the ranch, Willow seems to have been off the past few days. Even though I can’t put my finger on why, I do know one thing for sure, we’re getting married tomorrow. There’s absolutely no way I want her to have any doubts or cold feet. But at the same time, I want to marry her more than my next breath.
It would crush me if she decided she didn’t want to get married, but I’m also not going to force her into this either I don’t want her to feel like she has to get married just to have protection from whatever it is she’s running from. No matter what, I’ll protect her.
Once again we’re in the living room. She’s working on the quilt and I’m making some of the arrows for the bow. Without giving it too much thought, I decide it’s time to breach the subject.
‘You aren’t having cold feet, are you?’ I ask.
Immediately, she stops dead and looks up at me. ‘No, are you?’
At least now I have her full attention.
‘No, but you’ve just been off for the last few days. I want to make it very clear to you that you don’t have to marry me. Whatever happens, even if you decide not to marry me, I will protect you.’
The words feel like acid coming out of my mouth, but I know it’s the right thing to do. She must be considering my words because she sits there not moving or saying anything. Finally, she sets her quilt stuff down and walks over to me.
Her face looks so serious that I prepare myself for bad news. When she reaches me, I go to stand up, but she places a hand on my chest stopping me and then sits down in my lap straddling me.
Her hands run through my hair and then down to the side of my face to angle my face up to hers.
‘I want to marry you, and I will marry you.’ Without letting me respond, her lips are on mine kissing me gently.
Even though I’m trying to do the right thing, it’s just not possible when I have the taste of her on me.
When I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her into me, it feels right and perfect with her in my arms. As much as I hate it, I pull back after a moment.
‘I want to marry you too, sweetheart. More than you know. But I don’t want you to feel like you’re being forced into this just because you need my help. You’ll have that regardless.’ I’m hoping it sinks in.
‘I know that Bennett, I do. And I don’t want to marry you just for protection. I really feel something between us, maybe that’s why I’ve been off. When Emma was flirting with you and trying to get your attention, I absolutely hated it.’
‘You are the only girl that has my attention or will have my attention until my dying day. I can promise you that.’
That seems to earn me a huge smile and she leans in for another soft kiss.
‘Okay sweetheart, you need to get back to work. We need to finish these projects.’ In reality, the last thing I want is for her to get off my lap.
She seems just as reluctant, but she stands goes back over to work on her quilt. After our conversation, the old Willow is back. She’s flirting and looking at me with sexy heat in her eyes. Maybe we just needed to clear the air. Whatever it was, I’m glad she’s back.
The only problem is flirty Willow is damn hard to resist. She makes me so turned on, and I want nothing more than to take her here and now on the couch. But I made her promise that we’d wait till our wedding night, and I want her to know that she can always trust me and when I say something it’s the truth. I don’t want to ever give her reason to doubt my word. So, we’ll wait even if that means I continue suffer with the worst case of blue balls ever.
Flirting doesn’t stop one bit for the rest of the day and thank God we are getting married tomorrow. After dinner, I can tell she’s just as turned on as I am by the way she’s rubbing her thighs together and the outline of her nipples under her shirt.
She’s sitting in the living room trying to read a book, but she keeps biting her lip and rubbing her thighs together. Finally, I just can’t take anymore.
I’m in front of her before she realizes it and pulling her leggings down and spreading her legs wide.
‘Bennett!’ she squeals.
‘I can tell you’re in need and it’s driving me crazy,’ I tell her my voice more gruff than normal as I settle between her thighs.
She sets her book down and relaxes in the chair. My first taste of her proves she is as turned on as I thought she was. She is soaked and overly sensitive at even my slightest touch.
When she reaches up to play with my hair, I close my eyes and get lost in her. The sensations of her hands in my hair and her taste on my tongue send my body into overdrive.
I slide two fingers into her, and she gasps followed by a groan before her whole body tenses up. I know she’s close, but I pull back and look up at her. She opens her eyes.
‘Why?’ she asks breathlessly.
‘Not ready for you to cum yet, sweetheart,’ I kiss just below her belly button before sucking her clit back into my mouth.
Instantly, her body is right back where it was, wanting release, and barely hanging on. Her hands are back in my hair and my cock is begging for attention. Using my free hand, I pull him out and start slowly stroking him.
I match my strokes to the strokes of my tongue on her clit speeding up and pressing as my fingers thrust in and out of her. When she starts pulling my hair and screaming my name and her back arches off the chair, I finally let myself fall over the edge and spill my seed on the wood floor.
When I look back up at Willow her eyes are closed, and she has a satisfied smile on her face. This will do for tonight, but tomorrow night I will finish inside her wet heat.
