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“Fuck me like you mean it.”
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“Well, that's something else I’ve never done with a man before,” Willa giggles breathlessly, one hand thrown up over her head, one leg thrown over mine.
“What’s that?”
“Fucked on a bed covered in cheese and crackers,” she says, bursting into laughter.
“Is now a bad time to tell you that I always sleep like shit if I eat cheese too late?” I mention, throwing a cheese wrapper onto the floor.
“First off, you’re going to pick that up. Then we’re going to clean up and change the sheets. Second, why the hell would you bring cheese up here if you sleep like shit after eating it?” She demands all these things while lying flat on her back on the bed, eyes closed.
“It was fast, easy, and honestly, who the hell says no to cheese?” I reply. Because I mean it, only a psycho says no to cheese.
“OK, yeah, I see your point now,” she replies. “Quick, pull me up, let's get cleaned up and you can tell me how the hell Diesel got away. And I want a play-by-play recap, not that half assed one you gave me before.”
I groan, not wanting to move. I’m old and just did two rounds like a young buck. And I ate late night cheese. I’ll be paying for that at some stage. I’ll probably need to hit the gym too.
“OK baby, I got you,” I say, rolling up and offering her my hand.
When she doesn't move a muscle I leave her where she is, starting the shower running to warm up before turning and freezing in the doorway. Willa is naked, starfished out on my bed, her dark hair wild on my pillows. My chest fucking aches at how perfect she looks. I can’t wait to see her wearing my patch.
“Come on sweetheart,” I whisper, scooping her up in my arms.
She curls into me, her sleepy eyes looking blissed out. I carry her into the bathroom, stepping into the shower, letting the bulk of the warm water flow over her, warming her up and hopefully cleaning some of the cheese and cum from our bodies.
She presses a kiss to the underside of my jaw before wriggling to get down. I place her gently on her feet, making sure she’s steady. She soaps up her hands then runs them over my body. My pecs, my belly, my cock, gently cupping my balls before moving further. Once she’s satisfied with her ministrations she stands and then it’s my turn to worship her body.
“Start from Rider and Grind’s fight, and don’t leave out anything.”
Blowing out a breath I run my soapy hands over her shoulders, gently massaging the muscles in her back. “Well, it started off because Grind mentioned something about nipples and then Rider got pissy because he thought his brother was making fun of his disability -”
“Wait, what?” Willa asks, spinning to look at me, giving me the opportunity to run my hands over her breasts.
My brows pinch as I look down at her. “Has he not told you? He usually tells everybody he meets.”
“Well, now I feel left out,” she mutters, gripping my hands and moving them to her back.
I pull her closer, massaging again, “I think it was when Jazz and Fox and Nitro got together and there was this crazy woman who had it in for us. She was a baby farmer. That’s where Chewy found Laney-May.”
“Wait, Laney isn’t Chewy and Rhodie’s biological daughter?” Willa’s eyes are wide with shock.
“No, Chewy found Laney-May and brought her home. But I know what you mean, that little girl is the perfect mix of Rhodie and Chewy.”
Willa nods, “Totally. And Rider’s nipple?”
“So, obviously when you’re in the skin business you have a lot of fucked up people that work with you. This woman, Renae, she had henchfuckers. They attacked us, and one of them shoots off Rider’s nipple.”
“Shoots it off?” Willa repeats, her voice rising.
“Yup, clean off. He has one normal pec, the other, perfectly flat.”
“Like a Ken doll?” Willa asks, face screwed up.
A sly smile tugs at my lips, “Yeah, like a Ken doll.” I’ll tuck that little nugget away for the next time he pisses me off.
Willa shuts off the water sooner than I would like, steps out of the shower and throws a towel at me.
