Page 14 of Locked Up by The Libra
“He wants to share himself with you, Willa,” I tell myself as I step inside his cabin, bending to give Fletch, his adorable bulldog some love.
Pulling my luggage in after me—I was being presumptuous, so I checked out of the hotel—I decided I need a hot shower. After I stow my bag, I peel out of my wet clothes. I could grab something from my bag, but I have something better in mind.
Going to his closet, I thumb through his things. His closet crazy tidy. Organized by color, everything hung neatly, it is impressive. Thumbing through the shirts, I notice most are uniforms. Frowning, I wonder why he would keep his uniforms from the marines.
“Then again you still have uniforms from prep school. Oh, I wonder if daddy would like to see me in one?”
Grinning at the idea, I grab a zip up hoodie and head for a shower. After a long, hot shower, I feel more myself again. Pulling on his hoodie, I zip it up halfway, bringing the too-long sleeves to my nose to inhale his clean, woodsy scent.
Wandering around his place with Fletch following on my heels, I notice things I missed before. Watt in full uniform for his military photo. Damn, he looks good in a uniform. More photos of him in uniform, with a man who must be his brother. I pass another photo of him before I stop and come back, grabbing it off the shelf.
“What the hell…is he a cop?” I mutter at the photo of him in front of a cruiser, in a dark blue uniform.
Is he…is he the Sherriff here in Driftwood? The one Quinn and the other girls were threatened with arrest by? The one who would be forced to arrest me if I pulled any of the stunts I am so famous for? He knew what brought me to Driftwood. Why Quinn and the other girls had come here. Why had he never mentioned he was the law here?
Tonight, when I found Quinn and the other girls, I found out I was late to the party. They had not just given up the protest, after finding out that Felle Landing had indeed given back more than they ever took, Quinn had fallen in love with one of the loggers. Brielle was sweet on one now too.
It was a bit of a bummer to find out I had missed out, though I was glad to hear they found happiness here. After last night with Watt, then talking to the girls, I figured I would just leave town. Find another place to protest, another cause to fight for.
Only, I don’t want to leave. I love this little town. I have been here less than a week, but I can see why my friends decided to stay. We spent so much of our lives globetrotting to save one place or another, to help others, finding this place felt like finding a private paradise.
“Why would he hide this?”
Recalling the first day we met, I remember what he said. He was looking for someone, he said. Another woman. Was she another protestor? Or some other law-breaking woman he was meant arrest. Did he know who I was? That I was here to stir things up on the landing again?
Is Watt trying to distract me, so he does not have to arrest me?
“Sweetheart, I am home,” Watt calls after the front door opens and closes. “Huh, I kind of like how that sounds. Where you at, sugar?”
Smiling because, yeah, I kind of like how that sounds too, I set the photo down. Does it matter to me he hasn’t told me this yet? Yes. Does it matter enough for me to run again? No. Watt needs to open up if I am going to stay though, so he needs to come clean about who he is.
“Right here, baby,” I call, feeling heat rush through me when he rounds a corner.
Watt tilts his head, his eyes eating me up as I stand there in the darkness. Opening his arms, he takes a few steps towards me, and I go. I fall against his firm chest, not caring that he is still damp. I do notice that he changed from the dark clothes he had on earlier.Why is he hiding it?
“Hmm, like the sounds of that too. Give me some sugar,” he hums, lowering his head to brush his lips over mine.
His hands slide down to my backside, bare beneath his hoodie and he growls into my mouth. I open my mouth, pushing my tongue against his as he lifts me. In a few steps, he is sitting in one of the wide, fluffy chairs in the living room, bringing me astride his lap.
Sitting back, I struggle to catch my breath. We need to talk. Whenever we touch each other, we both lose it. I was so angry with him earlier, but I sure let him spank me with his belt and fuck me raw right in the street.
“Where kept you out so long?” I wear a pout as he settles back in the chair, his hands moving up and down my thighs. His touch makes my thoughts go haywire, but I am trying. I am still upset, still confused about why he has never told me who he truly is.
“They needed me in town. How about we watch a movie, make popcorn, maybe fool around on the couch like horny teenagers?”
“That sounds amazing,” I admit as I fall against his chest. I don’t want to be mad at him. All I want is for him to talk to me, to tell me who he is. A nice night together might help him open up.
“It does. Go pick something out to watch,” he nods at the wall I was nosing around earlier. “I make awesome popcorn. By the way…”
As I stand, I tilt my head at him, waiting for him to go on. Sitting forward, he walks his fingertips up the back of my thighs. My sex pulses between my thighs as I rub them together.
“You wearing my clothes is a lot hotter than I knew it could be. Turn around, I want to see you in that.” He twirls his finger and I laugh.
Spinning, I even give a little shake, letting him get a view of my bare backside. He groans, his hand smacking my ass just before I dart away. Jumping to his feet, he gives chase until he backs me against the wall of shelves.
“You promised me a nice night,” I tease with a pout. “Let me pick a movie, go make your awesome popcorn, stud.”
Pushing playfully at his chest, I laugh when he grumbles. Grasping my chin gently, he tilts my head, pressing a kiss to my mouth. I sigh against his lips, smiling dazedly when he lifts his head. I watch him rush to the kitchen, my stomach all a flutter.
