made it. Lightning lost a leg, but thanks to Gabe’s quick thinking, he survived. He’s been coming and going of his own free will since then.”
Right on cue, the fox got up on his three legs, pulled off a perfect downward dog, and then leaped off the bed before trotting past Stephanie and out of the now fully opened front door.
“He’s not aggressive,” Hadley said. “He’s just a geriatric three-legged friendly thief who always finds a way to sneak in, and he’s gone now, so you can go ahead and put your foot down.”
Will lowered his foot, trying to ignore the way Hadley was grinning at him and the you-poor-thing expression on her mom’s face.
“Morning, Stephanie,” he said, feeling like twelve kinds of ridiculous.
If Web were here, Will never would have heard the end of it. He’d be getting fox gifts for the rest of his life.
“Morning,” Stephanie said. “I was just telling Hadley that breakfast will be ready at the main house in about half an hour so you two can have some before getting on the road.”
Oh yes. The three-hour drive. Just when he’d thought the low point of his day was going to be thinking a possibly rabid three-legged fox was going to eat him. It was past time he got out of here so everyone could more easily pretend this morning had never happened.
“I’m going to go ahead and shower now,” he said, grabbing his grooming kit and heading down the hallway, ignoring Hadley’s satisfied little smirk.
A few minutes later, under the steaming-hot water coming out of the showerhead, Will was not still ignoring the triumphant look on her face. Fuck. He wished he was. Instead, he couldn’t get the sight of her hard nipples pressing against her tank top when she’d walked in from the porch out of his head. There was no way he could spend three hours in the car with her wondering what sound she’d make if he rolled them between his fingers as she lay naked beneath him.
Get it together, Holt.
Right then, though, under the merciless spray, with both hands pressed firmly against the tile wall in an effort not to give in to the lust riding him hard, he didn’t give a shit. He wanted her. He wanted to see her go soft and wanting, he wanted to feel her squeeze him tight as she came, he wanted… Christ, he just fucking wanted.
Telling himself—just like he had the other times he’d come thinking about Hadley—that it would just be this once, he curled his soapy hand around his hard cock, stroking up and down slowly, as if that were going to offer any relief at all. What he needed was a tight grip—her grip—around him, teasing him, drawing the pleasure out, knocking him nearly to his knees with want.
This wasn’t right. He couldn’t stop. He didn’t want to.
So with a long exhale, he closed his eyes and pictured her mouth swollen from kisses like it had been that night in the coat closet. His balls tightened and lifted as he sped up his strokes and imagined it was Hadley jerking him off while she told him how wet she was in a low, throaty whisper. Fist flying up and down his length as images of her flew through his mind, he edged closer and closer to coming. Her head tossed back as she laughed. The sway of her hips as she strutted across the room. The absolute joy in her eyes when she got the best of him yet again. He bit down, grinding his molars together, to keep the involuntary moans from escaping as the pressure built.
She was dangerous.
She was the enemy.
She was his brother’s friend, in it only for the potential payoff.
Still, Will wanted her. It was a need he couldn’t seem to shake. And in that half of a breath between his body locking in anticipation of the inevitable and his orgasm hitting, he was in the coat closet with her again. Only this time when she looked up at him, instead of saying his brother’s name, she said “Will.” Then everything went dark as white-hot pleasure shot through him.
Breathing hard, Will opened his eyes and redirected the shower spray to the wall. There wouldn’t be any evidence left for Hadley to find, but that didn’t change the fact that he knew what he’d done—and that he was pretty damn sure he’d do it again.
He had to get this woman out of his life—out of Web’s life—for