“Fuck me.” I groaned and headed right towards the bathroom. I needed a shower and some alone time to give my cock some release before heading out for the day.
As I slammed the bathroom door shut, Willow pounded on it screaming, “Come on, Maverick! I want to get to work!”
I just laughed as I started the shower and the bathroom started to steam up. Jumping in the shower, I leaned my head back against the tiled wall. As I reached for my soap, I noticed a pink bottle with little flowers all over it.Willow.That means she was naked in my shower this morning as I slept. Naked and wet. In my Goddamn shower. I reached for the bottle and squirted a little dollop of it on my hand. Breathing it in, it smelled just like her; earthy, yet so girly with that delicious smell of wildflowers, sandalwood, and vanilla.
I reached down and rubbed the soap all over my very hard cock as I ran my hand up and down it. I closed my eyes and growled, imagining it was Willow on her knees in front of me, those plump pink lips wrapped around my cock. I could imagine her sucking me off then bending over, my hands on her hips as I slammed into her perfect pussy.
“Oh fuck, Mav. Harder, baby.”
I would flip her around and wrap those legs around my waist, pushing her up against the wall. Tasting those rosy nipples and making her scream my name.
“Oh, Maverick!”
I threw my head back as streams of cum came shooting out and down the drain. I finished washing myself up and then wrapped a towel around my waist and opened the door.
Willow’s mouth dropped open as she stared at me. I winked as I made my way past her, “Like what you see, baby girl?”
Willow quickly recovered as she turned to shoot daggers at me. “Just get dressed so we can go please.”
I smirked as I dropped my towel and watched as her deep, amber-brown eyes grew wide. “No problem, babe.”
She turned and stomped away as I laughed and finished getting dressed. Walking out, I grabbed a cup of coffee and headed out the door. Willow sat on the Adirondack chair, bag in hand as she waited for me.
Willow stood up and looked at me, “Are you finally ready to go?”
“All set, babycakes. Let’s hit the road.” I headed towards my truck and then turned to look behind me.
Willow stood on the stairs with a scowl on her face. “Ew. Don’t ever call me babycakes again.”
“You got it, sweetcheeks. Now get your ass in the truck so we can finally get moving.” I laughed to myself as I started the truck and Willow and Orion hopped in.
“Please stop calling me gross names. You are on thin ice, Maverick.”
I just turned up the music and let the sounds of Brantley Gilbert fill the truck.
“Jesus. You and the shitty music. Can we put something else on?”
I handed over my phone and leaned my other arm out the window, “Be my guest, sugar lips.”
Willow reached over and punched me in the arm, “Fuck, Maverick! I will kill you in your sleep.”
I just laughed as she pulled up some music she liked, “Never gonna stop now since I know it gets under your skin.”
“Fine. But be prepared for war.” She sat back with a smirk on her face as some indie rock song came on.
“What the fuck is this shit, woman?”
Willow just laughed as she tapped her fingers on my dashboard and started to sing. Her voice was absolutely beautiful; sweet, yet husky and fucking sexy.
“It’s called ‘Small Town Dead’ by Bleeker Ridge. I love them!”
I just smiled as I watched Willow dance and sing in the passenger seat of my truck. It was quite a sight to see; an absolutely beautiful sight to see.
As we pulled up to the clubhouse gates, I could see all my brother’s standing on the other side, smirks on their faces. I knew I was going to get shit for driving my truck instead of the bike, but I certainly wasn’t going to put Willow on the back of my bike and get even more shit for that.
Striker was standing in front of them all, laughing his ass off as I parked next to the other motorcycles. “Sweet ride, princess!”
I threw my middle finger in the air and put my hand on the small of Willow’s back, guiding her into the clubhouse doors. “Fuck off, asshole.”