“Pretty sure I’m here in the flesh right in front you, Willow.” Her hands slide up my chest, and I bend my knees to get on her level. She’s a tiny thing when it comes to her height. I’m nearly a foot taller than she is, and while it makes for some tricky maneuvering, it also works.
“But are you real, like, is this real life? No other man on this earth would hold back not once but twice. So, you know…” My hands grasp her hips, pulling her between my thighs, allowing her to feel the way my cock burns for her. I’ve got the biggest case of blue balls I’ve ever had in my life. Still, not going to take away time with her grandmother.
When she recovered from needing a minute, I pushed her into the bathroom, told her to do whatever she needed, like shower, brush her teeth, figuring she probably had another change of clothes in her bag. Willow did, then explained the reason behind it, not that she’s used to having what she calledspend-the-night parties.I didn’t ask, she offered the information. And while we were spilling our guts, I did the same.
Willow Ashford is the first woman I’ve ever brought home, and if I have anything to say about it, she’ll be the only woman, fucking ever. The best thing about that was while the admission made me look like a grade-A asshole, Willow didn’t judge. If anything, she looked honored with the way she jumped into my arms and kissed me until we were breathless. It was all the answer I needed.
“I’m real, peaches. Now, go see your grandmother, do whatever it is you need, whether it’s work, heading home to repack your bag, and then come back here or however you handle it. I get that you have brunch with your family Sunday. Doesn’t mean I can’t have you until then.” Truth be told, with today being Friday and the mill finally being fully staffed again, I’m back to normal working hours. I also got a raise, more vacation pay, and a bonus. Do I think having regular hours will last? Fuck no. There’s too much of a turnover rate at Industrial, and I’m not dumb to think otherwise.
“It could be late. After I see grandmother, I have to get some work done and hand it off to my father.” She bites her plush lower lip, turning me on all the more. I’m going to either have to take a cold-as-fuck shower or wrap my hand around my cock and get off.
“Bring your work here. Email that shit. No need to go into the office to be interrupted every damn time someone walks by.” She arches an eyebrow.
“Hmm, is that what you’ve been doing the past couple of weeks?” I’ve walked right into that question.
“Damn straight. Needed my eyes on you, smell your sweet scent, and make sure nobody else was trying to go after my woman.” That brings a sweet smile to her face. It also has Willow arching into my dick. Jesus, at least this time, I’m in a pair of sweatpants and not in a pair of jeans that are restrictive as hell.
“Well, then I guess it’s a good thing no one else at Industrial is as good looking as you or that there aren’t a lot of women running around. I’d hate to have to scratch someone’s eyes out.” The feeling is entirely mutual. I also like knowing she’s as territorial about me as I am about her.
“I like when your claws come out to play, peaches.” Her eyes flare with heat, and when I tilt my head to the side trying to decipher what she’ll say next, she nearly knocks me off my damn feet.
“I’ll be sure to dig them in your thighs while I’m on my knees. I’ll text you to let you know how things are going.”
“Looking forward to having you to myself tonight, Willow. I’ll leave the back door unlocked. Gotta work on the boat a little, maybe take you out on it this weekend. You in a bathing suit, nothing around us but the sun and water.” My lips land on hers. She opens for me willingly, moaning into my mouth, and I swallow every last sound. If I’ve gotta go all day and possibly all night without her, I’m doing it with her taste on my lips, her moans filling my head, and the feeling of her body pressed against mine.
“Jace,” she purrs softly. My forehead meets hers when the kiss is over. I’d rather keep her right here all day, pressed against her car, but she has shit to do, and I’m only prolonging the inevitable.
“Get outta here, peaches, or I’ll do my best to convince you to stay.” Her hand slides down my bare chest, the tips of her fingers tracing each dip and line of my abdomen, lingering right above the waistband of my sweats. “Fuck.” I hiss out a breath when she dips her fingers inside, skimming her thumb along the tip, gathering a drop of precum, and now I’m rethinking yanking down her pants, doing the same to mine, and burying myself in her tight wet heat.
“Yum. That should hold me over.” I watch as she slides the digit between her lips, swirls around her thumb, and licks her lips.
“Goddamn it, peaches. You better come back to me, or I’m coming after you,” I groan.
“Promises, promises,” she teases.
“Nah, that’s a goddamn guarantee.” I help her inside her car, smacking her ass while doing so. She gives a small shriek, smiles over her shoulder, and enjoys every damn second of what we do together. Today is going to go by slowly as hell, I can already feel it. I watch as she backs out of the driveway while leaning against my truck, and I don’t leave until her taillights are long gone.
9
Jace
Willow’s scent invades my senses the minute I walk back inside, and fuck do I like it a whole hell of a lot. The only problem I have right now is I’m left with a massive hard-on and my woman is gone for the day, a damn conundrum I’ll say. I walk through the house, noticing her coffee mug is still sitting on the counter, my own near hers, and the remnants of our breakfast littering the sink. She tried to help me before she left, but I told her they can wait and would take me less than two minutes to load in the dishwasher. Then I walked her out, and now I’m back inside.
I abandon the coffee mugs, liking little pieces of her surrounding me, and take care of the few dishes. My phone ringing in the bedroom makes me turn off the faucet, close the dishwasher door, and wipe my hands on a towel.
“Who the fuck could that be?” I wonder out loud to myself. Surely, Willow wouldn’t be calling me when she’s only a few miles down the road.
I snag my phone off the dresser and see that it’s my sister.
“Jade, you good?” I ask, answering the phone. It’s rare that she’ll call me. Usually, she communicates through text, and I’ve got myself to blame for that. I was an overprotective asshole, still have that in me, but since she’s with my best friend, I’ve hadto loosen the hold on being the man who saves the day while protecting her, too.
“Hi, Jace. I’m good. How are you?” Yeah, I need to work on my delivery.
“Shit, sorry. Just peachy over here. I’m off for the next five days. Gonna hang around the house, work on the boat, and relax. What about you?” She makes this noise in the back of her throat, and I’m more than sure it’s to keep herself from laughing.
“Now, you’re learning. I wonder if that has something to do with a woman.” I grunt at her response, ignoring her need to goad me into answering. She learned from the best, and I’m not a fucking schmuck.
“Nice try.” My eyes catch on the unmade bed, sheets half on the bed, half off, pillows on the floor, and I’m leaving it that way, too. No need to clean up a mess when we’re just gonna make a bigger one once she’s back here tonight.
