Page 29 of Finding Home (Willow Valley #1)

TWENTY-NINE

CHLOE

N ot only did Everett Lawson fuck me thoroughly, but he also washed my hair and every inch of me in the shower before running a brush a through my hair, and now he’s holding me as we curl up in his bed, my finger lightly dusting over his chest as I listen to his heart beat.

“Do you think you’d have made a move if I hadn’t told you to stop being so possessive?” I ask.

His hand pauses from running through my hair for a second before he says, “I would have done something soon, probably. You were breaking me down without even knowing it. Last weekend when you sent me that picture, I almost got in the car and drove all the way out there to throw you over my shoulder and bring you back here. Then you got more flirty, and I was loving seeing that side of you again. You seemed to hide it after I came back to Willow Valley. It was nice to see it come back out.”

I nod. “I thought about that night a lot after you left my place. Seeing you back in town was a shock. I think that seeing you after what we had done left me asking more questions and protecting myself.”

“I get that. If anyone understands trying to protect yourself, it’s me.”

I can’t help my smile. I put my chin on his chest and look up at him. “You said you have a list of things I like on your phone, can I see it?”

He runs his free hand over his face. “I did say that, didn’t I?”

I grin wider and hold out my hand. He grabs his phone and pulls up the app before handing it to me. I sit up, holding the blankets to my chest.

North

Favourite colour - yellow

Favourite season - spring

Youngest of two, older brother Grayson

She loves her town. she’s dedicated to her family and friends

Favourite food - green bean soup

Don’t let her food touch, if it does, she’ll immediately separate it before eating

Favourite music - depends on mood

happy - pop, anything upbeat

in her thoughts - slow, tends to lean to country

Things that make her feel better

book

horses

having her hair played with

Ideal night - having someone read to her and play with her hair and then cuddles

Safe place to land

I’m wiping tears when I look back at him, and he quickly sits up, cradling my face and brushing them away with his thumb.

“Some of these are from the night we met,” I say.

He nods. “I couldn’t get you out of my head. So I started putting things into this note.”

“You, Everett Lawson, are not the grump you let everyone think you are.”

He shakes his head. “Only to you. Everyone else can fuck off.”

I chuckle and hand him his phone back. I don’t ask about the new nickname he has for me, because I have this gut feeling it’s going to break me, and I’m not ready for that.

I curl back into his side and take a deep breath before I ask my next question, knowing it could change everything, for good or bad.

“Should we talk about what this means for us? What we are.”

His hand resumes its movements through my hair.

“What do you want us to be?” he asks.

“I don’t want this to be just sex. I can’t have it be just sex.” I gnaw my lip, readying myself for my next confession. “I have too many feelings already involved for this to be just sex.”

“Good,” he says, and silence fills the room.

I wait, expecting him to say more, but he doesn’t.

I look up at him. “Good, that’s all you’re going to say?”

He lifts a shoulder. “I wouldn’t have slept with you tonight if I wasn’t ready for more.

I may not be great at it in the beginning, so I’m gonna need you to give me some grace.

But you’re already too ingrained in both my and Lila’s life for this to just be sex.

” He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear and leans down to kiss me.

This kiss isn’t like the one in Incahoots.

It’s slow and intimate. His lips brush over mine before he deepens the kiss.

He licks at my lips, and I open to him. My hand finds his hair, and I fist it, causing him to moan into my mouth, and I devour the sound.

The kiss turns from soft and intimate to needy and desperate.

I push at his shoulder, and he rolls onto his back as I move to straddle him. His hands find my hips as I grind myself on him. He hardens beneath me and slips just between my folds, the head of his cock grazing my clit.

“Fuck,” I mumble into his mouth, and he encourages me to grind harder against him.

I break the kiss. “Condom,” I pant. I spot the box on the nightstand and reach inside grabbing a few, scattering them on the bed, keeping one to open and roll it down his cock.

I lift up and position him at my entrance before slowly sinking down.

He stretches me in a way I’ve never experienced before.

He grips my hips tightly, and I stare down at him as I adjust to him filling me so well.

“You look so fucking perfect,” he says.

I roll my hips, and he groans.

I place my hands on his chest and slowly lift myself until I feel just the tip of his cock inside me and then fall back down, and we moan in unison.

He feels so fucking good. I take my time fucking myself on him, and he lets me.

He lets me use him like my own personal sex toy, and it’s a fucking turn on.

I kiss him as I grind my clit against his pubic bone, and he grabs a handful of my hair, creating just enough tension to bring pleasure with it.

My orgasm builds slowly, but I feel it in every part of me. From my toes up to my shoulders, my body tightens, and I know I’m about to detonate. Everett can tell, too, because he breaks the kiss and says, “I want to look at you as you come for me.”

I only manage to keep my eyes open for a few seconds before I’m squeezing them shut, the orgasm tearing through me. I collapse on his chest as I hear the last of his orgasm subside, and he kisses my forehead. I smile against him and let out a content sigh.

He gently slides me off him before heading to the washroom where I hear the sink run before he returns with a warm washcloth and cleans me before tucking me back into bed.

He joins me, and I curl into his side, realizing there’s nowhere else I’d rather be right now than right here in this bed with Everett.