Page 12 of Locked Up by The Libra
Stepping out into the warm rain, I tip my head back. I need to make an effort if I want this to work. If I want her to give me a real shot. And I do. Even if she claims this is just another stop for her, I sense I can change that. Willa is tired of going it alone.
I need to show her neither of us need to be alone now.
Heading inside I am shaking inside out. Not from the pouring rain but from what I am about to face. Inside coffee permeates the air and I inhale the sweet scent. Four pairs of eyes swing my way and I feel pinned in place.
“Speak of the Devil,” Quinn quips from behind the counter.
“Shut up,” Willa warns her with a shove. Her eyes swing back to me, the pretty blues icy cold. “I will talk to you ladies later.”
Breezing past me, she sails outside, yanking the hood up on her bright pink hoodie. I glance at her friends, all of whom I know from seeing in town. I take a step forward to formally introduce myself when the redhead throws an arm out.
“Go after her genius. You came here looking for her, yes?”
“Y-yes, I was looking for her. I wanted to introduce myself to you, I know she considers you ladies friends.”
“Yeah, well she won’t if she thinks we let you shoot the shit with us. Go after her, Sherriff. And, no, our little jail bird baby does not know who you are yet. That is up to you to admit. Now, go, Willa is hell on heels.”
Nodding at them, I spin on my heel because I know that all too well. Even in the pouring rain, on a mountain, my girl can haul ass. I chuckle when I get outside, seeing her half a block ahead of me. Giving chase like I should have when she ran out of my place, I catch up to her fast.
“Willa, sweetheart, wait. Don’t run out on me again.”
“What do you care, stud? You let me go last time. Let’s not switch it up, huh?”
“Dammit Willa, do not do this. I wanted you at my place. I want you there…hell, I was miserable after you left. I should have come after you. I was an asshole for letting you go that way. What can I do to convince you?”
“Tell me something about you,” she challenges, whirling to gaze up at me in the rain. Grabbing her, I pull her down a narrow passage between two buildings. Pushing her against it, I shove her hood down.
“What do you want to know, sugar? I will tell you anything.”
“Why did you come to Driftwood? I told you mine, you tell me yours.”
Taking a deep breath, I nod. “I left Sunset Springs after spending eight years in the Marines. I hated it, Willa. Hated who I became. How it taught me to shut down all the parts of me that made me who I was. That made me human.”
By the time I finish, the rain has slowed but I am shivering. I nuzzle against her, my head falling. Her skin is warm as I burrow my face against her throat, feeling her pulse thrum against my mouth. Willa circles her arms tight around me, cradling me to her gently as her body softens.
“Do you…do you need me, daddy?” she whispers throatily, her leg lifting at my hip in the same moment I move to lift her.
“Fuck, yes, I need you. I need you now, Willa. Tell me you need me too. Tell me it’s not just me here,” I beg even as my hands yank at my belt, pulling at the zipper on my jeans.
“Yes, I need you. I wanted you to come after me to show me it wasn’t just me. Please, don’t let me run again,” her voice shakes as I fist my cock, rubbing it against her soft stomach.
“Turn around, face the wall, little girl,” I growl, pulling at my belt with trembling hands.
“Yes, daddy,” she purrs, turning to press her ass against my cock, her soft skin rubbing against the swollen head.
“Hands on the wall. I’m going to spank you, sugar. You need to be punished for running on me. Next time you do, I’m going to handcuff your sweet ass to my bed.”
“Daddy,” she moans, popping her ass out as I flip her skirt up. I pull the belt between my teeth, growling when I see she has no panties on. I told her not to bother with them. I guess she listened.
“That’s my good girl,” I praise, gripping the back of her neck with one hand. “Count for me, sweetheart. You think you can take five? Or will your pussy like it too much you’ll come first?”
“No, I can take it. I can take it, daddy.”
“Good, good girl. I need to hurt you a little. I will kiss it better once I fill you with my cum again.”
Holding the folded belt, I am shaking with desire. With power and lust. Things I have never felt with anyone else. Because it was never going to be anyone else. It would have always been Will.
Coming down with the belt as the rain still pours on us, I watch the welt rise on her creamy flesh. Her cry is muffled as she presses her face against the brick wall. I land another strike against her ass, watching how it bounces. My free hand jerks my cock because it aches to fill her tiny cunt again.
