by Nita Johnson
“I think Willow was more than clear when she told you what she wanted. She said the kids’ belongings, nothing at all to do with money. So I suggest you retreat back into that house of yours before I have to forcefully make you and I really don't want to be doing that. I’m in too much of a bad mood to be beating on assholes today,” I had said to him.
I wanted to do more than beat him. The urge to kill thrummed throughout my body. I slid an arm around my girl to show him she was mine and I felt Willow’s body sag against me, leaning onto me for support. Something had obviously gone down here to make her act like this.
“You alright, sweetheart?” I asked her as I placed a gentle kiss on her temple, glad to have her in my arms again despite the circumstances.
It was then her dick ex spouted some shit and before I knew it my hand was wrapped around his throat. I desperately fought the urge in me to squeeze the life out of him. I threatened him and the smart man heeded that threat and I released him. Grabbing the bag Willow was lugging behind her, I picked it up in one hand, casually throwing it over my shoulder trying my best to show Willow that although Rob had caused me to lose my temper, I wouldn't dream of being that way with her.
“I’ll follow you home, sweetheart.”
She looked up to me and once again I’m floored by her beauty. “Ok.”
One look at her and the storm Rob created inside me disappeared. Sure I’m still pissed that she had to come here and face that bastard in the first place but Willow’s the reason I shut the anger off. The reason I’d calmed down so quickly. She was my reason for everything.
“You're mad at me, aren't you?” I asked him once he’d carried my bag into Nan’s house.
“No, babe. Not mad, well not at you, anyway,” he replied with a slight smile. His eyes still gave him away. He was troubled over something and I was determined to find out what.
“So what's eating you then? Is it cause I went over there?” I pushed him for an answer.
“You want this taken upstairs?” He completely bypassed my question and countered with one of his own. He obviously didn't want to discuss it now and I let it drop.
“Yes please. That’d be a great help.” I walked away from him and he followed me, leading him in the direction of the bedroom I shared with Kaylee.
“You sure you got enough room in here to store this stuff?” he joked as he placed the bulging bag on my bed.
“Well you can see the answer to that for yourself, babe, but this is my life now. Needs, must, and all that,” I explained sadly although he was well aware by now the situation I am in.
“Told you, sweetheart. It won't be for long. You’ll get back on your feet. Survivor, remember? I pegged you for one right from the start and it's very rare I’m wrong,” he bragged with no shame whatsoever but I’m happy to see that the clouds had lifted from his eyes and he was back to being the laughable teasing Jesse that’s come to mean a hell of a lot to me.
“Never wrong, huh?” I quipped as I started pulling my garments out the bag, tutting for just shoving them in. Now they’d need ironing before rehanging.
“Willow do I look like a man that gets stuff wrong?” Spreading his arms wide, inviting me to take him in, he grinned.
“You look like a man who's got a big head.” I laughed as I carried on sorting through my things, the job already boring me to tears.
“A big head is definitely one thing I've got but not the one you're talking about.”
A gasp passed my lips as my head shot up from my menial task to meet his. He waggled his eyebrows when I caught onto his meaning. “You're something else Baker,” I snorted as I threw a shirt at him, smacking him in the face.
“You wanna play, baby. Is that it?” he growled as he stalked over to me, gathering me up in his arms.
“Nope, I wanna sort this shit out in time for Monday. I want to make a good impression on my first day.” I batted my eyelashes innocently at him.
“You’ve already made a great impression,” he bit out. “Fuck the clothes,” he stated as he swept the whole lot onto the floor, the bag included.
Jesse lowered me down onto my bed, hardly wide enough for us both, I doubted he noticed as he held himself over me. Using one hand he pushed my arms above my head and held them there. His free hand traced a path down my face, my neck, and going further south. He stopped when he reached the swell of my breasts that were heaving at his close attention. Moving both the strap of my tank and my bra he pulled until one breast freed itself. My nipple pebbled when it met the cool air of the room. He gently lowered himself so he was resting between my parted thighs.
“You're so beautiful, Will.”
Lowering his head he captured my nipple, whirling his tongue around and around until finally he sucked it into his mouth further making me elicit a deep moan of satisfaction.
Letting my nipple go with a pop he turned his attention to the other, meanwhile I was powerless to do anything, his other hand still holding firm onto both of mine. Not that I had any intention of stopping what he was doing. I yearned for them to be free so I'd be able to touch him in return. To show him the pleasure he was bestowing on me.
“I know you said slow, baby, and I’m all for that but please don't stop me now. Not when I have you finally where I’ve wanted you since you first opened that mouth and sassed me.”
“Don't stop. Please don't stop,” I moaned loudly. All thoughts of taking it slow drifted out of my head as he kissed down my body.
“I wanna taste you, Willow. Is that ok?”
Incapable of making a sound, I lifted my head, meeting his eyes. One nod was all it took. He pulled my pants down taking my underwear with them as I lay bare in front of him.
“Jesus, baby,” he muttered as he kissed me down there, making me feel things I’d never felt in the past. The way he used those lips and that tongue soon had an orgasm crashing through my body. All the pleasure I was feeling became too much and had me calling out his name begging him to make it stop and to make it continue. All I knew was it felt amazing and I didn't want it to end.
During my post orgasm haze I heard him unzip his pants before feeling his weight settle over me, I let out a pant when I felt him at my entrance. “If this isn't what you want, sweetheart, say it now and we can end this. At your pace, Willow. Always at your pace.”
Instead of giving him a verbal answer I threaded my hand between us, taking his length in my hand and guiding him inside me.
“God, Willow. You feel so good,” he groaned as he stroked in and out of me, his thrusts becoming harder the closer he got to his own release.
“Feels so good,” I moaned as I lifted my hips to meet him taking him deeper inside me. A few thrusts later we both reached our climax. Jesse panted above me, a light sheen of sweat covering his face. It was then I noticed he was still mainly clothed. He had literally just taken his pants and underwear down low enough to be able to enter me in his haste to start our lovemaking.
“Why the hell am I the only naked one?” I accused him with a grin on my face. Leaning down he planted a kiss on my lips. “Next time, sweetheart. Next time.” Winding my arms around his neck I pulled him down and kissed the hell out of him. This sweet man had wormed his way into my life and into my bed and now he was creeping his way into my heart.
Jesse broke the kiss first. “As much as I really wanna spend the day in bed with you, such a tiny bed at that,” he winked causing me to laugh, “I have to get back to work. Travis will have my balls if I call off for the rest of the day.”
“I understand, baby. Anything I can help you with?” Playing with his hair I smiled up at him. I'd do anything to help ease the pressure he must be under at the site.
“Nah, Will. Having you around me today after I’ve just been inside you would distract me more than help me. Monday will be here before you know it and you’ll be stuck with us then.” Dropping a light kiss on my forehead he pulled out of me, getting to his feet at the foot of the bed.
Feeling a wetness
on my thighs which I knew just hadn't come from me, I looked up to see his beautiful features twisted with worry.
“I’m sorry, Willow. We got carried away. I’m clean. Shit, I’m so sorry, baby.”
Reaching for my discarded clothes I started to get dressed, in desperate need of a shower once Jesse had gone back to work. He tracked my every movement, the worry still evident in his grey gaze.
“Don't worry, Jess. I’m on the pill. We’re covered.” Standing on tiptoes I kissed him deeply, showing him that there was nothing to worry about and that I wasn't worried so he shouldn't be either.
Resting his forehead against me he let out a sigh of relief. “Thank God for that.”
Just as we were about to kiss again I heard a bang on the door. “Willow, can you let me in? I forgot my key.”
Bursting into laughter we both left the room hand in hand. What started out as a shit morning turned into a brilliant afternoon.
“What took you so damn long? I'm bursting for the bathroom. I knew I shouldn't have had that last glass of port with my meal,” Nan grumbled as I opened the door for her. Jesse stood behind me just out of view.
“Nice meal was it? Are you able to make it to the bathroom or would you require a hand?” I goaded her. She'd definitely had one too many so of course I had to rib her for it. I was literally rubbing my hands with glee at the thought of her having a hangover. Yep, I really am Betty's granddaughter indeed.
“Get out of my way, Willow. I'm gonna burst.” Pushing past me she stopped dead in her tracks once she clapped eyes on Jesse who had a grin as wide as the Cheshire Cat.
Whipping her head around to me she beamed a huge smile. “Now I know what had you taking so long! Well it's about time you two did the dirty.” She faced Jesse. “‘Maybe she's going to stop acting like a crabby cow now you've seen to her. Out of my way, I can feel it coming.”
Jesse stepped to the side allowing her to scoot by as fast as she could manage when her bladder’s full to bursting. It really was quite comical to see.
“On that happy note, sweetheart. I'll see you later.” Dropping a kiss on my forehead he left going back to the site.
“Willow!” Nan hollered from the bathroom.
“Yes, Nan! I shouted back in reply.
“I want all the details when I'm done and I mean all the details!”
“Not a fucking chance in hell,” I said under my breath.
“I heard that!” she exclaimed loudly.
How in the hell?!
I literally felt on top of the world, a big man on campus, an NFL player who'd scored the touchdown at the Super Bowl.
I’d just left Willow’s house after having the best sex of my life. Not for one minute did I expect that when I carried that heavy fucking bag up to her room but I’m so happy that it did.
This has pushed my long term plans up a gear and I can already see us in that house. Once the realtor gets in touch to confirm if the seller accepted my offer that is, but I have high hopes that they will. It is gonna be our forever home and I am that excited I reckon I could scream like a girl getting a Tiffany necklace for the first time. My family is so close I could almost taste it.
“No! Don't ask again, Nan!” I slammed my bedroom door shut as she stood on the other side.
“Please, Will. Just one tiny detail. That's not too much to ask of you.”
“Go away, Nan!”
“I might die in my sleep and you will feel guilty that you never got to tell me how big Jesse’s dick was!”
“For the love of God, will you just leave me alone.”
“Anyone would think you're a virgin the way you're acting. I’ve seen some of the books you've read, Willow. Great books full of sex, so I know you're no prude.”
“I’m not going to tell you anything, so get away from my door and leave me alone,” I screamed in temper. I can't believe that I’m even having this conversation with her. She drives me nuts.
“Fine, just hope I ain't dead when you get up in the morning. The guilt’s gonna be a bitch to deal with.” I heard her huffing as she went back downstairs.
“Never mind her dying at this rate, she's going to be the death of me,” I mumbled as I threw myself down on my bed. A bed that not too long ago I’d had sex on with Jesse. Giggling like a schoolgirl I replayed every tiny detail and I blushed when I remembered how his mouth felt on me. So much for taking it slow. Now I was all in, entirely.
Nate and Kaylee came out of school in high spirits and I was so happy to see them. Despite them driving me crazy, I really did love them and they were my world.
“Homework then video games, Nate,” I reminded him as he went to run to his room. He turned around and nodded sullenly but doing as he was asked, picked up his school bag and headed to the kitchen to use the table.
“I don't have any homework tonight, Mama,” Kaylee informed me ask she took off her jacket, handing it over to me so I could hang it up on the coat rack.
“You sure about that, baby?”
“Yeah, Mama. The teacher was out sick today and the lady who took our class said not to worry about it, so I’m not worrying. Can I call Daddy today? I just wanna make sure he’s ok.”
“Of course, baby. Let me go and grab my cell phone.” Kaylee followed me into the kitchen where my phone was charging. “Kaylee’s going to call your father, Nate. Do you want to speak to him?” The look he gave me said more than any answer could. “Ok, you carry on with your homework. We will take this outside,” I told him as I unplugged my charger. I took Kaylee’s hand in my own as we went out into the backyard.
“Sit down, honey. I’m just going to dial his number. Now don't get sad if he doesn't answer. He might be busy, alright, Kaylee?”
She did as she was asked and sat down on one of the chairs that surrounded the patio table, her legs swinging back and forth as her blonde curls blew in the breeze. My daughter's beauty took my breath away at times. I knew as she got older I’d have to invest in a shotgun to chase away all the guys that were sure to be knocking down my door.
“Yes, Mama. He might be doing something really important.”
Sighing, I pulled up his number and hit the green phone symbol to connect the call. Part of me hoped he didn't pick up but the part that wanted my daughter happy longed for him to speak to his little girl.
“Hello.” His tone was curt when he finally picked up.
“Hey, Kaylee wants to talk to you,” I told him before he could start about anything else.
“Now? Honestly, Willow. You sure do pick your times to call.”
“You’re really going there right now?” I am taken aback by his lack of willingness to talk to his daughter. The daughter who's sitting waiting with a smile on her face to speak to her daddy.
“Some of us work for a living, Will. Can you tell her I’ll call her tomorrow or something?”
“No, she's sitting here waiting to speak to you. Least you can do is say hello!” I tried to keep my voice down, my tone neutral, but he knew just how to rile me.
“Put her on the phone.” Anger was present in his voice.
“You better calm down, Rob. She’s just a little girl who's missing her daddy. You owe it to her to speak to her nicely.”
“Put her on the fucking phone, Willow. Now!”
“Hold on,” I told him as I pulled the phone away from my ear. Pressing end, I cut him off and slid the phone into my pocket.
“He said he’ll call you soon, baby. He's tied up right now.” I sat next to her, taking her hand in mine. My heart broke when I saw how disappointed she seemed at not being able to speak to him but I couldn't have put her on the phone when he was acting that way. My children were my world, and their father or not, I’d never allow them to be hurt and that phone call would have hurt my precious daughter right to her core.
“That’s ok, Mama. He shouted at you. I don't wanna talk to him now.” She let go of my hand and walked back into the house.
“What’s up, squirt?” I heard Nate ask her. �
��Daddy was being mean to Mama on the phone so I didn't speak to him.”
“Don't worry, Kay. We will look after Mom, we don't need Dad.” The determination in his voice brought fresh tears to my eyes.
“What's for dinner?” Nate asked me as I walked back into the house. I managed to pull myself together enough to face them both.
“Was thinking about tacos.”
By the look of disgust from both of them I knew that had been the wrong answer. “Pizza?” I tried again.
“Yay!” Kaylee cheered this time and that made me smile. She's such a good girl. Rob’s ultimately going to be the one that misses out, not me.
“Can we ask, Jesse?” Nate asked me quietly, his little head lowered so I couldn't see his face. Something is really bothering him and I desperately wanted to know what it was. Perhaps if I'd have a word with Jess, he’d be able to help me.
“How about we check if he's in and we can go over and ask him. How does that sound?” Nate agreed with my idea just as I heard my Nan shout from the living room.
“He’s in, been back a while now and don't forget my ten inch ham and mushroom, with extra cheese!”
Kaylee giggled, Nate shook his head, and I just ignored her as we left the house, our mission to ask Jesse out for pizza well underway.
“Jesse, wanna come for pizza?” The voice of the sweetest little girl I knew shouted through my door and my heart melted. Honest to God melted.
“Hurry up, Jesse. I’m starving!” The not so sweet voice of her mother waded into the conversation making me snicker.
I debated making them wait a bit longer but then the pounding started up on my door so making them wait wasn't an option anymore.
“Can I help you?” I declared as I opened the door to find not only Kaylee and her gorgeous mother waiting for me but the little dude, Nate, too had made an appearance.