Chapter 7

Seven

Aron

I know she is gone the second I hang up the phone.

I can feel the emptiness in my bones. The pulse of life carrying through my penthouse is gone and it's all my fault. Melissa and her stupid games.

Willow is gone.

Last time she left me, I was overcome with shame. Back then, I behaved like a rutting beast. How could someone like her, someone with so much love and light, ever want to start a family with me? Cavemen had more class.

After she left me the first time I locked my heart away and it broke wide open again at her revelation of being a virgin.

I don't shock easily, but that sure as hell did it. And before I give her any more firsts, the little minx left.

This is turning into one long-ass night.

I grip my phone so hard the cell phone case cracks. And now she's all alone on the street in the middle of the night with no money, no phone, no keys and wide open for another mugging.

I pull on a pair of workout pants, running shoes and a t-shirt as I grab my keys and head for the elevator.

As soon as I step into the cargo bay the doorman tips his hat. He takes in my disheveled state without blinking an eye.

"She headed uptown via the Eighth Street Station. She asked for directions. And subway fare."

I have a pretty good temper, but nothing has ever enflamed me faster than one heartbreakingly beautiful, auburn-haired ballerina.

Jaw clenched, I fight to wrangle in my control before my fear for Willow renders me useless to us both. Part of me wars with why the doorman let her get away, but what could he have done to stop her? Nothing. At least he gave her subway fair and knew exactly where she took off to. An unfamiliar sense of gratitude floods me. And it was the only thing that keeps me from strangling him.

"Thank you," I manage to get out as the elevator slides to a halt.

I step into the frigid night air and turn right.

"Sir!" he calls after me though we're probably the same age. "She went that way." He points left with a gloved hand.

Through the park? Fuck.

A cold sweat breaks out over my body and I take off running.

A fast-moving blur of red and white catches my eye twenty yards ahead. There's barely enough light here to see my hand in front of my face. The perfect scenario for anyone with malice in mind.

Willow walks with her head down and her arms wrapped around her midsection. those pretty locks flailing in the brisk wind. A trio of teenage punks whistles, nudging each other when she walks past and I swear I feel the devil in me come to life.

But my angel doesn't look up. When I reach them I let my size and dog face do a lot of the talking. Funny how bullies and punk ass fucker like them take to running when faced with someone meaner and bigger.

"Go home," I growl with quiet menace. The bigger one of the group shows he still has half a brain cell and taps the other two before taking off in a mad run in the opposite direction.

When I turn my attention back to Willow, I find the path ahead of me dark and empty.

I plunge into the darkness. Ten steps and I find her around the bend, a flickering light overhead and it's like I've stepped into a thriller with only the fog missing. No damn way I'm going to stick around for a serial killer to ambush us. My long strides close the distance. If I don't grab her, even though it will scare her, I'm afraid she'll run and deeper into danger. I scoop her up, pinning her to me. Her feet dangle off the ground. I grip her ass and haul her closer, wrapping her around me.

She gasps and tries to fight me at first.

"Willow, it's me."

Damn woman is trembling out of fear and probably the sudden jolt of adrenaline to her bloodstream but there's also a chill in the air. "Where the hell do you think you're going?" I try to hold back my anger but it seeps through. She hears it too. Her back goes stiff.

"Go back to Melissa. Apparently, she's got you on speed dial."

"You took off in the middle of the night, injured, half-dressed with only subway fare, and you're upset with me?"

"Save it, Aron." She tries to fight me, but I hold her in place with a strong grip on her barely covered ass the skirt she has on isn't doing much.

I bury my fingers in her hair and gently pull her back so we're face to face. "Sweetheart, it's my job to answer the phone in the middle of the night. I'm an OR surgeon."

Blue eyes dance between mine at my reminder. I used my thumb to stroke the fleshy part of her hand clean before bringing it to my mouth and kissing it.

Willow's fast intake of breath shoots hope through me, but I should know it will never be that easy with my feisty ballerina.

"There's nothing wrong with my hearing. She called you baby. That wasn't a work call." She tugged her hand from my grasp.

I ignore her attempts to deflect me, and simply gather her close to my body. I know we needed to have this out, but I'd be damn if she stands in the night air shivering under my watch.

"Melissa's my surgical fellow, baby. We work together, and she was doing some follow-up on a patient for me. So I could be with you. She has a wicked sense of humor and calls everyone baby. And likes to play pranks. A lot. That was the whole "I need you" crap. She's riled up a few lovers that way for the doctor on the floor. You can ask her yourself tomorrow if you like." As I speak, a thought occurs to me. Wicked as it is, I can't help but smile. I slip my hands under her skirt and give her ass a squeeze only to find those plump cheeks bare. Naughty little dancer.

"You're jealous," I growl, letting my fingers slip into the crease of her ass and tease her puckered hole

"Go away." She tries to pull out of my arms, but her body arches and forces me to touch more of her.

I give her a gentle smack on the ass. "You keep trying to run away from me, baby. We need to break you of that habit. And if you think I can have you in my bed, my home, my heart and able to think about another woman, you're completely blind."

She stops struggling in my arms. I tip her chin up to find her eyes shining with tears and her lush bottom lip trembling. I'm tempted to lean in and sink my teeth into it, but that would mean taking her virginity on the park lawn.

I hug her and run my hands soothingly up and down her arms. "Come back home with me, Willow. It's late, it's chilly. You and I have some things we need to talk about. Stay tonight, baby. I'll be the perfect gentleman and take you home in the morning if that's still what you want." I leave out the part where if she runs, I'll be two steps behind her.

Willow brushes away tears. "I'll come home with you tonight, Aron. On one condition."

The relief that shoots through me makes me want to lean back and shout. Fuck. I am a goner. I will literally do anything for this woman.

"Stop treating me like some glass princess." She wraps her arms around me and hooks her ankles at the small of my back. Like this I can feel the heat of her core pressing into me, teasing me.

Holding my gaze, she husks in a sugary sweet tone, "Take me to your bed and fuck me like I know you want to. No holding back."

My world spins on its axis. I'm rooted to where I'm standing afraid to take my next breath, afraid I am dreaming.

For the last time I say, "There's no going back." Not because I doubt either of our desires, but as a memory to recall when we're old and gray. The single moment in time where we knew one hundred percent going forward this was it for us.

"No going back," she utters, and my soul feels a thousand pounds lighter knowing she wants a life with me.

"We're ready."

"We?"

"Yep. Me and my virgin pussy."

I don't remember much about getting us back to my penthouse other than doing my best sprint time with Willow in my arms.

Once inside, I lock the door behind us and cage her against it. I take her mouth in a blazing kiss, devouring her every breath.

And she does the same.

In seconds we're stripped of our clothes. She steps into me, her nipples playing over my pecs and I groan, feeling the cold bite from the metal teasing over me.

I take a stud in hand and tug gently, loving the mewling moan. "Did you get these for me?"

"Yes."

I bit back a groan. My cock is rock-solid between us and already dripping pre-cum.

"I belong to you. From nipples, pussy and toes, Doctor." I can hear the sexy smile in her voice. "Now my virginity is yours too."

I pick her up and pin her to my chest and start walking. "Time to show you what it's like to belong to me."

She wraps her legs around my waist so that her bare pussy sits over my straining dick.

I carry her through the living room and lay her out on the bed like a queen.

Her legs fall open and I'm gifted with a delicious view of my property.

She bites her lip as I slide up her body, pinning her legs wide for my large body.

I dip my thumb between her folds and flick it over her engorged clit. She responds beautifully, squirming against my hand and impatiently moaning for more.

As the sound left her, I grinned and pressed my thumb more firmly against her as I take my fingers back and lick off her honey. Pink washes over her cheeks and I know for a fact I'm going to love teaching her everything there is to know about sex. It's going to be a glorious life.

"Hmm, now reach between your legs and spread yourself open for me. I want to see that virgin slit as I feed it every inch of my cock."

"That's it, just like that, hold yourself open for the doctor." I grip her hip in one hand, my cock in the other bringing it to her tight, untouched slit.

"I'm going to fuck you, Willow, every chance I have between now and the time I leave this earth. I'll want to fuck you when you're round with my baby, when you have milk leaking from your pretty nipples." Every muscle in my body is shaking as I dip the head into her drenched channel. Her core tightens and her head is thrown back, her hands fisting the sheets.

"You belong to me." I sink in another inch and she's so tight and perfect around me.

"You're mine. Nobody but me gets this body, this mouth, this pussy. And get this straight, your running days are over, baby. If you get scared or worried or pissed, you give those fears, those worries, that anger to me. I'll take it all. From now on, the only thing you have to worry about is taking my cock and dancing."

Blue eyes are locked on me and I can feel the burn of her emotions through that one connection.

Holding her steady, I push in another inch, then another until I break through her barrier and fully seat myself inside her. With a loud gasp and a shudder, the walls of her pussy clench around me and I go still not wanting to hurt her more.

She hisses next to my ear and I'm pulling her into my arms, soothing her. "It won't last long. It's okay, sweetheart. Just breathe."

Her arms are around me as I rub my hands up and down her spine. She's panting and suddenly she's moving on top of me.

Satisfaction rolls through me as her pussy goes from wet to soaked, wetting my cock and thighs as she moves up and down.

I take her face in the palm of my hand and stare down at her. "No, let's make that pretty pussy come all over my cock."