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CHAPTERSIXTEEN

Willow

I slip into bed, enjoying the cool sheets against my skin. The mattress has just the right amount of firmness but it’s plush too, and the comforter feels warm but weighs almost nothing. I’ve never slept in such a luxurious bed before. I blow out a breath. This day has my head spinning. I told myself when I decided to move here that Brett and I would only be friends. Only I react to that man. From the first time I saw him in the Focus nightclub he made my skin feel warm. I’d never met someone as handsome as him, but it wasn’t just his looks. There was something about the way he looked at me that caused an immediate spark. One I clearly couldn’t control the night we met. I’m still having problems controlling it because he affects me in ways I don’t like to admit. He’s a fuckboy. I should know better but when he says things like wanting to try a relationship and being there for me, and that we are family now, my heart wants to splatter on the floor and sayI’m yours, Brett, take me forever. That isn’t who I am though. I know better. The articles I read about him prove I am justified with my caution. He may be a dedicated father, but a man like him won’t be satisfied with only one woman, not to mention that he’s dated famous models and actresses. I don’t measure up. And now, after a baby, my body has completely changed. My hips are wider. My stomach isn’t flat, my behind is fuller. I can’t imagine what Brett sees in me when he has all these beautiful women at his disposal. I check my phone to see if I have messages from my friends, welcoming me back to the city. I quickly message each of them saying I’ll be in touch soon. I also text Mom and Jacob to let them know we arrived safely.

I turn off the bedside lamp and plump up my pillows but when I lay my head down, I feel overly exhausted. I still need to unpack all our suitcases but I will do that tomorrow or the next day. Right now, they lie open on the floor so I have access to my clothes. I think of the way Brett asked me if I brought the little toy he got me to the city. I obviously brought it. That thing delivers amazing orgasms but has nothing on the intensity he can deliver. I trudge over to the suitcase and find the vibrator inside one of my makeup bags. It has a cover on it and I take it out and stare at it. Since I will not give a relationship a chance, this is going to be my go-to for orgasms for a very long time.

I slip back into bed and turn on the bedside radio to a classical channel. I don’t turn the volume up too high because Maylee’s room is next to mine.

I slip the vibrator between my legs and close my eyes. My mind immediately goes to the night in the truck when Brett ate my pussy like a starved man. Brett has given me earth-shattering orgasms I never thought were possible. I think about how hot that night was and I grow wetter, building fast. I come hard, but it isn’t the same release as he gave me and it frustrates me. I head to the bathroom connected to my room and wash the vibrator with soap and water and tuck it away.

When my head hits the pillow, I’m out like a light.

Brett

After my shower, I head to the kitchen for some water. I also check the fridge and cabinets to see what kind of food Stacia stocked me with. All my usuals are there with prepped meals too.Score.

Before heading back to my room, I figure I’ll check on Willow. I come to lightly knock on her door when I hear a moan followed byOh, Brett.My eyes bug out of my head and my fist stops before I can knock and ruin the moment. Is she using her toy? Her voice travels again and I press my ear up against the door. I can’t help myself.Yes, just like that. No one makes me come like you do.Holy shit. I bite down on my knuckle because I want in on whatever is going on in there.Yes, OMG,she cries out.So good. More.She’s trying to kill me. I can’t take it anymore. I haven’t had sex in almost fifteen months and my right hand isn’t cutting it anymore.

I open the door to her room slowly. “Willow?” I whisper.

She doesn’t answer. She’s gripping the sheets with her eyes closed. She’s asleep and I’m being intrusive. I close the door but I can’t erase the image of her having a wet dream about me. I thought she friend zoned me but no, Willow wants me. She’s just scared and I am going to help her realize she has nothing to fear from me.

CHAPTERSEVENTEEN

Brett

I’m feeding Maylee her morning cereal, making silly airplane noises, when Willow walks into the kitchen. Her hair is askew, her shorts are riding up her glorious butt a bit, and her nipples look pert under her tank top. In short, this woman is gorgeous and sexy as hell, but it’s like she doesn’t know it.

“Morning,” I greet. “I thought you’d sleep in more.”

“I’m good,” she yawns, scratching at her midriff. “How do I make coffee?”

I tilt my chin to the coffee machine and her eyes widen.

“That looks complicated.”

“We’re almost finished here. I’ll show you how it’s done,” I say as I feed a spoonful of oatmeal cereal to Maylee. “Yum, yum, yum,” I say, making a silly voice. When I look at Willow, she is staring at me funny. “What?”

“Nothing.” She blinks. “You’re so good with her.”

“I’m her daddy, I love her,” I say in an infantile voice.

Willow breaks into laughter. “I really don’t know you.”

I want to disagree but I don’t. I actually want to say she knows I can give her off-the-charts orgasms, which is why she is dreaming of me. Speaking of which. . .

“How did you sleep last night?” I ask. I place the last spoon of oatmeal in Maylee’s mouth and she swallows it down like a pro. I place one of her teethers in her hand and she brings it to her mouth. I get up and walk over to the coffee machine.

“The bed is amazing. I slept so well,” she says.

“Good. I’m glad.” I try to hide the heat I’m feeling over her sex dream. “This machine grinds fresh beans,” I begin to explain and Willow moves in closer to me. Close enough that I take in the scent of her floral shampoo. “You press this button and grind the beans, and then you fill this thing up right here, and place it here, and press a button. You’ll have the best coffee in your life. It’s a little old-fashioned but it came from Italy and the coffee is superb. I always love coming home to my coffee.”

My statement makes me think of the little things I used to look forward to when coming home after being on a sprint of away games. Now I have Willow and Maylee waiting for me, and it feels too damn good. “I’ll make you your first cup.”

I get to work making the coffee and using the frother to heat the milk. Then I add a spoon of sugar which I learned she likes back in Sugar Meadow.

“There you go,” I pass her the mug and our fingers brush. I feel the electricity between us from the small touch. Willow looks into my eyes. I watch her breath hitch, but she pulls her gaze from me like she is scared I will light her on fire. I may have been an intrusive asshole last night, staying at her door, listening in, but it gave me insight I didn’t have before. Willow wants me too and that knowledge is good for both of us in the long run.

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