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Willow

As quickly as I opened the door, it slammed shut. I felt the warmth of his body behind me, and I froze.

Not in the way I had with Cain.

I was scared to move. Like we were on the precipice of something big and neither of us wanted to ruin it.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Jack’s deep voice grumbled in my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. This moment should have reignited so many terrifying memories from my previous relationship, but there was nothing terrifying about Jack’s close proximity.

“I didn’t think—” I whispered.

“You’re right. You didn’t think.” Firm hands landed on my hips, spinning me round, until my back was flush against the door. Jack’s jaw was tense, his eyes piercing into mine. “Did you really think I’d share my feelings for you with my mother before I did you?”

Blood pumped in my ears. I wasn’t sure what I’d heard, but it couldn’t be that Jack had feelings for me.

“What?” I breathed.

“Of course we’re friends, we always have been, and we always will. But I also have very unfriendly feelings for you.”

“You do?”

“I always have, Willow.”

“You have?” His face softened as the web untangled before my eyes. He nodded.

“The second you walked into your interview, I stopped breathing. I watched you nibble on your bottom lip in awe and wished I could touch where your hair brushed your neck.” Our eyes bounced around each other’s faces, his arms were braced around my head against the door.

“Every single day since, I’ve yearned to be the one to claim every laugh, replace your sleeves as the thing your fingers fiddle with when you’re nervous and feed into your vintage sweater collection.

I want to learn every single thing about you, and I know I’ve failed with that, but I promise you, I’ll make it up to you in buckets.

You’re absolutely fucking perfect, Willow.

” He brushed his thumb over my bottom lip, watching its movement.

I’d stopped breathing at some point, and I took a deep shuddering inhale as he continued.

“I’ve spent the last six years falling, tumbling overwhelmingly head over heels in love with you.

I’m guessing you overheard one thing and jumped to a conclusion, am I right, sweetheart?

” He wasn’t mocking me, he was so gentle and curious as he searched my eyes.

I nodded. “What you didn’t hear is that I’d decided to tell you how I felt tonight, even if you didn’t feel the same way.

I had to tell you. And I don’t expect you to feel the same way or anywhere near as deeply, but something tells me you feel something relatively mutual. ”

My mind reeled with his revelation. Jack bloody Lambert had feelings for me since the second we met.

“I know I’ve just unleashed a lot of feelings on you.

And I know you’re going through unimaginable things at the moment, and if you want to wait until this is over, I’ll absolutely wait for you.

Our friendship won’t be impacted, and you can still li—” I pressed a finger to his lips, and they formed a squished pout.

He looked adorable with his wide hazel eyes.

“I think—” I started quietly before clearing my throat to sound as confident as I felt.

“I think you underestimate how long my feelings have been simmering underneath the surface.” He inhaled a sharp breath as he registered my words.

“I do need you, Jack. I need you like the ocean needs the moon. But I want you even more.”

A strangled noise erupted from his throat and before I knew it, his mouth was on mine.

Blood rushed in my ears, a brass band-like explosion of celebration.

Every nerve was on edge as his arms curled round my back, pulling me into him.

His lips were soft, but the way he used them was firm, like he knew exactly what he wanted and how to get it.

Pulling him down with my arms around his neck to deepen the kiss, my claw hair clip dug into my scalp from the pressure against the door, eliciting a whine from the mild pain.

Understanding wordlessly, his hand moved from my waist and unclasped it, dropping it to the floor and allowing my hair to tumble around my shoulders.

He started to pull his lips away, offering lighter kisses and I moaned.

“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop, Jack .” He chuckled between his kisses. He pulled back completely, and I groaned, opening my eyes to find him smirking down at me. “Give me your lips back, please?” I blinked, giving him my best puppy eyes .

“If I don’t stop now, I won’t stop at all.” He kissed my neck, his hands roaming over my lower back, teasing his fingers over the very top of my butt. “I’m trying very hard to be a gentleman, sweetheart.”

I grunted, pulling his face to mine until I could caress my lips against his. When I pulled back this time, he grumbled too.

“I think you’ve been the perfect gentleman for far too long, Jack Lambert. I want you and I want every single inch of you.”

I raised a brow, smirking and a growl rippled from his chest until his lips were on mine again in a harsh, punishing kiss. He crouched down, placed his arms under my legs and hauled me into the air until I squealed.

“My girl gets what my girl wants. Who am I to argue?”

My girl. Oh my god.

He blindly stumbled around the room, our tongues tangled, and moans filled the room, until we finally found the bed and landed on the soft mattress. Our bodies bounced against each other, but our lips never parted.

Jack pulled himself up, holding his weight on arms and started to drag my sweater over my head. I helped him and after throwing it somewhere, I found him staring at the tiny pyjama set I’d begrudgingly put on. I wasn’t begrudging it now, that’s for sure.

“Holy shit,” he mumbled, dragging his hands down the soft material on my chest and torso, down my hips and onto my bare legs. “I’m glad you’ve not worn this to bed for the past month. I don’t think I’d have coped.”

I giggled.

“It’s new – the only set Elle packed for me.” Using my feet, I pushed his arse until he landed on top of me again.

“Remind me to buy Elle some flowers, she’s my knight in shining armour,” he muttered into my mouth. The kiss continued, as his hands greedily explored my body.

His hands slipped under the thin camisole, caressing my stomach. My muscles contracted beneath, unused to his touch, and when he reached my breasts, he groaned with relief.

Pushing the silky material over my head and arms, he beamed at me like I was the only source of light.

It filled me with all the confidence I needed as I lay topless for him.

My nipples were rock hard, and the friction of his shirt was painful.

Gradually, he kissed down from my neck, servicing each nipple with perfect kisses and nibbles until I squealed.

“These are as perfect as I imagined. Better,” he muttered into the soft skin. My hips bucked, desperate for any kind of traction as he lowered his lips.

“Such a greedy girl. What do you need?” he muttered into my stomach .

“I need you, Jack,” I moaned, my fingers pulling his thick hair. “ Fuck , I’ve dreamt of this.” Nipping my stomach with his teeth, he chuckled.

“I know.”

I froze, my hands falling to my side, my head snapping up until I was glaring at him. Hovering above his new favourite place, he grinned unapologetically. “Excuse me?” I squealed an octave higher than usual.

“I woke to someone screaming my name through a sleepy orgasm.”

My arms flew to my face, hiding it with humiliation.

“Oh my god, that’s so embarrassing.” He continued kissing down my stomach, breathing out a laugh against my skin.

“It was perfectly torturous.”

His eyes flicked to mine as I peeped through the cracks of my arms, and his expression shifted. “We can stop if you feel uncomfortable.” That caught my attention, and I reached my hand out to cup his cheek, offering a soft smile.

“Absolutely fucking not.”

He snapped from understanding to devious and pushed up, pulling my shorts down my legs, groaning like he was unwrapping a present he’d waited for all his life. Once the shorts were discarded, he leant down and placed a soft kiss to my pelvis.

As delicious as it felt, panic coursed through me at the prospect of him kissing down there , and I pulled at his hair to garner his attention. I shook my head.

“Lips up here please.” He raised a brow, but didn’t question me. His lips were on mine in a matter of seconds, swallowing every moan as his fingers grazed the opening, not quite where I needed but he knew that. Jack Lambert was a tease.

“Please, Jack. Touch me, I need to come.” He groaned and gave me everything I needed.

A finger pushed inside me, and I gasped as he grinned, his thumb toyed with my clit, and soon another finger joined it.

“So fucking wet, sweetheart.” He curled his fingers, watching with awe and anticipation at every reaction. Moans fell and my hips met every thrust as I rode higher and higher to the climax I desperately needed.

His fingers worked like he was playing his favourite instrument, and I was his melody. It was so overstimulating, I’d lost track of who I was and what I wanted.

“You look so good like this. Taking whatever I’ll give you,” he whispered, his eyes darting around my body like he couldn’t decide what to focus on.

“Ohmyfucking god. ” A tidal wave of pleasure surged through me. I wasn’t focusing on anything but Jack’s fingers and his murmurings in my ear.

Gradually, I became aware of his groans, like he was as out of control as I was. He pulled his fingers out, crawled over me until he pressed his forehead into mine and kissed me hard .

“Jesus Christ, that hasn’t happened in like thirty years,” he panted. My eyes snapped open as he pushed off me.

“Did you just—”

“Come in my pants? Yes, but I couldn’t help it, sweetheart. Watching you fall apart for me, I had no chance.” He brushed my chin with his fingers, his eyes holding so much love.

“That’s so fucking hot.” I grappled with his belt, while he laughed at my urgency.

As I worked to undo his jeans, he pulled his shirt over his head, standing to remove his jeans and socks, before returning his attention to me.

I gaped at him like he was my next meal.

His torso was perfectly chiselled flickers of dark hair from his belly button under his waistband.

His white boxer briefs failed to hide what he was packing, especially with the stained release from moments before. I couldn’t take my eyes off it.

“It’s rude to stare, sweetheart.” Jack smirked as he sauntered back to me, covering my body with his.

“You’ve got an iron bar between your legs. It’s impossible not to stare.”

“Who knew perfect Willow Thornton was such a horny girl?” He laughed, kissing my neck, face and lips. The more he touched, the more he desired. Despite already coming, Jack’s craving for me didn’t relent.

“Shit. I didn’t plan for this, I don’t have a condom.” He perched himself above me, his hands framing my head as his mind reeled. I smiled and caressed his stubbly jaw, my thumb brushing the apple of his cheek.

“It’s okay. I’m on the pill. I was tested at the hospital, so I’m happy to go without if you are? No pressure tho—” Before I could finish, his boxers were flying to the floor and our mouths connected, shutting any questions down.

“I haven’t slept with anyone in a long, long time. I'm clean. I want you, sweetheart. I need you.”

While he writhed against me, I frantically searched for more friction.

He eased back and rubbed the crown through my pussy, groaning at the slither of contact.

As he edged in, my head snapped back, relishing the sultry ache of his size.

He wrapped my ankles around his waist and shifted further, falling forward until his arms bracketed me.

“Nearly there, baby. You’re doing so well.” His words. His body. It was a sensory-fucking-overload.

When he finally bottomed out it was the most excruciating torture. We held each other, frozen. My arms flopped lazily wrapped round Jack’s neck, fingers tangled in his hair, tugging on the greying strands.

“Jack?”

“Yes, sweetheart?” he whispered .

“If you don’t move soon, I’ll combust.” He let out a strangled chuckle, before pulling out and slamming back in. Jesus Christ.

“Can’t have you exploding all over my dick, can we?”

He picked up the pace, relishing in every reaction the thrusts evoked. Soon, my heels were digging into his hips, desperate for the promised release. His thrusts became choppier, our moans louder.

Gripping onto the sheets around my face, Jack’s mouth flopped open, his eyes wide in awe, and I couldn’t help but get lost in them.

The kind warm eyes that loved me no matter what, were now blazing with lust and heat.

I pulled him in to my neck, wrapping my arms around his back and hauling my legs higher, shifting the angle until his cock reached deeper.

“Willow… I can’t— ” he grumbled in my ear, face buried in my neck.

“ Come ,” I begged.

He pulled back and slammed hard . We were both desperate to reach the divine orgasm that only the other could offer. I screamed his name, shuddering around his dick as he jerked through his own orgasm.