It’s not like there’s anyone still here worth talking to. And as much as I want to walk across the bar and cave Kincaid’s face in, I won’t.
Willa’s eyebrows pinch when she looks up at me, and I know she reads the worry on my face, but she doesn’t ask what’s on my mind. We’ve always had this silent way of communicating with each other. Our lives were similar enough that we didn’t need to explain ourselves to know what the other one was going through. She relates to me in a way no one else has.
We step outside, and it’s cooler here than it is in Vegas this time of year, but not cold enough to need a jacket. Still, Willa curls at my side when we step outside like she can’t get close enough. A breeze tangles in her dark hair, making it dance as we walk through the parking lot.
A streetlamp overhead flickers.
Lanceleaf Valley is a small town in the middle of Texas. People only come here if they know someone or have a reason to be driving through. The only place to hang out on Main Street is Ransack. The rest of the shops are closed for the night and quiet.
I lead Willa around the corner. Cars have piled in since we got here, so we have to weave through them. Music filters through the thin walls, echoing down the empty street.
Willa’s fingers graze up and down on my stomach, and she keeps her thighs pressed together with every step.
She’s a live wire, and I’m ready to snap.
The moment we’re around the corner, I pick Willa up and carry her over to a car that’s parked near my bike, laying her out on the hood.
“Dean, what are you doing? We’ll set off the car alarm.”
Her fingers dig into my hair as I lean over her, sliding my hand up her skirt. “I don’t hear anything.”
“Still. This isn’t our car.”
“Don’t care.” I drag my fingers through her, and I know she doesn’t care either.
Her slick thighs squeeze my hand, desperately aching for a release.
“Spread your knees, Willa.” I roll a finger over her clit while she opens her legs. “Wider.”
A pretty little smirk grows in the corner of her mouth as she tips her knees open farther. Her feet rest on the front bumper.
“You’re such a bad girl for me, aren’t you?” I sink three fingers in, and her head tips back.
“Yes.” It’s a pant and a moan.
She scratches the hood of the car with her nails, but there’s nothing to grip. Her ass slides against metal as she rides my hand.
The sound of the music gets louder as the door to the bar swings open. A couple rounds the corner to get to their car, and Willa starts to sit up, trying to close her legs.
But I hook her knees, widening them again. “Did I tell you to get up?”
She bites her lip, shaking her head. Slowly, she lies back on the hood, not trying to stop me when I spread her wider and sink another finger in.
The couple’s car is a few down, and under the darkness of night, they can’t see Willa well. But it’s clear what we’re doing. My fingers slide into Willa’s cunt, and her moan makes the woman’s eyes widen.
People are so easily shocked. And maybe I should care that this random couple is seeing what I’m doing to my girl, but after tonight, I don’t give a fuck. I want the whole world to know that she’s mine. If it wouldn’t have gotten me arrested, I’d have laid her out on the bar inside.
“Can I help you?” I ask when they haven’t stopped staring, and the guy turns them both away.
They climb into the car and drive off.
“You have no limits.” Willa moans, tipping her head back as I play with her pussy.
Her head shakes side to side while I undo my pants. “You’re wrong about that. I have one limit.”
“What’s that?” She looks down as my cock presses against her.
She wets her lips like she’s fucking starving for me.
