“I want that too.” She beams.
“Good. So it’s settled. We can move your shit in as soon as possible.”
“My stuff is in the suitcases on your driveway.” She covers her mouth with the sheet, and we both begin laughing like fucking love-struck loons
Twenty-Four
Willa
Two weeks later…
Riding on the back on Gabe’s motorcycle is exhilarating. It’s such a freeing escape from everything. I want to go on all his trips with him. Pulling over to a diner, he kicks the stand down and taps my leg, signaling for me to climb off. Lifting the helmet, I shake out my hair and grin at him like a crazy person. “That was amazing.”
“How’s the helmet?” He nods to the sparkling silver gift he gave me earlier.
“Perfect.” I lean forward, placing a kiss to his cheek. He grabs me, making me squeal with giddiness. His lips attack mine, hungry and furious. Gabe is insatiable, a pleasure master, and so protective and caring, I feel like the luckiest woman in the entire world to be his—to be the one who gets to ride on the back of his bike, sleep in his arms, and have his devoted love. His hands grope my ass before smacking it and releasing me with a growl.
“You hungry?” he asks, his eyes roaming over every inch of me. We’ve been on the road for hours. But with just a look from him, I feel drunk in lust. My pussy throbs with need, wetness dampening my panties.
“I was. Now I’m a different kind of hungry.” I pout.
“Oh yeah?” He grins, lifting himself off his bike and sweeping me up into his arms. Nibbling the sensitive flesh just behind my ear, his fingers dig into my ass cheeks, squeezing. A rumbling growl catches in the back of his throat.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I grind myself against him, desperate for friction. “Fuck, baby. You’re going to make me take you right here, aren’t you?”
“I need you,” I plead, my flesh overheating. I’m burning up. Every touch from him electrifies every nerve-ending inside me. My lips crash against his, demanding attention. His teeth nip as his tongue pushes inside my mouth, tasting, urgency driving his movements.
Carrying me across the lot, my back hits cold brick as his body presses against mine, pinning me in place. Our eyes seek out confirmation this is going to happen, right here against the side of the diner in the cloak of midnight.
He fondles with my waistband, shoving my leggings down and tugging my panties to the side. Within seconds, his thick cock penetrates my needy pussy, making me cry out in symphony.
Smothering my mouth with his hand, he fucks me hard and fast against the wall. Grunting with need, his hips jackhammer, seeking deeper purchase. My pulse races, my heart pounding as our rhythm hits the bundle of nerves inside me, sending me spiraling into ecstasy. My eyes close and my body tightens as my orgasm overtakes me. Hot cum floods my walls as his cock spasms inside me and his hand releases my mouth.
“Now I’m hungry for food,” I pant, giggling.
“I better feed you then.” He smiles against my lips as he drops a tender kiss there.
Luckiest girl in the world.
Twenty-Five
Gabe
Watching Willa get turned in circles as she dances with Jameson makes me realize how life-changing she’s been.
Walking into that shithole of a bar and finding her was fate. I was meant for her. I believe it with everything in me.
Musical giggles ring out from Jameson’s little sisters as they all hold hands and move to some stupid song the girls play on repeat.
Willa’s smile lights up her entire face, sending a bottomless surge of joy into my chest. She’s happy, thriving here with us.
Her hand reaches out, her head gesturing for me to join them. Not a fucking chance. I hold up my empty bottle and head through the kitchen to grab another. Rolling her eyes, she pokes her tongue out and continues to entertain the kids. Jameson’s presence has me offering him a cold one. He holds up a hand, gesturing no.
“She seems happy, settled.” He flicks his eyes in the direction we just left. I nod, sipping my beer, waiting for him to get to his point.
“I’ve never seen you like this.” His brow wrinkles in deep thought. “In love. I’m really happy for you.”
Releasing a relieved exhale, I clasp his forearm and pull him in for a brief hug. “That means a lot to me coming from you, brother.”
“She’s good with the girls,” he adds, shaking his head as their out-of-tune singing blasts through the house. I can see her having our babies. She’s a natural nurturer.
“I better get the girls home and in bed. It’s getting late.”
“Thanks for coming over. Willa’s been grilling me about the girls. She was excited to meet them and learn more about your life.”