“That’s not why,” I said. “It’s just that—you’re not actually married, Willa. You were never his. When you get that goddamn driver’s license…you’re gonna be Willa Pruitt.”
Her fingers dragged over mine. She didn’t look at me.
“I’d rather be Willa Holt,” she whispered.
The bathroom was very quiet.
I felt her hold her breath after she said it, waiting for me to respond.
But I…I couldn’t. Not yet. It was too fast, and I knew that, even if she didn’t.
I pressed my lips to her temple. Then her cheekbone. Then the corner of her jaw, and I felt her exhale.
“You got a middle name?” I asked.
Willa shook her head. “They never gave me one. I’ve always just been Willa.”
“Do you want one?”
She laughed softly. “Could be whatever I wanted, huh?”
I shrugged. “Strawberry,” I said. “You like strawberries, right?”
She snorted. I laughed with her and kissed the top of her head.
“That’s a horrible middle name,” she said.
“Okay, okay…” I nodded. “Still waiting on a suggestion from you.”
She hummed. “Cordelia.”
“Fancy.”
“It’s what Anne wants to be called in Anne of Green Gables,” Willa said. “She thought it was more romantic.”
“It is more romantic,” I said. “It’s also a hell of a lot of name.”
Willa turned in my arms then, and she shifted to wrap her arms around my neck, straddle me. The water sloshed dangerously close to the edge of the tub; I didn’t care, because her pussy was gliding against my cock.
She smiled. “Willa June,” she said.
I regarded her. “June…pretty.”
“It is.”
“But why June?”
She was quiet for just a moment.
“Because that’s when I got free,” she said. “Because that’s when I found you.”
I should’ve stopped her. Should’ve said something different. But I wanted to give her everything.
“Willa June Holt,” I murmured. “A beautiful name for a beautiful woman.”
She reached between us to line me up and just…sank down on my cock.
I groaned at the tight clench of her pussy, my eyes fluttering shut. Too fast. It was too fast, and I knew that, and I knew I couldn’t keep her, but…damn it, I wanted to. Her hands slid up to my shoulders, hanging onto me as she rocked her hips.
