Chapter Six
Gunnar
Turning into my driveway, I look over at Willow. I want to say something, but I’m not sure what. She hasn’t said a word since we left Tucker’s, just stared out the window the entire time. Her words from earlier replay in my brain, making me want to run out and find the fucker who left her so broken. Right now, though, I just want to make her forget. While doing so, maybe I can make her see that I’m nothing like him.
I pull the truck to a stop in front of my house, and anger again fills me at the fact it isn’t done yet. Instead of taking Willow inside a real home, I’m going to have to take my woman into a fucking camper. It’s a nice camper, but it’s still just a fucking metal box.
I stare at the house again, cursing myself for putting it off so damn long. It’s getting there, but it’s nowhere close to done. The outside is nearly finished, lacking only brick on the far side and shingles over the porch roof, but the inside is only half done. Hell, the second floor is nothing more than bare sheetrock and subflooring.
The porch is done, though, and it’s already my favorite part of the place. It wraps around the front and the north side, curling around to the kitchen door. There are even two old rockers sitting near the front door, with a table between them. Maybe, someday soon, Willow and I will sit in them while we watch the sun come up.
“Is this your house?” she asks, drawing me from my thoughts.
I nod, cutting off the engine and opening my door. “Sure is. I’ve been working on it a few months now. I had hoped to have it done by Christmas, but the farm has been so busy that I just haven’t had enough time to get it finished.”
“It’s gonna be really beautiful when you’re done,” she says, a smile on her face. “I’ll have to buy you some ferns to hang on the porch.”
I smile back at her, giving her hand a squeeze. “If you buy them, you’ll have to take care of them, too, because I’d probably kill them within a day.”
I climb out before she can reply and shut the door. Rushing around the front of the truck, I head straight to the passenger side door and pull it open. Bending over her body, I unclip the seatbelt and grab her hand. Her eyes never leave my house as she climbs down from the truck. I know she wants to go inside, but for some reason, I don’t want her to see it like it is. I want her first view of my house, hopefully our house someday, to be perfect. Right now, it’s far from that.
“I’ll give you a tour as soon as it’s done. Right now, it’s a fucking mess with tools and shit everywhere. Plus, I’ve got Tucker and Major in there working right now, and I don’t really want to be around anyone but you,” I say, wrapping one arm around her waist and using the other to shut the door. “But, I can show you the blueprints, so you can get an idea of what it looks like, when we wake up in the morning.”
“That’s okay,” she mumbles, trying to pull out of my hold. “But, I don’t mind a mess. I’m sure it’s not nearly as bad as you say it is.”
Ignoring her, I drag her around the house and head straight to the camper I’ve been calling home for the last two months. Tucker and Major have tried to get me to come stay with them, both going so far as to have their women come over and try to guilt me into moving into their homes. No fucking way is that shit gonna happen. I need my own space, even if that space is limited to a tiny metal trailer.
Opening the door, I help her up the steps and shut the door behind me. “This is my home for right now.”
“I’ve never been inside an airstream before. It looks just like a little bullet.” She looks around, taking in the miniscule space. “I bet Journey used to tour in something like this, but they probably had it stocked full of liquor and groupies.”
Smiling at her excitement, I shrug my shoulders. “I don’t know about Journey, but I did hear that the Zac Brown Band used to tour in one.”
Her eyes light up before she turns and starts looking around again. She walks over to the counter and runs her hand along it then opens a cabinet and looks inside. After snooping a bit, she walks to the back of camper and peaks through to my bedroom. She only stays there a second before turning around and walking to the front of the camper. She takes in the built-in couch, reaching down to run her hand over the fake leather. Her eyes lock on my entertainment center, just before she starts shaking her head.
“You have an X-Box in your camper,” she says with a laugh. “I guess it’s true; boys love their toys.”
“Of course, we do,” I reply, walking over and pulling her into my arms. “We never leave home without them.”
Not giving her time to reply, I brush my lips over hers. I know I should talk to her, let her see that I want more than just sex, but I think that would be a mistake. If she thinks even for a second that I am pushing for more, she’ll run.
I tighten my hold, bringing her body flush with mine. My dick pushes against my zipper, loving the contact. Sinking my teeth into her bottom lip, forcing her mouth open, I deepen the kiss. She tastes like sweet tea and tart lemon, with that hint of the apples I tasted the first time we kissed. The combination has my cock weeping for joy.
She finally pulls her mouth from mine, gasping for breath, and looks up at me with her bright blue eyes. “I’m not sure this is a good idea.”
“Oh, hell yeah, it is,” I tell her, running my hands down to her pert ass and giving it a light squeeze. “It’s the best idea I’ve ever had.”
Not wanting to argue with her, I cover her mouth with mine again. Sweeping my tongue inside, I deepen the kiss quickly. I move one of my hands to the back of her head, forcing it to the side, and run my lips across her neckline. My teeth sink into her earlobe, forcing a gasp from her lips, before I soothe the pain with a quick swipe of my tongue.
“This time, when we’re done, you’re gonna fall asleep in my arms,” I whisper, licking over the spot I just bit. “I’m not letting you go again.”
She moans, running her hands up my back. “Well, I don’t know about all that. I like to sleep in my own bed. It’s comfy.”
“Just wait and see,” I say, bringing my lips back to hers. “You may find you like my bed even better.”
I slide my hands down to her ass and pull her up, forcing her legs to wrap around me, and start walking toward the back of the camper. I don’t stop until we reach the bed. The need to be buried inside her is so strong that I’m tempted to drop her down and take her right this second. Instead, I continue kissing her and hope she feels some of what I’m feeling.
We move to the bed, our mouths never breaking contact. Moving one hand from her ass, I tug at the bottom of her shirt. Her hands start to push my shirt up as I take off hers. Between heated kisses, we slowly undress each other, not saying another word until we are skin to skin.
“I need you to be inside of me,” she moans against my lips, trying to pull me between her long legs.
“Not yet, darlin’. That will come later.” I shake my head, shooting her a wink. “First, I’m gonna play.”
Sliding down her body, my mouth starts to water. Her nipples are rosy bright, tips begging for attention. I run my tongue over one as my hand reaches up, giving the other a gentle twist. Going back and forth, I torment her with both my mouth and hands.
Working my way further down her body, I slide a finger into her already soaking pussy. She slowly opens for me, allowing me to add another finger. Thrusting them deep inside her, I lean forward and slide my tongue through her folds. Just like before, her taste is enough to make a tingle shoot straight to my balls.
Moving my fingers in and out of her drenched cunt, I pull her clit into my mouth. Swirling my tongue around the sensitive nub, I add just enough pressure to have her moaning in pleasure. I hook my fingers to find her sweet spot then focus my attention where she needs it most. Her moans seem to be never ending as she lifts her hips to fuck my face. I suck her clit in deep and thrust my fingers inside her only once more before she comes undone. Her pussy milks my fingers as she screams out her release.
Not giving her time to recover, I sit up and grab my pants from the floor. After pulling out a condom, I quickly roll it on and position myself at her entrance. I look into her eyes for a split second before bringing my mouth to hers. Her tongue plays against mine as I slam in balls deep with one thrust.
“Gunnar, oh, yes,” she whimpers, tightening her arms around me. “You feel so amazing, so deep inside of me.”
Lifting her hips from the bed, she meets each of my thrusts with enthusiasm. In and out, I glide into her hard, attempting to get deeper with each thrust. I bring my lips back to her, not quite kissing her, just allowing her breaths to mingle with mine. Her pussy is so wet that I can feel it coating my cock, even with the latex separating us. It’s exquisite, the most amazing thing I have ever felt.
“You’re fucking outstanding,” I mumble before placing my lips on hers. “Nothing is better than you, Willow.”
Our tongues duel for domination as each of us tries to prove who is in charge. There is nothing sweet about this kiss. It’s sensual, almost brutal, and completely mind-blowing. It’s as if we are sharing something without having to actually say it with words. I’m telling her that she is mine, but she is reminding me that she will put up a fight. That’s fine, because she is worth fighting for.
Wanting to be deeper, I lift her legs and grind against her. Fighting against my hold, she attempts to wrap her legs around me, but I hold firm. My hips are pounding ferociously now as my spine starts to tingle with my upcoming release. I need her there with me, need her on the edge again.
“Do you like this, darlin’?” I ask, my voice coming out with a groan. “Do you like my cock buried inside of you?”
“Uh huh,” she mumbles, unable to say anything more.
“I love your pussy, fucking love it,” I say, thrusting into her over and over again. “Nowhere I’d rather be.”
Finally, I let go of one leg and reach between our bodies. My fingers work her clit, giving her the extra attention she deserves. After giving it a harsh pinch, her pussy grips me like a vice.
She moans out my name as her pussy continues to clamp down on my cock, milking me to completion. I ride it out, making sure to pull each drop of pleasure from her. When her convulsions turn into nothing more than flutters, I drive into her once more and growl out my own release.
I’m not sure how long it takes before I finally come down from my high. When I do, her eyes are closed and her hand has released its hold on my body. I let out a frustrated sigh, knowing I have to get off her but not wanting to. Rolling over, I quickly toss the condom into the trash can then pull her into my arms.
“Stay with me tonight,” I plead, not wanting her anywhere but beside me. “Please, just stay with me.”
Her body tenses for a second before she lets out a deep breath and relaxes in my arms. “Okay, I’ll stay.”