Page 38 of Forever Player

Willow’s brown hair is done in soft curls and she’s wearing black makeup on her blue green eyes, which makes them pop and look feline. I already know I like those nails of hers scratching into my back when she comes. I push the thought aside as I realize I haven’t moved an inch, and I’ve said only one sentence that was more of a mumble.

“I got Maylee,” Jacob says.

“Should we leave?” I ask.

We both grab our jackets and Jacob tosses me the keys for his truck.

“Thanks, bud,” I say.

I hold the door open and motion for Willow to go first. We head out to the truck parked in front of the house and I follow her around to the passenger door.

My eyes fixate on her cowboy boots.

“You like my boots, Brett?” She laughs.

“There is a whole lot I’m liking now, Willow.”

She blushes.

“You look hot,” I tell her.

“I didn’t have anything to wear. Nothing fits me anymore with all the weight I’ve gained,” she says.

“To me you look perfect. That dress fits your body like a glove, showing off all your assets.” I adjust my semi because staring at her in those boots isn’t helping my situation.

“You’re just being polite,” she replies.

“Willow, I’ll always be honest with you but right now I am not being polite. In fact, my cock is growing from the sight of you. You can check for proof if you want or take my word for it.”

She clears her throat and climbs in the cab. “I’ll take your word. You look good too, Brett.”

“How good?” I joke.

“Good,” she states flatly but I see the bob in her throat, which gives me some reassurance the heat I’m feeling for her is returned.

“So where am I going?” I ask.

Willow directs me to the bar.

“It’s loud and the whole town is there,” she warns. “There’s dancing and quite a bit of drinking.”

“If I have to carry you home over my shoulder, I will.” I laugh, although the thought doesn’t help because I’d like nothing more than to carry her over my shoulder and flip her onto a bed and have my way with her.

Easy there, bud.I say to my cock.

We pull up to the bar. The lot is full, and I hear the music from outside.

We head inside and a hostess leads us through the fray. There are people everywhere. Men and women come up to Willow and hug her or peck her cheek. She introduces me as Brett. Some joke that I’m the baby daddy, which I am, but I want to be more.

One guy says, “I heard he was in town. I’m a big fan,”

I shake his hand. “Nice to meet you.”

“So, are you single?” he asks Willow next. Our handshake is barely over. Have respect, man.

She replies, “Yes.”

I’m seeing red.

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