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Jack

I woke to light, wet kisses on my dick. Each one so fleeting I was sure it was a dream, until warmth enveloped the length and a vibrating moan sent shudders through me. When I peeled my eyes open, I found a lump under the covers, bobbing up and down rhythmically with the pleasure.

“Willow, sweetheart.” I pushed the cover off to find her still wearing my jumper, eyes closed. “You don’t have to—fuck,” I groaned as her tongue flicked over the head. Her lashes fluttered as she glared up at me with lust in her eyes.

One hand was wrapped around the base of my dick, the other seemed to be between her legs.

Whimpers escaped her as she quickened her speed, and if she wasn’t careful, I’d explode inside her perfect mouth.

Before I could finish prematurely, I pulled her up by her underarms, her mouth popped off me.

I hauled her up my body until she straddled my hips.

Removing the jumper, her hard nipples welcomed me. What a way to wake up . Her eyes glazed as I took one nipple in my mouth, grazing it with my teeth, massaging her perfect peachy arse in both hands. Her hand in my hair pulled me back from her luscious breasts and towards her lips.

Between us her hand reached for my cock until it found her entrance, and when she slid down slowly, I couldn’t control my sounds. She was so warm, so tight and perfect. I looked up at her in awe. She was so beautiful, so perfect, and right now she was so mine.

Hands on my shoulders, Willow rose and fell with the perfect speed and weight. Her hot breath panted into my neck, just as her nails carved into my back.

Her pussy fluttered around my length and her expression morphed into blissful agony, her head hanging back.

Soon her legs lost their strength, her impatience clear in her frustrated whimpers.

“Arms around my neck, baby.” She did as she was told, and I shifted my grip to her hips to take control. The second I slammed her down, her moans became unrestrained and melodic, like she couldn’t keep it in .

For years I’d dreamt of the chance to love Willow like this. I’d resigned myself to a life of longing. But here I was, carnally bound to the woman of my dreams.

With each drop she chanted, “Yes, yes” and I knew I’d never stop trying to give her whatever she wanted. My balls pulled up and I slammed her down one last time and she shattered around me.

Stars flickered behind my lids as I released into her, grunting and groaning in her ear.

Her whimpers settled as I rubbed her back, easing us back down to reality.

Willow’s face shifted from my neck, placing her forehead against mine. We got lost in each other’s eyes while our heart rates steadied. My hands explored every inch of her soft body, amazed I was touching her like this.

“Morning, sweetheart.”

“Morning, lamb,” she whispered, kissing my nose just as my heart skipped a beat.

“Lamb?” I beamed at her.

“Mhm. I liked it. You’re Mr Lambert to everyone, but to me, my sweet lamb.” She batted her lashes shyly at me.

“I love it. Fuck, you’re adorable. Don’t go shy when my dick’s still inside you though.”

“Oh my god, Jack! ”

I laughed at her embarrassment, lifting her off me and onto the bed, our cum spilling between us.

On the bedside table, my phone vibrated with a notification.

I unlocked it for the first time since we arrived.

The notification itself was promotional nonsense, but it was the multiple camera notifications overnight that sent chills through me.

Cautious to avoid concern, I placed my phone face down on the bed.

“I’ll run you a bath to help those aching limbs.” I forced a smile, squeezing the foot nearest to me.

I settled Willow in a bath with so many bubbles the only visible body part was her beautiful, sleepy face.

“Gonna grab your bags. You’re mine tonight.” I winked as I kissed her lips and returned to the bedroom. I wasn’t lying. I went to her bedroom, collecting my phone on my way. I dialled Mike as soon as I shut the door. He answered within a few rings.

“Jackie, how’s Scotland?”

“Yeah, great thanks. Mike, can you do me a favour?” I got to the point.

“What’s up?”

“I set up cameras and a camera doorbell this week. We’ve woken up and I’ve got multiple notifications between one and two this morning. Some of the footage looked scarily lik—”

“Fuck.” Mike’s casual tone changed to match mine.

“Yep.”

“Have you told Willow?” Looking out the window over the front of the house, I dragged a palm down my face and groaned. “She’s so happy, I don’t have the heart to—”

“Why’s she so happy, Jackie?” He returned to his cheeky voice, and when I didn’t answer he assumed the truth. “You absolute dog .” I laughed, because it was amazing, she was amazing. “Was this a one night thing or—”

“No, no. There was a misunderstanding last night, and we got into an argument. But we’ve talked and—”

“Sounds like you’ve done lots of talking,” he cackled.

“—and we’re going to give it a go. Please don’t make this weird. We’re going to take it at her pace, and I want to talk to Frannie before anything major happens.”

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. I’ll pop round the house now. I’ll let you know. Go be with your girl.” The call ended and I beamed. Willow Thornton was my fucking girl.

I collected her things from the bathroom, stuffing them into the suitcase, and grabbed any rogue clothing I could find.

Before I zipped her bag, I found an old cricket bat under her clothes.

I vaguely recalled using it as a child but couldn’t understand how it would have found its way in there. Just as I finished, Mike called back.

“Doesn’t look like there’s anything other than the back and front gates open. Also doesn’t mean he wasn’t here. Not sure the police will do anything with just this. Just be careful? And tell Willow. She deserves the truth, and a lie isn’t how you want to start this, mate.”

“Cheers. You’re right, I just don’t want her to worry.”

“She’s going to worry either way. Better to be working with her than against her.”

I grunted my agreement and hung up.

Picking the bag up by its side handle, I returned across the hallway.

I heard her giggle before I even opened the door and found her against the pillows in a fluffy white towel, her damp, wavy strands over her shoulders, on FaceTime.

She stopped talking when I entered and placed her bag by the door, looking me up and down.

Blood ran south as her gaze hovered there, and she nibbled on her lip.

“What are you staring at Willow Thornton?” Elle’s voice came from the phone.

I smirked and she blushed. Fuck, she was beautiful all the time, but even more so when crimson spread across her cheeks and adorable nose.

Suddenly my phone rang – Elle. A group FaceTime request. I flipped it to show Willow, and she stifled a giggle.

Swiping, I accepted and waited for Elle’s face to fill the screen.

The second she did, and she saw my bare shoulders – all that I was willing to share – and the same wallpaper as Willow’s background, she let out a scream that could only be likened to a high-pitched foghorn, made worse by the fact my phone and Willow’s phone were within two metres of each other.

“ Christ —”

“ Elle —” we shouted in unison, rearing away from our phones.

“I knew this would happen! So what, here for a long time or a fun time? Ohmygod how cute are Jallow—”

“We want to enjoy each other’s company and see how things go. So, if you don’t mind, I’m going to enjoy my girl.” I hung up on my end, as did Willow, but not before another scream.

“ Holyfuck ‘my gir— ”

The call ended. I grinned at her, and she threw her phone, hiding behind her hands. I sat on the edge of the bed and removed them. She looked so carefree and happy, and I was about to crush it.

“So that’s two down. Only a couple more to go.”

She cocked her head, confused.

“Mike called. I can’t hide anything from him, sorry,” I said sheepishly.

“And?”

“He’s delighted. He’d warned me when you were in hospital not to bother unless you really wanted it too. He was looking out for us both.”

“I really want it. I really, really want you.” She crawled to me and straddled my lap.

“I know sweetheart, me too,” I whispered, brushing her hair over her shoulder, deciding to tell her about the cameras now rather than later. I’d hold her hand through it all if it meant she felt safe.

“What’s wrong, lamb?”

She held my cheeks in her warm, soft palms. I leaned into the touch and sighed.

“I don’t want you to panic—”

Her hands pulled away, I gripped her wrists to stop her. “So I need to panic—”

I pushed a finger to her lips.

“No, but you need to listen.” She nodded, fear creeping into her eyes.

“Before we left home, I installed cameras around the house. When you took your bath, I checked my phone and found notifications from the middle of the night suggesting activity. Based on the footage, it looks like Cain was hovering around.” In my arms, Willow shrunk, and my heart cracked in real-time.

“Mike has checked everywhere, and there’s no evidence of a break-in, but the gates were open.

I love how happy we are, but you deserve to know.

” Silence followed, and my stomach churned.

“Sweetheart, talk to me.” Her eyes bore into mine, but I waited.

She took a deep breath, then spoke .

“Fuck him.” I smirked and let her continue. “He’s taken up too much of my time and focus. I deserve to be happy, and I want to be happy with you, and our friends and the dogs. I choose to jump with you, over falling over him.”

“That’s my girl.” I beamed, brushing her cheek. She pushed my shoulders until I fell back, her towel fell away, and I knew I’d never regret making Willow part of my life.