by S. N. Garza
“Oh, God.”
“Yeah, that’s it.”
“Stop. Please, babe. I need… oooh, please.”
Grunting, he pops his hips against me, each thrust harder than the last. “No. Come for me, Willow. I want to feel your pussy explode all over my cock. Soft, sweet and all mine, Willow. You know that, don’t you? I swear to fucking God you ever leave me, I won’t…,” he stops speaking, only to pound deeper inside me.
Seeming to come to his senses, he just takes control and grunts, pounds, grunts some more and it’s like my body becomes one big mass of sensation. But I want him to tell me. He’s had no problem telling me his every wish, every fantasy, no matter how dark or dirty. And while it’s still a new experience for me, I love it when he talks like that. It’s like adding fuel to a wildfire.
“Tell me, Gabriel. You won’t what? Don’t be a coward now… oh, God.” I feel his cock brushing against the one sweet spot of mine I’ve been learning is my g-spot and I feel my eyes cross and everything becomes blurry.
“Are you fucking serious right now? Coward?” He grunts, pulling my hips back and I swear, my body gives, and he just takes… takes… until…
“Gus, stop.” I muffle into my pillow, not wanting him to stop really, but needing him to finish it.
“No. You’re so close. Your cunt’s rippling all around my cock. You ready?”
I’m holding on to the edge of the bed, clinging to the last bit of control within me before everything bursts and a blinding whiteness fills my vision.
I’m calling out his name. Chanting. Pleading. Tears burn in my eyes as I try to hold on until he finishes. God, I need him to finish.
“Gus, please. You’re killing me.”
“Fuckin’A I am. I’m murdering this pussy. Take it, Willow. You can do it, baby. I’m getting close.”
His hands, firm and strong, caress up my back until one slips down my arm and his fingers press between mine and the other takes my hair and pulls, sending an electric wave of erotic pain screaming down my spine, shooting straight to my center.
“Fuck, this feels so good. Tell me who you belong to, Willow. Tell me… who do you love, baby?”
Crying, not able to calm down the tears spilling from my cheeks, I look back into his ocean eyes and manage to whisper, “You. I love you, Gabriel. I love you… so much, Gus. Please.”
“Want me to come deep inside you?”
His hand tightens when I don’t say anything. I don’t know if I can. Everything is swirling, massing, building; I can’t breathe. I can’t hold on much longer. I’m about to shatter. How can he make me forget about being mad at him? And I’m not anymore. Not when this feels so good, so right, so perfect.
He pulls my head back and he leans in close, and slows his strokes to a crawl, sending my body into convulsions. “I won’t stop until you tell me to come deep inside your pussy. I don’t think your body can take much more, baby.”
“No… it can’t. Please, Gus. I need you to finish.”
“Not until you tell me.” He pulls my hair again and my body backs into him, making him groan and I feel his head rest against my shoulder blades. “Fuck, you feel so good. Tell me you want my cum, Willow. Want me to fill you up with my cum until it’s leaking from your tight little cunt.”
“Yes. Please. Come in my pussy, Gus. I can’t take it anymore.”
He twists my head to the side and his presses his lips to my temple. “Hmmm… good girl.”
Then pressing my head back down into the pillow, he leans back and quickly, he jackknifes into me, and everything turns black as he grunts, slamming into me and heat… this heat surrounds me, fills me and I groan, loud and hard, into the pillow. I can feel his body shake behind me before he smacks my hips back into his and he stills, groans, and his fingers contract on my skin. Squeezing. Releasing. Squeezing. Releasing.
Then he’s falling next to me, his body half covering mine.
“I love you, Willow. You’re the only person I’ve ever said it to. You don’t want me to hurt you… please, don’t hurt me in return. I might be strong, but I won’t survive losing you.”
I look back and our eyes catch. There’s so much depth and need in his gaze I feel myself getting lost in the green depths. His words go straight to my soul. With his body half covering mine, I snuggle in deeper, press a kiss to his jaw and his lips slowly lift up in a smile.
“I told you to just kiss my lips, baby. I hate all that sweet shit.”
I bring my hand down and manage to poke him right in the chest. “No, you don’t. You love it.”
“I love it with you, fairy-girl.”
“Good. Now that you fucked me, I’m going to sleep.”
He laughs and it’s such a wonderful sound. He pulls me in and reaches down, lifting the cover up and over us.
“My cock is still inside you, Willow. Maybe—
“Maybe nothing. You try doing me again anytime soon, and the only thing getting murdered around here will be you.”
His chest bounces against me as his laughter fills the room. “Oh, shut the fuck up and go to sleep. If I want to fuck you, I will, whenever the hell I want. Uh-uh, don’t say a word, baby. I’m not going to recover so quickly. I’m done for. So just close your eyes and dream of me.”
I yawn, my jaw popping, and I move, pushing him to slip out of me, and I turn on my side facing him. I wrap my leg over his hip and snuggle up into his chest. “Fine, douchebag.”
I close my eyes, and finally let sleep take me once more and I swear I hear him whisper, “Damn right. And you’re going to be Mrs. Douchebag. One day.”
One day… sounds nice.
Fifteen
Alann
I knew it wouldn’t be long before Saint got here. Willow wouldn’t say anything about what happened outside of them doing it and then whatever happened to make him be a complete dick. Which I get it, a little. I’m not on his side, and even though we’ve never been friends, his life hasn’t been easy either. His father has his shortcomings. I know Gabe keeps his emotions in check. He’s not hard to read.
Since Willow’s been in his life, he’s unsure of a lot of things. Easy pussy isn’t what it’s cracked up to be. He’s scared fucking shitless of his feelings and it doesn’t take being gay to know. I know Lochlan sees it. It’s why his emotionless ass doesn’t say anything. He’s head over ass for Ragan. It’s pathetic the way these guys can’t get a handle of their emotions. None of the douchebags do.
Watching Gabriel carry a sleeping Willow up the stairs, seeing the way he looks at her, I know he’s head over ass for her. He’s just scared to say it. He needs her to be the first one to say it. He knows when she says it, it’s going to be real. She means what she says. She keeps her promises. I never thought she said anything. Her strong will of character has proven that.
My eyes turn to where her uncle Luke looks up after them and even after his warning of basically no fucking, I doubt Gabe heeds the warning. The way Willow was talking about it, he stopped just before they both finished, so no way is he going to do nothing.
Luke shakes his head and walks back into the open living room. He looks right at me, his blue gaze burning, and I feel it all the way down my spine and straight to my cock.
Whoa. What the hell? I don’t know where the sudden reaction came from, but his gaze is hot on mine. “He’s definitely not going to listen to what I just told him, is he?”
His gruff, gravelly voice is more weary than angry. I’m sure he knows she’s not a virgin anymore.
“Probably. He really doesn’t listen to anyone except Willow.”
His brows rise with censure and lifting his arm, he runs his fingers through his hair, the muscles in his arms bunching and tightening. When I first met him at Willow’s game, I immediately liked his sense of humor. And when someone can answer your sarcasm, with better sarcasm, it’s sexy as fuck. And Luke Mason has sarcasm in spades.
I can see the closeness between her and her uncle, and they’ve been a unit for so l
ong, I’m sure seeing her turn to someone else must be hard.
“Yeah, well, I’m not about to listen to them enjoy themselves. Want to go outside and have a beer?”
Anything is better than being in here and potentially listening to Willow and Gabriel making up. The coffee we had earlier, pretty much gave me a second wave of wakefulness I shouldn’t have taken.
Nodding, I stand up. “Sounds good.”
I follow behind him and watch as his ass bunches in his grey sweatpants. What the hell is wrong with me? This is her uncle for God’s sake, and I feel my cock coming to life. It’s not like he’s… Nah. Just fucking tension rushing through my veins. Doesn’t stop me from reaching down and adjusting the half-mast erection in my jeans. I remember thinking how good he looked in a flannel button-up, CK jeans that cupped a great ass when he first came to Grifton Falls and Willow introduced us. I got hard then, too. It’s not shocking, but surprising.
I figured it was because he looked really good and I was between guys.
He doesn’t bother turning on any lights and opens the fridge, grabs two Miller Lites and proceeds to the back door, pushing back the screen door, keeping it open for me. When our gazes lock, they hold for a moment longer than necessary, longer than was appropriate.
“Thank you.”
He tilts his head and closes the door behind us.
Grunting, he nods his head towards the set of rocking chairs on the screened in porch. It’s cold outside and thankfully, it helps cool the passion running through my veins.
I sit down, lean back, close my eyes, and let everything sink in. I’m sure the whole of Grifton Falls knows my business. Justin wasn’t exactly quiet when he found me. I know it spread quicker than roaches. I’m not ashamed, but I wasn’t broadcasting it either. My private life was just that. Private.
I feel a cool wetness against my wrist and snap my eyes open to see Luke had pressed the beer bottle against my wrist before setting it down on the table between us.
“Looks like you’ve got a lot on your mind. Outside of what’s going on up there.” He looks upward to where yeah; I start to hear something banging against the house.
“Lovely. Just what I want to hear. Them two going at it. I thought you said it’d be safe out here.”
“Hey, that’s my niece. I don’t ever want to hear that shit. I knew it was inevitable, especially since she made her sentiments known the last time we saw each other. I didn’t know her window would be propped open though. She must have opened it before she left for Grifton Falls.”
“Yeah, she was pretty upset y’all argued. Dick move, you know? She’s trying to find out who she is and you’re trying to kill that.”
“No. I’m trying to save her from herself.”
“She doesn’t need saving. She’s got Gabe Saint at her back.”
“That’s what bothers me. He’s too intense for her. And what’s this? I thought you hated the guy.”
“Nah, you’re just a father afraid of being second in her life. Afraid that he’s going to take your little girl away from you. And I dislike him. I don’t hate him. You don’t know me that well to assume what I do and do not like. But I also know something you don’t.”
His jaw grits tight at my words and his mouth barely opens when he says, “He has taken her from me. She doesn’t confide in me like she used to. How long has this been going on? And what do you think you know?”
I don’t bother saying anything. It’s not my business to advertise her secrets, especially since she knows mine and kept it that way. She didn’t even tell Gabe. So, she has my loyalty. And if he couldn’t tell with the way Gabriel stormed in here, ready to slay a dragon to get to her like Sleeping Beauty’s Prince Phillip, then he’s just as blind as Gabriel is. I’m sure he doesn’t know either that he’s fallen deep for Willow. Which is great for her. He’s always been quiet. More of an observer. Watches everything. I’m sure he’s beginning to learn everything doesn’t revolve around him.
“Long enough to know it’s none of our business. He’s apologizing the only way he knows how.”
“What? With his cock?”
I look over to him and he’s looking out towards the pasture. His square jaw tight with disappointment, it seems as if he’s ready to grind his teeth into dust.
“As if you’ve never used your dick to apologize? Wow, you’re a real southern gentleman, aren’t you? I bet the women fall right at your feet.”
Yeah, I said it. Maybe I said that to see if he really isn’t like me, but either way, I turn back and take a swig from the beer. Not my favorite, but it’s something to help clear my head. I’ve never been one to drink much, but right now, anything is better to not think about home. And it’ll take my mind off how good Luke Mason looks. How it would be nice to share some of the thoughts swirling inside my head. To actually talk to someone who understands and not feel as if I’m burdening them. Willow seemed to take it without a problem. She didn’t judge me or look at me differently except realizing why I wasn’t all over her. Why I never hit on her. She’s a pretty smart cookie. Because I’m not super-gay. I like being a man in every sense of the word except being with a woman.
I feel Luke’s eyes on me, daring me to look at him. I’m not intimidated, but I have a feeling my disappointment might be written all over my face. So, I press the bottle to my lips and chug the rest down. Disappointed he’s not like me and all this lust is for naught. All the jack-off sesh’s I’ve done will always be just that. Spank-bank images. Which makes me want to punch something.
I hear him clear his throat, and when I’m done with the bottle, I set it down and lean my head to the side, letting our gazes meet. I feel it low in the pit of my stomach. His blue gaze staring me down as if he’s trying to say something. He takes a drink, keeping his stare fixed on mine and then passes me his bottle with a raised brow, daring me again. Daring me to take his beer. Fuck, his dark, brooding stare has my already thickening shaft turn full-on and all I want to do is take it in my palm and ease it, even if it’s just a little.
I don’t know why he’s offering me his drink, but to press my lips on something he had his mouth on, is good enough for me. I reach over to grab the bottle and our fingers graze one another’s and there’s a spark in his gaze, exciting me. Daring me to ask. At least, that’s how it feels to me. What is he playing at? With a smirk, he lets go and continues looking me, this devil-may-care look in his eyes, which enthralls me. Entraps me. All the blood goes south, and I can barely concentrate. Here I am, a twenty-two-year-old guy and I’m not even able to control myself.
“Finish mine, Alann. You look like you need it more than I do. I can handle what’s going on upstairs, I just don’t like hearing it. And my reasons are my own.”
I snap back to reality and snort. “Reasons? Would those reasons have anything to do with the conversation you had with Marcus Saint the other day at Willow’s game?”
He snickers, his lips pursed and it’s kind of a turn-on. I really need to get my head out of the gutter. I’m sure if he could see my thoughts right now, he’d probably be disgusted. A lot of straight guys don’t know how to treat guys like me normal. At least, the guys on the team looked at me as if I had grown two heads. Which was pretty fucked up. Another reason I needed to get out of there. They looked at me as if I was scum. As if I might infect them. Yeah, I had to get the hell out of there.
“That was very high handed on his part. He likes opening his big fucking mouth on matters that don’t concern him.”
“Well, I’m sure Gabe got it out of him. And now that’s he’s coaching Willow, it’s not going to be very long before she figures—
“Coaching Willow? Who? Gabriel?”
“Noooo… Marcus is. Did Willow not mention it? Lovely.” I don’t want them to be more at odds with each other, but I guess Willow wasn’t ready to tell her uncle about a lot of things. I don’t want to put a rift between them since Willow hasn’t really told me a lot of what’s been going on the past few weeks. But I figu
red she would have talked to him about her coach going missing.
He grits his teeth, fire blazing behind his eyes. “Where the hell is her coach? If she gets hurt—
“She won’t. Gabriel won’t let it. I promise you. Gabriel and his father have never seen eye to eye on much of anything, but where Willow is concerned, I genuinely believe Gabriel loves her. He just—
“Is using his dick to show his feelings instead of words. How juvenile.”
Damn, he really is bitter about whatever the hell is going on between him and Marcus Saint. And that shit bleeds into whatever emotions he has about Gabriel being with Willow. I’ve never had beef with Gabriel until Willow came into the picture, honestly.
“That’s complete bullshit, Luke. You don’t know Gabriel as I do. And I don’t know him outside of what I’ve seen and heard. He cares for Willow. More than anything else. You’re just not ready for her to need a man that’s not you.”
He gives me a droll look. “I’m so glad he has you as his defender, Alann. But you don’t know what it’s like to raise a child. She became my entire world when my brother and his wife died. Marcus hated my brother—
“As you hated her mother?”
His eyes whip over to mine. “Excuse me?”
I can see him trying to think up an excuse, but that shit isn’t going to fly. I remember the way he talked about Willow’s mother as if she was some harlot. Stealing his brother away. Yeah, that shit ain’t gonna fly with me. “Yeah, you heard me. I heard the tone in your voice when you spoke about her to Marcus. There was clearly a huge load of disdain for her mother. I’m young, Luke. Not stupid. Anyone who heard you heard the deep hatred in your tone.”
“Which is none of your business.”
“I’ll make it my business if it bleeds into your feelings of my best friend.”
“You barely know Willow, Alann. And don’t think for one second you have any idea how I feel. She’s my blood. I would have never taken her in if I didn’t want to. No matter how I felt about certain people. I had a life before my brother died. I gave up everything I was becoming to become a father to her. I don’t regret a moment of it, since I never planned on having any of my own. She’s strong and has a good head on her shoulders; for the most part.”
