Page 15 of Locked Up by The Libra
Turning to the shelves to choose something to watch, my eyes fall on the framed photo of him. He looks handsome in his uniform, but it makes me wonder about his intentions. Part of me fears he was looking for me that first day, to warn me from protesting.
Now that protesting is a moot point, he has no reason not to come clean. Except hooking up with the girl woman you were supposed to run off might be against the rules. Can a cop date someone who they might have had to arrest?
“Butter popcorn or super butter popcorn, sweetheart?”
Choosing an old western I think we might both enjoy, I go join him in the kitchen. Popcorn kernels sizzle in a cast iron pan, an arm turning to keep the kernels from burning. He holds a stick of butter in each hand, shaking them indecisively.
“Is the difference anentire stickof butter? Meaning heart attack or no heart attack?”
“Butter is good for you, didn’t you know that? Makes everything better. Gave me this beautiful body.”
Laughing as he dumps one of the sticks in another pan to let it melt, he rubs at his flat stomach. Going to slide an arm around his neck, I rub his stomach too, tracing the muscled lines and the sexy V-shape at his hips. His hand comes round to my ass, gripping it tightly to pull me close.
“Eating something good, something bad-for-you-good, was never allowed in the Duchane household. Mother was what we call an almond mother. Throw the other stick in there, baby.”
“That’s my girl, that’s what I want to hear. This is perfect,” he grunts, smacking my ass so hard it stings. “How it isorif I thicken you up. I’ll want it no matter what.”
“Thicken me up? You trying to keep me up here, well fed and well fucked, for a while, stud?”
“Oh, yes. Speaking of well fucked,” he growls, picking me up to set me on the counter. “Unzip that sweater, I think I want to get that part right now, little girl.”
Sitting back, I do as I am told, slowly pulling the zipper down on the front of the deep green hoodie. I get to just below my breasts, letting him get a good view of the swell of them. Stepping back, he undoes his belt in that sexy one-handed way he does, tossing it aside. Reaching behind his back, he pulls off his gray shirt in one smooth move, tossing it too.
“God, you’re sexy as hell,” I whisper, my pussy pulsing in need.
“Spread your thighs,” he urges as his big hand shoves inside his jeans. “Show me that pretty pussy.”
Propped up on an arm on the counter, I spread my legs slowly. I am so wet, I am sure to leave a mess on the butcher block counter. Pulling his cock out, he pumps it in slow, hard strokes, dragging his tongue across his mouth. Jerking his head at the hoodie, he tells me to take it off. Just as I start to let it fall off my shoulders, popcorn starts pinging, some of it flying out of the pan.
“Oh hell,” he chortles as he rushes to the stove, pushing the melted butter off the burner as he closes the lid on the popcorn. Before he does, more of the hot kernels shoot out, popcorn exploding like hot confetti.
“Ouch! Watt!” I giggle as I zip up the sweatshirt, jumping down from the counter.
Reaching for me, he tucks me behind him as he gets things under control. We’re both laughing as I wrap my arms around his waist, fixing his jeans for him. I playfully tug as his hard shaft a few times before I tuck it back inside his boxers. His arm stays bent behind me, pinning me to his muscled back. Noticing scars on his shoulder, I kiss them each gently.
“These…were they from when you were in the Marines?”
Watt sighs, lifting me against his back as he nods. We stand still for a moment, my arms going tight around him in a hug. I can sense how it bothers him to talk about. But if he truly wants to keep me the way he claims, he has to let me in.
Watt has to share some of himself if he wants me to give all of myself.
“Yeah. I was in a little town, Haditha, just to end some insurgent attacks. We thought we had the upper hand, the element of surprise. We were wrong. They were waiting for us to come. Lost some friends that day. It was the first time I saw someone die. Wasn’t the last.”
“Oh, Watt, baby,” I coo, pushing around to his front so I can cradle him close.
To my surprise, he gathers me close, closing his arms around me. Watt clings to me as his body shakes. Lifting me, he backs away from the kitchen, reaching the couch before he collapses. I cradle his head against my chest, combing my fingers through his hair to soothe him.
Watt burrows his face in my neck, his sobs shaking us both. His tears are hot and wet against my skin. I start crying too, hating that he had to see the awful things he saw over there. I cannot imagine it.
“My poor baby,” I whisper, brushing my lips at his temple. “What can I do? How can I make it better?”
“You do. Willa, sweetheart, you are the first thing to make it better. The first person I have ever talked about it with. Just this,” he whispers against my throat. “Having you here, knowing you give a shit, it makes it better.”
“Well, I’m right here baby. I am not going anywhere. You can tell me anything. Nothing will change that.”
“Do you mean it? Do you think you could stay here, with me? Give us a real shot at something together?”
Sitting back, I cradle his face in my hands gently. Can I stay here in this adorable town, with this amazing man? Yeah, I think I can do that. I think I want to do that. But can I trust him when he still won’t tell me the truth about who he is?
