Chapter 19
NINETEEN
SHANE
The day isn’t anywhere near over yet, and already I’ve had a doctor grab my nuts, straightened some important shit out with my best friend, and came in Willa’s dirty, hot, eager, young mouth.
I am crushing Monday, and it’s only going to get better because right now Willa’s still naked and damp and straddling me on one of the armchairs in the family room.
This really says “home” to me.
I’ve watched a hundred family friendly movies and shows from this armchair, but not one of them was as entertaining, thrilling, or heartwarming as what’s playing out on my lap right now.
Willa’s wet pussy is hovering an inch above my very happy cock, her tits pushed up together between her elbows while she’s examining the palms of my hands.
Things have really progressed since the last time she read my palm.
“Oh wow, I didn’t notice this the first time,” she says, tracing her fingertip up from my wrist to a spot below my index finger, and just that slightest touch is enough to make me want to come like a rocket and sing her a love song—and I hate to sing.
“You have a very smooth and prominent but not overly developed Mount of Venus,” she explains.
“Thank you. So do you.”
She laughs and bites her lower lip. “I actually do. But your thumb…” She lightly traces her fingertip up from the bottom of my thumb to the tip of it, and fuuuuck it does things to me in all sorts of places in all kinds of ways.
“Your thumb is very well formed. Smooth and square-tipped. The tip of your thumb is called the Will phalange.”
Now it’s my turn to bite my lower lip to keep myself from making a joke.
“This tells me that your willpower is strong, and you have good judgement. The second phalange of your thumb, here”—she caresses the lower part of my thumb—“is long, which shows you’re clever and you take the lead in social situations.
In relation to your Head Line, I can see just from looking at your palm that you’re very level-headed and good at keeping strong desires in check. ”
I place one palm on each of her ass cheeks. “Here’s a headline for you—if you don’t lower yourself down onto my third phalange immediately, I will be showing you exactly how wrong you are about that.”
She places her hands on my shoulders, bracing herself. “Well, now I’m not going to tell you the really important thing I just saw on your Mount of Venus.”
“Stop saying ‘mount’ and mount me.” I take one pretty, perky nipple into my mouth and suck until she moans, arches her back, gives more of herself to me.
I position the crown of my cock right where it needs to be, and her breath hitches, her back straightens.
She can be as kooky as a sitcom character, but she is very serious about fucking me. I like that.
She eases herself down, inch by devastating, life-affirming inch, holding her breath.
She stares into my eyes. Her lips are millimeters from mine and they’re barely moving, but I know what she’s saying. “We fit. We fit together so perfectly.” She gasps, and I dig my fingers into her thighs.
As soon as she has taken me in as much as she can, she exhales like she’s sunk into a hot bath, wriggles around a little, squeezing and releasing and instantly making me forget everything that isn’t this burning, necessary connection.
And then she holds my face in her hands.
She tilts her chin up that tiny bit, pressing her lips to mine, and everything that I am is hers now.
I can be quippy as fuck with this woman, but as soon as my mouth is on Willa’s, it forgets how to do anything other than kiss her.
Hot and frantic and deliberate and desperate for more.
My lips were made for this.
My tongue was made for this.
My teeth were made for this.
My breaths are meant to be shared with hers.
Her little sighs and moans are just for me.
Fuck this poetic shit—my dick and her pussy were made for each other.
I recognize the scent of lavender and those flowers that I bought her on her skin, along with something earthy and sexy that I can’t picture or name, but I do recognize it.
She’s right. It’s us. She’s wearing me on her skin, and it both awakens and satisfies some primal need to mark her as mine.
I want to be all over her, inside her, on top of her, beneath her, beside her, around her.
I want to inhale her so my lungs can bring her to every part of my body.
None of this can be expressed with words, only gripping hands and vigorous thrusts and caveman grunts.
Willa is a sleek, bouncing beauty. Panting, eyes closed, head thrown back, lost in whatever it is I’m making her feel as I drive up into her.
I am definitely firing my trainer—this is the only abs workout I’ll ever need.
I am relentless, and she is taking everything I give her, and it only turns me on more.
Instead of staring at her tits, in order to keep from erupting, I stay fixated on the slender gold necklace.
She is so damp from the shower and sweat that the little gold heart sticks to her skin, even though she’s experiencing extreme turbulence.
“Oh my God, Shane, don’t stop!”
“I’d fuck you like this forever if I could, baby.”
“Yes! Fuck me forever. Oh God!” Her entire body contracts, and then she comes apart in a screaming, wailing, cursing jumble of tremors and waves and convulsions.
I try to watch for as long as I can because it’s so fucking beautiful, but feeling it happen all around my cock sends me right over the edge.
I see stars and the abyss and a flash memory of Willa’s smiling face when I first met her.
The guilt only lasts a second, because I mean—I’m coming—but it is not okay to picture a twelve-year-old girl during sex, even if you’re doing it with the grown-up version of her.
I might have to schedule another appointment with Dr. Shaw.
Willa is plastered to me, arms wrapped tight around my neck, still straddling me while we catch our breaths.
I already know that every time with her, it will be perfect, but I could do a million takes and never feel like I got it just right.
Because I didn’t get to be her first.
Because she wasn’t my first.
But if I can be her best and last, I might come close to showing her that it’s the first time that anything I’ve ever done with a woman has ever felt this good and real.
Fuck guilt.
I stroke the back of her head. “Tell me what you saw on my Mount of Venus.”
She pulls back and smiles. “You have a trident.”
“A trident?”
“Yeah. See?” She takes hold of my hand and points out a little fork indentation at the base of my thumb. “It’s a very lucky sign. It means you’ll find your true love,” she whispers.
I take her hand in mine. If someone had told me this even a month ago, I wouldn’t have believed it.
Now I do. “What about you?” I flip her hand over so I can see her palm.
“Do you have one too?” I have never wanted so badly to see a trident on someone’s Mount of Venus.
The little lines at the base of her thumb are so faint.
She sees me struggling to find what I’m looking for and curls her fingers inward a bit, making the lines more obvious.
And there it is.
A trident.
Right around the same place mine is at.
I place my hand over hers.
She rests her forehead against mine.
We’re so fucking cute, we might have to do something extra filthy really soon, but for now, I’m going to lift her hand to my lips and press a kiss to the back of her hand.
It’s worth the cheese to hear her sigh and see her blush and smile.
I touch the heart pendant on her neck. “I like this. I like that you’re always wearing it.”
“Oh… That’s…ironic.”
“Why?”
She takes a deep breath and shrugs, reaching for her towel as she lifts herself up off me. “I bought it for myself after I found out you were going to marry Margo. To remind myself to protect my heart.”
“To protect your heart from me?”
“To remind myself not to give my heart away so easily. I mean, it was just a crush. I had an overactive imagination.” She’s sighing and blushing and smiling again, but this time she’s embarrassed.
Fuck.
Guilt again.
“I hate that. I hate that you felt that way.”
“It’s not your fault. Honestly, I mean, it’s no different from having a crush on Zac Efron, except that I happened to meet you once because of my brother… Oops. I’m not supposed to mention Nico when we’re naked.”
“Don’t tell me it’s not a big deal if it was a big deal. You’re still wearing the necklace. Also—fuck Zac Efron.”
“It was a big deal and then it wasn’t. I like the necklace. And I didn’t say I had a crush on him.”
“Good, because the guy’s a dick.”
“Is he really?”
“No, not at all. But stay away from him.” Fuck, I’m losing my mind. But fuck Zac Efron.
“I mean, I’ll try to stay away from him, but I can’t promise anything.”
I grab her hand. I want to promise her everything, but I can’t. “I’m going to make it up to you.”
“There’s nothing to make up for. You didn’t do anything wrong.
You didn’t even know how I felt. Nobody did.
” She gives my hand a squeeze. “You have good judgment. You did the right thing. I don’t want to change the past.” She lets go of my hand to wrap the towel around herself and then leans down to kiss my cheek.
“And I don’t want to protect my heart anymore. ”
Goddammit.
This woman.
Her heart isn’t the one that needs protecting.