So fucking gorgeous.
So fucking delicious.
My cock is hard as a rock. I’ll be taking a cold shower and jacking off to thoughts of what happened in here when Willow goes to bed.
“Does that at least make up for some of my dickness?” I ask, looking up at her.
She spreads her fingers a few inches apart and massages my scalp. “A little. You still have some making up to do. I can take payment with your tongue a few more times.”
I stand up, rub my hands down her sides, and then squeeze her hips. “Lucky for you, I don’t mind paying interest.”
She laughs. “Good to know.”
I jerk my head toward the outside of the shower. “You ready to hit the sheets? It’s late, and I know you’re beat.”
She nods. “You did just lick all the energy out of me.”
I grunt when she wipes her mouth, and my hands are shoved off her hips. This time, she’s the one dropping to her knees.
I stop her when she opens her mouth and bobs her head toward my dick. “No, this was about you.”
I’ve turned down blow jobs on more than one occasion, but my body has never physically ached when I did, like it is doing now. I eye her full lips, the way she’s licking them and staring at my cock like she can’t wait to taste it.
“Trust me,” she says. I tense and moan when she licks the pre-cum from the tip. “Me sucking your cock is just as much for me.”
Her lips wrap around me before I can even come up with a response. My cock twitches, growing even harder, and I let her set the pace even though I want to plow my cock in and out of her mouth, fuck it until she can’t breathe.
She takes me in, sucking me hard, and adds her hand to stroke me.
I throw my head back. “Shit, Willow. This is amazing.”
She devours my cock, not stopping to catch her breath once, as water pours down over us. I thought the sight of pleasuring her with my tongue was my favorite, but her on her knees, sucking my cock, is running in close second.
I can’t wait to fuck her again.
I know that’ll be number fucking one.
“So fucking good.”
My plan of not controlling her speed annihilates when I feel it coming. I jerk my hips up, and she moans against my cock, exciting it more.
“So good.” I swipe the hair away from her face, so I can see every inch of her and give her a warning when I come, but she doesn’t pull away.
The water turns cold at the same time she swallows my cum with a smile.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Willow
“And then what happened?” Stella asks, nearly jumping off the couch in eagerness.
I’m back at work, and we’re hanging out in her over-the-top trailer while she’s making me do another rundown of what happened last night. She knows everything but the part where we dry-humped each other and had an oral face-off.
She’ll get that story another time. It’s still fresh in my mind, and I don’t want questions to ruin the image yet.
Nervousness is an understatement of what I felt when I woke up this morning. The bed was empty. A bad sign. I grabbed my phone, and my heart settled when I heard the shower running. Joining him crossed my mind, but I’m not as gutsy as him.
When he got out, he said the truck was ready to pick up, and a shop employee would give us a ride there.
An hour later, we were back on the road.
No more kissing, hugging, or talks of what went down, literally, last night. It gave me relief yet also fried my brain at the same time. I’m concerned. Scared. Terrified.
We made light conversation. He told me about Maven’s call last night. She was homesick and wanted to hear his voice. We listened to the radio, and I let him choose the music. It was not Justin Bieber.
“You know what happened,” I answer.
Stella gives me a puppy-dog look. “No, I don’t,” she whines. “More happened than what you’re telling me. I know you better than you believe.”
I throw my arms out and fall back on the couch. “You’ve pulled every detail out of me. What more do you want? I can start making stuff up if it helps your weird imagination. We got married. Adopted kids to go with the baby on the way. Bought a house with a four-car garage. Surprise!”
She rolls her eyes. “No one copped a feel while you were sleeping together? Surely, the two of you are horny as hell, considering you’ve both been celibate for a minute. There you were, stranded in the rain, cold and lonely. How romantic.”
“Now, you’re making shit up. We weren’t cold and lonely.”
She clips a dark strand of hair behind her ear. “Work with me here.” She narrows one eye at me, studying, like the answer she wants is marked across my skin. “You have every side effect of an orgasm.”
“Side effect? Since when did you get into the pharmaceutical business?”
“I haven’t seen a smile that bright on your face in a long time. Your skin is glowing. You look like you’ve been wandering around Wonderland all day.”
“Pregnancy gives me mood swings. I could get crazy angry in three seconds.”
She jumps up from the couch to lock the door, and I squirm in my seat when she joins me again.
“Uh, what are you doing? Keeping me hostage until I give you what you want?”
Her lips curl up. “How’d you know?”
I rub my hands together. “You have to promise you won’t tell Hudson.”
“Jesus, Willow,” she moans out, her smile collapsing. “Do you not trust me anymore?”
My cheeks burn. “The whole scenario at your party scares the crap out of me.”
She sucks her cheeks in before answering, “The only reason Hudson found out was because he was eavesdropping, not because I told him. I would’ve kept your secret.”
She rises from the couch again. I’m afraid I’ve pissed her off when she unlocks the door and sticks her head out the door.
“Hudson?” she yells, looking around before slamming it shut, the lock clicking back. “No fiancé in sight. Half of the cast and crew have left for the day. You have my word that my lips are sealed.”
I inhale a long breath before giving her the real rundown of what happened. She squeals, claps her hands, and is on cloud nine with every word.
I snag my phone from the nightstand when the doorbell rings. No missed calls or texts, and I didn’t make plans with anyone.
Dallas texted earlier, asking me to go out for tacos, and I declined. Getting stared down while eating isn’t on tonight’s agenda. It’s getting more difficult, hiding my baby bump. I’m going to have to get more creative.
I throw my post-shower wet hair into a sloppy ponytail and peek through the peephole when I reach the door. Dallas didn’t give me a heads-up that he was coming, which is irritating because my baggy gray sweatpants and three-sizes-too-big T-shirt isn’t the most attractive outfit to greet the guy who gave you a fantastic orgasm the night before.
He moves into my apartment with grocery bags covering half of his face. His muscular arms are securely wrapped around the bags, and he nearly runs into me when I stand in the middle of the doorway because I can’t take my eyes off them.