“Just fuck me,” I said seriously, making him bark out a laugh.
“It’s never just anything with you,” he murmured, rubbing his nose across my jaw.
His hips shifted and then he was there, sliding inside me slow and steady. He’d barely touched me, and I hadn’t needed anything but his strong body above mine to get wet. It was ridiculous, and if I remembered correctly, really convenient for quickies.
“Tell me if anything hurts,” Will instructed, sliding back out. “We’ll be careful.”
“Careful sucks,” I griped, reaching for him. My cast hit his shoulder with a thunk. “Oh, shit!”
“Okay,” he said in amusement, moving my arm to rest by my head. “Maybe you’re the one that needs to be careful.”
“I’m sorry!” I blurted, my eyes wide.
“Make it up to me,” he ordered, his eyes falling almost closed as he thrust again. “Goddamn.”
“More,” I breathed as he pulled back and thrust again. “Too slow.”
“Always too slow for you,” he answered, running his tongue across my breast. “Gotta be careful.”
“I’m fine,” I gasped as his tongue found my nipple. “I can’t come like this.”
“Bullshit, you can’t,” Will argued, biting down.
He ended up proving me wrong.
* * *
“Is she still going to be around?” I asked later, hating that I’d asked, but anxious for an answer. I’d taken another pain pill and it was making me slightly loopy. It took away the throbbing in my arm, though, so I could deal with loopy.
“That gonna bug you?” Will asked, running his finger along the skin on my arm where the cast ended.
“I’d like to say that I’m too mature for it to bug me,” I hedged, pinching Will when he chuckled. “But yes. It would drive me insane.”
“Alright, she’s gone, then.”
“But . . . are all her friends here?” I asked worriedly.
“Moll, you can’t have it both ways.”
“Right. Yes, I don’t want to see her. Ever.”
“Then, you won’t. End of.”
I nodded my head and closed my eyes. I loved the way Will smelled, and it was always strongest after we’d had sex. Not a sex smell, really, just his natural smell.
“Hey, Will?” I called. “Did you say that the guy who killed my dad was Rocky’s father-in-law?”
Will’s body turned to stone beneath me. “You eavesdroppin’ earlier?”
“No, as soon as I realized you guys were talking, I let you know I was there. It’s not like I was being quiet.”
“Sugar,” he sighed. “Better for you—the less you know. Alright? I’ll tell you that, yes. Same man. But don’t go askin’ about it.”
I thought it over for a minute. I wanted to know everything. Why he’d targeted my dad. What he’d been looking for. But I knew with certainty that the answers to those questions wouldn’t really change anything. The why of it all would never make any sense, no matter what I knew, and I didn’t ever want to have to try and lie to the police again.
“Okay,” I said finally.
“Better get some rest,” Will said in obvious relief, squeezing me tighter against him.
“Are you getting up?”
“Might in a while, see if Casper’s heard from my dad. Won’t be gone long, though.”
“Okay,” I said again, relaxing against his chest. “Night.”
I was out in seconds.
Chapter 20
Will
“What’re you doin’ up?” I asked in surprise as I dragged my tired ass into the main room. My mom, Aunt Farrah, Brenna and Trix were seated around a table with a half-empty bottle of tequila resting in the center.
“Tradition,” my mom said with a smile. “When the men are out of town, the mice will play.”
“Cats,” Brenna corrected, smacking my mom’s arm. “Perfect time for us to visit.”
“You see each other daily,” I pointed out, making my mom roll her eyes.
“Ash already passed out,” my mom said, chuckling. Samson’s old lady was a notorious light weight when it came to tequila.
“Homer’s old lady is knocked up, so she crashed before the kids, and Shady’s old lady has their son with her,” Trix said. “We were gonna wake Mel up, but we didn’t want to wake Rebel, too.”
“Good call.” I looked around the room. “Where’s Casper?”
“Your Uncle Casper is outside,” Farrah mumbled.
“You’re really givin’ me shit when you’re about to fall face-first into the table?” I joked.
“Be nice to me, Wilfred,” she ordered, smiling.
“Always.” I moved past them and headed toward the front just as my phone rang in my pocket.
“Hello?” I answered as I pushed through the front door.
“William,” my dad’s voice rasped. “You need to call everyone in.”
“What?” I stopped in my tracks and caught sight of Casper jogging toward me, Tommy on his heels.
“Everyone in,” my dad repeated. “Don’t forget a single fuckin’ person, you hear me?”
“I hear you,” I replied, stunned. What the fuck?
I glanced in confusion at my phone when it went dead.
“What’s goin’ on?” I asked, falling into step with Casper as he slowed.
“Dragon called,” he said, coming to a stop at the closed door. “Told me to pull the prospects off the gate and put Leo and Samson up there.” He shook his head. “Sent the other prospects to the back entrance. It’s all closed up, but who the fuck knows.”