There’s another house on the opposite side of town that feels more like home than any others. It’s an old, creaky house with a big wraparound front porch. Off-white and in need of a good lick of paint.
The English teacher, Mrs. Warshawski’s old house.
Willow’s house.
That’s where I want to be, and that’s where my heart leads me as I finally let myself smile. Max was the last obstacle between me and Willow. He was the last thing that made me hesitate with her.
Reluctantly, he gave his blessing.
I’ll show him that it was the right thing to do. I’ll be the best man I can be for Willow. I’ll face my past and build a future with her.
For the first time, I’m thinking about Woodvale as my home. I’m thinking about my future as something to be shared with another person.
I’m thinking of Willow as the woman she was always meant to be: my partner. My girlfriend. Maybe one day, my wife.
But before I go to the creaky old house I already love, I take a turn toward city center. Finn will be at his office in town, and I’m finally ready to ask him for his father’s contact details.
I’ve spent all week sorting through files and adding them to the evidence documents I already have. I have mountains of paperwork, but now I need help. I need a lawyer who won’t balk at taking down the Black business. Someone who won’t be scared of handing back assets and investments to the richest people in Woodvale, and telling them that Alastair Black stole from them.
Finn is standing behind the desk, talking to another guy with a shaved head. They’re animated, laughing about something. My friend glances over at me when I open the shop door, and a smile splits his face.
“Sacha fucking Black,” he calls out, arms wide. “Nice of you to finally visit.”
“So this is it, huh?” I ask, looking around the small storefront at walls plastered with skydiving images.
“This is where the magic happens. You want to book a skydive? Me and Sweeney were just going to take the plane up. We could go right now.”
I nod to the other guy before shaking my head. “Uh, maybe some other day.”
Finn laughs. “Chicken. You scared?”
Ignoring him, I turn to his partner. “Sacha,” I say, introducing myself. “So, you guys run this skydive school together?”
“Sweeney flies the planes, and I jump out of them,” Finn says. “What can I do for you?”
I clear my throat. “I was actually hoping to talk to you in private.”
Finn’s eyebrows draw together slightly, and he nods toward the door marked ’Staff Only.’ Once we’re alone, I release a breath.
“I was hoping to get your father’s contact details.”
“You need a lawyer?”
“He specializes in tax law, right?”
“He does,” Finn replies, frowning. “Is everything okay?”
“My father left me the business. I want to tear it apart.”
Finn’s eyes widen, but just like Max, I know he has my back. Understanding flashes across his face. He knows that taking the business apart means potentially upsetting a lot of my father’s former clients. It means a lot of very rich, very angry people with me in their sights. It means putting myself on the chopping block.
What he doesn’t know is that it also means atonement. It means telling the truth and destroying my father’s legacy. It means telling Willow exactly why I left and making sure I can stay here by her side forever.
Instead of looking for his father’s number, Finn surprises me by wrapping his thick arms around me and squeezing me in a tight hug.
“I’m here for you, Sacha,” he says, “and I know my father will help you. Ever since he left town, he’s been keeping an eye on the Black business.”
“That’s exactly what I was hoping.”
Finn flashes another grin at me, and then taps on his phone. A second later, a text with a phone number and email flash on my screen. Nolan Gallagher, esq., is about to get the phone call he’s been waiting for for years.
22
Willow
When the front door opens, I’m on the phone finalizing a few details for a wedding this weekend. As soon as Sacha appears in my home office doorway, I make an excuse and hang up the call.
I can tell by the fire in his eyes and the smirk on his face that things went well this morning.
Swiveling in my desk chair, I tent my fingers in front of me. “So, it looks like you and my brother have come to a suitable arrangement regarding the exchange of property commonly known as Willow Wise?”
“He drove a hard bargain, but we were able to make a deal.”
“Good for you.” I arch an eyebrow. “What if I’ve changed my mind? What happens to your precious deal then?”
“You haven’t changed your mind.” Sacha takes a step forward. My heart thumps.
Of course I haven’t changed my mind, but the self-respecting part of me still hates that he felt the need to ask my brother for permission. Those hesitations evaporate as soon as Sacha reaches me, wrapping his arms around my waist and hauling me over his shoulder.
I yelp, giggling, my feet dangling over his front as he lays a hard smack on my ass.
“What’s that for?” I say, tapping his butt in return.
“I just wanted to see if the goods were as good as I thought.” Sacha starts walking out of the office, turning down the hallway toward the stairs.
He feels strong underneath me, his broad shoulders supporting me easily. As we start climbing, heat floods my veins. As soon as we cross into the bedroom, fire sparks between my thighs as lust floods through me. Sacha heaves me off his shoulder and drops me on the bed. I giggle, bouncing on the mattress as Sacha tears his shirt off over his head.
My giggle dies in my throat when I see his shirtless chest. Broad, strong, and muscular, Sacha looks like he was carved from marble. He kneels on the bed, crawling over me so his body hovers just inches above mine.
My fingers start a journey from his chest all the way down to his belt, feeling every ridge and bump of his muscular frame on the way down. Blood pumps through me as tingles flow down my arms, electrified by the feeling of his skin.
“Sacha…” I sigh, brushing my lips over his shoulder. My hand reaches his waistband, and I feel the bulge in his pants. A gasp stays lodged in my throat as heat erupts through my center. I can feel him pulsing against my hand. Knowing it’s me who makes him hard fills me with so much need that I can hardly contain it.
Sacha lays a kiss on my collarbone, sweeping his hand up underneath my shirt. He lifts me up, pulling the garment off in one motion. When his chest touches mine, the feeling of his skin against my own makes my head spin. I arch my back, wrapping my arms around him to feel his warmth, his hardness, his everything.
I thought the first time we had sex, it would be wild and frantic. I thought there would be torn clothing and broken bed frames.
I wasn’t expecting tenderness.
Sacha cups my cheek, kissing me with his full, soft lips. He tastes me, groaning as he swipes his tongue against mine. I pull him closer, rolling my hips toward him. The bulge in his pants is teasing me, testing my patience. I let my knees fall open as my need for him grows.
It feels like a big ball of flames resting in the pit of my stomach. It pulses with every heartbeat, growing more insistent with every passing second. When Sacha drops his hand between my legs, he groans at the heat between them.
There are too many layers of clothing between us. Too much fabric. Too many barriers between me and what I want.
Him.
All of him.
I reach down to unfasten his pants, pushing them off his hips in a hurried motion. My lips kiss any bit of skin they touch. His jaw. His shoulder. His chest.
When Sacha kicks off his pants, I reach for my own fly. I unzip it and tear the rest of my clothes off, my heart in my throat at the thought of being naked with the man of my dreams.
He positions himself on top of me again,
spreading my legs wide and leaning his elbows on the pillows near my ears.
“You’re gorgeous,” he says in a low growl. “You have no idea.”
My fingers sweep down his sides and reach down toward his ass, desperately wanting him to rock those hips and push himself inside me. His cock throbs against my stomach, already leaking. He wants this as badly as I do, but somehow, he’s still taking it slow.
“Stop torturing me,” I breathe, nipping at his bottom lip.
“I like seeing you squirm.” He chuckles, returning the kiss. Grinding his hips, he gives me a hint of what’s to come.
Patience has never been my strong suit. And right now? Well, it doesn’t even exist in my vocabulary. I whimper, reaching between us to wrap my hand around his cock.
This time, he doesn’t push my hand away. I feel his hard, velvety shaft between my fingers and a breath slips through my open lips. It’s warm, hard, and exactly what I’ve been waiting for.
Before he can protest, I push Sasha onto his back. I kneel beside him, taking his cock in my mouth without hesitation.
He’s done this for me so many times over the last week, always refusing to let me touch him. He’s made me come, time and again, without asking for anything in return.
I want him to feel good now. I want to be the one who makes an orgasm rock through his body. I want my name to be on his tongue.
So, I wrap my lips around his crown and take his cock into my mouth. He lets out a low groan, laying his head back on the pillow as I move up and down his thick shaft.
When I moan, Sacha makes a growling noise. He shifts his weight, reaching between my legs to touch me as I give him the pleasure he’s refused all week. As soon as his fingers touch the honey between my legs, his cock throbs between my lips.
He likes me wet.
The thought that my wetness turns him on is so erotic, so dirty, and so beautiful that I can’t help but to take more of him into my mouth. He grunts again, twisting his fingers into my hair as his other hand works between my legs.
Anyone else, I wouldn’t trust like this. Anyone else, I wouldn’t love giving pleasure the way I love doing this.
But not Sacha.
His fingers slip inside me as his thumb twirls my clit, and I moan. His grip on my hair tightens. I look up to see him watching me, lust swirling in his hooded eyes.
With a moan, he understands what I want from him. Rocking his hips and holding my head by the hair, he starts thrusting his shaft deeper into my mouth. I close my eyes as they water, focusing on the pleasure mounting between my legs and the throbbing I can feel between my lips.
Sacha moans again. “Willow,” he growls, fisting his hand in my hair. Needles of pain pass through my skull, transforming into pleasure in an instant.
I never thought I’d love giving up control like this. I never thought I’d enjoy being a doll in his hands, being fucked by his cock and fingers at the same time, knowing he was nearing the edge.
I never thought I’d enjoy feeling him come on my tongue, but I do. As soon as I feel his shaft harden, throbbing, I know he’s there. Thick ropes of white seed shoot down my throat as he grunts, and another wave of pleasure washes through me.
I did that. I made him feel like this. I’m the reason he’s trembling and grunting and moaning as he fills my mouth with his orgasm.
It’s at that moment that my own pleasure starts to build. Right when I taste his lust on my tongue, when his fingers are deep inside me and my clit is throbbing against his palm, I know I belong to him.
With his shaft still filling up my mouth, an orgasm smashes into me. I moan, arching my back as I see stars. Heat roars through my body. There’s no beginning and no end to it, it just erupts through me like a volcano.
Tasting him, feeling him, seeing him, and knowing he feels the way I do only intensifies the pleasure that rips through my body like wildfire. My nipples pucker, my hands twist into the bedsheets, and my body contracts around his fingers.
I moan, letting his cock slip from my mouth as my orgasm crests. Panting, on trembling legs, I collapse beside him in a heap of arms and legs. My heart races and my vision spins.
I gulp down air as I try to regain control over my whole body. Sacha trails his fingers over my hip and I shiver at his touch, every single inch of my body feeling impossibly sensitive.
As my heartbeat slows and thought returns to my mind, I let out a long breath. I turn to look at the man I’ve loved for years, shaking my head. “I never thought I’d enjoy that as much as I did.”
He chuckles, laying a soft kiss on my forehead. “Now you know how I’ve felt all week.”
It only takes a few minutes for us to catch our breaths, and then Sacha is flipping me over onto my back. I laugh, wrapping my arms around him.
It feels easy with him. It feels right. It’s exactly what I’ve been waiting for my whole life.
There’s no awkwardness or hesitation with him. There’s no wondering what he’ll think of me, or anxieties about being intimate together.
We’ve been close our whole lives. Even when we were apart, it was like a thin strand of hope that always connected us, through the miles and years that have separated us.
Now that he’s here, I feel whole again.
He reaches for his pants on the floor and pulls out a condom, rolling it down onto his already hard cock. I watch, holding my breath, as his eyes sweep back up to meet mine.
There’s fire in his gaze. Heat in his touch. Magic in his kiss.
Sacha Black is the man who broke my heart, and he’ll be the man to put it back together again. Our past is thick and complicated, but right now, it doesn’t matter.
Everything between us is easy.
When he positions himself, I spread my legs wider for him. His eyes darken as need flashes in them. His cock pulses at my opening as my breath catches, waiting for the moment I’ve been dreaming of all this time.
And then he drives himself inside me, and I’m complete. Full. Sated.
I gasp, a scream dying before it crosses my lips. My body turns liquid, melting under his touch as he spears me again without warning. It’s not painful. It’s pure pleasure, delivered to me one long thrust at a time.
Sacha takes my lips between his, kissing me fiercely as he fills me up completely. Our lips tremble against each other as my nails leave long scratch marks down his back.
Remember when I said that it wasn’t as wild and frantic as I expected?
Well, I was wrong.
It’s more than I could have imagined. He drives himself inside me almost viciously, making lust and pleasure explode inside me. I say his name over, and over, and over, tasting the way it rolls off my tongue. Even his name makes the pleasure inside me mount.
It’s Sacha I’ve been waiting for. It’s Sacha who will make me believe in forever. It’s Sacha who has always had my heart, even when I thought he was the one who let it die.
He’s the one who can make me complete.
“Willow,” he says, his voice gravelly and deep. I gasp as he thrusts inside me once more.
“Yeah?” I pant.
“You feel better than I could have imagined.”
I can feel him pulsing inside me and a smile drifts over my lips. “You feel exactly how I imagined,” I answer, brushing my lips against his.
I reach back to tangle my fingers into his hair, arching my back and rolling my hips into him. I need more. I need it all.
He hears my unsaid words, driving his cock deeper inside me. We’re connected in a way I never thought was possible. My body speaks a language only he can understand.
This time, my orgasm builds slowly. It starts deep in my center, a kernel of heat that grows, and grows, and grows. Every time he drags himself out of me, it ebbs ever so slightly, only to swell when he fills me up once more.
I try to speak, to tell him how much I love the way he feels. How much I love the way he kisses.
How much I love him, wholly and completely.
But
what are words? They’re stolen from my lips before I can say anything. The only thing that matters right now is the pleasure growing in my body. The puckering of my nipples. The wetness between my legs. The fire in my veins.
When my orgasm finally does hit, it knocks the breath right out of my lungs. I grip Sacha’s shoulders, leaving bright red handprints on his skin.
His lips curl into a sinful smile, and he urges me on. “Come on my cock, Willow,” he whispers, drinking up my pleasure like it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever experienced.
I can’t speak. I just moan, my body contracting, convulsing.
“You’re mine, Willow Wise,” Sacha says in my ear. His breath is hot as it washes over my skin, and I feel the meaning of his words deep in my soul. “Always have been, always will be. Mine.”
I wrap my arms around him as my orgasm finally crests, a crescendo of pleasure and a cacophony of lust finally crashing into me, sweeping me away with it as I listen to the words I’ve always wanted to hear.
I’m his.
Always have been.
Always will be.
23
Sacha
Waking up next to Willow Wise is one of the best feelings I’ve ever experienced. My heart feels completely at ease, and I can’t keep the smile off my face.
Something that’s not the best feeling I’ve ever experienced? Hearing a knock on the door first thing in the morning and opening it up to see Benji the fucking mechanic’s face staring back at me.
He’s holding car keys in one hand, and a cardboard tray with two coffees in the other.
“Oh,” he says, dropping his eyes to my bare chest. His jaw tenses and his eyebrows jump up toward his hairline. “You.”
“Yeah. Me,” I say, not moving from the doorway.
We stare at each other, and I try not to smirk.
Yes, I want to say. She chose me, dickhead. Not you and your stupid blond man bun. Me. It’s always been me.
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