Page 6 of Locked Up by The Libra
“Hmm, I had an idea, sugar. Not as if I haven’t spent every single moment since last night imagining a dozen things I wanted to do to you. Did you think about what I could do to you, sweet Willa?”
“Yes,” I moan the word as his hands grip my hips, letting me undulate on his leg. “I am not this kind of girl, Watt. I mean people think I am, I was a bit of a wild child. I never…last night, I have never…”
“Shh, sweetheart, I know. You needed it as badly as I did.”
“Watt,” I whimper his name, peering up at him hungrily. “If you had not come to my door…it never would have happened. I mean I never would have let someone else touch me.”
Watt’s eyes glimmer in the twinkling lights strung around the bar before he nods. His hands move me, letting me rub against his thigh as I chase the pleasure that vibrates my entire body. I can’t do that here. He wants me to, I see it in his eyes as they watch me.
“No. No, I don’t want to come,” I plead, pushing at his chest.
“Don’t you though, little girl? Don’t want daddy to see how pretty it is when you come for him?”
No, no, Ido notwant this. Not again. But, God, yes I do. I have never come the way I did under his touch, his demands, his praise that made me so hot I combusted. Hearing him say daddy again, call me his little girl, I feel the rush of wetness soak the thigh of his jeans.
“Watt, please, no,” I beg, horrified at how badly I want it. How badly I wanthim.
“Willa, sweetheart, calm down. Youwillcome for me. I can taste how bad you need it.”
“Take me somewhere else. Please, Watt. Don’t make me come here.”
“Shh, sweetheart,” he coos again, hands framing my face as he gazes down at me. “You trust me, don’t you? You don’t know why, but you do, don’t you little girl?”
“Y-yes…. yes, daddy,” I moan, and he grunts, hands turning rougher in my hair, yanking my head back.
“Ahh, fuck, that’s a good girl. Trust me to take care of you.”
Without another word, we break apart and he takes my hand, leading me out of the bar. I don’t even recall if we paid for our beers. Hell, did I even drink that last beer? I laugh when I remember the change I fed into the jukebox. Guess someone else can make use of the bangers I lined up.
Out in the streets, most of Main Street sits dark. Overhead a full, bright moon lights the streets and the air is crisp. I second guess my skirt and tank top, shivering a little as a breeze kicks up. Warmth blankets my shoulders and I sigh as Watt’s heavy hands wrap a flannel around me.
“Come on, sweetheart. Let me take you someplace I like to go.”
“You taking me to the point to park and make out, stud?”
“Nah, something a whole lot better. Trust me, little girl.”
Laughing, I shake off the shudder his words send through me. Damn, he is sexy. Not just how attractive he looks, his huge frame protecting mine as he leads me to a battered old truck. It’s how he carries himself. How he takes the lead. I do feel safe with him even though I know little more than his name.
“What do you do down here in Driftwood, Watt? Seems half the town depends on Felle Landing.”
“Not me, sweetheart. What do you know about the landing? I am new to town, but they have taken good care of their folks here.”
After he helps me up into the truck I see it may seem beat up, but it has been lovingly restored. The rust on it has been carefully salvaged for an attractive patina. Inside smells of fresh leather and cigar smoke. Why is the idea of him puffing on a cigar hot?
“That is what Tre was telling me inside. Can I tell you a secret?”
Smirking up at me, he pushes my thighs open, gripping them beneath the knee to tug them up at his hips. It is a possessive and sensual move that makes my heart and my girl parts flutter. Never one to shy from anything, I tug at him with my knees, sighing when his hardness presses against me.
“Sweetheart, you can trust me with any secret you want to share.”
There is a beat where we watch one another in the moonlight. I cannot deny how something clicks in place between us. I believe I can trust him. He won’t laugh at my crusades or shame me for how bad I want him. A freeing sensation hits me as I tug him closer, whispering playfully.
“I came here to shut that logging landing down. Well, some of my friends got here before me. We were going to protest their deforestation of the mountain ranges here.”
“Is that right? Do I have a troublemaker on my hands, sugar?”
His words come out deep, raw, his voice sexy as hell as his fingers dig into my thighs. I nod, trembling against him as I watch him wet his lips. Eyes holding mine, he pushes his hands beneath my skirt, grasping my panties. Slowly he pulls them down my thighs then off.
