Page 80 of Until the Ink Dries

“Shut up.”

He pulled me onto his lap, then pulled my panties to the side. Gripping my ass, he slid into my wet center with ease. A moan escaped my throat as he filled me with every inch of him.

I hissed. “Shit!”

We hadn’t had sex since the first time after our date and I needed him badly, even if it was in the back seat of my dad’s truck. Slowly, I lifted my hips to ride him, savoring the feeling of his length massaging my walls. His hands caressed my back as he stared into my eyes. I felt him unclasp my bra. Pulling the straps from my shoulders, he licked his lips before latching onto my nipple.

I moaned his name with such aching need. “Benny…”

I gripped the seat and tossed my head back, offering more of myself to him. His skilled hands roamed my body, his touch electrifying.

“Fuck, I missed this, Willow,” he declared, moving to the other nipple.

“Me too, baby,” I confessed, rolling my hips into him. “You feel so good.”

A hard slap to my ass caused me to bite my lip to keep from crying out. He smoothed the sting over before grabbing two handfuls of my cheeks and thrusting upward to meet me.

“Promise me you’re coming back,” he said, looking into my eyes. “Promise me that if I give you my heart, you won’t break that shit, Willow.”

I cupped his face, slowing my movements, but never ceasing.

“I promise,” I whispered. “If you want me, I’m yours.”

He kissed me roughly and passionately as he maneuvered me onto my back and buried himself back inside me. I clung to him as he delivered long, deep strokes to my middle.

“Ben—Benny! Fuck!”

Whimpers filled the car as he stroked me deeper still. I felt like he was trying to give me all of him and I would take it. As he rocked into me, I whispered my heart’s desires in his ear so that there was absolutely no confusion.

“I want you.”

“I need you.”

“I crave you.”

“I’m yours.”

As my walls suctioned around him, he let out the sexiest moan. I could feel him throbbing inside me. I threw my hips to catch his strokes and before I knew it, I was cumming hard, and so was he. His body gently collapsed against me. The weight of him was like a warm hug, grounding me back to reality.

Our eyes met, and we shared a long passionate kiss, our bodies still intertwined. There were no words needed in this moment. I was his and finally; he was mine.

It had been a few days now and Willow would be heading back to Sterling Point. I’m not gone lie, I was dreading the shit, but I was just as happy that she would be coming back to Rose Haven for good. It was crazy how different shit was between when she first got here to now.

I rode silently to her parents’ place since I told her I would make sure she got to the airport. I know her father had initially agreed to take her, but I wanted to be the one who took her. My need for her was increasing the more time I spent with her. I don’t know how the hell I was going to make it the entire time she was gone.

I finally made it to her parents place, so I parked in front of the house instead of the driveway. Willow’s father was outside washing his truck and cleaning the inside. I had to catch my smirk as I thought back to the way I was digging baby out in the backseat. I’m glad he was a man who didn’t play about his car maintenance.

The moment I stepped out of the car, I strolled over to speak. He turned to peer up at me with a smile. I tried to rid my thoughts of all the ways I was fucking his daughter, because if he knew, I’m sure he wouldn’t be this happy to see my ass. I had a daughter, and I didn’t want to think about the way I would have felt.

I reached a hand out to shake his. “Good morning, Mr. Dawson.”

He took my hand willingly and shook it.

“Good morning, and son, I think as many times as I’ve seen you on my front porch, we’ve passed all the formalities. Call me Will. I have to thank you for taking my baby to the airport. I wouldn’t have minded taking her, but this damn truck needed to be cleaned. I like to get a head start on things; not to mention, that child of mine has been driving it and doing who knows what.”

I brought my hand to my mouth briefly, then waved him off with a smile.

“It’s no problem. I can’t say I’m doing it just to help. It’s a bit selfish on my part, too. But I’m glad this is a temporary goodbye rather than a permanent one,” I told him honestly.

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