Willow's Chaos

by A J Storm

  Chaos walked up to her, shaking his head, smiling, placing his hands on her shoulders. His index finger was in front of his lips, blowing air out between his teeth.

  “Shh… I know you’re excited, but baby, I can’t keep up with you. And yes, I can handle a horse just like I handle my bike. I’ll wait right here for you.”

  Willow laughed, turned on her heels, and ran into the building. Five minutes later, she walked out with her friend and led them over to the two horses he’d picked out for them. She mounted the horse from the left side, putting her left boot in the stirrup, then pulled her body up, throwing her right leg over the saddle. She turned and smiled at Chaos.

  God, that was so hot. That woman makes my blood pump fast down to my crotch. She’s beautiful sitting up in the saddle, leading the animal around with the reins.

  “Are you coming or not, old man?” she laughed at him and winked.

  He walked over to the left of his horse and mounted his black steed. “Yes, sugar, I’m coming. You couldn’t keep me away. Lead on, bossy lady.”

  She encouraged her horse to a trail that ran along the side of the river. Where they were currently walking, the Colorado looked full. Chaos didn’t know how they were going to ride in the water, but he had to trust she knew her stuff. After all, she’d done it before.

  He followed behind her where he had the perfect view of her derriere moving in the saddle to the hoof falls of her horse. The motion or waves, he told himself, were a thing of beauty and sex. If he never left this spot, he’d be a happy man for the rest of the afternoon.

  Willow slowed down to almost a standstill. Chaos was forced to move up right next to her and her horse.

  “You know, now that we’re on the trail, you don’t have to stay behind me. I can’t imagine anything more boring than to constantly stare at a horse’s rear end. You can ride across from me,” she suggested.

  “It’s not that bad a view,” he said, shifting his eyebrows up and down.

  “Ah, now I get it. You’re watching my butt, Mr. Pervert. Yeah, you can stay up here where I can keep my eyes on you.”

  If she only knew what he’d been thinking, she’d probably slap me, he thought. He couldn’t help himself. She was beautiful, sexy, smart, and funny as hell. He enjoyed being around her, and frankly, he was going to hate it when she went home. Maybe he could drag his feet and keep her around a couple more days.

  Riding side-by-side, they talked mostly about the horses they were riding, her friend who managed the business, and the warm weather.

  “I noticed the further you follow the trail, the trees on the bank are thicker and fewer houses are built here. It’s beautiful riding near the bank of the river. I’ve never taken a horse beside a river before.”

  “Well, hang on to your hat, sir. You’re in for a real treat.”

  Willow took them closer to the water where it didn’t seem to be as wide or deep. She led them down the bank, and the horses went right into the water with no fear.

  “The guy who trains the horses continually walks them down streams and in lakes to become accustomed to the water. Then he picks the few who could walk against the current comfortably and cross in the few places where the water is up around the horse’s stomachs. Of course, each horse is different and not all take to moving water, but the ones who do are kept for this part of the tour.”

  As he listened to her voice telling her stories, he realized he wanted to know as much about her as he could. His life had been spent at the office, behind his desk, digging into other people’s lives, or partying with one-night-stands. He never brought a woman to the penthouse even though his brothers and cousin did.

  It was his domain, and quick fucks weren’t part of his private sanctuary. Willow was a different matter. She’d needed help, and he was glad he was there to offer it. The thought of her leaving didn’t make him easy. She was still in danger. He once felt she was too inquisitive for his taste—too personal. Now, he wasn’t so sure, and he needed to test the waters, so to speak.

  “You’re deep in thought, Chaos. Where’s your head at?” Willow asked.

  Caught off guard, he told what he thought as a little white lie. He wasn’t ready to reveal all just yet. Her eyes were piercing his as if she could see straight through him.

  “My head’s right here. I’ve been listening to you, enjoying the ride and the river.” She turned her face to the front, and he hoped she’d bought his excuse for being off in la-la land.

  When they took the horses back to the stables and turned them in, she took him over to an area that had zip lines above the trees. They rode from the top of the highest hill down to an area considered to be river bottom land. The zip line people hooked them up and let them soar over the trees cleared of branches sticking out in the way—like a ski slope. The entire ride took about fifteen minutes, and Chaos was stoked.

  He wanted to go back up the hill and ride down again, but Willow said she wasn’t walking up that hill again. Instead, she took him down a hiking trail that eventually made a curve by the river. They stopped where a rest area had been set up with benches and a couple of picnic tables. Willow picked a bench near the edge of the bank, looking directly over the river.

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  The two of them sat and watched kayakers as they paddled their way down the Colorado River. Luckily, they were alone in the rest area, and you could hear the water as it passed over rocks and tree branches that had fallen in the water. Chaos thought it was wonderful.

  “It’s so peaceful here. Thank you for the adventure. You’re happier outdoors, aren’t you? I know you said you were like your dad in that, but it shows on you out here.”

  “I am. I spend most of my time behind a desk, doing the books for a few big ranches, and after a while, I must get out. Nova spent her time showing horses and competing. I would rather ride horses all over my dad’s ranch—out in nature.”

  As she was telling Chaos about her love of the outdoors, he had a strange feeling they were being watched. If he’d had hair on the back of his neck, it would be standing straight up.

  He searched the trees around the small park area on the bank, but he couldn’t see anyone. He could sure as hell feel them though. The one thing he learned in sniper school was intuition was fact. He wished Creeper was with them. He’d sniff them out—the guy was just that good.

  Chaos scanned the trees on the opposite bank, searching for movement when he caught a flash of something. As he stood to pull Willow to her feet, so they could move to the trees for cover, he saw a red laser dot on her chest. Before he could think, he was throwing his body over hers, throwing her flat on the ground as a bullet flew past them and embedded into the back of the wooden bench.

  “Stay down,” he whispered in her ear. “We need to get the hell out of here. Can you crawl to the trees over there?” He was pointing to his and her left.

  Her body was trembling as he covered her, her eyes huge, and her breath came faster than it should have. Not speaking, she simply nodded her head in the affirmative to his question.

  “Good. Stay as low as you can and crawl to your left to those trees by the entrance to this area. Stay away from the trail, I’ll be right behind you. We’ll wait there until we’re sure they’re gone. They can’t sit and shoot with so many people riding the river or walking the trails. They’ll want to get away from here.”

  Chaos didn’t know whether it was the shock of the situation or not, but Willow began giggling and couldn’t stop.

  “What’s so funny? Are you okay?”

  “I’m sorry… just hit me as looking funny… us crawling.”

  Rolling his eyes at her, he encouraged her to continue. When they were in the middle of the trees and thick brush, he crawled beside her and investigated her face. He wanted to check on how she really was, but when his eyes caught hers, he laid still beside her. His hand came up to her chin, his fingers tucked under it. His head moved toward hers, and his fingers pulled her face closer. Their lips touched briefly—
once, twice—then completed an aggressive kiss.

  When they came up for air, she smiled at him and assured him she was fine—not crazy. Chaos pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, punching in the number to his office.

  “Maggie, we have a situation. I need you to call someone to bring a truck to McKinney Roughs near Bastrop. We’ll be at the horse rental building to be picked up.” He hesitated a moment and then continued.

  “No, Mags, we’re not out of gas. Someone tried to shoot Willow. The truck needs to be able to carry my bike. And tell the guy bringing it to be packing. Thanks.”

  “Okay, sugar, let’s walk through the trees back to the stables and wait for my guy.”

  Back at the penthouse, Willow sat staring out of the window at the evening sky. It grew darker earlier in the evenings, and the clouds reflected the subtle colors of sunset’s beginnings. She’d already showered, removing the dirt and grass caked to her skin.

  Chaos was in his shower, cleaning the ground in dirt from crawling over the ground earlier. He’d call in an order for dinner once he finished.

  The mind played funny games with emotions. Willow should be feeling secure staying with Chaos, but she wanted to go home. She wanted to sleep in her own bed—her own pillow. If she could rewind time, she’d do it.

  He walked out of his room in a pair of low-slung sweat pants, barefoot, and shirtless. A towel held between his hands rubbed over his hair, trying to soak up the dampness. She studied him from his head to his toes.

  Her eyes took in the tats covering his neck down to just below his nipples. The colors were vivid, beautiful—he was beautiful. She counted his abs—four each side of his navel up to his breasts. The final drool maker was the dip at each side, flowing from below the belly button down to his groin. Damn.

  Willow’s eyes focused on the loose knot at the waistband of his pants, barely keeping them on his hips. Unconsciously, she licked her lips as she thought about tasting his skin all the way down. He wasn’t moving—standing perfectly still, watching her. She heard a deep breath and saw his chest rise, then fall as the towel was released to the floor. She turned away from the window, searching his eyes as he gazed into hers.

  “What are you thinking about, sugar?”

  “I’m thinking I’m terrified.”

  “Of the incident today? You know you can stay here as long as you want. You’ll be protected here.”

  “No, Chaos, I’m terrified of you—me—of what I want.”

  He took two steps toward her, watching her face. “What is it you want, baby?”

  Before she answered, her eyes roamed over his body once again, and that’s when she saw the tent in his sweatpants. Her face serious, her eyes heavy, she answered him.

  “I want you, Chaos.”

  He breathed in deeply, raised his arm into the air toward her, and opened his hand. “Take my hand, Willow, and come to me,” he ordered.

  Immediately, she felt a gush of warmth between her thighs. Willow knew she shouldn’t, but God, how she wanted him right now. She walked the rest of the way to him, took his hand, and followed as he led her into his bedroom. The end of the huge bed was the first thing you walked into when you entered his room. She stood at the foot of the bed as he reached her, running his fingers over her lips and around the edge of her chin. His touch felt so damn good. She closed her eyes, leaning into the movement of his fingertips.

  When they passed over her lips again, her tongue darted out, licking and sucking his index finger into her mouth. Chaos moaned and gently grabbed the hem of her shirt, slipping it up and over her head. It fell to their feet.

  Chaos snickered when he saw she was wearing a pair of men’s boxers. It didn’t take him long to rid her body of those. Willow watched his eyes as he studied her naked body the way she’d devoured him when he walked out of his room.

  “You’re beautiful. My, God, you’re perfection,” he praised. His hand cupped a breast, his thumb rubbing over the tip. She gasped at his touch and swayed toward his body. The other breast caught his eye, and he treated it to the same delights as the other. Her response was the same.

  Embracing her in his arms, he pulled her against his chest, leaning down to take her mouth in a chaste kiss. His tongue had other ideas, sliding between her lips and caressing her tongue—exploring. She was on fire, craving his lips, tongue, and hands.

  Willow couldn’t get enough, finding herself pressing her groin against the large bulge in his pants. The pants must go. Her hands plunged inside the back of his sweats, gripping his ass and squeezing.

  One of his hands fumbled with the knot at the waistband until he finally freed it. She took over the job from there and pulled each side down his legs, letting him step out. Willow had kneeled in front of Chaos to take his pants off and stayed there, his thick shaft jutting outward.

  Her smile was naughty as she looked up, gazing into his eyes. She took the swollen shaft in hand and licked around the head, spreading the cum that leaked. His head fell back as he groaned, holding her hair in his hands.

  He tasted like a man—salty, musky. She wanted more, so she sucked the head harder. Her lips moved further down his shaft, taking as much of him in her mouth as far back in her throat. Finally, he gripped her head, gently pushing her back.

  “Stop, sugar. God, you’re killing me—feels too good. Let me pleasure you before I come.”

  His hands grabbed her waist, pushing her back onto his bed, straddling her hips, and massaging her arms, shoulder, and ultimately, settling on her breasts. Bending over her, his lips surrounded the nipple, sucking it further into his mouth. Willow lunged up to his face, offering more of her breast to him. She moaned deep, spurring him further.

  He raised his head while still sucking on the perky little tower and released the nipple with a wet smack.

  “Is this what you were afraid of, sugar… us… here… doing this?”

  “Oh, God, Chaos…”

  “What, baby? You want me to pay attention to the other side?” he asked as he pressed his hard shaft against her thigh, then ran his fingers over her mound. “Or do you want me to explore here?”

  Willow moaned louder, thrashing her head on the pillow as he dipped a finger inside her sex.

  “Ah, sugar, you’re so wet—just where I want you to be. But I’m going back to the other breast. I can’t ignore one over the other.”

  He devoured her mouth, then kissed his way down to the other breast, twirling his tongue around the tip, making it firmer. Willow’s hands threaded around his head, pulling him further into her chest, grinding her sex against his hardness.

  Chaos’ area of concentration moved back to her mouth and throat while running the head of his dick through her lower lips. He teased her—frustrated her by rubbing the head against her sensitive nub, then taking it away.

  She raked her fingers down his back, tracing her finger down to his ass, digging in and pulling him closer.

  “Tell me what you want,” he whispered in between the kisses down her neck.

  “I want…”

  “Tell me, sugar,” he coaxed.

  “Put it inside me,” she begged. “Fuck, give it all to me, Chaos. I want you to give it to me hard.”

  “Willow…” he groaned, placing the head at her entrance and thrusting in deep. Both gasped at the same time—satisfaction in the air. She arched her back to move up to him. He stilled, giving her a chance to accommodate his size.

  “Open your eyes. Look at me and keep looking. I want to see your soul as I touch inside of you.”

  She obeyed his request and moved her hands over to his shoulders as he began to slowly move deeper into her channel, then back, almost removing his erection.

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  Chaos held his weight off her as long as he could, but once his body’s response to the stimulation took over, his thrusts grew faster as he lowered against her body. She grabbed his ass again, holding on as she wrapped her legs around him, locking her feet together. He rode her, and she rode him bac
k, meeting him thrust for thrust.

  Willow felt the building pressure increase deep inside her sex—her mind agreeing with the feeling—reaching for that delicious plunge into the depths of pure pleasure. Nothing felt better to her, and he was excellent at creating it in her. She raced for it—her legs trembling and grasping for it. Suddenly, she was there on the edge, ready to jump.

  “Oh, God, Chaos… fuck that’s good,” she screamed as she was surrounded with waves hitting her from everywhere, helping her come down.

  Chaos followed her, pumping, grinding, and growling—shooting his seed into her slick warmth. Her fingers brushed over his back as he slowed his thrusts and finally collapsed on top of her, sweat coating her skin. They laid tangled together, basking in the afterglow and enjoying each other in silence. He finally rolled off her body but reached over, pulling her against his.

  As they both drifted off into a kind of pleasure sleep, he jerked awake in shock and groaned.

  “Lord, Willow, I totally forgot to put on a condom.”

  “Chaos, I’m almost thirty-nine. I’m on the pill and have zero diseases. You’re safe.”

  “Honey, I was worried about you, not me.”

  Four days after the attempt on Willow’s life, she moved back home, disappointing Chaos. He went nuts not having her around the apartment to talk to. When he would talk to her at night, she sounded calm and happy. That was not what he wanted to hear. He wanted her to miss him as much as he missed her. Maybe she did but was uncomfortable telling him that. He could only hope.

  After two weeks, he went back to business as usual, helping Creeper by researching laws and regulations about adoption. He figured his brother and his make-believe partner needed to have all the information to pose as a gay couple adopting a baby for a price.

  His brother had returned to Austin during this time to write fake backgrounds for him and his fellow sniper. Their stories had to be believable, polished, and memorized by the time they arrived at their appointment with the lawyer extraordinaire, Viper. He was good at authoring scripts about life.