Page 178 of Beneath the Mountain Sky
It’s a lie.
And the one thing I’ve told her every day is that she can’t shut me out.
If Willow shuts me out, it will lead us into a very bad place, somewhere we might not ever be able to recover from.
I tilt her chin back until her eyes meet mine. “Don’t lie to me, Honeybee.”
Her eyes soften. “I’m okay, really. Just, you know…everything.”
“I do know.”
Even without her saying it.
It’s been hard for me to maintain any level of control or semblance of normalcy. Nearly impossible to keep myself even-keeled when I want to destroy something in retaliation for what happened to her. Even taking my axe out into the woods for hours, slamming it into trees until my palms bleed, or going to my shop and carving hasn’t been enough of an outlet.
Nothing can cure this pain.
Nothing can undo what’s been done.
But what she needs right now is a distraction, an outlet for the maelstrom of feelings that seems to be occupying her head tonight.
I brush my lips across her cheek, over to her ear, as I push my hips against her ass until she can feel my growing cock. “I can think of a way to make you feel better, Honeybee.”
It might not be a permanent solution, but in this moment, all I can do is try to fix the now.
She groans slightly and rolls her hips back against mine.
We haven’t touched each other, not like this at least, since we found Niall.
Too exhausted, physically and emotionally.
Too distracted by taking care of him and dealing with the fallout of what we discovered beyond the gorge.
But I know what she needs right now, what I need.
We need to feel alive again.
We need to take control of our lives by giving in to the one thing that has always brought us the closest to each other and sheer bliss.
I nip at her ear. “I need you to be quiet.”
Willow issues a little moan, her hands snaking back between us to grip my cock as I glide one down across her belly, under the waistband of her sleep shorts, into her cunt.
Rough fingertips find her slick heat, and my chest rumbles in approval. “Already so wet for me, Honeybee.”
She whimpers again and bites her lip to try to silence herself.
The last time I asked her to be quiet, we were in the woods and I had her pinned against that tree. She couldn’t do it then, not in the end. Hopefully, she can tonight, or Niall will wake up, and that could really interfere with my plans.
I still my hand, pausing to ensure he hasn’t woken already.
Willow rolls her hips in my hold, seeking friction I refuse to give her. Her deft fingers stroke my cock through the soft fabric of my sweatpants, but she eagerly slips her hand beneath the waistband so she can spread the bead of pre-cum across the head.
Somehow, I manage to fight back a groan.
God, I love this woman.
Her kiss.
