“I had no idea,” Willow said. “I would have forced you to talk sooner.”
“Is that right? There’s something you should know about me though, Willow.”
I lifted my head so my eyes met her, as I positioned myself at her entrance.
“What’s that?” Willow gasped.
“You can’t force me to do anything. I take what I want.” I thrust inside her in one long stroke, and Willow’s eyes fluttered closed for a second, a soft keening sound leaving her lips. “And I’ve wanted you. Just like this. For weeks now.”
“Well, jeez, why didn’t you just say so?” Willow gasped against my lips and then we were both lost as she rolled her hips sharply to meet my thrusts, her hot wetness enveloping me so completely that when she clenched around me, I let go, falling over the brink into a pleasure so deep that spots danced behind my eyes. Helpless not to, I plunged into her again, needing to feel her clench around me as much as I needed my next breath. Over and over, I drove into her soft, wet heat, and my body tensed, pleasure careening through me. Unable to stop, I thrust a few more times, as Willow shattered around me, and then I dropped to the mattress, still buried inside of her.
Turning my head, I found her looking at me, her cheeks flushed, her eyes happy, a smile loose around her lips. This. This was how I wanted her to look. Not that pinched expression of sadness and resignation. Now she looked satiated, happy, and relaxed. I vowed to keep that expression on her face.
“I promise I can last longer when I’m not pent-up from weeks of wanting you.”
At that, her eyes lit. She lifted her wrist, pretending to check an imaginary watch.
“I was going to say…”
I tackled her, pressing kisses against her throat, while she howled with laughter.
And then I wondered what I had to do to keep this—keep her—like this forever.Mine.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Willow
Neither of us had brought up my brother yet.
I wasn’t quite sure what to say. Maybe Ramsay didn’t know either. There was a part of me that felt like I was doing something wrong, like I was sneaking around behind Miles’s back, but at the same time, we were both consenting adults.
It had been seven days since Ramsay had carried me upstairs and had his way with me, and yes, that is exactly how I liked to think of it.Had his way with me.
Because, I’m telling you, I never thought I was one for the whole Alpha male, order-me-around, take-charge type, but holy hell—in the bedroom?Yes, please, and thank you.I will take it any and all days of the week apparently. My cheeks flushed as I thought about how just that morninghe’d ordered me to my knees, and I’d taken him in my mouth, touching myself while I’d pleasured him.
And all this was before my morning coffee.
I’d moved a few things over from the castle, nothing much, but just enough that could get me by, because I’d been spending most nights at Ramsay’s place. Calvin didn’t seem to mind, as a secondary cat jungle gym made by Ramsay’s father had appeared, and I couldn’t believe what an easy rhythm Ramsay and I had fallen into.
This morning I sat at the sewing machine, ready to put the finishing touches on my outfit for the upcoming cèilidh when my phone buzzed with an incoming text message. Picking it up, I dangled a knotted ribbon in front of Calvin absentmindedly while I scrolled.
Mom got a favor called in and got her tests done. Stage one. Good news though. There are virtually no signs at this stage, so the outlook is great. All because of your vision. Dinner’s on me. Bring Ramsay. I hear you two are shacking up.
I blinked back the rush of tears that threatened.
My gift had done some good.
I could make a difference here.
Calvin sunk a claw into my calf, and I yelped, looking down at him, and he blinked at me, a vision of my scissors flashing into my head.
“Ope, you think this was a challenge?” I squinted down at him. “You know, you don’t have to be so rude about getting my attention.”
Calvin butted his head against my leg, purring, and I pursed my lips.
“Yeah, like that. A much better route than the claws.”
Digging in my sewing kit, I pulled out my scissors and turned the handle over in my hand.