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Jack

I found Willow in the garden with Mack. She’d opted to take sessions from home, using the garden as her gym.

I watched from the kitchen as her fists snapped against his open palms. She spun around him like a spider weaving its web, breaking from his grip with more force than I thought her capable. Somehow, she flipped Mack over her shoulder, landing him on his back.

I took the break as my opportunity to join them outside. Poor Mack’s face was red and crumbled.

“Time out, you brute,” he gasped out.

Willow laughed easily. It was a sound that felt unlikely with all the drama whirling around her, but she still managed to laugh every day.

“Hey, lamb,” she called to me, stepping over Mack’s body on the mat he’d brought. She swayed towards me, stealing my cup of tea and taking a sip with a cheeky smile.

“Gorgeous girl.” I kissed her quickly. “How’s it going?”

“She’s a fucking machine,” Mack groaned as he stood. “I hear they’re looking for a new Bond, you’d be the perfect fit. They’d never see you coming.”

“Willow Bond has a ring to it,” I replied.

“So does Willow Lambert,” she muttered, smirking and catching me completely off guard. With my mug in hand, she sauntered into the kitchen, and I watched her go, swept up by the whirlwind of her words.

“She’s doing well.” Mack joined me, gulping on a bottle of water. “How are you?”

Still watching her roam around the kitchen, I replied, “Good, mate. You?”

“Nice try.” He elbowed me in the arm, and I looked at him properly. “How are you really?”

I blew out a loaded breath, providing time before I had to answer. The day after Willow’s late night scare, detectives were unwilling to help, claiming the footage wasn’t clear. It only irked me more that they implied her imagination was running rampant .

We’d spent the last week trying our best to live a normal life.

I couldn’t handle the idea of leaving her alone in the house, so returning to the office wasn’t an option.

I couldn’t complain too much, having my girl at my fingertips was heavenly.

But I could see the itch under her skin to start her life again, enjoy the people she loved and rediscover her dreams.

For the first time as a couple, we’d visited Jean in her care home.

She reported to have predicted our relationship since our first visit and was delighted at our progress.

Willow quietly informed the care home manager of the risks Cain faced, a necessary act, but I saw her heart break, nevertheless.

We were stuck in a fear-imposed prison.

“I’m shitting it, honestly. I have no idea how long this’ll last and no idea how to protect her if something does happen. I’d risk everything for her if I could, but—”

“You have a daughter. She wouldn’t want that either.” I sighed deeply.

She was on the floor now, Dickens over her like a rash. Others would shun him away, but she welcomed him with open arms. She was the most perfect, beautiful soul and I was terrified I’d lose her.

Like I’d voiced my concerns, Mack continued, “You’d be surprised how alike you two are.

My advice would be to talk to her. And if Cain does come by again?

I wouldn’t be so bold to assume she won’t fight for what she wants.

” He finished his water, patted my back and left through the kitchen, bidding his goodbyes to Willow.

My thoughts winded me, forcing me to sit on a garden chair. The prospect of anything penetrating the perfect bubble we’d created was irritating but losing her was even worse.

Willow joined me outside, a replacement tea in hand for the one she’d stolen. Placing it on the garden table, she plopped herself across my lap, swinging her arm around my neck. I pulled her in until she was an extension of me. Even having her in touching distance made me feel so much better.

“You okay?”

I breathed her in, nuzzling into her neck.

When I didn’t reply, she cupped my cheek and asked again.

Tears pricked at my eyes, and she shifted in my lap, her face concerned.

Words weren’t enough. All I wanted was to pour every ounce of love and emotion into her.

I took her lips in a punishing kiss. Right now, I needed Willow more than the need to breathe.

As I stood, her legs curled around my middle.

The kiss continued as I moved us inside, locked the door and rushed us upstairs.

She became as desperate as I was. I placed her on the bed and tugged her socks, leggings, and underwear off as she focused on her sports bra. Removing my clothes, I finally joined her on the bed, returning my mouth to hers .

Her moans were a chorus I never wanted to end, her body a fantasy I’d willingly lose myself in, teasing her perfect skin and enjoying the contractions of her muscles under my lips.

Kissing just north of her divine pussy, her hands tangled in my hair and desperately tried to push my head south.

The knowledge that my girl yearned for me as much as I did for her felt miraculous.

Eventually I relented, treating us both to a sensually filthy lick from the bottom to top of her opening, proud she now trusted me with this space.

With every flick of my tongue, sparks danced across my scalp as she pulled against my grey strands in ecstasy.

My dick bobbed against the bed at her moans.

Her swollen clit called to me like a beacon of desperation and desire.

Pushing two digits inside her and my lips to her clit, Willow cursed.

I recognised the shudder through her body as evidence she was nearing her orgasm. I chased that more than I did my own.

“ Fuck — Jack — Fuck! ”

Her body jerked in the air. I loved how Willow’s body reacted, I fucking loved it. What was unexpected was the gush of liquid that covered the lower half of my face.

Doused in her, I crawled up her body. Just as I was about to wipe my mouth, she pulled me in by the neck and kissed, savouring her taste on my lips.

Coating my dick in her slickness, I pushed inside her slowly.

I swallowed every single moan, desperate to keep them for myself and cherish them as a gift. She trusted me to care and protect her, and I was terrified I couldn’t achieve the latter, but I knew wholeheartedly that I could love Willow Jean Thornton with every fibre of my being.

Despite her efforts to speed me along, I kept my thrusts slow and intentional, each one screaming my feelings. Her fingers dug into my scalp, pressing my mouth to hers. With a thumb to her clit and a nibble to her lip, she detonated.

Her moans formed into a melody and before long, her body clenched around mine, releasing her second orgasm with a soulful groan.

“I love you, baby. I love you so much,” I muttered into the soft skin of her cheek, grinding through my own climax.