“Excuse—”
“You’ve been dismissed,” I bark, glancing up at Willow.
Eyes wide, brows raised, and jaw dropped, she’s stunned silent. An amused smirk plays at the corner of her mouth, and I don’t wait for him to respond as I return to devouring her pussy, reveling in the hard crunch of gravel beneath her ex’s retreating footsteps.
Flattening my tongue, I wrap my lips around her clit, lapping at her relentlessly while matching the tempo of my fingers inside her. Applying pressure to her favorite place, sucking on her bud, I consume her entirely—until she’s shattering all around me.
Her release soaks my face, cascading down my chin along with the shower stream. Willow’s boneless, body slumping as I slowly pull my fingers from her, ensuring her gaze locks on mine as I lick her taste from my skin.
She snatches my wrist, raising my hand to her own mouth. I drown in the multitudes of her eyes, swallowed entirely by her lust-laced irises as she slips my two fingers into her mouth, sucking herself away.
“Fuck, Willow,” I mutter, adjusting myself when I stand, attempting to relieve any ounce of the pressure in my raging cock. “I’m going to be thinking about this all day. You have any fucking clue what you do to me, Trouble?”
“Fantasize about me,” she murmurs, rising on her toes to brush her lips over mine. “Then come home tonight and show me what it is I do to you.”
She kisses me once, tongue darting out to taste her essence on my lips before she spins, taunting her flawless ass as she leaves me in the shower—hard and aching.
Thankfully, I’m not late to camp, even if I didn’t beat her prick of an ex down here. He glares at me when I step onto the sand. I grin because we both know I’m the one with the taste of her inside my mouth.
I run my tongue over my top lip, the gesture clear as the blue sky above us:mine.
Later that night,after I’ve shown her exactly how she makes me feel, we lie tangled in my bed. She’s on her side, flush against my chest as I pepper strategic kisses over her spine.
“What are you doing?” she asks sleepily—contented. My chest expands at the sound.
“Counting your freckles,” I whisper, dragging my lips along her back.
She hums, laughing softly. “I read once that the placement of your freckles are all the spots your soulmate kissed you in a past life.”
“Hmm.” I muse, gliding my mouth over her soft, smooth skin. “I must’ve been hungry back then.”
“Weston.” Willow’s breath hitches, lips parting as I gently roll atop her. Her heart pounds erratically against my chest, matching the beat of my own. She’s the picture of pristine beauty, utter perfection—golden hair a halo around her glowing face, crystalline eyes bursting with awe.
I dip my head, murmuring against her lips, “But love, in this lifetime, I’m starving.”
CHAPTER 31
WILLOW
Half-way through my afternoon shift at the flower shop, I stare out the window, mindlessly watching tourists meander around the boardwalk. Weston’s words from last night are the soundtrack in my mind, playing on a loop—etched into my bones, imprinted on my ears, written beneath my eyelids.
In this lifetime, I’m starving.
I was so stunned, I merely whispered his name, all other words lost to me. He hadn’t seemed bothered, though. He smiled as if he understood it—the exact, indescribable feeling floating in the center of my being. I fell asleep wrapped up in him, wondering how the sensation he elicited in me was even possible.
It’s a slow August day, but Mom asked me to come in and help out since she’s swamped with preparing arrangements for a beach wedding tomorrow. She’s in the back, music blasting through her earbuds, organizing an array of seasonal blooms.
I’m dragged from my thoughts when a buzzing erupts in my back pocket. I pull out my phone to find a call from an unknown number with an unrecognizable area code. I press ignore, sending them to voicemail.
Last thing I’d be caught dead doing is answering the phone for someone I don’t know.
A moment later, it vibrates again with a text. My stomach leaps up my throat, splattering onto the floor at my feet when I read it.
Unknown Number:
It’s Parker.
I spoke to Chelsea. We need to talk.
