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After a while, she peppered me with her own questions, and since turnabout was fair play, I answered all of them. Until she asked about club business, and I cut her a hard look. “I will always be honest with you, my little club princess, but you know as well as I do that club business is off-limits unless I’m given permission to share with you.”
She nodded and gave me a sheepish smile. “Can’t blame me for trying.”
“Can’t I? When I’m positive you know better?” I stepped up to the counter, right in front of her, and unfolded her legs. Then I moved to stand between them and grasped her hips to pull her as close as possible. “Or is this your way of begging for a spanking?”
Willa’s eyes grew as round as saucers, and her sexy little mouth formed an O. However, I couldn't help grinning when I saw heat spark behind the shock in her eyes.
“Hmm,” I rumbled low in my chest. “I’ll keep that in mind for when you’re all healed up.”
Still speechless, she just sat there and stared at me. She looked so adorable that I couldn’t help giving in to temptation and bent my head to brush my lips over hers. I should have known better. The moment I felt her velvety lips against mine, I yanked her forward and groaned when my cock nestled into the apex of her thighs. She was at just the right height for me to free my cock and slam it inside her virgin tight pussy. Her innocence was just a guess, but I was ninety-nine-percent sure I was right.
I steered my mind away from her hot center and dove my fingers into her hair, dislodging her bun. The pins holding it up scattered, and the locks tumbled down around my hands. My fingers curled in, clutching the strands to hold her in place as I angled my head and deepened the kiss. When I rocked against her, she gasped, and I took advantage, plunging my tongue into her mouth.
Fuck, she tasted amazing. Like sunshine and woman. I had no idea how I knew what sunshine tasted like, but somehow, I just did. And I was immediately addicted to it.
Willa moaned and leaned in toward me, sending bolts of lust straight to my cock.Fuck. I had to stop. I’d never forgive myself if I hindered her recovery in any way. I gave myself one more minute, gorging myself enough to last me a few days.
She whimpered when I pulled back, and I groaned as I laid my forehead against hers. “We have to stop, sweetheart. I don’t want you to be in pain.”
Willa sucked her bottom lips between her teeth and chewed on it. I used my thumb to free it, then swept the pad over the reddened flesh. “What if I’m already in pain?” she asked in a whisper.
“Pardon?” I had an inkling that she wasn’t referring to her head, and the thought caused me to swallow hard as my cock swelled to painful proportions.
She took my hand from her hair and guided it between her legs. “I hurt here.”
“Fucking hell,” I grumbled as I dropped my face into the crook of her neck. I couldn’t even give her some relief with my hand or mouth. She needed to avoid anything that would elevate her blood pressure and overtax her. “It kills me not to be able to satisfy you, sweetheart,” I rasped. Then I raised my head and looked her straight in the eye, letting her see the raw hunger plaguing me. “But I promise, the second I think you can handle it, you’re gonna be on your back with my cock buried as deep as it can go until you’re screaming my name in ecstasy.”
Willa’s breathing had become choppy, and I could see her pulse racing. “Shit.” I quickly stepped back and spun around, just in time to see the pot of noodles boiling over. Luckily, I got to them just before they were overcooked and inedible. I avoided looking at her the rest of the time it took to cook and serve our dinner.
The apartment had no dining area besides the island stools, but I spotted TV trays tucked in next to the couch. After settling Willa on the comfy cushions with a tray in front of her, I fetched our plates.
I handed her the remote control, and she clicked through the stations for a minute before navigating to a streaming app. When I saw the movie she chose, I laughed and shook my head. “You’re too fucking perfect, you know that?” She’d chosenThe Wild One, a black and white film from 1953 that starred Marlon Brando. It was one of my all-time favorite movies.
“I just can’t get enough of Johnny,” she sighed in a dreamy tone, making me jealous, which was fucking ridiculous. Until she added, “You remind me of him a little. Not just in looks, but the rebel in you.”
Mollified, I chuckled, “Rebel?”
“Yeah, you know. The buttoned-up doctor who follows all the rules, but underneath the white lab coat are leathers and a patch that reveals you’re actually a badass.”
Her description was a little exaggerated but not wholly wrong. The doctor and the biker were both a part of me, but for years, they’d often seemed like two separate entities. However, I’d decided who I was a long time ago, and now they meshed seamlessly.
“Stop trying to seduce me and eat your dinner,” I teased, amused when her cheeks turned bright red, and she stared at the TV like it was the most fascinating thing she’d ever seen.
I couldn’t remember laughing so much in my entire life, but with Willa, I couldn’t seem to stop. She was a breath of fresh air—funny, innocent, sweet—yet I knew there was a tough streak underneath all that sugar. Our club was a little different than most. A lot of my brothers were married with kids, and Mac, the prez, didn’t allow drugs or club bunnies on the compound. Even before he met his old lady, Brigit, who would cut off his balls and shove them down his throat if she saw one hint of that shit. The bitchy cattiness that came with club bunnies wasn’t found in our house, and the women rallied around each other as fiercely as the brothers.
If they thought Willa couldn’t handle things, they’d take her under their wing and try to toughen her up. I was looking forward to seeing her fake out the bikers and their women if they assumed she wasn’t strong enough to be with a Silver Saint.
Halfway through the movie, we finished our meal, and I took the dishes to the kitchen, then cleaned up the mess I’d made. Willa had curled up on the couch and fallen asleep a few minutes after I’d cleared her plate and the tray. It had been a few hours since her mugging, and I hadn’t seen any worsening of her symptoms, so I let her sleep.
With the kitchen finished, I strolled back over to the couch and shut off the television, then scooped her into my arms and carried her to the bedroom. Gently, I laid her down, but as I stood, I frowned. I had intended to go sleep on the couch, but what if she woke in the middle of the night and needed something? Besides, to be truly cautious, I really should wake her every few hours. It would suck to have to get up and come into the bedroom every time. It made more sense for me to just sleep in her bed too.
My frown turned upside fucking down. The bed was a twin, so I stripped to my boxers and climbed over her and settled on my side. Then I curled myself around her and fell asleep, more content than I’d ever felt.
5
WILLA
Inever would’ve expected that Kurt and I would comfortably fit together on my small bed, but I didn’t want to move an inch when I woke up and found myself cradled in his arms. I had vague memories of him waking me up a few times during the night to make sure my symptoms hadn’t worsened, but I had been too groggy to realize he’d actually joined me at some point. Now I had another reason to be pissed at the mugger—my concussion had made me miss out on sleeping with a guy for the first time. Even though last night never would’ve happened if I hadn’t gotten mugged in the first place. And nothing sexual had happened.
