“Who’s the bossy one now?” I mock, despite widening my stance, teasing him with a wiggle of my hips.
“Still you.”
One firm smack on my ass steals my breath and my cheekiness. I’ll do whatever he asks if it means he’ll pound the backtalk out of me. His tip notches at my slit, our moans harmonizing as he eases inside. Curling an arm under my belly, he lifts me on my toes until he’s so deep, all I’m able to do is blink the stars away. “Feel that?” He ruts into me, pressing me against the wall, hips canting slowly. “Perfect-fucking-fit.”
Leaning my head back, I nod against his shoulder. He fills me so fully, every thrust makes me whimper in delight. “Shit,” I mumble, each stroke scrambling my coherency. “How do you feelthisgood?”
“Because I learn from my mistakes, Willa. I’m not letting you go this time.” His fingers brush my nipples, rolling and tugging until my hips sway with his. “Fuck,” he groans, his forehead falling into the crook of my neck as he thrusts faster. “You have no idea what you do to me, do you? How many nights I’ve imagined being with you again?” He kisses my shoulder, his hand sliding down to my sensitive bud. “I’d fuck you fast and rough until your legs give out, but I’m clinging to my last shred of dignity just to savor how good it feels to be buried inside you.”
My pussy clenches at the thought of him having his way with me, and he growls in response. I’m not above begging, but he pinches my clit, and I cry out before I can even try.
“Goddamn,” he grunts, hips stuttering while he catches his breath. “You tryna kill me, greedy girl?”
“I’m trynafuck,” I pant,pulling him down to my lips, sloppily showing him exactly how greedy I am. I need him touching me everywhere, inside and out, and I’m too damn horny for the pretense. His steady cadence on my clit, dick rubbing my g-spot into oblivion, has my head spinning in ways I’ve only ever managed to accomplish on my own before. Gasping, I pull away, slapping my hands on the slick shower wall to brace myself. He adjusts behind me, tugging my hips back as he goes.
“Bet.” Gripping my waist, he slams into me, and the change in position blurs my vision.
My body tenses in waves, one part losing control as the next gears up for sweet release. “Right. Fucking. There,” I whine, punctuated by each slap of our skin. Throwing my ass back, I drive him deeper until I damn near feel him in my throat.
“Look at you taking this dick, baby.” His labored breath gives him away as his hips jerk wildly. “Shit, I’mma nut if you keepfuuu—” He slumps over me as he fills me up, somehow finding the energy to grace my clit with attention. In firm, quick circles, he brings me right back to the edge, his hardness still pulsing inside me. “Your turn,” he rasps, and I fall apart, screaming his name as I’m reminded of just how much fun we had in San Diego.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
TREVOR
Jones family Christmas was a success. I’m biased, but I’m positive I got the best gift of all. Willa and I were absolutely nauseating today, touching and kissing every chance we could. She snuggles into my side as we lie in bed, trying to keep our eyes open while talking in the dark. We have an early flight tomorrow, but I can’t get enough of this. Ofher. It’s more amazing than I could have ever imagined.
“Why does everyone call you something different?” she asks.
“What do you mean?”
“Trev, Tre, T…”
“Ah, yeah. So Maya’s the only one who calls me T. She’s always called me that. Kind of aggressive about her claim on it. Tre is for the family…”—I kiss the top of her head—“and you. Trev is what friends have always latched onto.”
“Your mom’s the only one who calls you Trevor.”
I smile. Shewouldnotice that.“The day my parents brought us home, Mom found me in here, sitting in the window seat next to the trash bags that held all my belongings. Unpacking felt like a bad omen to my five-year-old mind, and when I told her I didn’t want to, she told me, “Your room—your decision.”
“That explains your naked apartment,” she teases.
“Probably. She gave me autonomy. I’d never had that before. Then she asked what I’d like her to call me, and that was the first time anyone had. Even social workers called me Trev. I think they meant to lessen the blow of my unstable reality, but I was too scared to speak up back then. When Mom asked, when she gifted me that choice, it finally felt like what I wanted mattered. So I chose my full name, and that’s what she’s always called me.”
“Your mom’s amazing.”
“She’s the best.”
Willa presses a kiss to my lips and snuggles back into my side. “Thank you for bringing me here…you were right.”
“Hold up. I waswhat?”
She giggles, burying her face in my chest. “You heard me.” Her phone goes off on the nightstand, and her adorable giggle when she rolls over and reads the text makes me drop a kiss on her shoulder. She turns back toward me to show Ashlie’s message about the bet. “I should tell her she lost so she leaves me alone.”
“Mm, I have a better idea,” I say, pulling her back to me and nuzzling her neck. “You could tell her she lost four times over.”
“Four, huh?”
“Mm-hmm, just really rub it in her face.”
