Page 7 of Locked Up by The Libra
“Good. That will make this fun, sweetheart. Buckle up, rough roads where we’re going. These belong to me now. Don’t bother to wear them in the future, Willa.”
Winking at me, he presses the panties to his face, inhaling my scent from the damp silk. I moan as I watch his eyes flutter, his other hand palming his swelling cock through his jeans. Fuck,he’s so filthy. Why do I crave him being even dirtier? Just thinking of that deep voice muttering nasty things in my ear as he rails into me makes my thighs slick with need.
Rounding the front of the truck, he climbs in, pulling the panties around the stick shift of his truck. I laugh as the satin slides down the long stick. The visual is so sensual. Heck, every single thing he does has a sensual air to it.
And I am about to let him sneak me off to his secret place.
Chapter Four
Watt
Lying was never something I was good at.
Five years ago, I thought I was a good, honest man doing life the way you should. I had met a girl at the station, one of our dispatchers, I tried to romance her. Tried to do the things a woman likes: dates, flowers, gifts, the whole shebang. I thought that was the way you built a relationship.
Months into seeing one another, I knew I was missing something. We had necked a few times after a date. I even got my hands up her skirt once when I walked her to her door. The moment she asked me to spend the night with her, I knew I couldn’t do it.
Because that smart, sweet, stable woman never even made my pulse skip. Never made my dick hard. Even when she was rubbing her cotton panty covered pussy on it. There was nothing there. I couldn’t pretend there was to make something work. Can’t make something out of nothing.
Looking over at Willa, I am hard as stone. My pulse pounds and my blood pumps hot in my veins. I am so turned on I can barely keep the truck on the road. Willa had to look at me once to wake this beast.
All that will tame this beast now is me claiming her as mine.
“Willa, sweetheartclose your eyes. Play your game with me. When you saw me standing at your door….”
Taking a deep breath, she smiles over at me. “Watt is a leader who is lonely. Alone because no one has let him take the control he needs. By day he is proper and patient. Oh, the mayor. At night he prowls this little town seeking someone to be his little girl.”
Chuckling, I nod because, damn she called me. No more prowling for this beast, I just found my good little girl. We hit a dirt road, the big truck kicking up rocks and dirt so it’s hard to see where we’re going. I ignore the no trespassing sign because I am the man who would enforce it.
“Willa is alone because no one can handle her needs. Not spoiled princess needs,” I rasp as I watch the tremble of her thighs. How her chest heaves with her heavy breaths. “Mom and Dad had no idea how to love her so she ain’t sure how it even feels. No one wants to save her, so she keeps trying to save the world until someone does.”
Parking alongside the high fence that surrounds our small airport, I wait for her eyes to open. For her to call me an asshole or crawl in my lap to let me hold her. None of that happens. Without a word, she gets out of the truck, rounding the front. Standing in the headlights, she gazes up at the dark skies, her shoulders trembling.
Going out after her, I push her body gently, sliding my own behind her. Sighing, she lets me wind both arms over her front, my hands locking with hers at her soft stomach. My flannel warmed her up and I quite like seeing her in something that belongs to me.
Because since I laid eyes on her, I kind of feel she belongs to me.
“Where did you bring me, Watt?”
“Driftwood has a small airfield. Lot more traffic than you might expect. We can play your game with the flights that come and go. Or we can sit here in the dark while we both figure out what the hell is going on between us. Whichever you want most.”
Willa laughs softly, letting her arm fall back against my shoulder. Feeling bold, I dip my head to kiss her throat, biting back a groan when she rubs herself against me. Her head shifts, allowing me better access, so I spread teasing, nipping kisses down her throat and jaw. I bite at the curve of her shoulder, loving how her skin smells of me because of the shirt.
“Willa,” I growl, licking at the indents my teeth leave. “You mentioned me liking control. If I am being honest, I want control over your pleasure. We both know what I can do to you. I want you drunk with it. I want you wrung out from how good I will be to you. How hard I will make you come, how I will push you, how I will pull orgasms out of you.”
“Watt…no one else has ever made me come. I tried, a few times.” I growl, enraged at the idea of someone else touching her. Laughing, she pushes back against me, as if soothing me with her plump ass. It works. “It just never worked. So much of me has never worked.”
“Sweetheart, we worked last night. I still taste your sweet cream. It worked for us just fine.”
“I amso alone. When you came to my door…I knew you could do it. I wanted it so bad. I still do. I came here for stupid reasons. Too late for the protest party to even count. I need to grow up, to figure my life out.”
“Well, sweetheart you came to the right place for that. I came here for the same reason. Driftwood is a damn fine place to figure things out.”
Turning, I lift her atop the hood, chuckling when she lets out a little gasp of surprise. Climbing up after her, I move to lie back against the window, giving us a perfect view of the runway. Pulling her down on my lap, I let her tuck her soft, curvy body between my legs. Bending my head, I kiss her temple, sliding my hands beneath the flannel and her tank to feel her skin.
“Allow yourself some grace, sweetheart.”
As a comfortable silence fills the quiet, she sighs, her hands dropping to my thighs. Seeing a small Cessna begin takeoff, I tell her to watch. It eases down the runaway towards us, getting to takeoff speed. Going airborne, it sails over us with a ground shaking boom.
