I pull up to Minnie and Logan’s house and get out of my truck. I walk quickly up to the door and knock. A minute later, Willow pulls open the door, and a minute after that, I have her inside with her back slammed against it.
“Are Minnie and Logan here?” I growl the question against her lips.
“No,” she responds with a moan.
“Are you watching Luna?”
“No,” she says again. “They’re out with some of Logan’s bandmates.”
Her words are music to my ears.
I scoop her up and blindly take the stairs two at a time. My lips are sealed to hers, so I can’t exactly see where I’m going, but I manage to make it to the landing without tumbling us to the floor.
“Which room?” I grunt, impatient to get inside her body.
“To the left, then second door on the right.”
I head in that direction and kick her door open with my foot, then kick it closed behind us. Had we not been in her friend’s house with the chance of them walking in with Luna, I would have just taken her right inside the front door, but I’m sure Willow would freak out if they came home.
Her back slams against the wall and my lips attack the skin of her neck. Her head thumps against the wall, giving me better access. I grind my dick into the valley between her legs.
“I need to fuck you now,” I growl. “I can’t wait.”
“Yes, Tegan!” she cries, scraping her nails down my back.
Thank fucking goodness she’s wearing another skirt. I love skirts. They make things so much easier.
I pull back just far enough to yank open my jeans and slip her panties to the side. The tip of my dick meets her warm pussy, and I hiss out a breath. I pull her to me at the same time I thrust my hips forward, impaling her with my dick as far as it will go.
She cries out and her legs tighten around me. Her hands dig into my scalp, knocking my sunglasses to the floor.
“Sorry,” I mutter against her throat. I’m sorry if I hurt her, but I’m not sorry it feels so fucking good to have her surrounding me.
I pump my hips and lift her up and down on my shaft. Her back slides up and down the wall. I’m rough with my fucking, but I can’t help it. I’m desperate to make the feelings of seeing my mom again go away.
I growl and groan and mutter curses, because she feels so unbelievably tight. She’s perfect. More perfect than all the women I’ve ever had before.
My hips pound furiously against her, taking more than I should from her. I know I’m taking her too hard; she’ll probably have bruises on the insides of her thighs later. My fingers dig into her ass cheeks when I feel the explosion starting. She lets out a strangled cry of pleasure, her eyes going wide. It plummets me into my own release. My legs lock into place and the cords in my neck tense as I growl deep in my throat. Cum rushes out the tip of my dick and fills her ravenous pussy.
I’ve never wanted to have just one girl. I like being able to pick a different one every night. I don’t want to be tied down to just one. That life sounds so boring. How can you be with the same person for years and not get tired of the same old thing?
But with Willow, I can’t seem to get enough. She makes me feel more than I’ve felt before. She makes me want to come back for more. Every time I have her, it only makes my need grow. It’s unexplainable because I still don’t know shit about her, except that she likes to be watched like I do, even if she’s still reluctant to admit it. I also know she cares about her friends. I know she’s a hard worker from what Nathan’s told me. I know she’s good with kids and would be an excellent mother. From the way she is with Luna, I know she wants kids one day. I know the death of her father and the recent death of her mother still tear her up inside. I know she’s tough because she doesn’t let that show. I like her and my friends like her, and I want to know more of her. I want to know everything about her. I also know she’s hiding something. That phone call that first night scared her. I saw it in her eyes. I want to take that fear away.
I push back all those thoughts and carry her to the bed. My cock slides out of her and my cum leaks out, reminding us both we didn’t use a condom.
“You’re on the pill, right?” I ask, grabbing a towel from a stack on a chair. The thought of not using a condom should terrify me, but it doesn’t. I’ve always been careful and for some strange reason I trust Willow.
I walk back to the bed and hand the towel to her. Her eyes don’t meet mine as she grabs it.
“Umm… I used to be?” She forms it as a question, like she’s not sure. Panic has her eyes widening comically, and if the situation wasn’t so serious, I would laugh.
“Shit shit shit,” she mutters to herself, using the towel to quickly wipe away our combined release. Her movements are short, jerky, and rough. She’s going to hurt herself if she’s not careful.
“Hey,” I call, but she doesn’t hear me. “Hey!” I say louder and sit on the side of the bed. I put my hand over hers, stilling her agitated movements. Her eyes bounce to mine and she bites her lip.
“I was on the pill until a couple weeks ago. I didn’t have time to refill the prescription before I left Texas, and I ran out. I have an appointment with my new doctor to get back on the pill next week.” She finishes with a swallow.
“Shit happens, okay? I’ve always been careful and never gone bare before, and I trust you would have told me anything I needed to know the first time we had sex.”
She nods. “But what about a baby? I could get pregnant.”
The thought’s crossed my mind, but again, it doesn’t bother me as much as I thought it would. It’s crazy to think she would be sexy as all hell swollen with my baby in her belly. Freak-out mode should commence right about now, but I’m as cool as a cucumber.
“If that does happen, we’ll deal with it,” I tell her simply.
She searches my eyes for several seconds before nodding again. “Okay.”
“When do Minnie and the others get back?” I ask.
She looks over at the clock on the nightstand. “A few more hours yet.”
“Good,” I growl, and grab her waist, hauling her toward me. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”