“Apparently, you’re not lying.” Jace chuckles just as our waitress makes an appearance.
“Hi, I’m Xena. I’ll be your server for the day. Our special today is the all-you-can-eat shrimp, lobster bisque for soup, and our house wells are two-for-one. What can I get started for you?” I order a mixed cocktail. Jace orders a soda and crab cake bites. A man after my own heart. He must know I’m starving.
“Take it you like the bike.” The man in front of me has a smirk on his lips when Xena leaves.
“Like? I’m pretty sure I love it. I may be begging for more rides if you’re not careful.” It’s a double entendre, one he picks up on right away.
“Any time, any place, peaches. I’m yours.” Xena returns with our drinks and appetizer, and we give her our order while she’s here. I have to say there’s something about fast service that makes me happy.
“Sorry, it’s the nurse for my grandmother.” The phone ringing in my pocket interrupts our time.
My stomach grumbles and mourns the fact that the waitress will be dropping off our meal in no time, and my meal of boom boom shrimp tacos, a perfect sweet and spicy sauce with a salsa, topped with cheese, and tomatoes will probably be sitting cold. Then there are the hush puppies, French fries, and cole slaw thatcome along with it. Clearly, I’m starving and have worked up quite the appetite throughout the day.
“No apology needed.” Jace crosses his arms over his chest and gives me a subtle nod. What I do notice is that he doesn’t dig into his food; he’s waiting on me, which means I need to make this quick.
“Hi, Brenda,” I answer the phone, trying to hold back the worry in my tone as I move away from the tables to take the call.
“Hi, Willow, everything’s okay. I didn’t give you an update after yesterday, so I thought I’d call you to do it now. She’s been sleeping more today and repeating a lot of the same sequences. We’ve been able to keep her smiling by folding laundry, and believe me, there’s plenty of that to go around here,” she jokes to help ease the tension. I wasn’t aware I needed her to.
“Oh god, thank you. I almost called this morning, but I know rounds can be hectic along with the shift change. I truly appreciate you taking time out of your day to update me. Do you think it’d be okay to stop by tomorrow in the early afternoon? I don’t have to come inside the room, but I’d love to see her with my own two eyes.” I’ve done my fair share of research and am well aware that she’s progressing faster with this disease than she was last year.
“Of course. I’m hopeful she’ll do better tomorrow,” Brenda replies.
“Except you never know. Thank you. I appreciate your help so much. Give her hand a squeeze for me.” I’d say a hug, but Grandmother doesn’t always handle those too well. Hence the hand squeeze I give her unless she’s having an exceptional day.
“I sure will. See you tomorrow,” Brenda says.
“See you tomorrow.” I hang up and place my phone in my back pocket, then return to the table. I moved to the corner of the deck so I wouldn’t bother the others eating their meals.
“Everything good?” Jace asks.
“Everything’s perfect. Please eat. I don’t want your food to get cold.” I take a sip of my mixed drink and eye Jace’s food, noticing it was dropped off and hoping I wasn’t on the phone for too long. He went with the dinner plate of gator, fries, cole slaw, and a hush puppies as well.
“Peaches, not eating while you’re on the phone with someone you care about. Now, dig in. We’ve got all afternoon to do whatever it is you want. Eat, have a couple of more drinks, listen to music, go on a little walk along the boardwalks, and then ride home. The choice is yours, Willow, all yours.” With that, he tucks into his food. I do the same, enjoying the soft touches Jace occasionally sends my way, and great conversation.
14
Jace
“Jesus,” I murmur against Willow’s heated flesh. She woke up wet and aching with a side of worry. I didn’t even say good morning. Her back was pressed to my chest, my thigh wedged between hers, and she arched back in that way telling me what she needed without saying a single word.
I flipped her onto her back and kissed her until we were breathless, her hands digging into my hair, legs locked around my waist, and her hot little pussy grinding along the underside of my cock. I worked my way down her curvy little body, paying homage to her peach-scented skin. Fuck, she goes to my head faster than anything I could have ever dreamed of. No shot of whisky, no rush of adrenaline from riding my bike, not a single fucking thing makes me feel the way I feel when I’m with her.
I’ve had love before, got a mom and sister who show it to me on the daily. Even when they give me some much-deserved hell. But the love from a good woman? There’s nothing better. Willow Ashford has wiggled her way into my heart and soul in a short period of time.
I moved my mouth to her nipples, sucking, biting, and licking each delicious tip. Willow tried to get me to move lower, but I wasn’t allowing it. I wanted to take my time, work her up to turn her head off, and chase the worries away.
Christ almighty, Willow coming on my cock is magical. Watching as she comes from sucking on her cherry-red nipples is even better, but when she comes on my mouth, cunt squeezing my fingers, and sucking the tip of my digit into her ass?
It’s goddamn amazing.
“Jace.” I flutter my tongue against her clit. Her hands tighten their hold in my hair. She’s got her feet flattened on the mattress, and each in and out thrust of my fingers has her lifting her ass up to chase her impending climax. I don’t just look, I fucking worship, using my thumb to pull her open, exposing more of her pink glistening folds. The sight before me is hot enough to tear a growl from my chest. I lean in, my hot breath hitting her sensitive flesh before my tongue even touches her clit. Her fingers clench the sheets beneath her when I curl my two fingers inside her and swirl my tongue around her tight bud in punishing circles. The onslaught of sensations is slowly pushing her to edge. I pick up my pace and suck her clit with strong pulls. My groan vibrates and has her body locking up further.
Willow’s pussy clamps down on my fingers as she shatters, hips bucking uncontrollably against my mouth, and I don’t pull away. I drink her in, taking every last drop she has to give, stroking her through her tremors. I wouldn’t miss this for fucking anything. My eyes travel the length of her body, skin flush and pupils blown out from her climax.
“Take your time getting ready, peaches. Gonna make you a cup of coffee while you’re getting ready.” I place a soft kiss on her clit, plant the palms of my hands on the mattress, and lift my body up. My cock is rock hard, and she looks at it with longing. “Not enough time. Later,” I mutter against her thigh.
“Jace, that’s not fair.” Willow sits up, breasts bouncing, inner thighs coated with her wetness.
