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Willa rolls onto her side, scooting her butt back until it hits the side of my thigh. I don’t leave my woman hanging. I roll, pulling her into me, her little spoon to my big. Burying my nose in her hair, I breathe her in for a moment before angling my head back.
“You good, babe?”
“Yeah. I think so?” She wriggles around, rolling to face me so her bent knees bump into mine. “If I’m honest I never really pictured face fucking Diesel with a massage gun dildo.”
“Well, I mean, who does?” I huff.
“Chewy?”
We both snort at that. Chewy is so clever she’s scary and I’m damn glad she’s on our side. Even if she has messed up ways of getting justice.
“Do you feel OK about what went down?” I ask her, pushing some hair behind her ear, then cupping her face.
“I felt nothing, looking down at his mangled body. Nothing at all. But there's this thing where it feels like I can breathe easier knowing he isn’t in the world and he can never get to me ever again.”
“That sounds a lot like freedom, babe.”
She smiles at me in the dark. “I like it.”
I smile back. “It looks good on you.”
She stares at me, my eyes adjusted enough to see the curve of her cheek, the faint outline of her lips, her bright eyes as they peer up at me.
“Miles?”
“Yeah, babe?”
She’s quiet, her warm breaths ghosting over my throat. “I love you.”
My heart stutters before it swoops and soars. My woman. My tough as nails, foul mouthed, knows her mind woman just gave me something I never thought I’d have again in this lifetime. The love of a good woman.
“You don’t have to say it back or anything, I just wanted to let you know -”
I move in bed, cupping her face with both of my hands. There’s no way in hell I’m gonna let my woman second guess herself.
“I love you,” I blurt out. “Everything about you is my favorite thing. Your scent is my favorite scent in the world. That little thing you do with your nose when you think something is funny but you don't want to laugh out loud, that’s my favorite expression. My favorite part of the day is when you share your space with me. You’re my favorite everything and that’s how I know that I love you.”
“Well, shit. That blows my declaration out of the water,” she grins.
“Meh. I’ve had a lot of time to think about it.”
She smiles wide in the dim light. “Oh yeah?”
“Fuck yeah. What did you think I was doing when I was thinking up ways to fix your house and booking in massages?”
She giggles, then buries her nose in my throat, taking a deep breath, and letting it out. Her body loosens up in my grip and I wrap her tighter.
“Love you.”
“Love you too.”
Willa
“Oh Willy Wonka,” a voice calls and I roll my eyes.
I can’t believe that the name not only stuck, but it caught on and now the whole MC calls me Willy Wonka. Or even worse, just Wonka.
“Really? Are we really sticking with that?” I ask as I hold the door of mine and Mad Dogs’ cabin open so the Ol Ladies and their children can come in.
