Waiting for Willa (Big Sky, #3)(54)

“Is that so?”

“You have sexy powers,” she continues, making me snort. “No, really. Screw the money; it’s this body and your hands and the way you smirk at me.”

She’s in a blue sundress with a denim jacket that she brought along for when we reach Montana. It won’t be warm enough, but now I’m eternally grateful for the easy access as my hands slide under the dress to find her ass naked.

“You’re not wearing anything under there.”

“I’m wearing a bra,” she says. “Because you know, mom boobs.”

“Hey, I like your boobs.” I dip my head to kiss one, just out of principle. “Don’t dis your tits.”

She’s grinding against me, sending me into crazy town, which seems to be easy for her. All she has to do is look at me, and I’m hard as a rock.

It seems some things never change.

Finally, she slips over me, taking me inside her, and begins to ride me like a woman possessed.

“You feel so damn good,” she groans, her fingers in my hair. “Who knew plane sex could be so fun?”

“Not me,” I reply and hold onto her hips, guiding her. “But we’re going to do this more often, I’ll tell you that right now.”

“Oh, good.” She tips her head back, a sure sign that her orgasm is close. “Jesus, Max, I’m gonna come already.”

I reach back and tickle her anus, which is something new I learned this week that drives her wild. She gasps and spasms around me, milking me with an intense orgasm, and just as she starts to come out the other side, I follow her, pushing up and grinding my pubic bone against her clit.

Once I’ve caught my breath, I set her on the seat next to me and walk back to the restroom to get a wet cloth and a dry towel to clean us up.

“That was fun,” she says with a wicked grin after I dispose of the towels.

“Agreed.”

“I love you, Max.”

My gaze whips to hers, surprised and elated to hear the words.

“I know it’s not a super romantic time to say it, but I do. And I’m grateful for every minute with you, at home and anywhere else.”

I scoop her up again, cradling her to me, and kiss the fuck out of her.

“I love you, too, Wills.” I tip my forehead against hers. “I never stopped loving you, all these years.”

She blinks slowly, soaking it in.

“Same here.” She sighs. “I felt guilty about that for a long time.”

“You carry around too much guilt.”

She nods. “I do, you’re right. I guess I worry about hurting others, and if I’d admitted before that I still loved you, it would have hurt Cary, his parents, and me. Because you weren’t mine anymore.”

“I’m yours now.” I kiss her cheek, her jaw, and then her lips. “I’m always going to be yours.”

She grins and snuggles against me. “Oh, good, because if there was a blond bimbo, I’d have to kill her, and I look horrible in orange.”

“Not to mention, you can’t get spa treatments in prison.”

“And that would be awful.” She giggles. “I miss Alex. It sounded like he was having a good time with Jean and Dan. Jean said he’s been good for her, and he did his homework without an issue.”

“Good.” She nestles herself under my chin. “I’m sorry he’s been difficult lately.”

“I think it’s a phase,” she replies softly. “It’ll pass. Maybe he’s having a tough time adjusting to having a guy around. He loves you, and is always excited to see you, but it’s an adjustment all the same.”

“True.” I nod, thinking it over. “Do you want me to have a talk with him?”

“If the moment is right, and you want to talk to him, it won’t bother me,” she says. “Oh, and I spoke with Tom right before we went to California. I forgot to tell you in all the excitement. He still doesn’t have an ETA on my car.”

You have a car. But I don’t say it. She can keep the Rover. I know she likes it; she just won’t ask for it. Which is another thing I love about her.

“Like I said, there’s no rush on that.”

She nods. “Thanks.”

“You don’t have to thank me.” I kiss her hair. “Do you want to nap a bit before we land?”

“Can I stay in your lap?”

“Of course.”

“Then, yes. I want to nap.”

***

“Hi, Jean, how are things?” Willa asks from the car on the way to her house. “We did land, and are on the way to my house now. We should be there in about ten minutes or so. Do you want to bring Alex to the house, or should I come and get him? …That would be awesome, thank you. …What do you mean?”

I glance at her as her voice changes to concern. She looks at me with wide, brown eyes.

“How long has he been throwing up? Oh, gosh, Jean. I’m so sorry. …Okay, see you then.”

“What’s up?”

“Alex has the flu.” She rubs her fingers over her forehead. “I wish she’d told me. He’s been throwing up for twenty-four hours.”

“Do we need to go get him?”

“No, they’re bringing him home.”