Page 16 of Locked Up by The Libra
“Do you want me to stay, Watt?”
“God, yes, I want you to stay. I never want you to go.”
“Watt…were you going to arrest me?”
Chapter Eight
Watt
Thinking about Willa in handcuffs should not turn me on.
Of course, it does. Thinking of her bare beneath me, shackled to my bed while I spend hours between her thighs, turns me on until it hurts. I have every intention of using my cuffs on her. At least, if she will let me because there is anger flaring in her pretty blues.
“Uh…. what? Why would you think that?”
“Are you or are you not a police officer?”
In my chest, my heart goes still. I am worried for a moment I might die with her sitting on my lap, half naked. Not a bad way to go, I suppose. It kicks into overdrive as I sit there a little longer than I should.
“Watt!”
“Yes, I am. I am the Sherriff here in Driftwood.”
Willa’s soft body tenses before she pushes me back from where I had nuzzled against her chest. Her big eyes shimmer in the darkness. Fuck. I don’t know if I can stand seeing her cry. Knowing it is my fault she could be hurting would wreck me.
“That day at the hotel, were you there for me? Because I was here to protest the landing?”
Blinking, I shake my head. No way can I let her think we started on a lie. I guess we started on an omission. “No. No, I was looking for a young girl who had spent last week robbing half the stores in town. We heard she was at the hotel. Yes, I was on the job when we met. No, I was not looking for you. But, sweetheart, I am so damn glad I found you.”
“Why lie to me, Watt? Once you found out why I came here, you should have told me. Because if I had gone up there to protest, ignored what the girls had said about Felle Landing being sustainable, would you have come up there to arrest me?”
Dipping my head, I bounce a shoulder. If Keller had called me, yeah, I would have had to arrest her. “They never pressed charges on Quinn or the other girls, sugar. If I had to come up there to stop you, I would have made sure they never pressed charges.”
Pushing off my lap, she yanks the zipper of my hoodie with a harsh snort of a laugh. It’s still cute. Still, I sense it would be bad to smile at her because I think so. Briefly, I watch her bare, juicy ass sway before I realize she is pissed and storming away from me.
Following her from the living room down the hall, I am panicked. I should have told her the first night she came here. Or when I found her in town. What was I thinking not coming clean?
“Willa, sweetheart can we talk about this?”
Stepping inside the bedroom I was just getting used to sharing, I see her bag on the bed. For a moment I can’t breathe. My hoodie is gone, some white leggings and a bright pink sweatshirt in its place. As I watch in silence, she shoves the few things she has unpacked back into her bag.
Going to her, I grab her wrists to stop her, yanking her against me. I am half-dressed and still hard from us fooling around in the kitchen. Damn it to hell, I wish were had gotten to the popcorn, movie, and cuddling on the couch instead of winding up here.
“What is there to talk about? You say you want me here but we’re still strangers. I get that it might be hard to share things, hard things, but what you do every single day? Who you are? You should have told me. Especially when you found out who I was.”
“What do you mean when I found out who you were?”
“When I told you who I was,” she states, turning to stare at me. Something flashes in her eyes. Oh, I fucked up. Fear filled my words, shame about how I had found out who she was. “Holy shit. Oh my God, did you know who I was that first day? Not just another protester but…that I was a Duchane? What did you do, Watt?”
Shaking her head, she throws her hands up. Going back to her bag, she shoves a few things in while cussing. Again, it is so cute I just stand and watch. I am going to love riling her up for the rest of our lives. My spoiled little princess is going to learn that fighting it out just turns me on.
“Did I go to my office to look up your plates? Damn right I did, sugar,” I answer, going behind her, grabbing the back of her neck roughly. Her little gasp makes my dick jerk but it’s the thrum of her pulse that excites the beast inside me. He wants her to be a little scared. Because she gets so wet, so needy when I push her this way. “Did I sit in my cruiser watching your hotel room? Also, yes. I fucked my fist wishing it was your tight little pussy. Weren’t you looking for me, sugar? Coming to the window half naked, showing off your perfect tits. After I scolded you for opening the door to me bare.”
“Watt, stop it,” she pants even as her ass pushes back against my hard cock, my boxers doing nothing to keep him under control.
“Tell me you didn’t go to bed with your hand in your panties, wishing I had come back. I should have come knocking. I could still taste your cum on my tongue. I needed a minute to get right with what was coming.”
“What do you even mean? You broke the law, you lied, you stalked me, you…oh God,” her indigence turns to a throaty moan when I yank at her leggings, shoving my hand between her thighs.
