Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 73(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 73(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
It’s been a week since she’s moved in here. A week of going to bed and waking up together. A week of flirting and fucking. A week of watching classic movies and getting to know each other. She asked that we keep what’s happening between us quiet until we know for sure it’s going somewhere. Today is a family barbecue, though, and there’s no way I’m keeping what’s happening between us quiet. It’s been hard enough trying to keep my hands off her at work every damn day.
Pushing my boxers down, I release my dick so she’s now rubbing skin to skin. My hand grips the curve of her hip, and she stills, knowing I’m now awake. Then she picks up her ministrations again. Rubbing along my length, which is hardening by the second.
My hand glides up her side and over her tit. I squeeze it hard, and she arches her back. I push the top of her tank down and pinch her nipple. Willow tries to remain quiet, but I catch the tiny sigh that escapes her lips, and it makes me smile.
I love her sighs and moans. Anything that tells me I’m making her happy or satisfied. Pleasuring her. Making her feel good. Until Willow, I never much cared about how a woman felt. They were all just warm bodies to sink into. And I never allowed them to spend the night. With my little sister living with me, and then my niece, I never wanted to set a bad example. And if I spent the night at their place, I’d usually leave before they woke up. But with Willow, all I want to do is spend my days and nights in bed with her.
I push Willow’s hair out of the way, and then her thong, and then leaning forward, I spread her thighs enough that I can sink my dick into her from behind. She helps me by propping her foot up onto the side of my thigh. My lips trail kisses along her delicate neck and collarbone as I slowly move in and out of her.
Her soft sighs turn into loud moans. Her ass pushes back against my pelvis, and she meets me thrust for thrust. I grab ahold of her tit again, pinching and pulling on it, before I go lower, dipping my hand beneath the front of her underwear. She’s soaking wet. I press my thumb against her swollen clit and massage circles. It only takes a few seconds before she explodes. Her pussy clamps down on my dick and her juices soak my fingers. Knowing she’s come, I let myself come as well, shooting my hot seed deep into her.
For a brief moment, an overwhelming sense of sadness hits me, knowing that no matter what we do, no matter how many times I take Willow raw, she’ll never be able to get pregnant. Not because I need a child of my own, but because I’ve seen the way she is around other people’s kids, and I know she would make a damn good mom. And because of something out of her control, whether it’s genetic or science or whatever, she’s been robbed of that chance.
And I vow in this moment to make sure every today with Willow is filled with so much love and happiness, she’ll never for a second miss what she can’t have.
“So, you and Willow, huh?” Jase asks, leaning up against the wall of his back patio. I was going to announce our being together at the barbecue, but then I got worried of how they might react. So, instead, I texted him and Quinn to let them know, so when we showed up, they wouldn’t be shocked and make Willow feel uncomfortable. I should’ve known, though, they would have my back. We always have each other’s back.
“I didn’t see it coming,” I admit, watching her, Celeste, and Skyla wading in the pool, probably gossiping about God knows what. “But she’s fucking amazing.”
“And young,” he adds, his tone clear of judgment.
“Ten years younger, but she’s been through a lot. She’s probably more mature than the both of us combined,” I joke. I’m glad when he doesn’t ask me to explain because it’s not my story to tell, and I won’t tell Willow’s story unless she tells me it’s okay.
“If you’re happy then I’m happy.” He pats me on the shoulder. “I have to ask, though. What happens if it doesn’t work out? How will that work with her being employed by us?”
“It will work out,” I tell him. “She’s the one, man. No doubt about it.”
Jase’s cell phone goes off and he pulls it out of his pocket to check it. “Quinn can’t make it. Rick needs her at some function.” He rolls his eyes.
“Leave her alone. She’s in love, and they’re still newlyweds.”