Rough Country (Tannen Boys 3)

Somehow, in sharing someone else’s past, I feel like I’ve created a future for myself. Here in Great Falls. With Bobby, and if Unc forgives me for a little sprucing up of his house and bar, with him too.

Chapter 14

Bobby

I kiss Willow’s cheek, tasting the salt of her tears. My girl, with this big, giant heart that feels for everyone and everything so acutely, is a rare specimen. Most people are out for number-one, even if they’ve found some shred of generosity in their soul and can balance it out so it seems like they’re better than the rest of us monsters. At the end of the day, it’s a kill or be killed, me or the other guy mentality that is ultimately the strongest inside most hearts.

But not for Willow.

I delicately lick her other cheek with the barest tip of my tongue, cleaning up the tears and wanting only happiness for her. She deserves it, and more.

Taste of your salt on my lips breaks my soul in two. Sweetheart, if there’s anything I can do?

Willow’s answer to my question is what I’ve needed to hear all along. This isn’t some summer vacation fling to her when it’s so much more to me. I didn’t think she was being casual about us, but now, I truly know.

And with that echoing in my ears, I can’t hold myself back from her any longer. Fuck, I should be getting a damned medal for waiting this long when I’ve been imagining all sorts of filthy things to do to her and with her.

“Willow, I need you. Fuck, sweetheart, I want . . .” I growl, peppering her skin with kisses, hearing the scratch of my stubble along her softness.

“Can we go to your place?” she asks, head thrown back and tits pressed up into my hands.

I swallow, willing myself to wait.

You can wait ten fucking minutes to take her in a bed like a lady, not on a rock in the dirt like an animal.

I’m not entirely sure that’s true, but I’ll try. For her.

I pull back in an instant, rising to my feet and offering her a hand. “Let’s go,” I order. I should be softer, gentler, but maintaining control over my cock is taking all the willpower I have. Luckily, she takes my hand and stands too, not at all put out at the gruff tone.

Actually, with a small laugh, she grabs her shoes and makes a barefoot run for the truck. Every instinct inside me calls out . . . chase her down. Don’t let her get away!

I wad up the blanket and my clothes, not bothering to pull on a single stitch when I’m about to strip again anyway. I run after her, tossing everything in the truck bed and climbing in the cab. “Hang on,” I tell her, knowing that I’m going to break the land speed record for crossing from the ranch to our farmhouse.

I push a button on the radio and the truck calls Brody.

“What?” he grunts when he answers.

“Don’t come home tonight. Stay at Rix’s or one of the other houses. Sleep outside. I don’t give a fuck, but don’t come home till morning.”

Willow blushes in the seat next to me, sinking down, but I see the hint of a smile at the corners of her lips.

“What?” He pauses, clueing in to what I’m telling him. “Oh. Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll go to town. There’re condoms in the hall bathroom. Uh, congrats?”

Click.

Maybe it’s weird for him to remind me about the condoms, but that’s just Brody. Grumpy asshole takes care of us in his own way. Plus, I don’t bring women home. Ever. So it’s entirely possible that he thinks I never noticed the stash of condoms.

I glance to the woman in my passenger seat, a sharp pain of disbelief slicing through my gut at her beauty, both inside and out. How is someone like her sitting here with someone like me? I’m not sure, but I want to enjoy every single second with Willow.

“So the whole town’s gonna know now?” Willow asks. Normally, I think she’d be shy about that, but she seems to be holding back giggles at Brody’s offer of congrats and condoms.

“Nah, Brody doesn’t talk much. He’ll tell Rix, though, and she’ll tell the girls, so the family’ll know. But they already know about us.”

Isn’t that the God’s honest truth? They all know that Willow is special to me. Hell, Brutal’s been asking questions like he’s got a written list, but that’s his way, so I’ve answered what I want to and told him to quit being a nosy bitch on things I didn’t want to share.

At the house, I pull up in the drive and put the truck in park.

“We don’t have to go inside, Willow.” I’m offering her a brake, whether it’s a full stop or a slowdown, because there’s no way I can do it myself. “If we go in there, I’m going to make you come until you think your body can’t anymore, and I won’t stop. I’m going to fill you up with my tongue, my fingers, and my cock, get to know your body from the inside. I’ll pound you until I’ve left my mark everywhere you’ll let me. I want you to know that there’s no going back after this. You’ll be mine. So, you decide . . . are we going back to town or are we going inside?”