My eyebrows pinch as Dean lets me go, crossing his arms again and leaning against his bike.
“Do you think I’m still hung up on Kincaid?”
He shrugs, not answering, and I realize this is more than jealousy. This is insecurity. Something I planted because Dean isn’t insecure about anything, ever.
I step forward, stopping myself from reaching out for him when he stays closed off to me. There are a lot of things I could say right now. Things I probably should, and soon I’ll have to. I need to make Dean understand what really happened between his mother’s funeral and my mother’s death. I need to explain why I had no choice but to pick Kincaid that day I drove him away. He deserves to know the truth. But right now, he’s shut down, and I have a feeling he won’t hear me.
Words are words. So easily twisted.
It’s been a long week, and an even longer twelve years. He doesn’t need excuses or reasoning. He needs me to show him that I’m here now. I’m here for him.
So I drop to my knees in the dirt.
“What are you doing, Willa?” His jaw tenses.
“Showing you who I’m hung up on. Who I’ve always been hung up on. I’m yours, Dean. Even in the years apart, I was yours in every way that matters. So hate me or don’t. Fuck me or don’t. Do what you want with me.”
His gaze searches mine, kneeling before him. When it moves up again, he glances at something behind me. “See that reflection over there?”
I look over my shoulder. A shimmer of something reflects at a distance. “Yes.”
“Those are Feds.”
My eyes widen as I look up at him. “They’re watching you?”
“They keep an eye on the compound to see if there’s any movement.”
“Should you be here?”
He smirks. “Soul and I like to keep ’em on their toes. It’s not like I’m doing anything wrong. Just going for a ride.”
I shake my head. “You’re so much trouble.”
He steps forward, gripping my chin. “You like it. That’s why you’re still on your knees for me, isn’t it? They can see you right now, but you haven’t stood up yet.”
“No.” I haven’t.
“Why not?”
“Because you haven’t told me to get up.”
“And you do everything I say now?”
“If it makes you happy.”
I need him to understand that he’s all that matters. That the judgment of others no longer scares me. I need him to see that he’s the one I want. No one else.
Dean’s grin grows. His thumb drags over my mouth. “You said you’re mine, Willa.”
“I did.I am.”
“How far are you willing to go to prove that? Will you take my cock with the Feds watching just to prove to them you’re my compliant little slut?”
“Yes.”
He holds my jaw in one hand, undoing his belt with the other and pulling out his cock. Once it’s free, he strokes himself, brushing the tip on my mouth.
“You couldn’t take your hands off this on the ride here, could you? My perfect fuck toy, desperate for my cum. Show them, Willa.”
