Hammer

20 - How am I meant to do this?

Hammer

Most of the brothers take themselves off to speak with Ghost. Apparently, Prez has him locked in his old room after he gave himself up this morning, not wanting to drag this out. Prez couldn’t bring himself to lock Ghost up in the basement like we do any other brother who’s gone against this club.

I can’t blame Shepard. Ghost may have fallen for and had a relationship with a relative of our enemy – Vidal is everyone’s enemy – but he did nothing to deliberately harm this club. He’s gonna pay the ultimate price for what he’s done. He’ll pay with his life. We don’t have to be cunts about it.

I can’t bring myself to see him right now. I’m the man who will ultimately end his life.

How the fuc.k am I meant to look him in the eye and then end his life?

And for what, because he fell in love?

I need to see my girl. I need to feel her body against mine before I have to leave her for days on end again. I’m not going to let Ghost die. No matter what I have to do, I will find a way to make Vidal see that he can’t demand the death of one of my brothers, no matter what he thinks.

Will he kill me?

Most probably.

Will he still force Shepard to kill Ghost?

Definitely.

But maybe I could talk to the girl. Avery. Maybe if she really does love Ghost, she’ll give me some information I could use against her cousin. Something he doesn’t want to get out. Anything that will help me keep Ghost alive. I have three days in which to save his life. It might not sound like a lot of time, but I’ll make it work.

* * *

Willow hasn’t noticed me watching her yet. She's baking cookies for the kids of the house, humming to herself.

She looks sex.y as fuc.k in that little white dress, apron tied around her waist. Her beautiful, long, dark hair is tied up in a high ponytail. She’s not wearing any makeup, but Willow doesn’t need any; she’s too naturally beautiful to cover that up.

I remember Willow’s graduation; she was wearing a dress not too dissimilar to the one she’s wearing right now. Only this one is long-sleeved and sits on her knees. Her graduation dress was shorter all over. She had a beautiful figure even then.

What made God decide to hand this beautifully amazing woman over to me?

Whatever the reason, I am so fuckin’ grateful that he did. I really do love Willow more than I ever thought possible. My heart swells and widens a little more each day with love for her. It overwhelms me sometimes. I never believed I could love again, not like this. I loved Cindy; she was everything to me. But this is different. This love is deeper, stronger, it’s all-consuming.

How is that possible?

How is it possible for me to love Willow this powerfully?

“Oh my God,” She jumps out of her skin as she turns around and spots me watching her. “You scared me, Hammer.”

No words leave my mouth, but my legs carry me with sheer determination until she’s in my arms, our mouths fused together before she has the chance to protest. I want her so fuckin’ bad my balls ache.

With the hem in my hands, I lift her dress over her sex.y ass. “Hammer, we can’t; anyone could walk in.”

I don’t give a shi.t who might walk in. I want her right now; I’m taking her. I lift her onto the countertop, my lips attacking her neck, my fingers moving aside her panties and slipping inside of her tight little body.

“Don’t tell me you don’t want this, Willow. Not when you’re this wet for me.” She's soaked, dripping all over my damn hand.

“Sam,” She groans, my name, the name no one else calls me, not even my brother. Hell, no one has called me Sam for a very long time. It sounds alien to me. But Willow can call me whatever she wants.

I growl low in my throat like some feral wolf about to attack its long-stalked prey. “What, baby? Tell me what you want.”

Her fingernails drag along the sides of my neck as my fingers twist inside her tight puss.y, drawing another groan from the back of her throat. I’ve fuckin’ missed her so damn much. And I know she’s missed me; I can feel it in the way she’s both clutching at me and kissing me like it’s the last kiss she’ll ever give me.

“I want your coc.k inside of me right now. It’s been days since you touched me.” She pulls my face away from her neck. I look deep into her eyes and see so much love shining within them.

She’s my soul mate, the woman I cannot live without. I will fix everything that’s wrong right now because I will not risk losing her.

“Fuc.k me, man of mine.”

I switch my fingers inside of her for my coc.k, slamming right into her. She whimpers at the invasion yet tightens herself around me, legs, arms, puss.y. I grab her ass in both hands and pull her as close to me as I can get her, hips crashing against hips, again and again. I’m so fuckin’ deep inside of her that right now, I don’t know how I’ll ever find my way back out again.

Her mouth attacks mine, and I swallow her screams. “I love you.” She gasps against my mouth before kissing me again.

I pull her completely off the counter, one hand holding the back of her neck, the other gripping her ass as I slam into her so fuckin’ hard she’s biting her lip to stop herself from crying out in pleasure.

She tightens herself around my throbbing coc.k. Frantically, I slam into her, over and over, her hands clutching my hair, her head tipped back, eyes rolling.

“Fuc.k!” I hiss, I’m about to explode! She’s so tight, hot, and wet. I’m losing myself. “Cu.m for me, baby. Cu.m!”

She sobs in pleasure, cumming so hard she's milking my coc.k for all it’s worth, and I’m cumming like a fuckin’ freight train, so hard I can see stars! Ain’t many times in my life that that’s happened to me.

Not that I didn’t have a good se.x life with Cindy, I did. But everything is different with Willow. Everything.

She collapses in my arms. I hold her tight to me, needing her as close to me as I can get her, kissing her head over and over. I have no clue when or even if I’ll be seeing her again. I don’t want to leave her, but I can’t let Ghost die like this. Not without trying to save him.

I pull out of my girl and set her on her feet, her legs shaking a little. We right our clothes, and then I pull her into my arms. She sighs while resting her head against my chest.

I kiss her head and breathe her in. “I love you,” I tell her honestly.

“I know.” She giggles.

I smile. As long as Willow knows and doesn’t doubt my love for her, that’s all I care about.

I won’t tell her what I’m about to do. I won’t have her worrying about anything until there’s something for her to worry about. If I can keep this all from her and fix everything without her finding out, then I will. God help me, I will.