AllFreeNovel
Share Us
It’s probably also helping in a way that we’ve got so much other shit on our plate right now. She can deal with her feelings in small increments in between planning sessions, rather than having to sort through all of them right away.
One evening, the four of us are gathered in the small living room of the safe house, working on things. Vic is buried in his laptop, fingers flying across the keyboard as he looks things up and sifts through information.
Malice is on another laptop, taking info he’s being given by Vic, cross referencing shit and just serving as an extra pair of eyes on some of it.
I’m piecing together a schedule with Willow on an honest to god calendar, trying to put together a visual of Olivia’s movements so we can figure out the best time to catch her off-guard.
We’re all focused and intent on what we’re doing. It’s been like that ever since we met with Jonah that first time. There’s been a cloud of urgency hanging over us for the past several days, and I can tell it’s been wearing on us all. Willow looks tired and drawn, and Malice and Vic are at their most intense and serious, both of them twin pillars of stony-faced intention.
And I know this is important, and that time is of the essence because if we miss a window or give Olivia enough time to make another attempt on Willow’s life, it might be the last chance we get… but at the same time, it feels like we could all use a little break. Or at least a moment of lightness in the midst of all this shit.
The silence in the room is starting to feel oppressive, so I do something to break it, reaching over and poking Willow lightly in the side.
She glances over at me, and I smooth my face into neutral lines, looking down at the calendar we’re working on. Once she looks away, going back to her work, I poke her again, this time tickling her a little in her side.
She squirms and giggles, batting my hand away, but I tickle her more intently, running my fingers over her ribs.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“Lightening the mood a little,” I tell her with a grin.
She laughs, both from the comment and the tickling, but she doesn’t tell me to stop. So I keep going until she’s breathless and squirming away from me.
Willow ends up leaning back on her elbows on the floor, and I can see the lines of her body and the flushed color of her face. She’s so fucking beautiful like this. She always is, but right now with that smile on her face and her shirt riding up, the shorts she’s wearing showing off her legs… it’s like she’s a perfect vision.
I can’t help myself. I lean over her, dipping my head to press a kiss to the soft, warm skin of her inner thigh.
Her brown eyes flare dark with heat, and she swallows hard, her legs spreading just a little wider for me.
“Fuck,” I groan. “I love doing this to you.”
“Tickling me?” she asks, arching an eyebrow.
“No. Getting you all turned on like this. The way you smell when you’re all worked up is my favorite fucking thing. I knew I’d get addicted the first time I tasted you.”
“Oh,” she breathes. She licks her lips, and the urge to chase her tongue back into her mouth is strong, but I hold back, watching her instead.
“I didn’t know I would like it so much,” she continues. “Having your mouth on me. I think I’m addicted to how it feels. You’re really good at eating me out.”
“Would you say I’m the best at it?” I ask, cocking a brow at her.
A throat clears nearby.
“Excuse the fuck outta me,” Malice butts in, his attention on us now. When I look up, he and Vic both are staring in our direction, their work seemingly forgotten for the moment. “You know there’s only one acceptable answer to that, right, Solnyshka?”
“And that answer is ‘no,’” Vic adds, nodding firmly.
I smirk. Even though I’m the youngest, Vic has less experience with sex than me or Malice. But I love that he’s gotten confident enough with Willow to be highly incensed by the suggestion that I might be better at eating her out than he is.
“Are you saying we need to be working harder?” Vic presses when Willow doesn’t answer right away.
“No!” She quickly shakes her head, speaking in a rush. “No, I love being eaten out by all of you. It always feels so good. Don’t worry.”
Malice looks mildly appeased and definitely turned on by the course of this conversation.
“That’s better,” he mutters, only grumbling a little bit.
“But it’s different with all three of you,” Willow adds. “I think that’s what I like the best. You all bring something different to it, and it’s all good.”
