Page 8 of Boy Next Door at Mountain Creek Ranch
She disappears down a small hallway, leaving me in the tiny living room. I look around at the cozy space. Her apartment smells like sugar and cinnamon, probably from the desserts baked downstairs. Pictures are hanging on the wall in all different shapes and sizes. The images of Willow with her family remind me how much each of us has to lose. We are both so close to our families, and I can imagine neither one of them is eager for this date to turn into anything more.
I turn away and see our old yearbook sitting on the coffee table in front of the couch. I sit down and pick up the book. I flip through the pages, looking for Willow. I find her photo between Maggie Hansen and James Hudlow. It's a picture I know too well, having spent many hours of my youth staring at it. She looks a lot like she did back then, same great smile and dark red hair. I flip the pages to find my picture, wondering how much I've changed. When I get to the pages with all the students with the last name that starts with the letter M, I quickly find my picture. Someone, I can only assume Willow, has drawn a red heart around my smiling face.
It thrills me to know that Willow had feelings for me back then too. But just as soon as the happiness hits me, sadness hits me as well. How much time have we lost over the last twenty years because of some feud with our families?
“All set,” Willow says, walking into the living room, but freezes when she sees the yearbook in my hand.
I stand and turn the book around to show her my picture with the heart.
“You liked me back then?” I ask.
She bites her lip and looks down. “I had a little bit of a crush on you.”
"Then, I should probably admit that I had the biggest crush on you back then too."
Her head snaps up. “You did?”
“I would have thought it was obvious.” I shrug. “As much as I tried to keep it a secret, lots of people knew how I felt about you. Especially after I went crazy jealous and punched Pete. My motivation wasn’t only because he was talking about you behind your back.”
The corner of her mouth ticks up in amusement. She walks over to me and drops her tiny purse onto the coffee table. She takes the yearbook from my hand too and tosses it next to the bag. She’s standing so close to me that I can feel the heat coming off her body. It takes everything inside me not to loop an arm around her and pull her against me.
“When did your feelings for me return?"
“They never went away,” I admit.
WILLOW
I can't believe what I'm hearing from Beau. So many times in the past week, I've experienced moments with him that I only dreamed of, but this one takes the cake. I thought I was the only one that felt the way I did for as long as I did, but that isn't true. Beau felt them too. Something comes over me. A need to finally take control of my feelings for him and what I want to do with them.
“Are you hungry?” I ask, running my hand up the hard wall of his chest. I can feel every hard-contoured muscle, even through the fabric of his shirt.
“Not for food,” he answers, his voice rough with emotion.
“Good.” I push him down onto the couch. “Because I think we’ve waited long enough for this.”
He watches with rapt attention as I lift the side of my dress and tug down at the lace fabric of my panties. The pupils in his eyes widen so much his eyes look almost black. I kick my panties aside and kneel my right knee on one side of his legs and then the other. Unlike the other night when I was in this same position, only his jeans separate us.
He rests his palms against my legs and runs his hands up my bare thighs. He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down quickly.
“You sure about this?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
I lean close to him and kiss his neck just below his ear. His body is already starting to react beneath mine. His hard cock straining against the confines of his jeans. His heart hammering beneath my hand pressed against his chest.
“I’m so ready for this, aren’t you?” I whisper in his ear.
He takes in a deep breath of air one second before his final thread of restraint snaps. His arms wrap around me and pull me against him. I moan against his mouth as his hips flex beneath me.
Beau's hands slide up my legs to grip my ass, his hips thrusting against me again. I can feel everything, but I want so much more. There is time for slow and savoring each other for later. Right now, it's frantic and all-consuming. My need to be with him pushes me. I grind my hips over his hard cock, the pleasure already inside me building to new levels I didn’t know I could go to.
Beau reaches behind his head and pulls his shirt off in one quick yank. I run my hands down his chest, unable to get over his hard body. I reach between us to unbuckle his pants as he tries to lift my dress off over my head.
“Hang on,” I laugh and lift my arms, giving up on his buckle for the moment.
Beau tosses my dress aside and reaches behind me to unhook my bra. He kisses the swell of each of my full breasts as he works. The clasp gives, and my breasts drop free of the wired restraints. A look of eager lust flashes in Beau’s eyes.
“The things I’ve fantasized about doing to them.” He pushes his face in between them.
I sigh, letting my head roll back in ecstasy. I grind my hips to ease the ache between my legs, but I need more of him. I reach back down and tug wildly at the stubborn buckle until it releases. I reach inside his pants and grip the warm shaft of his cock.
