by Alex Grayson
“Line me up, baby.”
We both watch as she puts the tip at her opening. Her moan is low and my growl is deep as we watch my dick disappear inside her. She’s so fucking tight, I have to drop my head on her shoulder and take a minute to calm myself. Her hands go to my hair and she yanks my head back so she can slam her mouth against mine.
I move slowly at first, savoring the feeling of her wrapped around me, but when she bites down on my bottom lip, my hips slam forward and she lets out a cry against my mouth. I yank down the tank top and bra she’s wearing and latch my hand around one plump breast.
My ears pick up the sound of people talking. I keep my mouth against hers so her moans and cries of pleasure doesn’t get us in trouble. When I notice out the corner of my eye a couple of guys walking by, I take my lips away from hers. Of course, as soon as her mouth is free, she lets out a loud moan. Still keeping my eyes on Willow, I sense the guys stopping. My hips continue to pump forward and my thumb and forefinger tweak her nipple hard enough she whimpers softly.
Willow drops her head against the wall, her eyes closed and a look of immense pleasure washing over her face. I can’t see the guys, but I know they’re watching. I know they see my hand wrapped around her tit and see her soft thighs gripping my hips. My ass hangs out as I continuously fuck her in front of them.
I turn my head to the left, just enough to see them. They notice me looking and their eyes shoot wide. I hold their stares and keep my movements steady. They look to be about college age, and I’m sure they’ll be going home immediately afterwards to jack off to thoughts of me fucking Willow. Imagining that they have her pinned against this wall, their cocks buried inside her tight pussy.
Willow clamps down on me and her mouth falls open. I quickly muffle her loud cry with my hand as she spasms around my cock. Her release has me driving into her faster and harder. A spark starts at the base of my spine and travels down my legs and up into my stomach. My orgasm hits hard and has me growling into her neck as I pound away at her relentlessly.
By the time we both come down from our blissful high, the two guys are gone. I lean my weight against her and kiss her lazily. Her fingers run through my hair.
“Hey! Hey, you two!” someone calls. We both look to the other end of the alley to see a cop walking towards us. He’s a good fifty feet away.
“Shit,” I mutter and quickly set her on her feet. I bend and pick up her purse as she pushes down her skirt, then I grab her hand and haul ass out of the alley, while holding my pants up with the other so I don’t moon every person on the street. Luckily, my truck is parked just outside at the curb. A minute later, we’re inside and moving down the street, leaving the threat of a ticket or arrest behind.
I’m watching the rearview mirror to make sure the cop isn’t following us in his cruiser, when Willow bursts out laughing. I look over at her and grin big. She’s always the most gorgeous woman I know, but when she laughs or smiles, it lights up the whole damn world.
“Oh, my, God!” she gasps. “I can’t believe we just ran from the police!”
“No way was I letting him give you a ticket or haul you off to jail. Especially for something that felt so damn good.”
She laughs again, and turns to look out the back window. When she looks back at me, her smile is a mile wide.
“This is crazy. You’re crazy. You make me crazy.”
I reach over and grab her hand, bringing it to my mouth.
“Put us together in a loony bin then, because if what we have is crazy, then I never want to be sane again.”
She unbuckles her belt, gets on her knees, leans over the console, and lays a soft kiss against my lips. It’s there that she murmurs, “I’d much rather be crazy with you than completely sane with anyone else.”
She sits back down and buckles herself back in, looking every bit as happy as I want her to be.
“So, when’s the wedding?” Nathan asks, popping open the beer I just gave him.
I choke on the swallow I just took and it takes me a minute to clear my throat enough to talk.
“What the fuck, man? You don’t ask a person that when they just took a drink.” I look over at him and see his lips twitching. I flick the cap from my bottle at him, hard. It hits the side of his neck and he laughs.
“Asshole,” I mutter and take another sip because my last one was ruined.
“In all seriousness,” he starts and looks over at me. “Things seem to be getting serious with you two.”
It’s not often that Nathan asks about my personal life. It’s not that he doesn’t care, it’s just he knows if there’s anything going on that I want him to know about, I’ll come to him. So, for him to ask now surprises me.
I look behind me into the living room. Nathan and I are on the porch and Willow and Ava are inside talking about whatever girls talk about while putting something together for dinner for all of us.
I sigh and take the glasses from the top of my head and toss them on the table. “It’s serious on my part, and I think it is on hers. I just don’t know how serious.”
He looks out into the darkness as he says, “You love her.”
It’s not said as a question, rather a statement, but I answer anyway.
“I do.”
He nods and turns quiet.
I sit and think about Willow. I know I want to put a ring on her finger, even if it is still too early for that. But then again, if I knew she would say yes, I’d ask her in a heartbeat. I want her to carry my children. I want to watch them grow up and then meet our grandchildren with her. I want to see her beautiful face every morning and kiss her lips before falling asleep every night. I want to grow old with her and die with her. I want it all. The good, the bad, and the in-between. I never thought I would want that from one woman.
My thoughts turn to the woman who gave birth to me. I believed, like my dad, that my mom ruined any desire in me to settle down. But she didn’t. She didn’t take that away like she did so many other things.
I grip the bottle in my hand when I think about the last time I saw her. The day I told my mom I wouldn’t be coming back was the day I had planned to let everything go that had to do with her. She doesn’t deserve my thoughts, but she’s getting them anyway. All because of that fucking letter. A letter I refuse to open, but also can’t throw away. I had every intention of ripping it up and tossing it when we made it home, but by the time it came to actually do that, something stopped me. That letter could solve so many unanswered questions. I just have to determine if those answers are worth having.
“She’s a good woman,” Nathan says after several moments. I silently thank him for pulling me from my thoughts of my mom.
“That she is.”
“Have you had any more problems with her brother?”
Another subject that has my ire mounting: the bastard that’s taunting Willow. I hope to God to get my hands on him one day. Her brother or not, the fucker needs to be taught a lesson. One that says you don’t fuck with my girl.
“No,” I growl, and smash my bottle down on the table. Foam seeps out the top. “The bastard’s been quiet. We don’t know if he’s still around or went back home. For his sake, he better hope he’s no longer here. Although, for my sake, I hope he is.”
“Option’s still open to have someone tail Willow,” Nathan informs me.
“I’m trying to avoid that route, because I know she’ll flip the fuck out if I even suggest it.”
“Then don’t tell her.” He looks at me with a raised brow.
“I’m also trying to avoid lying to her.”
“You know there are times we have to withhold things from the people we care about to protect them.”
As much as I hate it, Nathan is right. But I’m still going to hold off for a bit longer. The last thing I want to do is hurt Willow by omitting the truth. Lying is a pet peeve of mine. I hate having someone lie to me, so I try to avoid lying to others as much as possible.
“I’ll think about it and
let you know.”
Nathan nods, then picks up his beer, finishing it off. I throw him another. Right as he pops it open, there’s a shout from inside.
“Tegan!”
I’m out of my chair and reaching for the door when it’s thrown open. Willow’s standing there, her eyes wide and frightened.
When I grip her shoulders, she’s trembling.
“What’s wrong?” I look behind her into the living room, searching for I don’t know what. All I see is Ava standing several feet behind her with worried eyes. When I look back at Willow, her eyes are filling with tears.
“M-Minnie,” she stutters, then pulls in a steadying breath. “She’s been hurt. She’s in the hospital.”
When she starts panting heavily, I push her inside and lead her to the couch. I sit and pull her down on my lap. Her eyes still seem to have a wildness about them. I push her hair out of her face.
“Take a deep breath for me, baby.”
A glass of water appears in front of us. I thank Ava and take it from her. Willow grabs it from me and gulps down several mouthfuls.
“Better?” I ask.
She nods and hands the glass back to me. Ava takes it and sets it on the end table.
“Now, tell me what happened.” I keep my tone soft.
She looks at Ava, then at Nathan, before bringing her eyes back to me.
“Bryan.” Her voice wobbles. The name sends my blood pressure through the roof. I have to work at keeping calm. “He came back. Minnie heard a noise in the kitchen and went to go look. Bryan was in the house. When he saw her, he pushed her and she fell and hit her head. He left after that.”
I pull her to me and look up at Nathan. He knows exactly what my hard eyes are telling him, and he nods. It’s obvious her brother hasn’t given up his suicidal mission to retrieve those watches. My decision to put a tail put on her is made. No way am I letting her go anywhere without eyes on her. It’s clear her brother is desperate and will do whatever it takes to get what he wants. I’m not willing to find out if that extends to hurting his sister.
“Is Logan with her? And where’s Luna? Is she okay?”
She nods, then sniffs. I’m proud when she pulls herself together and straightens in my lap.
“Yeah. He was already on his way home when she called him. It’s nothing serious, but the EMT advised her to get checked out anyway. She’s got a big bump on her head, but no concussion.” She looks off into the distance and says quietly, “I can’t believe he hurt her, Tegan.” She looks back at me and the heartache in her eyes makes my chest constrict. “He truly loved her. What they had was special.”
“I’m sorry, baby.” I pull her head to me and kiss her forehead. “Are they still at the hospital?”
“Yeah, but Logan said they were leaving soon.”
“Would you like to go over and see Minnie?”
Her smile is filled with relief and it lifts some of the weight off my chest.
“Are you sure? Ava and I were in the middle of cooking dinner.”
“You two go ahead,” Ava inputs. “Nathan and I can finish up here. I’ll put everything in containers and you can have it when you get back.”
“Go check on your friend,” Nathan agrees.
“Thank you.”
“That’s what friends are for. And you’re my new best friend, remember?” Ava winks at her, making Willow laugh.
I silently thank Ava with my eyes for helping ease the sad look from my girl’s face.
“Come on. Let’s grab your shoes.”
I get up and set her on her feet. She rolls to her tiptoes and places a soft kiss on my lips. My hands tighten on her hips, because anytime her lips come in contact with mine, I want to ravage her.
Reluctantly, I let her go when she pulls back and goes to grab her shoes. I turn to Nathan as soon as she’s out of earshot.
“Set it up. She’s never to be without eyes, you hear me?” My voice is hard.
“You got it. She’ll have someone on her starting tomorrow.”
“Thank you for taking care of things here,” I tell Ava.
“I don’t know much about what’s going on, but to pay me back, punch that bastard good and hard for me when you can.”
I nod. “With pleasure.”
Minutes later, we’re in the truck headed over to Minnie and Logan’s house. Willow’s hands are clenched tightly in her lap, so I reach over and pry them apart.
“Hey,” I call. Her lip is between her teeth when she looks at me. “It’s going to be okay. We’ll stop him before he hurts anyone else.”
“That’s not what has me worried. I know we’ll stop him,” she reveals.
I pull to a stop at a red light and tug her arm until she meets me halfway over the console. My lips meet hers for a brief minute.
“What is it, then?”
“I heard you talking to Nathan when I walked away to grab my shoes. What do you mean I’m never to be without eyes?” Her eyes narrow, so I know she already knows, but wants me to confirm it.
Shit.
I look out the windshield, trying to think of a way to tell her about Nathan putting a tail on her without her getting pissed. I don’t want to argue with her, especially in light of her being upset about her friend, but she needs to know I’m taking her safety very seriously.
I turn back to her and pray this goes easy.
“It’s apparent you already know what I mean, but I’ll tell you anyway, so there’s no miscommunication. I’m having Nathan put a protection detail on you.” I squeeze her hand when she opens her mouth to protest. “I know you don’t want that, but do you really think after what happened today, I’ll let you go anywhere without protection?”
“Tegan, it’s hard to believe he’ll hurt me.”
A horn blares behind us, and I’m forced to look away from her when I start driving again. Not wanting to do this without seeing her face, I pull over into a parking lot and park my truck, but leave it running.
“Willow, you thought the same thing about him hurting Minnie,” I remind her. “And he almost fucking choked you to death once already.”
Her brows dip into a frown as she thinks.
“I really don’t want someone following me all the time, stud. I don’t want my privacy taken away from me.”
I lift the console, unbuckle her belt, then snag her around the waist to pull her to my side of the truck. Her eyes lift to mine, and I hate the look in them.
“I understand that, baby, but this is something I need to do for my own peace of mind. Bryan is obviously unstable enough to not think clearly, so there’s no telling what his actions will be. I don’t think having eyes on you will keep him from trying, so one of these times, we’ll catch him and it’ll all be over.”
“Tegan…”
I cup her cheeks and kiss her into silence, letting my lips linger for several moments on hers. Pulling back, I rest my forehead against hers with my hands still on her face and stare at her.
“Willow, do you have any idea what it would do to me if anything happened to you? I can’t…” I stop and close my eyes with even the thought. When I open them again, she’s watching me carefully. “I can’t go through something like that. Please, just agree with me on this.”
She doesn’t say anything for several seconds, just searches my eyes for the truth of my words. Her eyes soften when she realizes how serious I am. She closes the gap between our lips and slips her tongue in my mouth. I groan and drop my hands to her hips, pulling her closer to me. Why in the fuck can I never get enough of this girl? I feel like Abby with her addiction to sex, except I’m addicted to sex with just one girl. And it’s an addiction I never want to be rid of.
With a tortured groan, I pull back and push her away from me gently.
“As much as I want to fuck you silly right now,” I growl, my need for her coming out in my voice. “We need to go check on your girl. Get your ass back to your side of the truck, or I may just change my mind.”
She snickers, th
en pats my cheek. “You poor baby,” she says, then laughs loudly when I reach for her again. She manages to pull the console back down between us before I can get my hands on her to bring her back to my side.
Her laughter dies down when she says, “I’ll agree with the security detail, but only when I’m going out. Not when I’m at home or work.” I look at her, ready to demand more than that, but she talks over me. “Think, stud. When I’m at home, I’ll have you with me for protection. And you have a security system. At work, I’ll have Nathan and the other guys there. And I highly doubt Bryan is stupid enough to walk into a security firm to confront me.”
I don’t like it, but I agree. There’s no way he’ll get around me when I’m with her, and I know Nathan won’t let him hurt her either. It’s better than nothing or fighting her on it.
“Fine. But if you go anywhere,”—I look at her pointedly—“I mean it, Willow, if you go anywhere, you call Nathan so his man can be with you.”
She nods. “Okay.”
I reach over and grab her hand. “Thank you.”
She smiles. “You’re welcome.”
I put the truck in Drive. “Now, let’s go check on your girl.”
Chapter Sixteen
Willow
Logan pulls open the door, and I rush past him, with Tegan following at a slower pace.
“She’s upstairs,” Logan calls after me. I don’t stop, just turn on my heel and head to the stairs.
I stop at the door to pull myself together, not wanting to add more stress to Minnie with my frantic worry. I take a few deep breaths before tapping on the door lightly, then pushing it open.
Minnie looks up from the book she’s reading. The first thing I notice is the bandage on her forehead, and there’s no amount of breathing I can do to keep back the tears from rushing to my eyes.
“Minnie.” I take a step toward her. She sees my lip wobbling and holds out a hand to me. I run over and sit on the side of the bed, careful not to jostle her.
“I’m okay, Willow. It’s just a scratch.”
“But it could have been so much worse. I’m so sorry, Minnie. This is all my fault. If I hadn’t come here, none of this would have happened.”