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“Life lesson, shithead. Careful who you pick a fight with. Someone insane might love them.”
I’m almost to them, but the sight of Willa knocking a kid into the pool stopped me in my tracks. She really is insane. Possibly in the best way.
Willa might be a bit of a psycho—after all, she did just push a child into the pool—but the more time I spend with her, the more I feel like she’s my psycho.
>:)
I blink at her, frantically explaining herself like she’s in trouble with me when she’s not. The only people in trouble are the assholes who picked on her. I don’t care if it’s been a decade. I want names and addresses so I can set them straight.
“The cowboy hat.” She groans and lets her eyes roll back in her head. “Is so good. I mean, I feel like I’m living in some made-for-TV movie with a hot cowboy. But then you clean up and style your hair, and you give these hot, debonair older-man vibes.”
My fingers slide between hers, her palm fitting so perfectly in mine.
“I don’t know this game,” she whispers, and I drop my hand from above her head, pressing into her body with the full length of mine. My free hand slides into her hair, and I watch as I slowly comb through the strands, the burnished tone of it matching my tanned skin so well. “Me neither, Red.”
Truthfully, I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. All I know is that I want t...
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She feels like heaven in my hands. And she looks just as wild as I’ve always known she is. But there’s something about seeing her wild for me—giving in for me—that makes me feel more desired than I have in, well, ever.
I imagine inspecting her every morning. Bending her over the kitchen counter. Flipping up some flimsy sun dress that’s just her silent way of begging me to fuck her.
Summer: Trouble in paradise? Did you bang him? Willa: I wish. He barely even looks at me. Summer: Flash him. Willa: I’ve tried. He’s too mature. He just rolls his eyes and walks away. Summer: Wait. Did you really flash him?
“He leaves you Post-it notes?” Her lips pop open in surprise. I shrug. “Yeah. He’ll walk in when Luke and I are cleaning up after making a batch of cookies and say nothing about it. Just talk to Luke. But then in the morning he’ll leave a note by the coffee that says, Best cookies I’ve ever had.” Summer laughs. “Summer! Stop laughing and help me. What does that mean?” Her head tips back, and I catch the guys glancing up at us. “It means he loves your cookies, Wils.”
I know I fly by the seat of my pants with little regard for where I’m going. Planning stresses me out. That’s why go with the flow is my motto.
“Working the weekends, huh?” I shrug. “Spending time with Luke doesn’t really feel like work.” In fact, it feels like the most natural thing in the world.
Awwwwwwwwww <3333
“I didn’t mean to fall asleep in your bed.” I like you in my bed.
I watch Willa blink down at him, like she’s still trying to wrap her mind around where she is and what she’s doing. And when she looks up at me, uncertainty painted all over her pretty face, all I can do is smile. Willa Grant looks way too good in my bed.
“It’s okay, Red. I got you.” I got you.
There’s something about being sick that turns me into a child again. Helpless and pitiful. And the fact Cade is here and not annoyed is the biggest relief.
“That’s my girl.”
I moan at the feel. At his words. My girl.
“I’d be very proud of him if he turned out like you.” When she tilts her head, one soft tendril of hair slips out and caresses the side of her face. “Really?” “Yes, Willa. What more could I want for him? Intelligent, independent, a solid sense of humor, a good head on his shoulders.” “Do you think he’ll proposition his nanny for no-strings-attached sex though?” “Jesus Christ, woman.” I stare at the ceiling again.
This is so cute
She laughs and it’s so pretty. Like chimes in the wind. One of the first things I noticed about her that day in the coffee shop.
It’s funny and I should laugh. But I’m caught on the part where she’s married to some man who rolls his eyes at her. A man who isn’t me. And I have somehow failed to wrap my head around the fact that I’m going to be connected to this woman for the rest of my life.
“Red, don’t marry a man who rolls his eyes at you.” “You roll your eyes at me all the time.” Fuck, I need to stop doing that. She deserves better. “Don’t marry me either.”
I risk a glance at Willa. “You good?” Her lips roll. She doesn’t mean it to be seductive, but every little thing she does feels like a missed opportunity now. Those lips should be mine. On mine. Wrapped around my cock. Moaning my name.
The cows look pretty cute to me with their big wide eyes and round wet noses.
I LOVE COWS
Do I wish I’d dared him to take off my bathing suit instead? Sometimes.
“You look so fucking pretty like this, Willa.” I groan and my lashes flutter as I feel a surge of wetness between my thighs. “A mouth full of my cock.”
Flicking the bedside light on, I let my mind wander to stupid Cade Eaton. Big-dicked, strong-biceped, fucking handsome-faced, complicated asshole that he is.
“Let me hear it, baby. Say thank you.” She clears her throat, eyes darting away. “Thank you.” “Good girl.”
Until she bites down on my bottom lip, squeezes my head in her hands, and says, “Cade Eaton, if you stop undressing me, I will absolutely lose my mind and hide in my bedroom every night touching myself while thinking about how fucking hot sucking your cock on the front porch was.”
“Cade,” her lips part on my name, her tongue darting out to wet them. “God.” “He’s not here right now, baby. It’s just me. And I’m done asking nicely. I’m ready to take.”
I wrap her loose hair around my fist, pull her close and whisper against her ear. “I’m going to peel these skin-tight jeans off of you and enjoy a taste of what I already know is going to be a perfect little cunt.” A tremor racks her body, but I keep going. “Make you come in my mouth. And before you've even recovered from that, I’ll shove my cock into you, make you scream my name loud enough they’ll hear you one town over.”
“Is that what you want, Red? Let me hear you say it.”
I pull my wallet from my back pocket, ready to pull out what is probably an expired condom. But she grabs at my arm. “No. I need to feel you.” Fuck. I want that too.
I squirm and chant, “Cade,” like I’m in some sort of hot-single-dad-loving cult. I’d be the leader of that cult. For sure.
“Good girl,” he hums,
“You like it when I call you baby?”
You were made for me.”
I pull his head up to me and kiss him like it’s our last moment on earth.
“Come for me, baby,” he pants. “Yes,” I hiss. “Please don’t stop.” “Never,” is his response.
I open my lips to say the words he wanted. But it’s him who drops his cheek against my head and rasps, “Thank you.”
“Keep teasing me and I’ll fill your throat with my cock to shut you up again,”
My hands stop moving because I feel like this might be a chance to tell him I want him to go full caveman and tell me I’m staying here with him and Luke.
He’s homed in on my insecurities, and I’ve homed in on his. We build each other up. We tidy one another’s loose ends. We fit so perfectly.
“Between then and now I’ve . . .” he trails off, glancing away for a moment, thinking carefully about the next words, “gotten to know you and come to care about you in a way I didn’t expect.” “Same,” I reply, like an idiot who doesn’t want to throw herself across the hot tub and say, Actually, I think I’m falling for you! Hehehe.
“The way the muscles in your legs flexed beneath my hands. I felt like a goddess. And the fact that anyone could have walked up and seen us together? I loved it.”
“That cocktease of a tight little cunt all out on display for me. Begging. Just like every other inch of your body.”
A whimper spills from my lips and heat rushes out through every limb. I feel like I could turn to putty for him and his filthy words. Crass words that are reverent at the same time. So full of admiration. Possession.
I LOVE DIRTY TALK
A look that says he needs me as badly as I need him. In one smooth movement, I slide one finger in, then two. But he doesn’t watch between my legs, his eyes stay on my face. A blush rushes over my cheeks. This should feel dirty, a bit playful, but it feels like worship and he’s not even touching me.
Eye contact is so intimate omgggggg
