“Yes.” I’m shaking as he moves in and out, teasing my clit with his cock while he does.
“Are you going to let me take this ass if I want, Willa? Are you going to let me do anything I please with this body?”
“I will.”
“Good girl. We’ll work up to that.” He thrusts his cock forward, and I can’t hold back the scream.
He’s so large and snug when he fills both holes. I’m full, and I can’t get enough.
“Damn, I love how bad you are for me.” He fucks me harder. “You take me so well.”
“You feel so good.” I grip his bike as it rocks beneath us.
My fingers dig into the leather seat, holding on. With each thrust deeper, I push back against him, desperate for more. Which is what he gives me. Hard, merciless strokes. My skin tingles. My body prickles. There’s nothing sweet about it, and I love every second. Until I’m at the peak, soaring in a free fall when my climax hits.
Dean drives deeper, fucking me in the ass with one finger while he fucks me harder with his cock. The intensity is overwhelming as he chases me through his own release, coming inside me. My feet lift off the dirt with how hard he pushes against me, and we’re both panting and shaking from what we’ve done.
Dean leans over me, brushing my hair back so he can kiss my shoulder. “I meant what I said. You’re a wrecking ball, Willa. There’s no recovering.”
22
Willa
A knock comes atthe bathroom door, and I blink at my reflection in the foggy mirror. I don’t know how long I’ve been staring at myself, but my hair is damp and curling at the ends. After we got back from the desert, I decided to take a shower to pass the time while Dean checked in with Steel, and I haven’t left the bathroom since.
My mind won’t stop running in circles, replaying everything that’s happened to get us to this point. I’ve never felt so connected to a person, but there’s hesitance in Dean’s touch. He still doesn’t trust me, and I don’t blame him. If we’re going to give this a real shot, he needs to know the whole truth.
There’s another knock before the door swings open. I’m wearing nothing more than one of Dean’s T-shirts, which does nothing to help with how vulnerable I feel right now.
“You’ve been in here a while.” He closes the door behind him, leaning against it. “Did we go too far today out in the desert?”
Of course he’s worried about me. While I’m the one who hurt him, he can’t help protecting me.
“No, not at all. I had fun today.” It’s not a lie.
I did have fun today. It was intense, but that’s Dean. He doesn’t hold back. He gives everything and makes no apologies for it.
I turn to face him, lifting to sit on the counter.
“Then why have you been hiding in the bathroom since we got back to the clubhouse?” He crosses his ankles and arms.
The bathroom is muggy from the heat of my shower, borderline uncomfortable, but I don’t move to take this conversation elsewhere. If I leave this room, I might lose my confidence.
“We need to talk.”
“Fuck, Willa.” He drops his chin, raking his hair back.
“I’m not leaving,” I say quickly, realizing how that sounded. “At least, not unless you tell me you want me to leave after I’m done telling you everything.”
His gaze meets mine, and there’s a long beat of silence.
“Fine.” He nods once. “Talk.”
“Okay.” I clear my throat, suddenly nervous. “You asked me earlier why I came here when the information I brought could have been sent in an email or text message, and I meant what I said. I missed you. But also, I needed to make amends.”
My gaze drifts to my knuckles, white from gripping the counter.
“We both fucked up back then, Willa. We were kids.”
