Outside, the night brushed the skin on her legs and face with dewy kisses. The smell on the air was divine and alive with singing crickets and the faraway rumble of bullfrogs near the river in the deep forest.
She picked her way slowly through the forest meadow path, her arms wrapped around her waist.
What are you doing, girly? You’re going to check on this man your nightie? You skank. The voice in her head sounded very much like Laura.
“Hush,” she muttered to herself as she approached the back door of the bar. Will had propped it open with a heavy round rock, so she moved soundlessly through the doorway. From the barroom she could hear the aching, lo-fi voice of Muddy Waters playing on the jukebox. A hazy veil of cigarette smoke floated softly through the air, parting around her as she passed.
Eva came slowly around the back room wall. Will sat at the bar, a bottle of whiskey near his right hand, and a cigarette burning over an ashtray in his left. His head was bent, hanging over one of her books that he had spread on the counter in front of him.
She watched him silently for a few minutes. There wasn’t a shred of hardness to him in that moment; just a painfully handsome man, enjoying a book and a drink like he didn’t have a care in the world. He seemed lost in it, the way he didn’t even hear her approach. She understood that feeling well.
Will jolted when he realized she was there, his eyes widening, but his smooth face barely registered the surprise. “I...” His words got caught in his mouth as he ran his gaze up and down her body, lingering at the bare skin on her thighs exposed by the short robe. Eva flushed. “It’s a good book,” he said instead, his voice cracking just a bit. He closed the hard cover as if he was self-conscious and took a drink of whiskey.
“I can leave you alone, if you’d prefer to read,” she said, thumbing toward the back door.
Will shook his head immediately and took a drag from his smoke. Eva could see his gaze devouring her body, like he couldn’t help himself. She felt warmth and wetness building between her legs, wondering what he was thinking about.
“It’s your place,” he said.
Eva nodded and walked behind the bar. She grabbed a glass and poured herself a double-shot of whiskey. Will watched her drink it down, interested. “Can’t sleep?”
“Happens sometimes,” she said. “Especially considering the situation.”
Will took the bottle and poured her another drink. “It will pass, once this is over.”
Eva drank the second pour a little slower. Sitting at the bar reminded her of the bits of conversation she’d heard earlier, when Will was speaking to his friend. She wanted to broach the topic with him, try and dig at him a little bit. She wanted to understand her attraction to him. Eva wasn’t typically interested in men who seemed so violent, who acted so gruff. Especially after Rick. But she couldn’t stop herself from being drawn to Will. Why? It was driving her crazy.
She thought about playing nice, but just decided to come right out with it. “You wanna tell me what that was, earlier?”
“What?” asked Will, his voice low, half somewhere else.
“That ugly conversation you got into with your friend,” she said.
Will didn’t answer. He took a long drag of his cigarette and blew out the smoke. “That was private.”
“You almost had your hands on my ass this morning,” she shot back. Eva felt surprised by herself.
Will looked up with a glint in his eye and a smile on his full, soft lips. “Touché.”
A bit of pride radiated out into her blood. She shrugged. “So, talk,” she said.
“My friend and I are in a bit of a… rough patch,” he said carefully, pouring himself another whiskey. “He was coming here to give me a hard time.”
“Sounded like he was worried about you,” she said.
Will drank the whiskey down in one gulp without wincing like Eva did when she drank it. “He can worry all he wants, so long as he does it somewhere far away from me.”
Eva paused a beat, took a sip of her own whiskey, then said, “What did he mean when he mentioned the pain you’d been through?”
Will seemed to hold his breath after she asked the question. When he didn’t respond, she continued. “Earlier, when we were talking about Coriolanus, you said your grandpa read to you while your grandma baked.” She licked her lips. “My uncle told me the place that used to be here before was a bakery. It was completely torn down two years ago. He got the land at a steal.”
With every word she said, she watched Will’s face get tighter, harder to read. The cigarette burned forgotten in the ash tray.
“Do you know anything about that?” she asked.
He seemed like he was wrestling with his own thoughts for a moment before he responded. His voice was almost too quiet to hear. “It was her bakery. There was a fire… she died in it.”
Eva felt her heart break. She had had her suspicions, but to hear them confirmed was both a disappointment and a relief. “Christ, Will… I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine,” he said. “It was years ago.” He picked up the cigarette, took a final drag, then tamped it out in the ash tray.
There was silence as the jukebox switched between songs in the Muddy Waters catalogue. Eva got the sensation she had prodded at him more than enough for the moment, so she changed the subject. “Did you pick this?”
“Either that, or you have some blues-loving ghosts around here.”
“Always loved this music,” she said with a dreamy smile. “Something about it always makes me feel safe.”
Will laughed, but it was more from amusement than anything mean. “You’re an interesting woman, Eva.”
She shrugged, blushing. “Thanks, I guess.”
“You got to ask me a question. Is it my turn now?” Will straightened in his stool, fire sparking in his eyes. Eva’s breathing came in tighter bursts.
“Sure.” She shrugged again and laughed to hide her nervousness. “Actually, I’m not sure at all, but… I need to be more adventurous.”
Will quirked an eyebrow at her as he slipped off his stool. “Oh?”
Eva nodded, surprised at her own admission. Something about Will made her want to spill all her secrets to him. She poured herself another whiskey, drinking it down in one quick swallow this time and immediately regretting it as the burn traveled down her throat. She was starting to feel a little fuzzy and warm on the edges, though. “Yes. I’ve been a little too… vanilla… lately.”
Will slowly moved around the end of the bar, coming toward her. His gaze ran up and down her body with abandon. He wasn’t even trying to hide it as he licked his lips, drinking her in. Her knees felt suddenly weaker than they should. Must be the whiskey, she reasoned, but it wasn’t even a believable lie in her half-drunk state.
“And you want to be a little wild, is that it?” said Will in a gruff half-whisper, his voice thick with desire. He stepped toward her until he hovered in front of her face, the warmth of his body nearly pressed against hers.
Eva took a deep breath, staring into his eyes. “Maybe.”
“I’ll ask you my question, then, and we’ll see,” said Will. He moved down until his lips were inches from hers. “Deal?”
“Deal,” she whispered.
Will wrapped one strong arm around her waist and pulled her hips into his. The other came around her shoulders. His lips brushed against her gently as they formed the words: “Do you taste as good as you look?”
Eva let out a breathless gasp against his lips that then melted and reformed into a passionate kiss as she hungrily connected with them. Will answered by crushing her body with his, and she could feel the hardness of his erect cock pressing through the denim of his pants. Their kiss deepened, a moan escaping her mouth into his.
Strong, manly hands roamed up and down her body for the first time in what felt like ages and she didn’t shy away from them, even as he ripped open her terrycloth bathrobe and shoved it roughly from her shoulders. As soon as it hit the floor, Will’s
pulled away and leaned back to devour the sight of her tiny silk nighty. The soft fabric was her favorite shade of tiffany blue, and barely covered the length of her ass.
Holding her head steady, he kissed her again, this time only starting at her lips. The next one hit her chin before forging a hot trail down her neck and chest. Each pause against her heated skin was followed by a suck, lick, or gentle bite. Before Eva knew it, Will was on his knees in front of her and, hands on her ass, pulling her body against his face. His rust-colored scruff scratched against the silk before he nuzzled his way underneath the hem, landing right above her panty covered pussy.
Eva gasped and grabbed Will’s hair in surprise, but he swung her around in response, maneuvering her until she was leaning back against the bar. He held her body close to his face, rubbing his scruff against her panties right before ducking down between her legs to run his tongue along the outside of the silk. Already she was wet enough to have soaked through them, and the feel of his tongue even against the fabric on her pussy lips made her moan. Her fingers grasped and clutched at the long curls on his head.
“Fuck, Eva,” he said as he brought his hands around from her ass and pulled down her panties, slowly, gently, until they were at her ankles. There wasn’t even a moment where she considered stopping him. Instead, she stepped out of them as soon as they hit the floor, and watched breathlessly as he tossed them across the bar.
Eva let out a little surprised squeak when Will lifted her right leg and draped it over his shoulder, causing the hem of her nightie to lift away from her neatly trimmed mound. He just gazed at it for a few moments, as if he’d never seen one before. After a few gentle touches with the tips of his fingers, both of his hands opened up her lips to him, and he sunk his face into her desperately.
Fireworks exploded inside Eva’s body as Will lapped expertly at her clit and pussy. She closed her eyes and leaned back against the bar, moaning and crying his name as he spread her wetness all over his face. She could feel him groaning against her pussy in response, eager and happy to be doing the work, and it only made her wetter. Her tangled fingers tightened in his hair as her hips bucked against his head.
“You better come for me,” he said from between laps with his thick tongue. “I want you to come all over my tongue, Eva.”
His words were so filthy, so hot—Eva had always wanted to talk dirty during sex. Will’s words, and his eagerness to bring her to orgasm, made her lose herself. She concentrated on the rhythmic tongue flicks that teased against her clit until she couldn’t hold back a moment longer. A shuddering climax consumed her entire body, and she couldn’t help but pull Will’s face against her core by the hair. His tongue didn’t lose its pace for a second as it continued to eagerly lap up the rewards of his hard work. He only stopped once he was sure that the waves of her orgasm had long since subsided.
Standing and pressing her body against the bar with his own, Will kissed her hungrily, his mouth and beard wet with her own juices. At his waist, he fumbled to unbuckle his jeans and she reached down eagerly to help. A gasp escaped her lips as her fingers first felt the hard, long dick as it was finally released. Without hesitation, she began to run her hand up and down its length, drawing a shiver from the gorgeous man in response.
“Eva.” She could listen to him whisper her name forever. “Eva, I fucking need you.”
She groaned back and kissed him. “I want you to take me—please. Take me hard.”
She heard him say her name one more time before kissing her even harder, while at the same time fumbling in his jeans to find a condom and roll it over his length. She waited impatiently, running her hands up and down his muscular chest, anxious to feel as much of his hard body as she could get her hands on, but much more anxious to feel his hardness between her legs.
“Tell me you want me,” said Will as he wrapped himself against her and pulled her leg up around his waist. His cock was pressed right at the entrance of her pussy but he didn’t push forward yet, choosing to tease her instead. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
Eva dug her nails into Will’s shoulders and moved her hips, begging with them. “I want you to fuck me, Will. I need you to fuck me.”
He growled and pushed his entire length into her wet pussy, and she answered with a cry of the deepest pleasure. She both heard and felt her name in a hot breath that blew across her ear as he began to pump, his hands squeezing her ass tightly for leverage as her body was pressed against the bar with every thrust. In the cabinets below, glasses rattled and tipped over loudly at the savagery of their fucking. Each passing minute only increased the speed and power of his hips as they drove his cock into her with relentless passion.
Eva let go of her inhibitions. She tossed her head back and gave in to the feeling of Will’s hard cock pushing deep inside, of his rough, desperate hands on her, and his mouth greedily sucking on the skin at her chest. He pulled down the thin straps of her nightie until her breasts were exposed, then pulled a swollen bud into his mouth as he continued to fuck her.
“Are you gonna come again for me?” he said, strained voice coming from around her nipple.
“Yes,” said Eva. “Yes, please, make me come. I’m so close.”
Will leaned over her and pulled her nearly naked skin against his with a strong hand. His growl sounded right in her ear, breath hot against her sensitive neck. “You better come all over my cock, Eva. I want to feel it.”
“Oh, fuck,” she said. His dirty talk was all she needed to fall over the edge.
A second orgasm washed over her with a fury, sending her whole body into wracking trembles. Underneath her, Will began to cry out himself, his cock pulsing and twitching within her womb, emptying into its wet latex shield.
Eva supported herself on shaky arms against the bar with Will panting above her, both of them covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Even still, within moments he was back to planting soft exploratory kisses all over her chest between gasping breaths.
“I think that was more than one question,” she said, closing her eyes to the continuing pleasure of Will’s soft lips.
~ ELEVEN ~
Will woke up still feeling Eva’s skin on his own. He dreamt of her wetness around his length, so real it hurt to wake up and find himself on the scratchy couch alone, instead. His jeans confined his aching erection uncomfortably, and he rolled over to sit up and rid himself of it.
Morning light was just coming over the tops of the trees, but it still felt like too much to his tired eyes. He and Eva hadn’t finished with each other until well into the night. Hell, he was probably only asleep an hour or two. He still felt half-drunk on whiskey and lust. After they fucked in the bar, Eva dragged him back up into her bedroom where they continued, as quietly as possible, until Will was finally so physically exhausted he couldn’t stay awake.
He wished again that he could have stayed in bed next to Eva. Curled up against the soft heat of her body, it felt like she was somehow feeding a hunger he didn’t even know he had. But she had rightly cautioned against it, worried Charlie would get more upset than he already was. So Will had pulled himself away from her, somehow, with slow re-dressing and long, lingering kisses as she lay there like a work of art, naked against the sheets.
I can’t remember the last time I actually wanted to stay and sleep next to a woman. But she’s so different. There was an ache deep inside Will’s chest that he hadn’t felt in a while. He put a hand there, uncomfortable, like he could rub it out.
This was bad, his gut told him. Wanting to fuck Eva from the second he saw her was one thing, an understandable thing, although his first instinct had told him to stay away. But now that it was done, he didn’t regret for a second the fact that he could now conjure the feel of her legs wrapped around him, or the particular feel of her pussy when he was buried within its warm embrace. But he felt something else happening to both of them that gave him cause for concern.
When he was with Eva, Will felt the fog in his head clear up in ways he did
n’t understand. He couldn’t deny that. It was disarming, and distracting, and the truth was, Will had spent so long now in the raging dark that seeing even a sliver of daylight made his stomach twist up. Light wasn’t light anymore, not in his mind; light was fire, and he was done getting burned. He couldn’t believe he had opened up to her the way he did, about his past.
Eva, her sweetness—what could he do but break it? That was why he had wanted to avoid doing this in the first place with her, but the attraction was too strong. When she was around, he couldn’t even think straight.
What was more surprising was her own hungry lust. Not because he couldn’t imagine such passion coming from a person like her, but rather, he thought of her like a delicate flower that he didn’t want to pick from the garden, for fear of ruining its loveliness. The fact that the flower chose to bloom and brighten once picked, instead of withering and dying, was what had shocked him. He had been afraid to really touch her, for fear of what someone like him could do to someone like her.
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