Free Willow by Kathi S. Barton Page A

her to the bedroom.
    When they were beside the bed, he cupped her cheeks in his hands and kissed her. This kiss was gentle, soft, and sweet. He nipped at her lips before tilting her head slightly and taking the kiss deeper. Her head moved to the side and he began to devour her mouth as he lifted her breasts. When he let go and stepped back, he nodded to the bed.
    “ Lie down. Please. If I continue to touch you without being inside of you, I’m going to be finished before we’ve begun. Next time, Willow. Next time I’ll take my time with you. I promise. But for now, I’m too close. Lie down and let me fuck you.”
    Hurt like slow burn touched her again. Not at him but at herself. How could she have let herself forget what this way about? This was just sex, an itch to scratch. Something he wanted to do to exorcise her from his thoughts. Turning toward the bed to hide her anger, he stopped her with a hand to her arm.
    “ What is it? What’s wrong?” She must have looked as confused as she felt; surely he didn’t know what she was thinking. “It’s only to get this out of our systems, Willow. You’re the one who keeps saying it’s only for tonight. And it will have to be regardless. I don’t share when I’m with a woman.”
    Anger made her words come out uncensored. “Fuck you, Jared. I’m not with anyone. What makes you so sure that this will work? Huh? You think so little of me, or is it you? Do you think you’re that fucking good? Fine.”
    She threw herself on the bed and spread her thighs open wide. She knew what she must look like and didn’t care.
    “ Go ahead. Fuck me out of your system, as you said. I’m about finished here anyway. Let’s get this over with.”
    He had the condom on in seconds and dropped his weight onto her. She was sure she should be afraid, maybe even terrified, but she wasn’t. He was going to take her and she couldn’t wait to feel him. But he was angry like her and when he plunged into her in one hard stroke, she screamed out her pain then bit her lip until she tasted blood.
    “ Christ,” he hissed and started to roll off her, but she couldn’t let him to do that. There would be questions, more than she wanted to answer, and she wrapped her legs around his hips.
    The burning pain was quick to dissipate, the pain short lived. When she turned her head away from his prying eyes, she rolled her hips to make herself more comfortable. Incredible pleasure raced up her core. Moving again had Jared rock into her. Adjusting her legs, she felt him press deeper, harder until she was sure she couldn’t take anymore of him.
    He tried several times to move her head back, but she didn’t want him to see her tears and she didn’t want to see his face. She was sure that he was going to be disappointed and only hoped that he didn’t tell anyone what she had been. When she rolled her hips beneath him, she felt the now familiar tightening begin to build.
    Moving upward with each of his stokes down, they set a tentative rhythm until she got the hang of it. A climax was building quicker now and she reached for it even as she tried to give him as much pleasure as she knew how.
    Then Jared hit something inside of her, a spot, and she knew suddenly that it was her sweet spot. She’d heard girls in college talk about it all the time and he’d found hers. Every time he brushed against it, she felt her climax rising to the surface. And when it hit, she went screaming.
    It ripped from her and destroyed her. Before she was coming back to earth again, she came again, then again. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. When Jared surged into her deeper and harder, throwing back his head and shouting, Willow came again and slipped into a dark place.

~Chapter 9~
     
    Jared dropped onto Willow again. This time he wasn’t pissed, but because of pure exhaustion. He raised his head slightly, about all he could manage, and looked down at her. She was asleep or out, and for some odd reason, that pleased