by Frost, Ada
We eventually arrived at the restaurant, and as soon as we were shown our table, Izzy ripped her shoes off and headed straight for the soft play area. It was in a completely separate area to the restaurant, so I was a little at war whether to follow or sit with Will. As if sensing my discomfort, he picked up Izzy’s shoes and called a waitress over.
“Excuse me, ma’am, but would it be possible to reserve this table while we watch our little girl in there?” He pointed into the room which held the play gym. The young woman stared up at him, obviously captivated by his gorgeousness. I was more gobsmacked he’d referred to Izzy as ‘our little girl’.
“Er, yeah, sure, no problem.” Her cheeks reddened and I smiled, holding a chuckle in.
“Thank you.” He walked away and the girl followed his arse with her eyes. I joined her, because what man didn’t look good in a suit? Put Will in a suit and you had a lethal combination.
I sat down in the creaking leather bucket chair and frowned when my hand slid against an icky sticky patch. I suddenly became aware how icky it really was here. I was used to play areas and kids leaving dirty hand prints and finding gross little marks where Izzy had used pieces of furniture as hand wipes instead of going to the bathroom to wash her hands. I glanced at Will, who was watching Izzy charge about amongst the hanging obstacles. He sat completely at ease in the chair, both his arms spread over the chair arms and the ankle of one leg rested on the knee of his other. He looked totally relaxed sitting there in his expensive suit. I may not have had the money to buy quality, but I certainly could appreciate it. The sparkle of his watch caught my attention and I looked down, watching the seconds tick away with my confidence. I hadn’t felt that insecure in years. The last time I’d had doubts about myself was with the first guy I dated after what happened with Jack. Even that ended in disaster. But here with Will, I found myself wanting to be enough for him. I didn't want to be lacking, and sitting here in my supermarket brand dress with him in his designer suit felt monumental. Like it was a huge glowing sign for him to wake up and see I wasn’t good enough.
“What do you do for a living, Will?”
“I'm a corporate lawyer at my father’s company.”
“You must be loaded,” I blurted before my brain could stop me.
“Excuse me?” He glanced at me, but returned his gaze to Izzy.
“The suit. I didn’t know you wanted to go somewhere fancy. I’m not used to… that. This is a treat for me.” His head turned and I had his full attention. “I don’t have the money to take Isabelle nice places, and I certainly don’t have money to compete with your suit.”
His deep chuckle infuriated me. “Don’t laugh at me, Will. I’m being serious, I can’t–”
“This suit is really bothering you, isn’t it?” He flapped his jacket and let it go like it completely baffled him.
“Yes!” I screeched, a little louder than I meant to.
He leaned over. His large hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me up and over into his lap.
“What is this really about, pixie-girl? My attire cannot be all that has you rattled.” He pressed his forehead to mine and held me in his gaze.
I slid my finger against the silk of his tie. “I just…you look really good, like edible good.”
“Good to know; you can eat my footlong later.” He chuckled. I pulled away and slapped his chest. He threw his head back and laughed. “Talk, Emily.”
“You’re loaded, aren’t you?”
He frowned.
“You’re rich, like this isn’t a special occasion suit. This is an everyday kind –”
“Yes, I have money.” He pulled back and slumped in the chair, resuming his relaxed pose, but there was an edge to him now.
“I don’t,” I said quietly. My cheeks flooded with heat. “I struggle, like daily, with paying for stuff. Izzy is my main concern –”
“Are you asking for money?”
“What? No! Jesus, no!” I made to get off his lap, feeling so ashamed and deflated he would think that. But he wrapped his arms around me and held me to him. “I’m trying to say this is my normal. I don’t – can’t do fancy. I can’t afford fancy restaurants or gorgeous suits, even if they do make your arse look bloody amazing.” I took a deep breath and knotted my fingers in my lap. “This is my life, Will. This is –”
“My ex demanded fancy ass restaurants I had to make reservations for months in advance. I had to wear fancy assed suits, and fancy assed food that wouldn’t even satisfy a hamster was placed in front of me. She would order the most expensive champagne, even though I hate the stuff, but I suffered through it because it made her happy.”
My stomach dropped. I hadn’t even tried champagne, never mind knew what would be a fine champagne. I’d become a surrogate mum at the age of eighteen, with a shit load of university debt and a baby to pay for.
“What made me happy?” I glanced up at him to see he was watching me. “I was happiest sitting with Ry and Jo in the pool house eating pizza and cupcakes and drinking flat beer, watching the game, or sitting around the pool. I cannot stand monkey suits. I wore this to impress you and Izzy. I wanted it to feel like a proper date. I haven’t been on an easy date before where I could relax and not worry about saying the right thing, ordering the perfect meal, or drink. Or smiling when some important client or kiss-ass from Marissa’s social circle would invade us. When you said we were coming here and I saw the place, I could have pinned you against the wall and kissed you fucking breathless. Em, I love this place. There is beer on tap and kids having fun. You look fucking amazing. Yes, I have money; I’ve always had money. My dad comes from old money, but he made me appreciate what we had. I earned my allowance. Ryan suffered through his dad’s wealth. He made ripples, his dad paid for them to go away. My dad, not so much. I once knocked over a neighbour’s mailbox when I got my drivers permit, and not only did he make me pay for a new mailbox and damage to the car by working at the local mall, I also had to cut Ms Jackson’s lawn for a month. I’m financially secure, but that isn’t all there is to me.”
“I know. I just –” I sucked in a breath, ready to be honest with him, ready to admit my growing fears. “I want to be enough for you.” My hands started shaking and my ears buzzed with fear. I had just handed him so much power over me, and I kind of resented that.
“You are more than perfect for me. You make me realise how unhappy I have been for years. I couldn't give a shit where we go, what we eat, or who we see. As long as you are there, I'm pretty certain I’ll be happy.”
I pressed my head against his. “Me, too.”
He pressed his lips softly against mine.
“Will?”
“Hmm?”
“Is it wrong I’m incredibly horny right now?”
His deep chuckle vibrated through my body. “It’s going to take me the rest of my life to make love to you in every place I’ve fantasised. Now you just added a jungle gym.”
I stilled under his hands, his solid frame going rigid as if he too realised what he had said. “Was that too much?” His ears glowed red, easing my apprehension. This was as difficult for him as it was for me. I just hope I wasn’t wrong to trust him.
“I don’t know that many places sex would be possible,” I joked. He let out a relieved breath and patted my bottom.
“I invent them whenever I see you. As long as it’s you, any surface is viable.”
“Really?”
“Yup,”
“Will –”
“Mummy-Emmy, play with me,” Izzy panted as she tugged on my arm.
“Iz –”
“I’ll play,” Will said, standing with me in his arms and softly depositing me back in the chair. He slid out of his jacket and I watched transfixed as his arms flexed as he rolled his shirt sleeves up his arms. Next, he slid his shoes off, held his hand out to my baby girl, and off they ran. He dived into the ball pool, making Izzy squeal in delight. And just like that, I was in love all over again. Only this time, when he left
me, I knew there would be no recovering from him.
I ran down the stairs in a panic. I didn't give a crap I was dressed in a ratty old t-shirt. At this time of night, it had to be one of my brothers bringing Izzy home. When Will had dropped us home after our date, Castor had been waiting on the porch for us. After an hour, he had convinced me to let Izzy stay at their house. I knew she wouldn’t settle—or was it wishful thinking, because I was unable to settle. I flung the door open, ready to bollock them for not listening to me and dragging her out at this time of night.
“I told you –” the words froze in my throat when I took in the god standing on my doorstep. His hair was all messy, as if he’d been running his fingers through it, his t-shirt was creased and he had on a pair of loose fitting Hollister shorts, no socks, and his running trainers. “Will?”
“I close my eyes and all I see is your face when you come. I want to bury my dick inside you and feel your tight little pussy squeeze me dry.” He sounded breathless; his hands braced on either side of the door frame as if holding him up.
I rubbed my thighs together as an urgent throbbing in my core made me squirm. Was I having some kind of wet dream?
“You feel it, too, you want me balls deep –”
I held my hand up to silence him. “You said we can’t–”
“We can.” He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around me. “We shouldn’t, but we can.” His mouth crashed against mine, stealing my breath. I heard the door slam. I dragged my mouth away from his to breathe.
“Will –”
“Just – I need you.” His voice was desperate as he kissed his way down my neck. I gave him easy access, arching my back, pressing my breasts into his chest. “I can’t take it anymore; I can’t deny myself you.”
“Will,” I gasped when he sucked a tight nipple into his mouth through my shirt.
“One night. I can go tomorrow if you want. But I can’t live without you, without this.”
I nodded, but I had no clue what the hell he was talking about. It was his stupid self-imposed sexban. Threading my fingers through his hair, I tugged at the soft strands, making him growl. Deep inside me I tingled and ached with need for him.
“Fast and rough, Pix?” he posed it as a question, but by the hunger in his sucks and kisses, it was more of a demand.
“Yes, Will.”
He growled again and pulled my shirt over my head. He spun me around so my back faced his front and walked me to the stairs. “Brace your hands on the steps.”
I walked up a few steps, knelt on one step and braced my hands further up the stairs. My naked arse was on proud display. I arched my back, causing my nipples to catch on the coarse carpet. I moaned at the sensation and peered over my shoulder at the magnificent man behind me. He yanked his shirt over his head and hastily shucked his shorts, freeing his beautiful erection. It sprang to life, pointing straight at me. I licked my lips. Before the night was over, I was swallowing that beauty.
“Fuck, you’re sexy.” My chest beat wildly at the rasp in his voice. Purposely, I touched my tongue to my top lip. I turned to sit on the step and rested my elbows on it, pushing my breasts toward him. I spread my legs, exposing my wet centre.
“I want a taste. I need you in my mouth first.”
He made a pained noise in his throat. He gripped his cock at the base and stepped toward me, all male muscle and absolute deliciousness. I slowly opened my mouth, my tongue resting against my bottom lip, desperately waiting for his offering. He cupped my chin, bringing the tip of his cock to the tip of my tongue. I moaned at the salty contact and closed my eyes, bringing my tongue into my mouth to savour his taste.
“Mmm.” I opened my eyes, and heat and wetness rushed to my core when I saw the searing fire in his gaze.
“Fuck!” he growled. He held my jaw, rocking his hips forward. I opened my mouth to take him in. He curled his fingers in my hair and urged my head toward his cock. He thrust his hips back and forth in small movements. The crown of his erection teased my tongue; I was hungry for him. I surged forward, taking him to the back of my throat. His musky scent was mouth-watering.
“Oh, Christ,” he moaned. His fist in my hair tightened; prickles of pain ramped up my desire. He thrust forward, hard and fast, his breathing accelerating as he fucked my mouth. He pulled my hair, yanking me away from his cock.
“Knees, now!” he demanded. I scrambled to my knees, bracing my hands on the steps. I heard the familiar tear of a foil packet before his body covered mine, his hands beside mine, his breath hot and heavy in my ear. Once his erection was covered, he thrust into me without warning, forcing me upward. I cried out in ecstasy. He pumped his hips fast and hard, our skin slapping together. His animalistic grunts forced the most amazing orgasm to explode out of me. I was almost disappointed I couldn't last longer as his hard body slapped against mine.
“Will,” I screamed loudly, my nails digging into the carpet. My heavy breasts swayed with each pounding of my pussy. His hips hit my backside with determined thrusts. He rode me, his huge body enveloping me in pure male. His large hand slid down my body to cup my mound and his finger teased my sensitised clit as his thrusts increased in tempo. There was no way I could come again. His warm breath whispered against my ear.
“Again, Pix; suck me dry.”
I closed my eyes. Sweet tingling low in my stomach said I was cresting another mind blowing orgasm. His blunt finger pressed against my clit and I shattered. He wrapped his large hand against my throat, sliding his index finger into my mouth. I could taste myself on him. He reared up, pumping into me hard and fast, one hand around the front of my throat and the other holding my shoulder, anchoring me to him. He came with a loud masculine shout.
“Fuck me, Em, you’re going to kill me,” he panted against my neck. I giggled, feeling the hot burn on my knees.
“I have carpet burn,” I chuckled, resting my cheek against the step. He slid out of me slowly, making us both moan.
“Can I stay?”
I nodded against the carpet.
“I’m determined to get you in a bed.”
I laughed. “I’m not complaining.”
He slapped my arse, making me yelp. “Naughty girl.” He chuckled, kissing my shoulder. Gently he lifted me into his arms and cradled me against his wide chest. His lips sought mine and made love to my mouth with slow, drugging kisses.
We slid between the cool sheets, and I stretched sleepily against my pillow. A hard warm body slid over me. His marvellous chest brushed against my sensitive breasts. Will kissed me with lazy sweeps of his tongue. He worshipped me with his mouth, and for the first time in many years, I made love to a man. I stared into his eyes as I opened myself to him and silently gave him everything. Will obliterated my defences and I didn't fight him. For one night, I belonged to someone.
***
My knees parted as Will slid his deliciously large body between them. I was sitting on the counter in the kitchen, watching him mix pancakes. He’d wanted to make breakfast that morning. He whisked the mixture between us, the cold of the glass bowl startling against my warm tummy. I smiled against his mouth as his pouty lips pressed against mine. I could definitely get used to this each morning. Slowly, I slid my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. The fabric of his shorts was rough against the sensitised flesh of my thighs. I had a serious case of stubble burn at the apex of my thighs, but as I remembered how that happened, my body flushed with heat. I moaned into his mouth when his sneaky tongue flicked against mine. He tasted of coffee and decadent manliness.
As if by magic, the bowl disappeared, leaving a hard wall of man flesh pressed against me. Will’s arms banded around my bottom and pulled me to the edge of the work surface, lining my heated core with his growing cock. I was certain I’d end up with a limp by the time I had finished with the hulking giant. He was between my legs more than my knickers were.
“God, woman, what are you doing to me? I’m in a constant state of arousal. I could tie you to a bed and fuc
k you for hours, and never to need sleep or drink.”
“Assuming you would have the stamina,” I chuckled, pressing my hips back into his.
“I even shock myself at the…stamina I have for you.”
“What about eating?”
“I’d have you.”
I nipped his lower lip between my teeth, eliciting a deep growl from him. “I’m not seeing a problem with that scenario.”
His fingers tightened on the plump flesh of my arse. Suddenly, he pulled away and his lust filled eyes searched mine. “You aren’t spiking my drinks with Viagra, are you?”
I let out an unbecoming laugh; I couldn't help it. The concern on his face was hilarious. I threw my head back and laughed loudly, my breasts jiggling against his body. I opened my eyes to see his handsome face transform into a dangerously sexy smirk. His white teeth showcased a knicker-wetting smile as he leaned forward and nipped my chin the same way I bit his lip.
“Pixie –”
“I do not need chemical substances to make a man hard.” I rubbed my palm up and down the length of him; the poor thing twitched beneath my hand. Probably cursing me and wanting to take a three month holiday in the Bahamas for respite.
Will’s fingers flexed painfully into my backside. I moved forward, locking my heels behind his back. Taking his earlobe between my teeth, I whispered against the sensitive flesh, watching goose bumps pepper his golden skin. “I want pancakes, but first I want to make you come.” I pressed a soft teasing kiss to his neck. “I want to ride you so fucking hard –” I squealed in delight as he ripped my top from me, and in a lightning fast movement he pulled me from the counter, sat on a dining chair and feasted on my naked breasts. I palmed his bulging erection. The animalistic sounds coming from deep within his chest were an aphrodisiac. I hadn’t put any knickers on when we came downstairs, so I was completely exposed. I slid my hand into the thick band of elastic of his shorts and freed the poor guy. The angry looking head wept in delight. I ran my finger over the tip, watching as his arousal glistened against the blunt end. I licked my lips, my appetite for him reaching a pinnacle. I needed him.