We’d originally planned to drop the cores at the Larke Oil building tonight, but we ran into rain about two hours outside of Houston, and I’d ridden in it the rest of way. That slowed us down, and then because idiots around Houston were playing bumper cars in the rain, we’d sat on the interstate, inching along, for what felt like hours. If I’d been alone, I’d have used the bike’s maneuverability to work my way through the traffic, but I wasn’t leaving Willow behind, so I sat behind her in the rain. When I could see the emergency vehicle lights ahead, I rode up beside her door and we’d had a shouted, low-speed conversation where we decided to go straight to her house and worry with the rest in the morning.
She trudged back down the steps, I heard the door into her backyard open and close, before she slowly thumped her way back up the steps. I’d heard that rustle, down the steps, into the backyard, and then back up the steps when I was here last, and I knew she was tossing out Mafic’s dirty litter. I was in bed when she appeared in the room, looking slightly rumbled and bleary eyed, but still sexy as hell.
“Dammit…” she muttered as she started toward the bathroom.
“What?” I called.
“You.”
“What about me?”
“Laying there, looking sexy as hell… and I’m too damned tired to do anything about it.”
I smiled to myself. “Would it make you feel better if I said I wouldn’t mind waiting until morning myself?”
She appeared in the door as she brushed her hair. “No.”
She disappeared back into the bathroom and then a moment later I heard her brushing her teeth before the light snapped out. She was little more than a ghost, but I could tell she wasn’t wearing anything to sleep in. I instantly began to harden, and suddenly waiting until morning didn’t seem like a particularly good idea. She tumbled into the bed with a groan before tucking herself into me warm and close.
“You sure you don’t mind?” she murmured.
“Will you let me hold you?” She nodded slowly as she yawned. “Then I don’t mind.”
“Good,” she mumbled as she stretched for a kiss.
I sighed deeply as I adjusted her position slightly. Whether because I was exhausted, or because Willow was in my arms again, I couldn’t say, but tranquility settled over me. She was caressing my chest, her fingers tracing a lazy pattern, before they stopped and her breathing became slow and deep. I sighed again, and moments later, I followed her into a deep, peaceful, sleep.
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WILLOW
“No…” I groaned as my phone chimed, a disgustingly cheerful dinging that demanding my attention. I reached over and swatted at the noisemaker until it went silent.
“No is right,” Colt grumbled behind me.
I sighed as he pulled me more snuggly into him, tucking my back into his chest with his knees behind mine, his big, strong hands cupping and supporting my breasts as his hard cock pressed against my ass cheek. It was absolutely the best possible way to wake up, but I didn’t want to wake up. It’d take only moments before his warm embrace and soft breathing on my neck lulled me back to sleep. As much as I’d enjoy going back to sleep in his arms, I knew I had to get up.
I lay unmoving with my eyes closed. “I can’t spend all day in bed,” I murmured, wanting to do just that.
“Just until lunch, then,” he whispered before kissing me in my shoulder and briefly tightening his embrace.
I groaned again as I stretched. “Stop. You’re not making this any easier.”
“What time is it?” he mumbled.
“Six.”
He made a sound like a wheezing bear. “Four hours of sleep.”
I could feel sleep encroaching again, so I threw the linens back and squirmed out his arms before sitting up on the edge of the bed. “I need to get my shower. You, too.”
He rolled over and stretched with a growling groan. “Fine,” he sighed as he relaxed. “Eggs for breakfast?”
I didn’t care. What I really wanted was another three- or four-hours sleep, then have him for breakfast in bed. I forced the thoughts away before I gave in to the temptation. I twisted around and leaned over to kiss him quickly on the lips, pulling away when he tried to draw me into the kiss. If I let him do that, we’d definitely be late.
“That’s fine,” I muttered as I forced myself roll to my feet and plod into the bathroom.
I stood under the shower, scrubbing my hair and thinking. The long drive alone last night had given me time to examine my feeling. I hadn’t reached a conclusion, but a few things were becoming clear. First, despite what I thought I knew about motorcycle clubs, the BDMC wasn’t anything like I thought they’d be. I knew it wasn’t all Colt, but as their president, he clearly set an example that many men should aspire too. I trusted the BDMC, and the men in it, like I trusted no other men in the world.
Secondly, Colt was, without question, the best lover I’d ever taken. He was tender and gentle when I wanted him to be, and a beast when I wanted a good hard fucking. I smiled to myself as I rinsed out my hair. Some day he was going to give me such a hard an orgasm I was going to have an aneurysm, but if or when he did, I was going to die with a smile on my face. More than the fucking, though, was how he made me feel when he wasn’t fucking my brains out.
Lastly, and perhaps most importantly, I wanted him. I wanted his body, his cock, but most of all, I wanted to be with him. I didn’t care what we were doing, so long as we were doing it together. I didn’t think I felt this way because he, and the rest of the BDMC, had kept me safe, or because he fucked me to nirvana nearly every night, but I wasn’t sure. I knew I wasn’t in love with him, but there was something unique in my attraction to him. It wasn’t anything I’d ever experience before, and I wasn’t entirely sure what it meant. While I might not be willing to confess undying love for him, there was something special about him, something I couldn’t define or describe, but could feel.
I smiled as I soaped my body, imagining it was his hands gliding over me instead of my own. When he returned to me after zoning out for a moment, those times when I knew he was thinking of friends lost, the way he often looked at me gave me chills. I could describe it no other way than to say the look contained joy, spiced with hunger, and sprinkled with tenderness. In my imagination, it was how lovers looked at each other after a long absence. It was those looks that made me feel so special, and valuable, and wanted in a way I’d never had before.
As I rinsed the soap from my body, I brushed a finger across my womanhood, my touch causing me to shiver and gasp silently. There was something happening between us, I was certain of it. I reminded myself this growing connection between us might be based on our shared danger and might wither and die when that danger was past. While it may come to nothing, so long as it lasted, I was going to nurture these feelings and allow them to grow and mature. Hopefully, he felt the same way, but if he didn’t… I smiled to myself again. Without question I’d be disappointed… maybe even hurt, but if nothing came from our time together, I was still having best sex of my life and I’d enjoy the fucking, and how he made me feel, for as long as it lasted.