by Bec Botefuhr
“Willow, baby, Willow…” he mumbles and turns his head to the side. He’s dreaming.
I slide my mouth over the end of him once more and suck very gently and slowly. Jagger mumbles something I can’t understand and his back arches off the bed, taking me with him. I suck a little harder, gently working my mouth over the now swollen head of his penis. He groans raggedly and mumbles more words that I can’t understand. I suck and stroke until I feel him swell and then spurt hot and hard down my throat.
“Wha…”
Jagger shoots up causing me to slip and tumble to the side. His cock spurts come across the sheets and his eyes widen. I roll, staring up at him with a small grin on my face. He blinks a few times and looks down at his cock, which is still dribbling come all over my sheets. Nice.
“Did…you just suck me off in my sleep?” he whispers.
I smile. “I wanted to see if it worked…”
“I thought I was dreaming, until…”
“You came?”
He narrows his eyes at me and then grins, he leans forward and strokes his thumb over my bottom lip. Then he slides it into my mouth and I can taste his release.
“You missed some, hoover.”
I grin and get up onto my knees, leaning in to kiss him. He puts his hand on my shoulders and shakes his head. “Oh no, we’ve been here before and it wasn’t pleasant.”
“Aw,” I pout prettily.
“Don’t pout at me, I’m not tasting myself Willow baby, not again.”
I hear stirring in the crib by the window and I look over to see Cody beginning to wake. I slide out of bed and pull on a pair of shorts and a singlet. Jagger does the same and then he pulls the sheets off the bed. I grin at him and then peer over the side of the crib at Cody, who is now staring up at me sleepily.
“Hey little man, you slept well.”
He breaks out into a sweet smile and I reach down and scoop him into my arms, rustling his dark hair. Jagger walks over and sweeps down to kiss his son. Cody takes hold of Jagger’s necklace before he can pull away. I listen with happiness as Jagger chuckles and then unclips the thick silver necklace and hands it to his son. Cody squeals happily and proceeds to pop the necklace into his mouth.
“Uh oh, daddy’s not aware of choking hazards,” I tease.
Jagger’s face drops, and he quickly snatches the necklace out of Cody’s hands. Cody’s lip trembles and he begins to cry. Jagger looks helplessly at me.
“It’s ok, he can have it so long as you don’t look away from him.” I say.
Jagger hands the necklace back, looking completely flustered. I hand Cody to him and then cup his cheek. “It’ll get easier when you’re around all the time.”
Jagger nods rather stiffly and then bounces Cody about as he walks out of the room, leaving me alone. I stare at the door. Did I miss something? With a sigh, I take the sheets to the laundry and then I walk out into the main living area. Only Ace and Jenny are up this early, and both smile when I walk in. Jagger is standing out the front and Cody is in his swing on the floor. Jagger is on the phone and obviously doesn’t want whoever it is to hear his son or anyone else.
I prepare a bottle for Cody and sit at the table while he has it. Jenny smiles and shifts over when I sit. “How did you two sleep?”
I smile weakly, “Well.”
“Cody?”
“Really good, not a peep.”
Ace is watching Jagger on the phone, so I turn and watch too. He’s having a serious conversation, his eyes are narrowed and his jaw is tight. I stand and walk over, listening through the screen.
“Fuck Mick, I get it alright? I’m comin’ back today.”
Today? He said he had two days? My heart drops.
“Yeah, fuck ya, I got it.”
He slams the phone closed and turns to face me. I bite my lip to stop it trembling. Jagger’s eyes fall to my lips, and then lift back up to meet mine. I can see that he’s sorry, but it doesn’t take the pain away. He steps through the screen and announces, “I gotta go back this morning.”
I close my eyes and drop my head.
“What?” Ace snaps. “You said two days bro.”
“Change of plans, Mick is sus. If he gets sus, this goes to shit. I gotta go back.”
“We need to get Angel up so we can discuss this. Jenny,” Ace says, “go and wake them for me, babe.”
Jenny nods and stands quickly, rushing off down the hall. I walk numbly back to the table and sit down. Jagger sits beside me, taking my chin in his hand and tilting my head up.
“It won’t be for long, we’re gonna fix this baby.”
“I thought I had two days,” I whisper.
“I know,” he says, deadpan, “I know.”
“So where’s your next fight? Where can we meet up with you next?”
Jagger’s eyes fall on mine and don’t move. “LA.”
I cringe. “We have to go back to LA?”
“I have six fights there next month. It’s the only option.”
“It works,” Ace says. “We can keep a much closer eye on you there, we have resources.”
Jagger nods. “Yeah, and Maggie and Aunt Mary are there, they can help with Cody.”
“Over my dead fucking body,” I snarl.
Jagger’s eyes pop wide open. “Willow…”
“Maggie I trust, Aunt Satan I don’t.”
“What did you call her?”
“I’m sorry Jagger, but after my experience with that woman, I WILL not leave my son with her. End of discussion.”
Jagger nods and then sighs. “Ok Willow, but Maggie is there and she can help. You’ll need the help if we are going to pull this off. If it wasn’t for the fact that I know how stubborn you are, I would pull you out and not let you do this but I know you’re going to whether I like it or not.”
“I know my limits Jagger, if it gets too dangerous I’m out. I won’t leave my son without a mother.”
Angel, Ava and Jenny appear then. Angel and Ava look half asleep and kind of pissed off. Jagger eyes them and then begins speaking.
“I gotta go back today. I want you all back in LA so I can keep in contact. You need to get in contact with Huck and get as much information on that island as you can. He has it, don’t let him tell you otherwise. We need explosives, a whole fucking lot of them, he has access to that kind of thing too. We also need man power. Gather anyone you know who is willing to help. Angel and Ace, you get me explosives that I can carry over and begin subtly planting or preparing. We go back once a fortnight to check on things over there.”
“What about the girls?” I ask.
Jagger looks over at me. “I have a plan for that. We’ll do the attack on a Thursday. The reason for this is that the girls have one day a week that they get an hour off. They all go to the far side of the island and talk amongst themselves. It’s right near the shore line. If I can get them all on a boat, then they’ll get off. The only problem will be taking out the five guards they have escorting them. We need to be subtle about it because as soon as those girls are off that island, the button will be pressed and the whole thing will explode.”
God, this isn’t such a great plan. So much could go wrong.
“Jagger, this is dangerous,” I whisper. “Is there any other way?”
He shakes his head, “No, not to get rid of everyone in one hit.”
“Sharleen?” Angel asks.
Jagger looks at his friend. “Sharleen goes off alive.”
“Sharleen could be a problem,” I say carefully, “she loves Mick.”
Jagger moves his gaze to me. “She thinks she loves Mick. With some help, she’ll come good, I don’t like the woman but I won’t kill her.”
“We’re not going to help her, are we?” I whisper.
Jagger doesn’t break our stare, instead his eyes become more intense. “I can’t let her die.”
“She was willing to let me die!” I scream. “She was willing to let your father fuck me. She was willing to let you die…”
Jagg
er’s eyes widen. “What did you say?”
“I said she was willing to let me die…”
“No, the next part,”
Jagger’s voice is like ice and I freeze up. Uh oh. I didn’t realize that Jagger didn’t know about what Mick had planned for me, or what he did.
“Willow!”
“I said she was willing to let your father fuck me.”
Jagger stands, his chair skitters back so fast it smashes into a nearby coffee table. He grips my face so hard I wince. His eyes are wide and he’s panting. I’ve never seen him so mad.
“Did you fuck my father, Willow?”
“What? No!” I cry.
“What did he do?”
“I don’t…”
“What did he do?” Jagger roars, spinning and sending a vase flying across the room.
Cody begins crying and Jenny quickly takes him from me and disappears down the hall.
“Stop it Jagger, what’s wrong with you?”
Jagger’s eyes are wild. “Tell me now,” he grates out.
“He wanted me to sleep with him. He threatened me and said that if I didn’t he would let the other men have me. He made me watch…he made me watch Sharleen suck him and then…made me watch the other men have sex with this woman like she was some sort of dog.”
Everyone is staring at me, quietly shocked. I know I haven’t told anyone about what Mick did on that island, and I realize how bad it must sound now.
“What else?” Jagger barks, he’s gripping the chair so hard his knuckles are white. I don’t understand why he’s so mad. He’s scaring me.
“He…” I swallow, “he took me to his room and he wanted to sleep with me. I lied and said I had my period. He made me prove it so I used my fingernail to slice my flesh so it looked like I was bleeding. He let me off for the night but he made me…get in bed with him and…”
“AND WHAT?”
I look down and tears stream down my cheeks. “He made me kiss him…and…”
Something smashes again and I look up to see Jagger’s phone launch across the room and smash into the wall.
“Did you want to fucking kiss him?” Jagger roars.
I stand and I slap him so hard his head swings to the side. “How DARE you. I wanted nothing I got on that island, NOTHING!”
“Then why didn’t you fight him?” he whispers, his voice hoarse.
“Because I was afraid he would let all those men have sex with me. It was a choice, your dad or those men. I would rather kiss Mick a thousand times over then to let multiple men have sex with me. If you want to believe that I wanted it, then it just goes to show how well you really know me.”
“Jagger, man, let it go.” Ace says gently, gripping Jagger’s arm.
“What else?” Jagger grinds out, tugging his arm from Ace’s grip.
I put my head down and rattle off everything else that happened. From Sharleen’s confessions to sleeping in that horrid cell. When I’m done, Jagger looks up at me and his eyes meet mine for long moments. I don’t know how he’s going to react. He swings his eyes towards Ace and grinds out, “Sharleen goes free, but then she answers to me. Make sure of it.”
“Yes boss.”
Jagger turns back to me. “Stay away from Mick, no matter what happens.”
I nod. “Yes…I swear.”
Jagger nods, and then walks out the front door, slamming it. I sigh and close my eyes. I feel terrible. Not because of Mick, but because of how it must feel to know a woman he once loved turned out to be a liar and a cheat. Not to mention she never really cared for him the way she said. It has to hurt like hell, and I’m really sorry for that.
“What just went on?” Ace asks.
I stare over at him, confused. “He got mad at me…”
“It was more than that, he went crazy. Willow, is Jagger doing drugs?”
I peer out the window to where he’s walked away and whisper, “I don’t know.”
Then I stand and walk into the room where Jenny is watching Cody. I sit on the bed and she sits beside me and smiles weakly over at me. “Are you ok?”
“I don’t want him to go back Jen, I’m afraid I won’t ever see him again.”
Jenny nods, understanding. “Honey, you know Ace and Angel will do everything they can.”
“I know, but god, if I lose him again…”
She takes my hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze. “Honey, it’s going to be ok. You have to believe that.”
I nod, swallowing back my tears. “I hope so.”
“We’re all here, no matter what.”
I turn to face her. “Are you coming back to LA?”
She nods. “Of course, I’d never leave you alone Willow.”
“Mom will be happy?”
She laughs softly. “Oh yeah, she’ll be happy alright.”
I smile. “I guess I should go find my bad boy, considering he’s leaving in a few.”
Jenny takes Cody. “Go, I’ll look after Code’s.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, he can see him before he goes. You need this time.”
“Jen?”
“Hmmmm?”
“Do you think I’m a bad mother?”
Her eyes widen and she gasps. “No, Willow, no way.”
“I feel like I’m always leaving him, always running around after Jagger and the boys. Then before that it was my own wallowing and…”
“Honey, you’ve done the best you can with what you’ve got. You can’t be expected to be perfect. You’ve been through a lot and Cody is a happy baby. He wouldn’t be if he wasn’t content.”
I pull Jenny in for a hug and whisper, “Thank you, Jen.”
“Always, now go get that hunk of meat and make him kiss you…a lot…before he goes.”
I giggle and kiss Cody. “Be back soon little man.”
I pull on a light coat and walk out. I end up half way down the beach when I find Jagger sitting on some rocks, just staring out at the ocean. I climb over the slippery mounds until I am perched beside him. I stare out at the ocean for long moments too, just enjoying the crystal blue water crashing against the shoreline. Jagger reaches across and takes my hand.
“I’m sorry Willow baby…what I did back there…”
“Are you taking drugs, Jagger?”
He stiffens and his hand clenches around mine. “Not really but…”
“But?”
“Mick had me take steroids to bulk up.”
I close my eyes. “Jagger, you scared me in there and…”
“And what?” he whispers.
“I can’t have my son around that, you have to stop.”
He turns to me, his eyes are pained and oh god it’s killing me.
“I’m sorry baby, I’ll stop, I swear to god.”
“I hope you do, because I can’t let my son see that again.”
He nods stiffly and I feel awful for him, I squeeze his hand. “I know this is hard, for you and me both, but we have to hang in there,” I whisper.
He turns to me. “Baby girl, you’re my life. You’re my sunshine. Without you I drowned and the thought of going back…”
I grip his jaw and turn him to face me, his blue eyes scan my face. “Don’t you think like that. We’re going to be ok, I promise you.”
“Don’t make promises you might not be able to keep.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Jagger, you can’t think like that.”
“If anything happens to me, promise you’ll…”
“Stop,” I say, putting my hand up. “Don’t do that. We’re going to be fine.”
I’m not sure who I’m trying to convince. Me or him. He grips my chin and pulls my lips up to his. When they mesh together, I groan and take hold of his neck, pulling him forward. He moans and snakes his tongue out, tangling it with mine until our lips are moving in that perfect, sexual dance. He pulls back panting and runs a thumb over my swollen lips.
“Those lips are mine baby, promise me you’ll never let anyone touch t
hem.”
“I promise.”
“Good,” he says standing. “Coz’ I’d fuck them up.”
I smile. There’s my man.
CHAPTER 10
WILLOW
I’m under the shower while Jagger makes more calls. My chest clenches knowing he has to leave and knowing I can’t change that. I hate that. I really do. I wash my body, wincing a little at the pain between my legs. Ok, we’ve had sex four times now and once…or twice…was in salt water. I’m fairly sure I’m a little burned down below. Magic. I finish washing myself and get out of the shower just as Jagger walks in. His eyes trail down over my body and he snakes his tongue out over his bottom lip. Oh my my my.
He steps forward and grips my hips, then leans down to lick a droplet of water off my neck. I whimper and press myself to him. His clothes soak up the water on my body in seconds. I grind against him. I’m sore yes, but I’m also desperate. I don’t know when I’ll see him again. I don’t know when I’ll feel him moving inside me again. Part of me fears it will be never, but I shove that back down right away.
“Baby, again?”
“Once more Jagger, please.”
We’ve already done it again this morning when we got back from the beach. I know he has it in him to go again though. Jagger grips my hips and lifts me, depositing me on the bench beside the sink. He drops to his knees and spreads my legs wide. I feel a flush creep up my cheeks. He leans in and rubs a thumb over my heated flesh.
“You’re red.”
“Please,” I whimper. “I don’t care.”
“Baby…”
“Jagger please?”
He leans in and touches the tip of his tongue to my clit, I groan and arch my hips up off the bench, using my hands to steady myself. He grips my hips and drives his tongue in deeper, sliding his tongue up and down my painful but wet flesh. I groan, a mixture of pain and pleasure shoot through me. I want the pleasure too much to care about the pain. When I tip over the edge with a scream, Jagger is up and yanking down his jeans before my eyes open.
I’m still shuddering when he plunges inside me and instantly I come again. I cry out as a sharp sting of pain shoots through me and almost enhances my orgasm. When I stop shuddering though, the pain becomes quite intense. I’m raw, sore and it feels as though sand paper is rubbing me the wrong way. I cry out and bury my head into Jagger’s shoulder, not wanting to ruin this for him. Knowing he needs it as much as I do.
