too!” she tossed back.
Willow rotated her head, testing her muscles. Her back and everywhere felt so much better. The girl had magic in those fingers.
It wasn’t until she’d eaten a bowl of cereal and had a second mug of coffee under her nose that Ally gave her the eye. “What?”
“Him. Tell me. Please? And the other stuff. I need to know what happened last night.”
Their little house was flanked by the culvert with the jungle of vines and overgrown shrubbery on one side, and the furniture warehouse on the other. The neighbors across the road had their nights of drag racing and loud music, but really, her aunt had lucked out. They were a fortress of isolation. The crime rate was high enough, around here, that if you had the same door lock for more than a year, you went and bought a lottery ticket. Or stole one.
“I don’t think you need to know, Ally,” she said quietly.
“I do.” Pale of face, yet resolute, the girl clutched her coffee mug. “I think I do.”
Damn. She swallowed a mouthful of lukewarm yet super-strong coffee.
Lucky? In fifteen years, they’d never had a burglary. The one time someone had rocked the roof, they’d screamed and run off before she’d wrenched the door open to yell at them. This place was safe. How could she tell Ally about last night when she was so naïve? Nothing bad got into this house. Not since she came to live here, after her parents died in the fire.
She shut her eyes, hiding the pain. The memory of that still hurt like nothing else ever would.
“It’s okay, Willow. I’ll protect you.”
The sadness in her voice made Willow open her eyes and smile. “Course you will.”
“But you have to tell me. I promise you, I will worry more if you don’t tell me.”
Such big, earnest, gray eyes. It was possibly true. Ally fluctuated from mood to mood. She already was worried.
Willow sighed. She tapped the mug then sat forward to hunch over it. “Fine. What happened… Some men tried to attack me after work, at the pub.” And she hadn’t called the cops either. She glanced up but Ally only nodded.
“The man you heard, he rescued me. He was like a knight in shining armor, galloped in, beat up the bad guys, brought me home. But he says he’s an alien. Clearly he’s insane. Says I’m being studied and that he’s going to fix my every problem.” She chuckled and shook her head, took another sip.
“Uh-huh.” Ally looked serious, lifting and lowering one eyebrow then the other like she did when she was thinking. “Sounds cool. If you don’t want him, I’ll have him.”
Mouth open, she stared back. What the? The girl had never said anything like that about her other boyfriends. “He says he’s an alien!”
“So?” She shrugged. “Minor deet.”
“Minor fucking detail! What?”
“Shhh.” She waved her hand downward. “Stop shouting. So, did you do it?”
“I…what? Did I do what?” But they both knew. Somehow she knew that Ally, smug girl who never left the house unless the sky was falling, knew he’d done something intimate to her. “Um. No.” Hell if she was going to say it out loud.
“Okay.” Then she took a macaroon from the packet in the middle of the table and bit down. The crunching filled the awkward silence. Willow could swear she was smirking.
The subject of their discussion surfaced in her head. All confident and male, a man who had possibly made her come in record time. They’d clicked, at least sexually. Even now, her pussy awakened, warmth spreading. Where his fingers had been, the places he’d touched, she seemed to feel his skin against her again, even up inside her, as if she’d ever forget that invasion. That had been so hot.
The clink of china jolted her from her reverie. Ally was washing up and she hadn’t noticed her stand or push back the chair. She had her back turned. Furtively, Willow pressed the heel of her hand to her groin and inhaled sharply, biting back a moan. She was going to have to unearth her
Willow rotated her head, testing her muscles. Her back and everywhere felt so much better. The girl had magic in those fingers.
It wasn’t until she’d eaten a bowl of cereal and had a second mug of coffee under her nose that Ally gave her the eye. “What?”
“Him. Tell me. Please? And the other stuff. I need to know what happened last night.”
Their little house was flanked by the culvert with the jungle of vines and overgrown shrubbery on one side, and the furniture warehouse on the other. The neighbors across the road had their nights of drag racing and loud music, but really, her aunt had lucked out. They were a fortress of isolation. The crime rate was high enough, around here, that if you had the same door lock for more than a year, you went and bought a lottery ticket. Or stole one.
“I don’t think you need to know, Ally,” she said quietly.
“I do.” Pale of face, yet resolute, the girl clutched her coffee mug. “I think I do.”
Damn. She swallowed a mouthful of lukewarm yet super-strong coffee.
Lucky? In fifteen years, they’d never had a burglary. The one time someone had rocked the roof, they’d screamed and run off before she’d wrenched the door open to yell at them. This place was safe. How could she tell Ally about last night when she was so naïve? Nothing bad got into this house. Not since she came to live here, after her parents died in the fire.
She shut her eyes, hiding the pain. The memory of that still hurt like nothing else ever would.
“It’s okay, Willow. I’ll protect you.”
The sadness in her voice made Willow open her eyes and smile. “Course you will.”
“But you have to tell me. I promise you, I will worry more if you don’t tell me.”
Such big, earnest, gray eyes. It was possibly true. Ally fluctuated from mood to mood. She already was worried.
Willow sighed. She tapped the mug then sat forward to hunch over it. “Fine. What happened… Some men tried to attack me after work, at the pub.” And she hadn’t called the cops either. She glanced up but Ally only nodded.
“The man you heard, he rescued me. He was like a knight in shining armor, galloped in, beat up the bad guys, brought me home. But he says he’s an alien. Clearly he’s insane. Says I’m being studied and that he’s going to fix my every problem.” She chuckled and shook her head, took another sip.
“Uh-huh.” Ally looked serious, lifting and lowering one eyebrow then the other like she did when she was thinking. “Sounds cool. If you don’t want him, I’ll have him.”
Mouth open, she stared back. What the? The girl had never said anything like that about her other boyfriends. “He says he’s an alien!”
“So?” She shrugged. “Minor deet.”
“Minor fucking detail! What?”
“Shhh.” She waved her hand downward. “Stop shouting. So, did you do it?”
“I…what? Did I do what?” But they both knew. Somehow she knew that Ally, smug girl who never left the house unless the sky was falling, knew he’d done something intimate to her. “Um. No.” Hell if she was going to say it out loud.
“Okay.” Then she took a macaroon from the packet in the middle of the table and bit down. The crunching filled the awkward silence. Willow could swear she was smirking.
The subject of their discussion surfaced in her head. All confident and male, a man who had possibly made her come in record time. They’d clicked, at least sexually. Even now, her pussy awakened, warmth spreading. Where his fingers had been, the places he’d touched, she seemed to feel his skin against her again, even up inside her, as if she’d ever forget that invasion. That had been so hot.
The clink of china jolted her from her reverie. Ally was washing up and she hadn’t noticed her stand or push back the chair. She had her back turned. Furtively, Willow pressed the heel of her hand to her groin and inhaled sharply, biting back a moan. She was going to have to unearth her
Similar Books
