Finding Willow (Hers) (20 page)

“That's nice. I don't have anything to say to you, though, so you can be on your way.” I wave my hand in the opposite direction, shooing him off, and his face starts to turn red. He’s pissed. For the first time in my life, I am not scared. I am not intimidated. I couldn't give two shits if he is mad.

“We have things to discuss.” He grits his dirty teeth together and starts to eye River.

“We have nothing to discuss, Blue. In fact, I was just on my way out.”

I stand from the table and shoot my gaze to River, who immediately joins me. Normally by now, my body would be freaking out, my heart beating far too rapidly, and craving something, anything to numb the feeling. But he has no impact on me.

“Don't you dare fucking walk away from me, Princess.”

I want to stop, to turn around and tell him off. More than anything. But he wants my attention. He wants me to turn around and acknowledge that he has some kind of power over me.

I walk out of the diner with River by my side, and we drive back to Chrome's house in silence. I try to sort through all my fucked up thoughts, but I don't know what to make of them. No matter what I do, or say, I am never going to be rid of Blue unless I finally go to the police about what he has done. I should have listened to Seven and immediately filed charges against him. I was stupid, yet again. Could've, should've, would've. It is too late now.

Light spills through the curtains of Chrome's bedroom window. I slowly blink my eyes open to examine the clock. It is just before eight in the morning, on Wednesday. Chrome will be back today. I don't know what time he will be rolling into town, but I can tell you I feel much safer with him in Woodstock now that Blue is lurking around.

I let out a yawn and start to stretch when I notice something move in the corner of the bedroom. The old wooden rocking chair in the corner moves; someone is sitting in it. My eyes can't focus and I scream bloody murder. I probably could have woken the dead with my shriek. It isn't until the person moves that I realize it isn't an intruder. It’s Chrome.

“Jesus, fuck, woman!”

His chest heaves, and I know I scared him just as much as he just scared the piss out of me. I throw a pillow across the room, beaning him upside the head with it.

“What the fuck, Chrome? Seriously, you scared the shit out of me!” My heart is still racing, and my hands are shaking from the sheer amount of adrenaline running through my body.

“I got back real early this morning. Since Scarlett is still out on the couch, I snuck in here. You looked too peaceful to wake, so I just sat down here. Didn't think I would fall asleep.” He rubs his eyes with the heel of his hands. He is exhausted; I can see the circles around his eyes. It looks like he hasn't slept in days.

“Come climb into bed. You clearly need some rest.” I pat the bed next to me, and he stands and stretches. I gawk at him as he stretches. His tight, white undershirt rises up, exposing his unbuttoned jeans laying low on his hips. His lightly tanned v cut makes me drool. I realize I am virtually fucking him with my eyes, so I lie back down, pulling the covers up and snuggling into the comfort of the bed.

“You know, you are on my side of the bed,” he teases me as he strips down to his boxer-briefs. I try not to ogle anymore, but it is so damn hard.

“I could move, but I didn't think you would mind. I mean coming home to me in your bed and all.” I wink at him. I’m sure neither of us expected him to come home and find all this. I pictured him rolling back into my motel room again. Spending our time together fucking like animals up against the wall inside the door.

“You’re right, but right now, I don't want you anywhere else.” I want to smile at his honesty. My heart skips a beat, or twelve.

“I gotta tell you something.”

He grimaces, and I am almost positive he is waiting for me to dish some bad news. He sits on the edge of the bed and pulls the covers back. He looks at me, nods, and waits for me to start talking. I can't help it. A stupid smile spreads across my face.

“I bought a house.”

His eyes darken as his lips press together in a straight line. He seems mad. Why would he be mad? “Before you get your boxers in a fucking twist, it is here, in Woodstock.” Relief washes over his face, and the corner of his lip turns up just slightly. He doesn't want to give away that he is actually happy.

“I bought the old rental off of Jupiter Lane.”

His eyebrow raises in question.

“That old dive?”

I want to hit him for talking about my house like that, but to the everyday person, it is a fucking dive. Not everyone can see the beauty behind it.

“Yup, it was my favorite house in Woodstock when I was a girl. I took a drive up there to check it out. I should have the keys on Monday. Know any good contractors?” I talk as quickly as Scarlett does when she is excited about something.

“Honey, I own a contracting company. Whatever you want, we will do.” He kisses the top of my head and pulls me into his arms.
Well, isn't that just fucking convenient?
I melt into his body, while I bask in his strong embrace.

I shouldn't feel this way; I shouldn't
want
to feel this way, but I do. He has taken a piece of my heart, as much as I should shield it from him.

His face nuzzles into my neck, and he places a kiss on my cheek. I want so bad to pull at the remaining clothes we have on, but the sick child only a couple yards away in the living room stops me. However, she doesn't stop him one bit. He pulls me over his body, so that I’m straddling his lap in the bed, and I can feel him pulling at the hem of my giant loose t-shirt. In the blink of an eye, it is over my head, and I am in nothing but a pair of simple cotton panties.

“Your daughter,” I whisper into his ear, as I lick down his neck with my tongue. I want to stop, but I am losing my willpower. His dick is rock hard against my moist cunt, and he continues to nudge my wetness through the last pieces of clothing we have on.

“She won't come in here,” he replies as he sucks on my earlobe. That spot, that fucking spot, drives me wild.

His mouth covers mine and his tongue doesn't stop licking my bottom lip until I finally open and let him in. I can feel his hands running all over my body, squeezing my full breasts before settling on my ass. His hips buck off the bed, pushing his hardness against me again, harder this time. His force is enough to get me off on the spot. I am hanging on by a single thread, while we’re dry humping like we are fucking kids again.

His big hands leave my ass, finding their way in between our entwined bodies. His ass lifts again, and he’s naked. His legs push his missing boxer-briefs to the end of the bed, and his hands move to grip my waist. I pull my mouth from his, licking and sucking up his neck until I can whisper in his ear once again.

“You need a condom, baby.”

He lets out a long sigh. I know he’s annoyed. I feel like the safe sex police. He doesn't make a move; instead, I feel him tugging my panties to the side, running his rough fingertip along my clit. I try to buck my hips in response to the tender touch, but his other hand is still firmly gripping my hip.

“Just for a minute, baby,” he coos into my ear. I can't help but melt. I should say no, but I don't. It has been so long since I have had the feeling of good raw sex. Not meaningless on set bullshit, but real fucking. So, against my better judgment, I don't stop him.

“Just a minute,” I repeat as he pushes my panties further to the side, and he slides his big cock right inside my wet pussy. Inch-by-inch, it slides in with ease, and I throw my head back with ecstasy. I can feel every delicious piece of his impressive dick, piercing and all. The metal balls run along the inner walls of my cunt, teasing and touching places I never even fucking knew existed. As he pulls out, it rubs along my clit and he pushes right back in. As he bottoms out within my tight pussy, I can feel the piercing caressing my g spot. God, there is no way I am going to be able to stop him from going raw again. It just feels too fucking mind-blowing. God damn it! Fuck condoms.

I want to scream, but I can't. I let out a strangled moan, and his hand flies up to my mouth, covering it forcefully as he slams his dick inside of me. I meet each thrust and then some. He slows his pace, lying on the bed and letting me be the one to work up and down his length. And boy, do I.

I slowly slide up and down at first, appreciating every inch. His hands move above his head, watching every move I make. He only breaks eye contact on occasion to look down to where our slick bodies are joined. His lazy gaze rakes up my body, watching my tits bounce as my pace quickens.

With every movement, I can feel the build of my own orgasm. I grind my hips and my swollen clit begs for release. Chrome finally moves his hands from his lounging position, running them over my tits as I continue to ride his cock. His fingers roughly pinch my nipples and I just can't hold back anymore.

“Fuck!” I scream, realizing his hands are leaving my tits and heading for my mouth. His palm covers my lips tightly just as I start to come. I scream against his hand, as he continues pumping his thick erection into me. My body falls onto his chest, and I quietly try to catch my breath, still slowly riding him. I'm fucking exhausted and, as much as I want to keep going, my body has given up on me.

Chrome flips me over onto my back, his dick still deep within me. Lifting my leg and placing it on his shoulder, he begins to pound into me. He’s desperately searching for his own release. The pierced tip of his dick caresses my g spot over and over again, and I begin to feel another orgasm creeping up on me. His pumps become more forceful and his hand grabs at my neck. That is all I need to start coming all over again. I let out a low moan, as quiet as I can. He franticly pulls out just as his come shoots all over my stomach and cunt.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, stroking his dick through his own orgasm. It is officially the hottest thing I have ever fucking seen. Burst after burst of hot come drenches my body as his face contorts with pleasure.

He looks down and catches my gaze. I can't help but watch him. You would think after all these years of porn, something this erotic would do nothing for me. But God, he is fucking beautiful in every way there is. His dick is still firmly in his palm when he blows out a long breath, and he finally speaks.

“God, I think I am in love with you.” The words slip so casually from his mouth, but all I can do is stare at him like a deer in headlights. His demeanor changes when he notices the shock on my face. I can feel the tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. I don't want to cry. I don't want to flip out, but I am pretty fucking sure I am about to. Damn it all to hell! Why did he have to go there?

“Shhh, relax, Star.” His fingers trail down the side of my face and I will myself to calm the fuck down somehow. I take a deep breath, trying to think of what comes next.

“No one has ever said that to me.” I am almost dazed thinking about it. It’s the truth. Not even Seven. All those years and those three words were never exchanged.

“I don't want to fuck up whatever this is. I'm sorry; I let my emotions get the best of me. I am not good at keeping them under wraps.” He’s flustered. Upset. At himself, I think.

“It's okay. Really,” I reassure him. Maybe getting out of the house and seeing exactly what needs to be done at my very own home would be the best plan for my day. “You should get some rest, Chrome.”

“What are your plans for the day?” he asks.

I’m still trapped under his body. I can't make my break for it until he moves. His come is slowly starting to dry all over me, while we sit here and have this heart-to-heart. As if he can sense my anxiety over being trapped under his body, he shifts his weight while looking for something to clean up with. He tosses his discarded t-shirt to me, and I start to wipe up the mess. Definitely going to need a shower.

“I’m going to go over to my house and see what needs to be done. Make a list, so I can get the construction going once I have the keys.” The fact that I am
waiting
for keys is hysterical. The house is wide open. I am sure people have come and gone on their own for some time. Including the local wildlife. The door was cracked open and one of the large picture windows had no glass, so I figure it won't be hard to get in.

“There is no way you are going over there on your own. I know that piece of shit has been following you. No fucking way, Star. It just isn't safe.” His concern warms me. It’s completely founded, but I hate feeling like a victim. I vowed I wouldn't live like that anymore. I don't want Blue to rule my life anymore. No way.

“I'm fine. I'm not scared of him.” I say it with bravado. I’m trying to convince myself, even though the thought of being alone with him sends me into a panic.

Scarlett's voice cries from the living room and catches Chrome's attention.

“Daddy, please stay here with me, can I come sleep in your bed?” He can't stay no to her. I can see him lose the battle, and I know I will be able to make my way out for the day without him acting like a bodyguard. He stands, takes a couple paces across the room, and pulls back the bottom of an old movie poster on the wall. There is a small safe built into the wall and he turns the knob a few times before it pops open. I try not to be nosy. I don't want to know what is inside the safe. It isn't my business.