His wonderment makes me smile. He never talks this much—not about things like this, at least—and it’s sweet and sensual at the same time.
“Because we’re good together,” I tell him quietly, almost hoping he doesn’t hear me because it’s too much. I know it’s too much, but damn it, it’s the truth. I’ve been a fucking mess this week, and the only change was not being around him, talking to him, sleeping with him.
“Yes. We. Are.” He punctuates each word with a hard thrust, and I feel myself getting close again. The arm around my waist protects most of my back from the friction. My thoughts turn to how I can get to my clit without disobeying him since both of his hands are occupied, but I can’t figure out a way.
“Focus on me, Will. What do you need?”
“My clit. I’m so close, but I need more stimulation,” I moan out frustrated.
“Such a good girl, not wanting to move your arms and defy me.” I hear the cockiness in his voice, and I want to call him on it, but the arm around my back moves as he steps back and creates more room between us.
“This what you need? My fingers on you?”
“Oh God, yes!” I scream, and the orgasm hits me hard. It completely catches me off guard with how strong it is as I scream out into the wild.
“Squeeze me just like that. Yes. Shit.” I hear his words, but I’m too lost in my orgasm to focus.
The fingers on my clit move away, and both hands grip my ass as he moves me with his thrusts as he comes.
He rests his forehead against mine, and it’s the most intimate moment I’ve ever had. I move my hands to his shoulders and just revel in the feeling.
We’re both trying to catch our breath, and I’m doing a very poor job of hiding how much this entire night is affecting me.
“I didn’t intend for this to happen,” he whispers against my lips.
“Yeah, I’ll take the blame for this one.” I huff out a laugh, then wince as a sore spot of my back scrapes against the tree.
“Oh shit, your back.” He abruptly pulls out of me, sets me down, and spins me around to check on me.
The brightness of a flashlight shines around me as he speaks, “I might have ruined your shirt.”
“Worth it.” I sigh.
He spins me back around, placing his hand on my jaw before bending down to kiss me.
Pulling back, the light shines over his face just enough to see the emotion on it.
“Can I take you somewhere, or do you want to go home and get to bed?” He sounds worried, and I realize how late it is.
“Let’s go.” I’m sure the tiredness will hit me, but this feels like a night for vulnerabilities and openness, and I don’t want to squander that for something as mundane as sleep.
Chapter 18
Oakley
This night feels like a dream.
As I lead Willow to the rock formation that overlooks most of Bluebell Falls and is close to the actual waterfall the town is named after, I think about how panicked I was to find her walking along in the park at midnight. It freaked me out so much that I spilled all my anxious thoughts I had been ruminating on.
I sure as hell didn’t expect her to kiss me, or to take her against a fucking tree. Her back is all beaten up, and I’ll have to take care of it later, but right now, I want to talk. A novel idea coming from someone who actively refused to talk to anyone for the better part of a year, but here we are.
It takes less than ten minutes to make our way to the rocks, and after grabbing the flashlight Willow so smartly brought with her, it makes everything go a lot faster.
Holding her hand, I sit down on one of the flat rocks and pull her onto my lap.
“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever been up here. Lennox would probably be pissed about that.” She giggles.
“I doubt most people even know this is here. It’s always empty when I come up,” I tell her, holding her tightly to me.
