexy little heart-shaped ass, and brings it around, slides it down inside her panties. “I want you to feel how wet I am for you.”
“Jesus.” The slippery warmth of her is so much more than proof of how much she wants me. It’s proof that there’s life after Dad Dick. “Willa. We need to stop.”
“No, don’t stop.”
She slowly turns around to face the car door, my hand still down the front of her jeans.
She places her palms flat against the car and rocks back and forth against my hand while rubbing her ass against my crotch.
My groan echoes around the garage, and my fingers find her clit and rub slow and steady.
My other hand reaches around to massage her breast, and there are about fifty other things I want to do to this woman, but right now I just need to make her come fast and quiet.
She is already right there on the edge.
I whisper into her ear. “You wanna come for me right now, Willa?”
“Yes.”
“This is who you are? This is what you want?”
“Yes. Yes!”
“You better stay quiet.”
“Uh-huh.”
My fingers slip inside her. She moans as she clenches around them. She is so hot and wet and tight. She reaches behind herself to grab on to my hair and whimpers while I fuck her with my fingers. I bite down on the fleshy part of her shoulder—not hard, but I can tell she likes it.
“Oh shit,” she sighs.
She starts to undulate and moan. I have to let go of her glorious tit so I can cover her mouth because I can tell she isn’t going to be quiet at all.
I rub hard and fast against her clit to make her buck and swear and scream my name into the palm of my hand, and I don’t stop until she’s clenched up one final time, I don’t pull my hand out of her panties until the aftershocks have subsided and she’s collapsed against my chest. My breaths match hers.
She turns to face me, runs her fingers through her hair, runs her fingers through my hair, kisses me tenderly.
“I’m…I’m gonna stay.” Her voice is trembling. “Should I stay?”
Fuck, she seems so young and innocent all of a sudden.
I rest my forehead against hers, catching my breath, before letting go of her. “No. You should go. Nico’s expecting you. Your friends are waiting. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”
She snorts and rolls her eyes, which shouldn’t be sexy at all, but it totally is. “Really? Which part?”
I pick up her jacket and purse for her while she zips and straightens herself up.
“I have to change. I can’t go like this.”
Five minutes later, she’s changed her clothes, and she’s backing out of the garage. I refrain from reminding her to drive safe and not drink too much. I wait until she’s out of sight before shutting the garage door.
Well. That wasn’t too shabby for a Friday night in the Palisades.
After checking on the kids, to make sure they’re still fast asleep, and taking care of myself in a very quick shower, I send Willa a text: I lied. I’m not sorry. But I shouldn’t have done that.
A minute later, I get a reply.
WILLA: I’m not sorry either. But I’m very glad you did that. I just wish you would have let me get you off too.
I nearly swallow my tongue.
ME: Great, but it’s illegal to text while driving here and also very dangerous.
Willa: Calm down. I pulled over.
ME: Good girl.
WILLA: I’m really not.
ME: Yeah, I’m starting to get the hint.
WILLA: Well, I have to hit the road again. I don’t want to miss Nico’s set. Thanks for being so responsible for my well-being. I’ll be sure to tell my brother you’re taking such good care of me.
ME: Not funny.
WILLA: Kinda funny.
ME: Let me know when you get there.
WILLA: Yes sir.
I am in so much trouble.
Just as I had suspected, Willa Todd smells fucking delicious inside and out, and I know that I won’t sleep again until I’ve tasted every inch of her too.