Chapter 9
WILLA
Flint’s body dwarfs mine as he settles on top of me—a mountain of muscle and ink.
I can feel his giant cock brushing between my thighs, just as thick and hard as the rest of him, and it sends a shiver through me, nerves and excitement bubbling beneath my skin.
It feels like I’m drowning in him. Pinned to his bed, the familiar scent of pine and woodsmoke swallowing me whole.
But I love it.
There’s nowhere in the world I’d rather be as I stare up into Flint’s eyes.
“I’m so happy you’re my first,” I whisper, looping my arms around his neck.
Something cracks open in his expression, gaze turning soft. “You’re my first too, Willa.”
I feel a bolt of surprise at his words. “Really?”
He nods. “Never wanted anybody like this before, princess. Never felt this way until you.”
His confession makes my pulse skitter, a warm glow of happiness spreading through my chest.
“I’ve never felt this way before either,” I tell him.
He makes a noise of satisfaction deep in his throat, bending down to kiss my forehead. I catch my scent, still clinging to his light brown beard, and the memory of what he did with his tongue sends a thrill through me.
I’m ready for more.
Ready for him.
“Hold on to me,” Flint says as he lines himself up between my thighs. “I’ve got you.”
His eyes never leave mine as he pushes the fat tip of his cock into my pussy, stretching me tight around him. He thrusts slowly inside, filling me up in one long movement that sucks the breath from my lungs.
Oh God.
Flint’s jaw tightens and he lets out a deep groan, closing his eyes like he’s fighting for control. When he opens them again, he looks down at me, his expression melting into concern.
“You okay? Am I hurting you?”
It’s hard to find the words to respond. He feels eye-wateringly huge inside me—like something far too big squeezed into something far too small.
He’s splitting me in half, and the pressure stings.
But there’s something pleasurable about the pain.
Something delicious about the way his cock feels, swelling against every sensitive nerve, overwhelming me in the best way.
“No…” I say through a hiss of breath. “It’s a lot. But I like it.”
“I’ll take it slow.” Flint presses a kiss on my cheek. “You’re doing good, princess.”
The praise sends a shiver of delight through me, and I relax against him, wrapping my legs around his hips.
He watches me like a hawk as he starts to move in a gentle rhythm—scared to break me.
With each steady thrust, my body starts to adjust. The discomfort melts away, and suddenly I’m aching for more. Aching for him to move faster.
“More,” I whimper, squirming against him. “I can take it.”
Flint’s eyes darken. “Sure?”
I nod, digging my heels into his back. “Please.”
My plea flips a switch in him. I see it in the way his jaw clenches, a feral glint in his expression as he grips my waist and drives into me, faster, harder than before.
There’s nothing gentle about it. Our bodies slap together, the bed creaking beneath us as Flint claims me.
Guttural sounds rip from his lips, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Good girl. Take it just like that.”
I whimper, nails digging into his shoulders as I cling to him. It’s incredible: the heat, the friction, the way his cock slaps into me, hitting spots I never knew existed. It’s a primal kind of pleasure, rough and animal, and I can’t get enough.
It feels so freakin’ good to let go.
For the first time in years, my mind is quiet. Every thought has melted to nothing, leaving only my body, tingling with pleasure, stretched around Flint’s invading cock. He stuffs me full of him. Gives me everything he’s got. Wet smacking sounds echo around the room, getting faster, more urgent.
“Don’t stop,” I sob. “Please, Flint.”
“I won’t stop.” He’s panting, sweat beading on his brow. “Not until you come all over my dick.”
He grips the headboard with one hand, wrapping the other around my right ankle and pushing my knee up until I’m open wide for him. The angle makes my toes curl as he hits a sensitive spot deep inside me. Hits it again and again, rutting me like an animal until stars burst behind my eyes.
“You’re mine,” he growls, not letting up, not giving me a second to breathe. “Say it, Willa.”
“Yours…”
I buck my hips against him, meeting his thrusts as we move together, bodies joined, eyes locked.
“Yours,” I say again, the word breaking into a moan.
“That’s right, baby.” Flint presses a kiss on my lips, soft and gentle, so different from the way he’s snapping his hips. “I’m gonna take care of you.”
He lets go of my ankle and reaches for the place where our bodies meet, his fingers finding my clit. My back arches off the mattress as he rubs hard, driving me wild, sizzling-hot pleasure zipping between my thighs. It’s too much. The relentless pounding of his cock. His fingers on my clit.
“Oh God, I’m so close—” I gasp as my body pulls taut, pressure building between my thighs.
“Me too.” Flint lets out a ragged breath. “Keep those eyes on me, princess.”
I do as he says, and the intensity almost hurts.
It feels like I’m drowning in pools of gray, but I don’t look away.
Even as my orgasm hits, rocketing through me in waves, I keep my eyes fixed on Flint.
I claw at him, writhing as I throb around his hard length.
He watches. Hungry. Then his rhythm falters and he comes undone with a gruff shout, his cock exploding inside me.
I can feel his cum, hot and thick, filling me up as he collapses on top of me.
We stay like that for a while, Flint’s arms tightening around me, our breathing slowly returning to normal as he gently runs his hands through my hair.
“Perfect,” he mutters. “You were fucking perfect.”
I nuzzle against him, breathing him in. “So were you.”
He makes a noise, then lifts his head to look at me, his giant frame still pinning me to the spot. It makes me feel safe, lying under him, and I let out a contented sigh.
I’ve never felt so lucky.
If I’d never applied for the admin assistant job…
if Flint hadn’t found my listing…tonight could have played out very differently.
I could be in a hotel room with a stranger right now, thousands of miles away, praying for the night to end.
Instead, I’m safe and sound in Flint’s arms, and my heart feels full enough to burst.
“What’s on your mind, princess?” he asks after a few beats of silence.
“I was just thinking about how lucky I am that you hired me.”
“Was an easy decision.” He eases onto his back, pulling me against him. “Best thing I ever did.”
I smile and drop my head to his chest, listening to the thud of his heartbeat.
“Thank you, Flint…for everything.”
“You deserve the world, Willa. Don’t need to thank me.”
“Of course I do.” I lift my head, meeting his gaze. “You’ve done so much for me. I still can’t wrap my head around how much you bid—”
“I can afford it,” he says. “Hell, what’s the point of having money if you can’t help the people you care about?” He plants a kiss on my cheek, like he wants to underscore his point. “It was worth it, Willa. I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”
I smile at him, but he doesn’t smile back. There’s a furrow in his brow, gradually deepening, like he’s thinking hard.
“I think it’s my turn to ask what’s on your mind,” I say.
He grunts, running a hand over his beard. “None of my business. Just wondering about your debts. How it all started.” When I don’t answer right away, he squeezes me tight. “You don’t need to tell me.”
“It’s okay. I want to.”
Flint listens patiently as I tell him about my mom. My turbulent upbringing. Her death. Discovering the debt she’d left behind in my name. He goes still when I tell him about the first call from the debt collector—how I thought it was a mistake.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “I’m so sorry. You didn’t deserve any of that.”
I nod. “She left such a mess behind her.” Then I sigh, adding, “I still miss her, though. She wasn’t a perfect mom. Heck, she wasn’t even an okay mom. But she was mine.”
The grief is still there when I think about her, a torrent of mixed emotions, a hole in my heart that hasn’t healed.
It probably never will. But the pain doesn’t feel as heavy now.
I don’t feel like I’m carrying it alone anymore, not with Flint holding me tight in his arms, telling me it’s going to be okay.
“I lost my mom young, too,” he says quietly. “Messed me up for a while. But it’s true what they say. Time heals.”
“I’m so sorry, Flint.” My heart pinches with sympathy as I glance up at him. “What happened?”
“Heart attack. She worked non-stop to put food on the table. Too proud to ask for help.” He gives me a pointed look. “I won’t let that be your life, Willa.”
The firmness in his voice feels like a warm blanket around my shoulders.
I feel so safe here with Flint. More at home in his arms than I’ve ever felt before.
But there’s still a flicker of fear I can’t shake.
I’ve always been the only person I could count on; I’m not used to putting my trust in another person or giving up control.
It’s a risk—and sometimes risks backfire.
But Flint Calloway doesn’t feel like a risk.
He feels like solid ground under my feet after a lifetime of treading water.
And when I finally drift off in his arms a few minutes later, tucked against his burly chest, I sleep better than I ever have.