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One hand rests on the rich wood of my door, her palm flat, strong fingers outstretched. I don’t hurry her. I just twine my fingers in hers and stand beside her.

“I walk in there, things are gonna change.”

I clear my throat. “Yeah.”

She turns to look at me, chin up, eyes on mine. “Good.”

She shoves the door open, tugging me inside. I kick the door shut behind us, flick the lights on and watch as Willa takes in my room. All the clubhouse rooms are like small suites, really. I have a sitting area, my bedroom and an en suite bathroom. Judging the direction Willa is tugging, the bathroom seems to be our destination.

“Strip,” she calls over her shoulder as she steps into the bathroom.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Ew, don’t ever say that again,” she bitches under her breath as she fiddles with the shower water, warming it up.

A chuckle rumbles through me as I bend to unlace my boots, kicking them into the corner when done. My belt jingles as I unbuckle it and before I can put it away Willa’s hands are on my shoulders. She slides my cut off, deftly handling the weight of the soft, worn leather. She cradles it as she moves to the chair in my sitting area and drapes it over the back. A smile pulls at my lips, it’s the exact place I hang it.

I’m so mesmerized in Willa’s movements that I don’t realize I’ve stopped undressing until she hits me with a look.

“I thought I told you to strip?”

“You did. I was too busy watching you being fucking perfect for me.” I reach for her hand, pulling her into my body, her palms resting on my chest.

“I thought we established that earlier?” she sasses, moving her hands lower to the hem of my shirt. She tugs it up my body, only stopping when my shirt is up over my head and falling to the floor.

“We did. I just wanted to remind myself.”

She smiles softly at my answer, then presses her soft lips to mine, lingering for just a moment. “Shower, babe. I’m going to warm up my oils and you can tell me what went down.”

I peer down at her.“You gonna leave that knot in my shoulder alone?”

“Maybe. Maybe not,” she teases, squealing when I slap her ass.

She pushes me toward the shower and I do my best to follow her orders. My cock is so hard it’s aching, making me hiss when I run my soapy hands over it and I’m tempted to grip it tight, relieve the pressure, but this is Willa’s show and I’m not a fucking pig who thinks with his dick. I wash quickly, shutting off the shower and drying myself just enough so that I don’t drip water everywhere. By the time I step into my room the bedside lamps are on, Willa has some funny little gadget plugged in and sitting next to the bed and her favorite Fleetwood Mac songs playing.

“Wow, babe.”

“On your front,” she smiles, patting the bed.

I don’t hesitate assuming the position. Only an idiot would.

“So,” Willa says as warm oil hits my back. A little drips down my side, along my ribs making me squirm, but Willa’s hand catches it, slicking it into my skin.

“So, you want an update?”

There’s a pause, then a cute little huff. “I want an update. Details. What happened? Who did what? What did the bad guys do? What did you find out? You know, an update.”

My body shakes on the bed with laughter and Willa’s palm hits my right ass cheek. “Stay still.”

I mumble “Yes ma’am” into the pillow, then tense up, expecting another ass slap, but she mustn't have heard me. Thankfully.

“Spill.”

“OK, we ride out to the Death Rider’s old compound, where the Quarter Mile has been holed up. We all enter in formation, apart from Pops who somehow gets in, ends up on the roof with a submachine gun, waving it around like Rambo-” Willa snorts and I hold back my moan when her hands slide over my shoulders, kneading with just the right amount of pressure, “-we poke around the warehouse a little and at this point we’re all fucking stumped. Like why the hell is all this shit still here and where the hell are they?”

Willa shifts her weight, leaning harder into my shoulder blade, the mixture of the warm oil and her strong hands has me groaning out loud. Her weight shifts again, her warm breath on my ear and my cock flares back to life.

“And then what happened?”