Page 78 of The P*ssy Next Door

Hmm. “Are you saying yes because you think I want it, or because you do?”

She looked over her shoulder at me and the love and lust in her eyes just about brought me to my knees. “Because I think you need it.”

Damn. I sunk down into the water, scraped my teeth across that pink spot I'd left on her ass, and then grabbed her hips and pulled her down into the water with me. Good god, the heat of the water and her weight on my lap felt so fucking perfect.

I nuzzled her neck and pressed my lips to her ears. “That's not how this works, love. However we fuck, and however we make love, it's because we both want and enjoy what we do to each other, how we make each other feel. We're in this together.”

She relaxed into me, and we were both quiet for a few minutes.

“Hey,” Willa whispered, her fingers tracing gentle thighs on my chest. “What's going on in that head of yours?”

I sighed, staring up at the unfamiliar sky. The words felt heavy on my tongue, weighed down by the fears I'd been carrying. But if there was anyone I could talk to, it was her. “Your uncles will be back eventually, and they'll take over the coffee shop again. And I know Denver isn't enough for you, Willa. You need this, need the world and all its adventures.”

I swallowed hard, my throat tight. “But I don't know how I fit into that. My family, my career, they're all tied to Denver. Even if I got traded, I'd just be in another city, not... not out here, living life the way you do.”

The thought of losing Willa or holding her back from the life she was meant to live made my chest ache, and the only thing that made if feel better was having her held tight against me.

“I... don't know the answer to what's going to happen when they get back.” She tried to turn to face me, but I couldn't let her. Not yet. She sighed and let me have my way. “I wish I could say I'll just stay, but I can't. And it's not because I don't love you. I do. I love you more than I've ever loved anyone in the whole wide world.”

“I know, baby. I know.”

“And...” Her voice cracked, and damn it all to hell, I'd made her cry. “I know you've been expecting me to stay, but?—”

“No, baby. No.” I refused to break her like this. I grasped for the right thing to say to her. “No expectations. Just you and me, exploring something new together.”

Her words to me were the only thing I could come up with that fit. She let out a broken sort of cry-laugh, and I buried my face in the crook of her neck. “If the last twenty-four-ish hours have taught me anything, flower, it's that when I'm sure we're lost, you find a way. We will find a way to make this work. It might not look like whatever I thought it would, but I swear on my life, we can and will be together.”

Willa sniffled and I reached, wiping her tears away. “Yes, or no, Willa?”

“Yes. So, so much yes.”

NEVER LET ME GO

WILLA

Hayes had brought up the fears I'd been ignoring, because he was strong and confident that we could face them together and figure it all out.Of course he was. He was a Kingman. He'd never met a challenge he couldn't plan and execute his way out of.

I'd been raised to avoid talking about problems and run away from them if possible. I was really good at that. I'd run all the way to Europe and then Asia to avoid the expectations of my life in Denver.

But we'd just made a promise to each other. No expectations. And falling in love with him had been the adventure of a lifetime. I had to believe that we would find a way to be together that didn't mean either of us felt stuck.

But I had to be fair and admit that the way I wanted to exist in the world would mean he'd have to make compromises. It's me, hi. I'm the problem, it's me.

I grabbed his hand from my cheek, where he'd tried to wipe my tears, and brought it down into the water between my legs. “Tell me again how much you love me. Then show me.”

He groaned and pushed his fingers into my pussy, touching me in the way only he knew how. “I do love you. So fucking much.”

“I know.” I needed these words to affirm our feelings. I wanted to feel utterly possessed by him. Like I had the night he'd taken my ass. He'd been so feral, and I relished that side of him.

I grabbed his other hand and brought it up to my chest, where he played with my nipple, stroking, and pinching, and teasing. But it wasn't enough. I wanted more.

I dragged his hand up, wrapping his fingers around my throat, feeling my pulse beating under his thumb. His breathing was harsh and coming so fast, and even as I soaked in his need for me, I had to have more.

“I need you fuck me like this. I want to know you have me, all of me.”

“I've got you, sweetheart. Always.” He pressed two fingers inside of me. “Ride my fingers, Willa. Let me feel you come.”

It wasn't enough. “Please fuck me, Hayes.”