I followed behind her, placing my hands on her shoulders to rub out the knots bunching her up that had nothing to do with the ride up here. She let out a sigh and dropped her head as I dragged my thumbs up her spine. “Thank you, honey,” she murmured.
“I’m here,” I told her, knowing that tension had to do with everything that had been going on the past few days. “You can talk to me whenever you want, about anything. You know that.”
“I know,” she whispered, turning to look up at me. Those big blue eyes of hers made my heart thud in my chest. “But I don’t want to talk right now.”
My dick stirred to life, swelling behind my fly. “What do you want? Just say it, and I’ll give it to you.”
Stepping in closer, she reached down and placed her hand on my already-throbbing erection. “I want you to make me forget,” she said as she massaged my cock through my jeans. “I want you to fuck me so you’re all I can think about or feel.”
That request was all it took for me to snap. With a growl, I grabbed her ass in both hands and hauled her up my front, forcing her to wrap her legs around my waist as I sealed my mouth with hers in a wild, untamed kiss as I carried her back to the bike.
“That’s what you want,” I said as I tore her pants down her legs, never more thankful for the thin little leggings she favored on her days off than I was at that moment. “Then that’s what you’ll get.” The sides of her thong shredded easily, and I didn’t hesitate to stuff the worthless scrap of lace in my back pocket. I’d take it home and put it with the ruined pair I’d kept from our first time in my garage.
“Straddle the seat facing the back,” I ordered as I undid my jeans and pulled my cock free.
She did as I told her, watching raptly as I stroked my length and seated myself on the bike, so I was facing her. Grabbing her by the backs of her knees, I pulled her legs up to rest over the tops of my thighs. “Lay back against the tank and grip the handles.”
As soon as she was in position, I dragged my hands up her tiny waist, along her ribs, lifting her shirt as I went until it was up around her neck. Wrenching the cups of her bra down, I bent and sucked one of those stiff, rosy pink nipples into my mouth.
Willow gasped, arching her back so hard it lifted completely off the gas tank. “Stone, please,” she begged, her knuckles turning white with how hard she was squeezing the grips. “I need more.”
I flicked one turgid bud with my tongue before doing the same to the next, loving how the damp tips glistened in the sunlight. “And I’ll give it to you,” I promised. “But I need you to tell me how you want me to fuck you.” Cupping her slit, I dragged one finger slowly through the wetness building there. “Do you want me to fuck you slow?” I teased until she was writhing against my hand. “Or do you want it hard and fast?”
Her heavy eyelids could open halfway, and her tongue peeked out to wet her bottom lip. “I want you to fuck me like you always do,” she breathed. “Like only you can do. I want you to make me feel alive, just like I always do whenever you’re inside me.”
Her words ended on a sharp cry when I plunged into her with one hard, brutal thrust. I used to think that being buried in her hot, wet pussy was the closest I’d ever come to heaven. Then she told me she loved me, and I knew I was wrong. But fuck me, this was a close second.
“Jesus,” I grunted as I fucked her hard and fast, just like she wanted. “I’ll never get used to how incredible you feel.”
“Mmm. Yes, baby.” She circled her hips to meet mine every time I fucked into her. “God, so full. I feel so full.”
I kept my feet braced on the ground so we wouldn’t fall over, but concentrating on anything other than the way her sheath fit me like a glove was proving harder than I could have imagined.
“Stone,” she panted, her tits rising and falling with each desperate breath. “I’m close.”
“Don’t hold back,” I grunted, driving in and out of her heat, feeling her walls rippling around me. “Give it to me.” I needed her to let go. It was taking everything I had to keep from blowing. My balls were drawing up tight, and the tingle at the base of my spine was spreading outward through my whole body.
“Oh God,” she whimpered, getting impossibly tighter. “Stone, oh shit, Stone! I’m coming, baby!”
Just like that, she went off, clamping down around me so hard it was a wonder I could pull out, but I kept going, fucking her through her cries until I couldn’t hold back for another second.
Three thrusts later, I shot inside her, coating her walls with my cum as we both climaxed, her pussy milking every drop I had inside me.
Once it left me, I fell forward, resting my forehead on her chest as we both sucked in huge gulping breaths.
“Christ, you undo me,” I managed to get out once my heart stopped trying to escape my chest.
Her giggle morphed into that goddamn snort I adored. “The feeling’s mutual.” She finally let go of the handles and dragged her fingers through my hair. “Thank you,” she whispered several seconds later. “Thank you for always being there for me.”
Lifting my head so I could look into those clear sky eyes of hers, I asked, “You better now?”
Her smile lit up my entire fucking world. “Yeah. Like I said, you make everything better.”
“Christ, I love you.” Then I said the first thing that popped into my mind, words I felt down into my bones. “Move in with me.”
Her eyes went wide. “What?”
Lifting up, I pulled her to sitting with me and placed my hands on either side of her neck, repeating, “Move in with me.”
“Stone,” she started, giving her head a shake, “If this is because of my dad—”
“It’s not,” I replied. “It’s not because of that. I’m asking you to move in with me because I want to go to sleep next to you every night and wake up beside you every morning. I want to come home from a long day at work to you in my house. I’m asking because I want you there, always. But if that’s not enough of a reason, then think of Chief. The traitorous bastard likes you more than me anyway. He gets sad every time you leave. If not for me, then do it for him. Put him out of his misery.”
She giggle-snorted again, reaching up to drag her palm across the stubble on my cheeks. “All right,” she said softly. “I’ll move in with you. For Chief.”
I felt myself smile back as I looked at her, my whole world, my heaven. “For Chief.”
“And, you know, because I love you.”
“Thank God for that.”
She leaned forward, placing a kiss against my smiling mouth. “Well, if we’re going to do this, then you need to help me find my pants . . . you know, so you can take me home.”
Like I’d told her before, whatever she wanted, I’d give it to her. And this was no exception.
Epilogue
Stone
Three months later
A whole hell of a lot had changed in the past three months.
For one thing, Sunday family dinners were drastically different than they used to be. I went from attending them once in a blue moon and only by force, to going to Scooter and Caroline’s every weekend, even without my sister threatening to maim me in very permanent and painful ways.