“Dean, I can’t hold on any longer.” She bears down on me.
My hands find her hips, leading her to where she needs to go. “You don’t have to. You can let go with me.”
I mean that in so many different ways as she looks into my eyes. She can hand me her body, her soul. I’m better at making a mess than I am at cleaning shit up. I’m chaos. But with Willa, it’s different.
If she needs a center point when all gravity is lost, that’s what I’ll be for her.
If she needs to let loose and not think, then that’s what I’ll give her.
She likes me when I’m fucking her up, and she likes me when I’m holding her in my arms, promising her the world.
Willa collapses against my chest as she comes. Her pussy grips me, and she drags me straight over with her. My cum fills her perfect body, and I realize I never asked her if she’s on birth control. I don’t fucking care.
When she walked back into my life, I knew that was it. Even if she rejected me all over again. My heart begins and ends with her. My life begins and ends withher. Together, we’re going to have the life my brothers thought I never wanted.
She’s breathing hard as she looks up into my eyes. Her puffy mouth parts. Her eyes are hazy.
I brush her hair back, tucking the dark strands behind her ears. Music plays through the clubhouse, shaking the walls, but all I hear is her catching her breath.
“Say it again,” she says, kissing my jaw.
“What?” I smile, and she swats at my chest.
“You know what.”
I flip us around so that I’m lying over her on the bed, settled between her legs. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
We’re quiet for a moment as I take in her face. Her fingers draw a line over my jaw, down the side of my neck. She’s so much stronger than she gives herself credit for. Coming here, ignoring the risks of turning her back on her father. On my brother. The least I can do is be strong as well.
“We’re going home,” I say, finally.
I’ve avoided it since I left Texas, but there’s only one way to end this battle with my family, and that’s to face it head-on. No more running. No more avoiding. I’ve used every excuse I can think of, but time is up. If she can face her demons, then it’s time I face mine.
“Home?” Her eyebrows pinch.
“Texas.”
Willa shakes her head until I grab her chin, forcing her to look at me.
“We’re going home, and I’m going to put an end to this for both of us.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I do.” I press my forehead to hers. “Should have done it a long time ago. I should have fought for you and my grandpa. It’s about time I finally did.”
“Dean—”
“I’m not letting you go this time. Good, bad. We’re in this together.”
“We’re going home,” she whispers, and I nod.
It’s time to return to where all the chaos started.
24
Chaos
