“Willow, fuck, I can’t—”
“Come with me!” I scream, locking my legs around his, flinging myself upward and enveloping his beautiful cock.
Apparently, this is what it’s like taking an avalanche to bed and wanting to be crushed.
Because a second later, his body goes as rigid as steel.
He plunges to my depths, swelling at the edge of my womb with embers from hell in those whiskey-dark eyes, so bright they’re almost russet now.
It’s enough to send me flying right over the edge again, a split second ahead of him exploding in the condom.
I swear it’s so hot, so intense, so much I can feel him erupting inside me.
The rest of what I feel leaves no doubt whatsoever.
His massive body seizes, a ragged curse lodged in his throat, every last bit of him hellbent on claiming me for what I know will be the first of many, many rounds.
We come together for an age, our hips fighting each other for every last squeeze of pleasure, our voices shot for the next few hours.
Dear God.
I’m barely coherent enough to gasp for air when he finally rolls off me, shoving his lips on mine for one more possessive, jealous, and all-too-addicting kiss.
Stick a fork in me.
I was done twenty minutes ago.
I also know this is something I have to experience again.
Soon.
One wild round with Grady McKnight is so not enough for this lifetime.
14
If He Hollers (Grady)
I pinch myself, making sure I haven’t turned inside the fuck out.
Every time I look at Willow Wisp, I remember how she shuddered, moaning my name as she came like the Fourth of July.
I try to keep my proud grin hidden, but I can’t.
I’m still a dude. Sue me.
Go ahead and bet how much I loved every nanosecond of her walls pinching my cock. Loved the feel of her hot, wet pussy clenching, aching, coming undone.
I left her in pieces, and I want to be the only man who puts her back together.
Worst part is, as soon as I was spent, I wanted her all over again like a man craves an oasis in the dry-ass desert. I never even softened.
The only reason I hadn’t taken her again was because of the girls.
That instinct was right.
They were breaking into cookies in the kitchen when I came downstairs after my shower, after Willow, taking my sweet time to avoid rousing suspicion.
Don’t get me wrong.
I’ve never been annoyed to see my lovely daughters, but at that moment, fuck.
I truly wished they were a little older and out for a nice, long country drive instead.
All because I wanted to claim, toss, and shake Willow Macklin seven ways from Sunday.
All I wanted were a thousand more of those hot, wet, sexy-as-all-hell kisses.
I’m still aching for her lips and it’s been over three hours.
Every minute since leaving that bed has been a special torture.
After grilling up the burgers for dinner and eating, we took the girls out to the barn to check on Bruce. He’s as content as ever, looking bored like he never busted out in the storm.
Willow showered too, and now she’s wearing a pair of jean shorts and a white t-shirt with purple eyes. One of my spares with The Purple Bobcat’s logo.
Damn if it doesn’t hang off of her like a Siren. A man always gets hard enough to break concrete whenever a chick he’s drunk on wears his shirt.
Facts of life from the Book of Grady.
Even worse, my bobcat’s pupils are right over her pert, suckable nipples, teasing me with how bad I’d love another taste. Just remembering how I’d softened those hard nubs with every stroke of my tongue puts lightning in my blood.
We’re all in the living room now, watching a movie that lost my attention an hour ago.
My one-track mind is stuck on her tits, and my cock jolts every time I look at her.
So this is how it ends.
My entire life, gone in a puff of manic, dick-crazed obsession with Little Miss Tiger Thief.
Fuck.
My eyes keep flicking to the birch-skinned clock above the fireplace, trying to make the minutes go by faster until it’s time for the girls to go up to bed.
I know.
Believe me, I know.
If I couldn’t actually see that silver minute hand slowly chugging along, I’d swear it needs new batteries.
The movie finally ends, and we walk the girls up to bed.
By the time I meet her in the hall, after we’ve each told the girls good night, I’m so hard I’m worried I’ll explode.
She just looks up at me, batting those baby-blue eyes under her thick lashes. A husky giggle slips out of those pink parted lips.
Just like she knows.
Swallowing thickly, I pull her close, attacking her mouth with mine, loving how she feels against me, kissing me back like return fire.
“Downstairs,” I whisper, swatting her ass. “Don’t make me ask again.”
“Ah, so the bat cave tonight? Where no one will hear?” she asks, running a hand under my shirt.
“Yes.” I grasp her ass cheeks again with both hands, kneading her like the most precious dough ever made. “It’s either that, or I’ll have to stuff your panties in your mouth.”
“Ass!” She swipes my shoulder with a playful smack, adorable merriment in her eyes. “When?”
I kiss her slowly, dragging it out, pretending I’m not dying to take her right the hell here.
“Hm. Don’t know. How about...” Long pause. “Now.”
The trip to the basement is a mad dash, and once the door is closed and locked, rabid desperation for what we both want takes over.
For the second time today, we nearly rip our clothes off each other, hurling them aside like they’re poison between another round of fuck-hot kisses.
If anyone knew what she did to me, they’d have me committed.
I’ve never, never, never wanted a woman like I want Willow.
And I can’t believe it’s only because I’ve been with my needs going unsatisfied for years. That might be part of it, but the rest begins and ends with every sweet inch of her.
Frankly, I don’t care about explanations.
We’re way past whats and whys.
I’m too riled, too ready, and too broke in the head to contemplate anything except my Willow Wisp naked as the day she was born and laid out under me.
We don’t say a word.
She just steps closer, gives me a playful shove, and I throw myself back on the futon, still folded down from our last encounter interrupted by the great tiger escape.
It also now has a set of sheets, a couple pillows, and a comforter I’d brought down here earlier, fully anticipating we’d be spending the night together.
I look up from the mattress, laughing.
She climbs on with a fire-blue glint in her eye, those heavenly legs spread wide, straddling me.
Fucking hell, do I love this newfound courage, this other side of her gushing out.
Before, her lips tasted nervous, even if they were still blistering hot.
Now, my innocent Willow becomes a whirlwind.
Now, she brings her mouth to mine with a breathy, slick hunger that matches my own.
My dick jerks against her thigh, grinding into her skin, making her give up a moan that tastes like mulled wine.
Grabbing her hands, I urge them to my shoulders, holding her eyes.