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“Eaton. You grumpy motherfucker. You just laughed,” I blurt.
Willa might be a bit of 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 think I can’t get you out of my head, no matter how hard I try. I think you’re too damn tempting and that I’m too damn complicated. I think you smell like him, and I can’t fucking stand that.”
“Keep talking like that and I’m going to fuck the filth right out of your pretty mouth.”
“You heard me, Red. You keep barking at me like that and I’m going to put you on your knees, open those strawberry lips, and fuck your face just to shut you up.”
“Suck, Willa. Prove to me you’re good enough for the job and maybe I’ll give you my cock.”
“I smile. You just miss them because it’s when I’m staring at your ass. And I’m smiling now because I’m really looking forward to this.”
If Willa is the playground, I want to fucking play. Period.
“You are beautiful.” My eyes race over her form,
“God.” “He’s not here right now, baby. It’s just me.
“I’m going to fill you up, and you’ll thank me for it.
“Weeks and weeks of you being a humorless asshole, and all it took was a few orgasms for you to become Mr. Chucklehead. I should have taken one for the team sooner.”
“I think you should continue to take it for the team.”
“No, Willa. I like you. I care about you.
can’t wait to be old and retired and say things just to see how people will react to get my kicks. That’s the dream right there.
“It’s whatever you’re comfortable with, Red. We can let it be gradual. We can skip a label. We can figure it out when the time comes. But whatever it is, it’s important to me. You’re important to me.”
“Yes, I’m jealous. She’s had everything with you and I’m just the fucking nanny.” God,
“You want it all, Willa? The house? The babies? The ranch?” I nod again because it’s all I can do. I want all that. With him. “You want me, Willa?” “Yes.”
“You’re going to spend as much time as you want at our house,” he says, while thrusting into me slowly. “You’re going to work whatever job you want. Wherever you want. But you’ll always have a place here. A home here. I’ll make you coffee every morning. I’ll leave you all the Post-it notes you want. I’ll cook your dinner every day. I’ll eat your pussy in the hot tub before bed every damn night.”
“Did Winter say something to you? Do we like her? Do we hate her? Am I supposed to be mad at something with you? Because I will be if you are. Just tell me how to be supportive.”
“I don’t care. Don’t you get it? I’m in love with you, Willa. Prickly legs, random carrots in your purse, pregnant, not pregnant. I want you.”
“Yeah.” He shrugs. “You feel right in my life. In Luke’s life. We just . . . make sense to me somehow. And another little person will too. Nothing about that feels wrong to me. The only thing that doesn’t make sense is that fucking carrot.”
