WMIS 03 Play With Me (36 page)

“Ah,
God, Will,” she moans against my mouth and I smile.

“That’s
right, sweetheart, come for me.” Her hips are moving quickly against my
fingers, and I know she’s so close, and when I feel the shudders start, I guide
myself inside her, and feel her sweet muscles milk my cock as I sink farther
and farther in.

I
grit my teeth and hold onto her hips tightly to keep from coming with her.

As
her inner muscles relax, I begin to move her, and she takes over, riding me
hard and in the sweetest rhythm. She sits up and pulls her arms up, resting her
forearms on the top of her head as she rides me, and I reach up and cup her
breasts in my palms, tweaking the hard nipples with my thumb and forefingers,
making her even more crazy.

She
throws her head back and leans her hands on my chest, and I reach between us
again, looking down at where I’m buried deep inside her, and run the pad of my
thumb over her clit and piercing, and I feel her orgasm build again.

“Look,
babe,” I instruct her, and she complies, looking down at us, at me rubbing her
clit, and she falls apart, crying out.

She
bears down on me, clenching and shuddering, and I have no choice but to come
with her. I reach up and grip her hair in my fist and pull her down to me
kissing her hard as I come inside her violently, pushing my hips up, burying
myself as deep inside her as I possibly can.

She
collapses on me, and I roll us onto our side, still inside her, gazing at her
flushed face, eyes closed, lips parted as she pants.

This,
right here, is my whole world.

“I
love you, Will,” she whispers, and I can’t help the wide grin on my face, or
the way my cock twitches inside her at the sweet words.

“I
love you too, sweetheart.”

* * *

Meg
fell asleep about an hour ago, but I’m not tired. I can’t stop looking at her
sweet face, can’t stop running my fingers through her soft hair.

She
loves me.

I
smile, remembering how the words sound coming from those sinful lips, and can’t
wait to hear them again.

It
kills me that she thinks that loving means leaving, that if she admits to me
that she loves me I’ll bail on her.

I’m
never going any fucking where. She’s stuck with me, forever if she’ll have me.

I’d
like to know more about Leo, have some time to talk with him. But more than
that, I think she needs time with him. He didn’t look like someone who had
deserted her tonight. He was protective and clearly loves her.

I
ease away from Meg, careful not to wake her, grab my phone from my slacks and
descend the stairs of Meg’s townhouse as I dial Luke’s number. It’s late, but
they’re probably still at the reception.

“Williams,”
Luke answers. I can hear the band in the background, and people laughing and
talking.

“Hey,
I need a favor.”

“Name
it,” he answers quickly, and I grin. Natalie picked a good guy.

“I
need Leo’s number.”

“He’s
still on stage, Will,” Luke answers dryly.

“Don’t
be a smart ass.”

Chapter Twenty-Eight

~Meg~

I
wake to a heavy arm wrapped tightly around my waist, a nose pressed to my
cheek, and a large, muscled leg draped over mine.

I
sigh and wiggle, trying to stretch without untangling myself from Will. He
feels good, and after last night, I need his closeness.

He
almost left me.

And
I can’t blame him.

“Good
morning,” he whispers.

I
turn my head, rubbing my nose against his and grin. “’Morning.”

“Sleep
good?” He asks and hugs me tight.

“Yeah.
You?”

“I
did.”

“I
like waking up with you.”

He
leans back and offers me a confused smile. “You wake up with me all the time.”

“No
I don’t,” I shake my head. “You’re always up before me.”

“Hmm.”
He kisses my temple and links my fingers with his and we just lie here and wake
up. “You okay?” he whispers.

“I’m
good.”

“So,”
he begins with a sigh. “Tell me about Leo.”

I
frown at him, confused as to where this is coming from. “I already told you
about him last night.”

“No,
you told me about how you met him. I want you to tell me about
Leo.
”

“Why?”

He
shrugs. “Call it curiosity.”

“Will,
he’s just like a brother to me…”

“Stop,”
he presses his fingers against my lips and smiles reassuringly. “This isn’t a
pissing contest. I’m really curious to know more about him.”

I
search his face, and rub my hands down my face, turn on my side and face him.
“Okay, I’ll give you the cliffs notes version.”

Will
chuckles. “Okay.”

“He
went into foster care at the age of twelve, after both his parents were killed
in a car accident. There weren’t any relatives to take him.” I sigh as Will
scowls. “He could have gone down some bad roads. But he just lost himself in
music, and then he had me to worry about, and thank God he is so fucking
stubborn, or I shudder to think what kind of a mess he could have made out of
his life.”

I
clear my throat and trace Will’s shoulder with my fingertip. “He moved to
Seattle when he turned eighteen, armed with his guitar and a trust fund that
was set up with the insurance money from when his parents died. That’s how he
was able to help me pay for school and basically take care of me for so long.
He’s a smart guy. And he’s so talented.”

I
smile at Will. “It was fun singing with him last night.”

“You
two are great together.”

I
nod. “It was like no time has passed,” I whisper. “I’ve missed him.”

“Why
did you lose touch when he went to L.A.?”

“Because
I’m a brat.” I smirk at Will’s frown.

“You
are not.”

“Oh,
yeah, I am. I threw quite the fit when Leo told me he was leaving for L.A.” I
shake my head. “I acted like a kid who wasn’t getting her way. I just didn’t
want him to go. And it hurt my feelings that he didn’t give me the option to go
with him.”

“From
what you told me, it sounds like he was looking out for you.”

“He
was,” I nod in agreement. “But it still hurt. I loved him, and he left. And I
was too stubborn to stay in touch with him after he was gone. And then when the
mad wore off, and I wanted to hear his voice, I felt like too much time had
passed, and I didn’t think he’d want to hear from me.” The last sentence is
said with a whisper and brings tears to my eyes.

“I’m
quite sure that’s not the case,” Will murmurs and brushes a tear off my cheek
with his thumb. “No matter how stupid Jules acts, I’d always want to hear from
her.”

“Yeah,”
I mumble, not knowing what else to say.

“I
think we should get up.” Will pulls away from me and bounds out of bed, all
naked and rumpled from sleep.

“I
think you should get your sexy ass back in bed.” He grins wolfishly at me and
pulls the covers away from my naked body.

“Nope,
up.”

“Hey!
It’s cold.”

“Get
your hot ass out of bed and into the shower. I have a surprise for you.” He
rolls the blankets into a ball and throws them on the floor, stomping into the
bathroom to start the shower.

“What
about morning sex?” I yell after him.

“In
the damn shower!” he yells back.

“You
mean we can have morning sex in the shower?” I yell.

Will
appears in the doorway and leans his shoulder against the jam, crosses his
muscular arms over his chest, naked as a baby.

“I
love it when you’re naked,” I tell him happily from my position on the bed.

“I’m
happy to hear that,” he smiles and crosses one leg in front of the other,
looking all relaxed. “Are you going to get in the shower under your own power,
or do I need to carry you in there?”

“Why
are you so bossy this morning?” I ask with a laugh.

“I’m
bossy every morning, babe. Now,” he pushes away from the door and saunters to
the bed, grabs my ankle, and pulls me to the edge of the bed. “Let’s get in the
shower.”

“Okay,”
I hold my arms up, and he pulls me to my feet, but rather than letting me walk
into the bathroom, he lifts me onto his shoulder and carries me.

“I
can walk,” I tell him wryly and slap his firm ass.

“Not
fast enough.”

“Tell
me about this surprise,” I slap his ass again just before he sets me on my
feet.

“No.
You said something about shower sex.” He grabs my shower gel and lathers up a
wash cloth.

“I’ll
have shower sex with you if you tell me about the surprise,” I offer and have
to grip his biceps to hold steady as he glides the soapy cloth over my breasts
and down my stomach, landing between my legs.

“Are
you sure?” he asks.

“What
was the question?”

* * *

“Where
are we going?” I ask from the passenger seat of Will’s car.

“You’ll
see. We’re almost there.”

“I
don’t like surprises.”

“I’m
getting that. You’re really bad at just shutting up and letting me do my thing,
sweetheart.”

“You
should never tell me you have a surprise for me.”

“Lesson
learned,” he mutters and parks the car in front of the café with the
twelve-egg-omelet.

“Breakfast
is the surprise?” I ask with raised eyebrows.

“Shut
up, Megan.”

He
exits the car and opens my door for me, pulling me up by the hand, wraps his
arm around my waist and plants a hard kiss on me, right there on the sidewalk.

“You
can shut me up like that anytime, football star.”

He
winks and leads me into the restaurant, through the shabby booths and to the
back where a guy is sitting with his back to the room, beanie on his head,
hoodie on, tattooed hands holding a cup of coffee.

Leo.

My
wide gaze finds Will’s and he just shrugs.

Leo
looks back at us and smiles, stands, and holds his hand out to Will. “Hey,
man.”

“Hey.
I’m gonna let you guys catch up. Do you mind giving Meg a ride home when you’re
done?”

“You’re
leaving?” I ask him, butterflies swarming crazily in my stomach.

“I’m
a third wheel, and won’t understand your inside jokes anyway.” He brushes his
hand down my face, leans in and whispers in my ear, “You’ll be fine. I love
you. Call me if you need me.”

“I
love you too,” I murmur and watch him walk out of the restaurant.

“Have
a seat,” Leo gestures to the other side of the booth, and I automatically plop
down in it and just stare at him. His beanie is pulled low across his forehead,
covering his eyebrow piercing. His grey eyes are happy, but guarded as if he
doesn’t quite know how I’ll react to him.

He’s
gripping onto his coffee with both hands.

“You
have new tats on your fingers,” I murmur.

“You
have a new tat on your arm,” he returns.

I
smile. “I’ve had it for a while.”

“What
song?”

“
Dare
You To Move
.”

He
nods, understanding why. “The floor line?” he asks.

“Yeah.”

He
nods again.

“How
long are you in town?” I ask, trying desperately to start conversation. It’s
never been hard to talk to Leo. I hate that it is now.

“A
while. The tour is done, and we’re taking a hiatus.”

“I
thought you lived in L.A. now.” I frown.

“I
have a place there, but I miss home.” He shrugs and offers me a half smile and
I can’t help but zero in on that silver hoop in his lip. It actually looks
really hot on him. “I miss you, Meg-pie.”

“I
miss you too,” I sigh and nod at the waitress as she offers me coffee and sets
menus in front of us. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s
not your fault.”

“Yeah,
it is.”

“No,
it’s not. I have your number. I never called you either.”

“Why?”
I ask.

“I
didn’t think you’d want to hear from me.”

“I
guess we were both wrong,” I murmur and smile at him. “So you’re gonna be here
a while, huh?”

“Yep.
Gonna work on the next album, and just regroup.”