Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 73(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 73(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
She tenses up. “That’s from my hysterectomy,” she admits.
I give it a kiss. “A beautiful battle wound,” I murmur before I continue my descent. When I get to the hood of her neatly trimmed pussy, I give it a soft kiss. When I spread her thighs, I notice two things: one, she’s just as I thought—wet as fuck. And two, her clit is pierced.
“Who did this?” I pinch the tight bud between my fingers. The thought of Gage or Evan seeing her sweet pussy has me seeing red.
“I had it done before I started working here.”
Dipping my head between her legs, I suck the silver piercing into my mouth. Her back arches and she begs me to make her come.
Not wanting to make her wait any longer, I push two fingers into her pussy at the same time I flick her clit with my tongue. My fingers and mouth work in tangent—licking, fucking, sucking until Willow’s body is trembling and she’s screaming out my name.
Her hands find my hair and she tugs me against her pussy, grinding herself on my face until her orgasm has passed. When she lets go, I look up at her. Our eyes meet, and I swear my heart actually skips a fucking beat. Her lips are swollen from our kissing and her sucking my dick. Her nipples are red from me biting them. Her eyes are hooded over. Her hair is ruffled like she’s just been fucked even though she hasn’t been. She looks gorgeous, and my only thought is I need to make this woman mine.
Crawling up her body, I take her face between my hands, careful not to press my weight on top of her. As if she knows exactly what I’m thinking—or maybe she’s just thinking the same thing I am—she reaches down and grabs my dick, guiding me into her.
Her pussy is wet and warm, and even though I just finished fingering her, my dick still stretches her out good. Our mouths fuse, and our tongues unite. With my arms on either side of her head, and my hands still cradling her face, I kiss and fuck Willow slowly, deeply. And unlike the frenzied way we both came a few minutes ago, this time we take our time. I make sure I don’t come until Willow does, and only once she’s moaning and her insides are clenching around my dick, do I let myself follow behind.
When we both come down from our orgasms, and our breathing has calmed, I pull out of Willow and roll to the side so we’re both lying on the couch. It’s not big, but that’s okay because I like her body snuggled up against mine.
After a few minutes, Willow breaks the silence. “I think this was a mistake, Jax.”
I take her face and tilt it up to look at me. “No, it wasn’t.”
“We were supposed to be friends,” she says. If I thought she really meant that, I would backtrack and apologize, but I know why she’s saying this—to push me away. She felt what I felt. The connection. I watched it happen with my brother and Celeste when they were younger, and then later when they found each other again, but I never thought it would happen to me. I had accepted some people just aren’t meant to fall in love. I have my family, my friends, my tattoo shop. I thought I was okay being unattached. Until now. Until Willow.
It’s only been twenty-four hours since she stepped out of the bathroom in the shop and opened my eyes, but I already know she’s the one.
“Jax,” she prompts when I don’t say anything—too lost in my own thoughts. “This thing—”
Not wanting to hear every reason she’s about to spew in an attempt to push me away, I cover her mouth with mine. We kiss for a brief moment before I pull back.
When she opens her mouth, I cover it with my hand. “No, I have something I need to say and you’re going to listen.” Needing to look her in the eyes, I sit us up and pull her naked body onto my lap.
“This is probably the craziest thing I’ve ever said to anyone,” I admit. “And I don’t know what’s come over me, but I know the words I’m about to speak are one hundred percent true, and I need you to know that.” She nods once, but thankfully keeps quiet.
“Willow, you’ve been through so much, and you went through it all on your own. Your parents having cancer. Then you having to make the scary decision to have a hysterectomy when you found out you also had cancer. I don’t blame you for pushing people away. I get it. You’re scared. What if you get cancer again? What if someone else you love gets cancer?