38. BACK THEN – October
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
GARRISON ABBEY
I collapse on Willow’s bed, reeling from one weird-ass Halloween.
Willow places her halo headband on her dresser. “I still can’t believe what happened,” she breathes. “It’s almost out of the movies.”
Ryke and Lily disappeared from the group for a little bit, and when they came back, they were covered in white powder. Flour laced with cocaine. Apparently, a group of guys dressed as zombies flour-cocaine bombed them as they were leaving the bathroom.
“A movie we missed,” I tell her.
We didn’t see it happen.
She pauses. “Is it kind of bad that I wish it were filmed? Not just the flour-bomb. But the whole thing, I mean. And not for online or other people.” She strolls to the bed, still wearing angel wings. “It’s just, it’d be kind of nice to relive some of the good moments.”
I nod, agreeing. My lips lift at that last part. “Tonight was good?”
“Yeah…besides the cocaine,” she repeats. “And the emergency room.” We all took Ryke and Lily to the hospital, just to get checked out.
Lily broke out into a rash, and Ryke’s leg is bothering him. So they’re still being admitted overnight for observation.
“So like ninety-percent good ?” I ask.
“Ninety-nine.” She smiles.
I don’t want to bring up the guy she ran into then. The one who was gross towards her and Daisy. If she’s not thinking about it, there’s no point in rehashing something that would drop the “good” percentage.
“Come here,” I say and lean forward, grabbing her wrist.
She slides onto the bed next to me. The house is empty. Everyone’s still at the ER, and I can’t remember who’s babysitting Maximoff and the Cobalt kids, but the important part is that they’re MIA.
Ever since our first kiss at Daisy’s birthday, she’s let me explore her body with my hands. But I’ve never touched her below the waistband of her panties or above the tops of her thighs. I’m careful to take things at her pace.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m dying a hundred deaths waiting. Every particle inside me wants to rush through. To caress each inch of her flesh, map out her freckles and study her body so I know it expertly.
But I won’t fuck everything up by pushing Willow too fast. I’ve fucked enough up in my life. I can’t fuck up this.
My lips meet hers, and I guide her back down onto the mattress. Her angel wings crumple a little beneath her.
I cup her cheek and edge her lips open. My body stirs to find pleasure points in both of us. But most of the time, I finish in the bathroom.
I’m fine with that.
I just wish I could make her come. She’s never had an orgasm in her life, other than from herself, and I, so fucking badly, want to give her that earth-shattering pleasure.
Her breath hitches as I suck on her bottom lip and then move to her neck. She’s soft and hesitant and always in her head. Her hands lie next to her, not on me, because they’re fisting her comforter tightly.
I suck harder on her neck, and her hips arc into me with need. I’m quick to rise on my knees, my bodyweight hoisting enough that she can’t feel my erection. I don’t want to pressure her into thinking she needs to get me off.
She doesn’t.
I’m a fucking adult.
I’ll be fine.
I barely pause, my hands sliding on top of her breasts. The fabric of her dress and bra soft under my palm. I knead her, and she lets out a raspy breath. I want to give her more.
And thank you V-cut dress for giving me easy access, so I graze my hand underneath her padded bra. Her nipple is already perked, and I continue massaging, my thumb brushing over the sensitive bud. Her breath staggers.
My dick throbs.
Hardening more.
With my other hand to her hips, I squeeze her flesh tightly. She squirms underneath me. Fuck, how wet is she? My head screams at me to check, to just slip my hand between her thighs and release these pent-up feelings that I can physically see coursing through her.
I clench my jaw, shutting down those thoughts.
“You okay?” I ask Willow in a whisper as my mouth glides to the other side of her neck. I press my fingers into the soft flesh of her ass, near the back of her thighs.
“Mmm,” she breathes out her nose, already sinking into those cravings. And then just as suddenly, she goes rigid. Her entire body locked.
I lift up on my hands, enough that I can look her in the eyes. “What’s wrong?” I ask, my gaze dancing around her body for more signs of discomfort.
“Nothing,” she says so softly that I have to lean down a little to hear. “I just…I keep forgetting to touch you. It’s not that I don’t want to. It’s that I get so lost in everything and—”
“You know where your hands are right now?” I ask her and look to her fingers, still tangled in the comforter.
“On the bed.”
She doesn’t get it, so I explain, “Willow, you’re death-gripping the sheets like my dick is already inside you. It’s fucking destroying me. In the best way.”
Her lips lift slowly. “Really?”
“Really.” Her shyness in bed is a literal turn-on. I never even predicated that.
She bites the bottom of her lip. “Should we get undressed?”
“It’s up to you.”
Her gaze flits to the top of my head, where my devil-horned headband pushes my thick hair back, keeping strands from falling into my eyes. “I like this.” She touches a horn.
“Yeah?”
She nods, and then swallows hard. “We can stay dressed, if that’s okay with you?”
“I’m good with that.” Honestly, a little relieved too.
My brothers came home from college to celebrate my dad’s birthday last weekend.
I’m still a little bruised and sore from their “brotherly roughhousing.” Hunter elbowed me in the back when I tried to bail on dishwashing duty.
I can still taste the bar of soap he shoved in my mouth.
I just don’t want Willow to worry. I’ll tell her about it another night.
She’s quiet, still staring up at the devil horns on my head. I think she might be overthinking something else. So I just ask, “You okay?”
“Um…so I’m not ready to have sex,” she whispers. “But I think I could do more tonight.”
More .
Fuck. My muscles tense, head spinning. “Do you want me to make you come?”
She smiles. Like a fucking hundred-watt smile, brightening the whole room. “Yeah, I want that.”
Fuck. Yes.
I roll onto my side, elbow propped up on the pillow and hand supporting my head. Willow moves like she’s about to roll onto her side to face me. I press a hand to her belly. “Stay on your back,” I tell her.
She relaxes where she is, but she turns her head to face me. I’ve come to know a lot about her. She likes instructions. It takes this immense pressure off her from feeling like she has to already know what to do.
“Can I touch your clit?” I ask her.
“Mmmhmm,” she says, breathing through her nose again.
I smile and place a soft kiss on her lips. “That a yes?” I whisper against her mouth.
“Yes,” she squeaks.
I pull back to stare at her beautiful brown eyes again. “Can I put my fingers inside you?”
She pauses, hesitates, and I sweep her frame, gauging her reaction.
“Um…”
“That’s fine,” I tell her. “I don’t need to be inside you to make you come.”
Her mouth parts in arousal. “You can put them in me though,” she says quickly. “I was just thinking that it might hurt. I’ve only ever had one inside.”
One finger .
Fucking hell.
Blood rushes to my dick, begging me to ease into her. I grind down on teeth and bottle those urges. My hard-on strains against the fabric of my red pants, and I swallow down images of Willow fingering herself, which have definitely stormed my brain.
“Garrison,” she smiles a little like she can see she’s getting to me. “You okay?” She touches my jaw.
“ Fuck ,” I groan and then stare down the length of her. “I want to make you come so goddamn badly.”
“Then do it.”
My mouth drops a second in shock and desire, and her glittering smile reaches her eyes.
“That a demand?” I ask.
Her smile falters. “No. Of course, you don’t have to—”
Fuck. I kiss her again, stopping her from overthinking this to death. When I part from her lips, I say, “I’m going to make you come, but I’m only going to put one finger in you. How does that sound?”
She nods and relaxes more. I scoot closer to her, our legs tangled. But I’m still lying on my side while she’s on her back. I have a better view, and she has less chance of feeling my erection.
Our lips continue to explore each other, deepening, and while she loses herself to the moment, I skate my hand underneath the waistband of her panties.
Holy…
My fingers immediately dip into her wetness. Soaked. I skim the top of her swollen clit, and she shudders instantly. I barely rub her, and she breaks from my mouth with a soft cry. “ Garrison .”
Fuckfuckfuck.
She buries her head into the crook of my chest, breath heavying as I make soft circular patterns over her sensitive flesh.
Moans breach her lips, and her eyes snap shut like her senses are overloading. Reboot and restore are not going to be in progress any time soon. Not until I give her the best orgasm of her fucking life.
I can’t believe she’s this sensitive with nothing inside of her.
It’s blowing my mind.
I press my thumb more firmly onto her swollen bud.
Her thighs tremble, and she lets out a whimper.
“I have you,” I say. “You’re alright.”
She starts thrusting against my hand. Arching her hips.
I don’t think she even knows what she’s doing because her eyes are closed, and she looks gone. But it’s like her body is calling out for a release. Calling out for me to fill her completely with my length and bring her to that peak. It’s like her body knows what it wants faster than her head.
But I’m listening to her head on this one.
Still, I watch her hips lift and lower in small throbbing waves. My body is set on blaze, and I ache to reach down my pants and release my one pent-up need.
I’m not there yet. But I’ve got to end her torment.
I slide a finger through her slick folds and inside her. Beyond tight, she immediately clenches around me. Christ.
Her legs vibrate, and her forehead presses harder into my chest. “Garrison. Ah…”
I pulse inside of her a couple times and continue circling her clit. It happens so fast. Her abdomen spasms and her cries bleed into the air. Her hand whips to my wrist to stop my movements. Too sensitive. Too gone.
She curls up on her side, even with my hand still against her heat. Like she’s cocooning herself against me. My head is floating, a billion miles in the sky. So wrapped up in this girl.
Her flesh glistens with a light layer of sweat, and I brush back her hair so that I can see her face. “You okay?” I ask.
“Mmmhmm.” Her breathing is still heavy.
I can’t last much longer. I remove my hand from her panties, my fingers slick. “I’m going to the bathroom. I’ll be right back. Promise—”
She catches my wrist to stop me.
Veins pulsate in my dick. “Willow,” I whisper. “I have to go jack off.”
“I know,” she says, still out of breath. “You can do it here, though.”
Here?
“In your bed?” I lick my lips. “You sure?”
“Yeah. I want to…um…watch you.”
I smile. “Seems fair.” I just got to watch her orgasm. I lie on my side again.
She smiles back. “Do you need—”
“Don’t offer it, if it’s just because you think you have to,” I say, stopping her. “I don’t need you to touch me if you’re not ready.”
Hesitation fills her gaze. “You sure?”
“Yeah. This is enough.” I didn’t even think I’d be doing this tonight. I slide my pants to my ankles and kick them off. Just in my boxer-briefs, I slip my hand down the fabric, gripping my rock-hard dick. Unlike her, I don’t close my eyes.
I keep them open and attached to Willow as I stroke myself.
She watches me with parted lips.
She looks at me like I’m an otherworldly thing too good for this Earth, but I’m lying next to her jacking off while literally wearing a devil’s costume.
In my soul, I know, hell is where I’m from.