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“Well, you have two weeks in France coming up,” I remind her.
“I do. Though I must say that itinerary you gave me is rather vague on who will be coming with me.”
“We’ll see how things shake out,” I say as Isla, Sadie, and Callie get back from their bathroom break and snack run. Sadie immediately climbs on Willa’s lap and begins sharing her popcorn with the two of us. I’ve learned it’s her favorite game night snack.
The plan is for us to go to France together. The three of us, and Callie. Cillian and Isla expressed interest in going as well. That hinges on Alexander and Callie, at the moment.
Callie sits and immediately takes her cell phone out, vigorously typing away.
“Everything okay, Callie,” I ask. She briefly looks at me and nods, not saying anything. It causes Willa’s frown to deepen.
Callie’s mood doesn’t change for the entirety of the game. She cheers when the Blades score and whoops with the rest of the crowd when they make a great play or hit. But outside of that, she keeps to herself and only talks to Sadie when the younger girl demands some attention from her.
Alexander had another good game, earning two assists and only landing in the penalty box once for some scuffle on the ice that he didn’t start, but sure didn’t ignore. It seemed targeted by the other player who was chipping away at him over and over until Alexander reacted, and I can’t help but wonder if it’s the rumors about his sexuality at play again.
I don’t have the luxury of sticking around and finding out. Me going to the family room to wait for him only adds fuel to the fire he’d rather extinguish. Instead, I say my goodbyes to everyone before I head home. By myself. Again.
If this has taught me anything about myself, it’s that I’m an impatient motherfucker. Somewhat, anyhow. I waited for years for Alexander to be in the same geographical location as me. But now, my patience is thin. Which only makes me feel like a selfish bastard. Something I have never wanted to be.
As soon as I’m home, I book a flight home. My last trip was so short, maybe being back in The Crescent City for a few days will do me good. It will be nice to catch up with everyone I wasn’t able to see anyway. I’ll leave tomorrow afternoon and come back next week without all this baggage I’m carrying.
I’m asleep for about an hour when my doorbell rings, waking me. Groggy and confused, I open the door to find Willa.
“What’s wrong?”
“I didn’t want you to be alone tonight,” she says.
Jesus Christ, this woman is too good. Too kind and too thoughtful for the likes of someone like me. I am so fucking in love with her.
“Get in here, Ms. Cole.” I hold the door wide, locking it after she enters. “I was asleep.”
“You just…you seemed sad. More than you were letting on.”
Fuck, her being here is about the greatest gift I could ask for. Because I didn’t have to ask. Willa’s here of her own accord, because she wants to be here. Because she was concerned. Not that I want to worry her, but it makes me fucking hard that she is. “Just get undressed.”
“Yes, Mr. March,” she says with a quiet giggle as I drag her to my room. Pulling her shirt off of her, I tug the cups of her bra down and take one pert nipple in my mouth. “That feels good. I thought we’d talk, though.”
“Come first, talk later.”
“If you insist.”
“I do,” I say, moving to her other breast while my hands work the waistband of her jeans. She helps me push them down over her hips, wiggling to get them around her ankles. They stop there. “On the bed.”
Willa sits on the edge, but I push her to lie back so I can pull her shoes and jeans off. By the time I’m done, she’s discarded her bra as well and I stop to take her in. We’re always so rushed and hungry, tonight I get to savor her pale skin and perfect curves. Her rosy nipples match the color of her lips. A berry stain that makes me want to eat her up. I’ve been with beautiful women; ones who drape themselves in expensive clothing and jewelry. None hold a candle to the natural beauty in front of me.
“Damian,” she calls, pulling me out of my revery. “Come here. Be with me.”
Dropping my own underwear, I climb up with her, stretching her arms above her head. Our fingers entwined. Her thighs cradle my hips as she pulls them up, making room for me. I peer down in her eyes with wonder and swear I can see everything there is to know about her there.
“How are you real?”
“What?”
“You’re too good to be true, Willa.”
“I’m just as real as you are. Just as real as that hard cock you’re teasing me with.”
I thrust in, making her gasp and throw her head back. It exposes her creamy neck. I lick the long line of it, moving my hips ever so slowly. Again, there’s no rush tonight and being inside Willa isn’t something to be wasted.
