Will shakes his head beside me, trying not to smile.
Sam sighs, and I can hear the rustle of Charlie in the background, probably already giving him the look.
“Door’s unlocked,” he says. “We’ll be waiting.”
The call ends with a soft beep.
I exhale, already feeling the weight of what’s coming.
Then I turn to Will. “I want to go home first.”
He frowns slightly, his hand finding mine. “Everything okay?”
I nod, leaning in close, my voice dropping just for him. “Yeah. I just need you to fill me a few times before we face my brother.”
Will’s laugh is loud, deep, and wicked. He turns the truck, coming to a stop behind Knot and Spur.
“I can absolutely do that.”
Then his mouth finds my ear, breath hot against my skin. “Gonna have you dripping, sweetheart. Stuffed full and aching. That what you need?”
My breath catches as a wicked heat pulses low in my belly. “Yeah,” I whisper. “Need you to make it hard to walk straight.”
Will growls low and possessive. “You know what that does to me. You saying shit like that.”
His hand slides to my thigh, fingers creeping up under my skirt like he owns me.
“Tell me. How many babies do you want me to breed into you?”
“As many as you can give me.”
He exhales hard. “Say it again.”
“I want you to keep me bred all the time, Will.”
He drags me into his lap like he can’t wait a second longer. “You keep teasing me with that pretty mouth, and I swear to God, I’ll give you exactly what you’re asking for. Over and over.”
I grind against him, gasping when I feel how hard he already is. “Do it. I can take it.”
His hands roam my hips, rough and greedy. “You’ll take every drop, darlin’. Gonna have you swollen with me. Let the entire town see who you belong to.”
Then his mouth crashes into mine—hot, filthy, desperate—and all I can do is hold on.
He kisses me like a man unhinged. Tongue sweeping deep, teeth grazing my bottom lip, hands gripping my ass like he owns it.
“Back seat,” he mutters against my mouth, voice gravel and heat. “Now.”
I scramble over, heart hammering, breath ragged. The second I’m there, he’s on me, pressing me down across the seat, yanking my panties down with a single, brutal tug. The rip of the fabric sends a shiver through me.
“You keep wearing little things like this,” he growls, “and I’ll tear every pair.”
“Then you better start shopping for new ones,” I shoot back, but my voice trembles under the weight of what’s coming. Because I know Will and I know what that look in his eyes means.
He’s not playing.
He pushes inside me in one long, hard stroke, and we both moan. Mine sharp and high, his guttural and low.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he grits, jaw clenched. “Already clenching around me.”
