Dark Desire (9 page)

Her face falls and I feel horribly guilty. I plaster a smile on my
face; this isn’t the time to kill her spirits. “I’d love that!”

She beams and begins prattling about how much fun we will have with Jenny. When the visit is over, I walk out exhausted. I can’t deny that seeing her happy does bring a little burst of happiness to my own soul. Part of me, deep down, knows she didn’t mean to hurt me. I can only do my best to move past it and try to slowly build a relationship with her again.

“Hey baby.” Jagger grins when I walk out.

“Hey yourself,
”

“I need your mad cooking skills tonight.”

“Oh?”

“Maggie and Aunt Mary are coming
over; they want to get to know you better.”

“Aunt Mary?”

“She’s my Mom’s sister; she took us in when Mom died. She’s great.”

I smile. “I’d love to meet her, and I’d love to see Maggie again. Sure, I’ll cook.”

“Pot roast?”

I grin. “You got it handsome.
”

He smirks and grips my hips, pulling me close. He looks up at me from his spot on the waiting chairs and I feel heat creep into my cheeks. Looking down into those crystal blue eyes mak
es everything fall into place.

“Can I have anything I want?”

I take his face in my hands, “Within reason.”

“Can I have this body…all to myself?”

“You already have it.”

“I want all of it.
”

I frown. “You’ll get all of it, you impatient ass. It’s not my fault your dick is too big to…”

A lady clears her throat and my cheeks swell instantly. I had forgotten for a moment where we are. I turn and stare at the two families staring at us in shock. I look back down at Jagger, whose face is blank for a moment, and then he bursts out laughing, gripping his stomach and doubling over. I rush out, mortified that I said that so loudly.

“Aw, come here baby!” he laughs, jogging behind me as I rush down the street.

“I can’t believe I just did that!”

“Neither, that was classic.”

I slap his arm and he smirks at me.

“Take me
shopping; I need chocolate, a lot of it.”

He winks at me and helps me into the car where he proceeds to chuckle
. I crank up the radio and ignore him.

“Aw baby, come on, it was funny!”

“Prick,”

We drive down the road, and I wind down the window, letting the wind whip through my hair.

“You look fuckin’ perfect sitting beside me right now, Willow.”

I turn and grin at him, “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,”

I hear a favorite song come on, and I squeal and clap my hands. Jagger rolls his eyes.

“Aw come on baby,” I croon. “Sing with me.”

“Yeah, that’s not going to happen.”

I grin at him, and then begin singing in my loudest, ugliest voice. He roars with laughter, but I keep going.

“Girl you make my speakers go boom boom…”

“Come on baby, live it up for me. I thought you’d do anything for me.” I tease.

He laughs and then surprises me by singing.

“That kinda thing makes a man go mhmm mhmm; You're lookin' so good in what's left of those blue jeans.”

Wow, that was fuckin’ sexy. Jagger has a husky voice, and when he’s happy and carefree like this, he just looks so perfect. He’s got that deep kind of beauty that can be expressed in so many different ways. He’s deep.

“
I’m a little drunk on you, and high on summer time!”
We both sing loudly.

“See, now you know why you love me!” I giggle, when the song finishes.

He looks over at me for a moment, and his smile slips away and is replaced with a serious expression.

“I’ve always known why I loved you, Willow baby.”

I smile and continue singing and laughing the entire way to the store.

“At least you’re over what happened at your
mother’s institution.” He teases.

“Oh, that was a real ego booster for you, wasn’t it Mr. Black?”

“Fuck yeah; you just raved about how big my cock is…”

My cheeks swell and in a husky voice, I purr, “Say that again.”

“Cock,” he drawls, grinning at me.

“And again…”

“Cock baby, cock, cock, cock.”

“I love when you say that,
you have a filthy fucking mouth Jagger Black.”

He smirks.
“You fuckin’ love my dirty mouth as much as you love my cock…”

I close my eyes and moan. I love the way that word rolls off his tongue. I love the way his deep, husky voice flows from his lips when he says it. It’s a massive turn on.

“Bad girl, you want it?” He whispers, pulling the car up.

“Jagger…we’re in a parking lot.”

He smirks and grips the top button of his jeans, undoing it.

“Jagger,” I breathe.

He slides the zipper down and when he reaches in and takes his length out, I feel my eyes darting around the car park, to make sure no one is around. Thankfully we’re right at the end and it’s dark and quiet.

“Touch me, right here…”

“I can’t!” I gasp.

“Baby, you can and you will…”

I feel my brows rise. “Oh will I?”

He begins stroking, he leans his head back against the head rest and moans lightly. Bastard knows I like that.

“If you don’t touch it, I will.”

“Jagger!”

He strokes and I feel my eyes grow heavy watching his hand move up and down that beautiful cock, stroking and tweaking it until he’s panting and groaning. Part of me wants to reach out and take it, but the other part wants to watch him come on his own.

“
Better touch me soon,” he rasps, “Coz’ I’m gonna come.”

He strokes and strokes, his blue gaze meets mine and I lean over, dragging my lips across his. He moans and his hand works faster, squeezing and pulling with quick stokes. I kiss his neck, sucking and licking until he’s so wound up I can see the veins in his arms bulging.

“Goin’ to come, fuck,”

I lean down quickly, replacing his hand with my mouth. I suck him with force and relish in his roar and the feeling of his hips jerking as he releases into my warm mouth. He growls as spurt after spurt hit the back of my throat.

“Fuck…fuck…”

When he’s done, I pull back and grin at him.

“Well, I guess we should go shopping.”

His brows raise and a smile tugs at those beautiful lips.

“I look just fucked…”

I lean over and kis
s him softly. “Heck yeah you do and I love it.”

I slide out of the car, and a moment later he does too. He reaches over and takes my hand when I walk around the car, and we head into the store together. It feels nice to be in public together, out and about as though we just belong. Everything about Jagger and I
makes me feel like he’s where I belong. We collect everything we need for dinner, and return home, both smiling and both happy for the first time in a long, long while.

~*~*~*~*

Jagger’s Aunt, what can I say? She comes across as a lovely woman, with her dazzling smile, dark hair and light hazel eyes. She’s tall, slender and very beautiful for her age. She speaks in soft tones and smiles and nods a lot when listening. She clearly loves Jagger and Maggie, maybe a little too much. It seems they can do no wrong in her eyes, especially Jagger.

“So, tell me Willow, what do you do for a living?”

I’m just placing the pot roast onto the table when she asks the question. How to answer that? I look up at her with a smile, catching Jagger’s happy expression as I move.

“Currently I’m just doing some waitressing.”

“Oh.”

She says it
in a similar tone one would use when putting off food into their mouth. Am I the only one who can see she doesn’t like me? Or maybe I’m over reacting.

“It’s only temporary,
and then I’ll go back to office work.”

This seems to impress her a little more. “That’s nice.”

“Willow is smart as hell Aunt Mary, she’s got a good head on her shoulders,” Jagger says, pulling a spoonful of potatoes out of the pot.

“I’m sure baby, I’m sure.”

Baby? Who calls their older nephew baby? It’s creepy.

“Aw, don’t call me that Aunt Mary!” Jagger says, his face hardening a little.

“Johnny, sweetheart, you were always my baby. When your Momma died, you use to curl up on my lap and let me stroke you for hours, you were a sweetie.”

Stroke him? Is this woman kidding? I walk back into the kitchen. I am
mid-way through reaching up for some cups when Mary walks in.

“Oh my L
ord, what happened to your stomach?”

I quickly lower my arms, and I can feel my eyes widening.

“Oh…car accident,”

“My goodness, how did that happen?”

“Um…well…” Shit, I am stumbling over my words. “Well, it was raining and…”

“There you are
, I hope you’re not in here hassling Willow.” Jagger says, walking into the kitchen.

“Not at all, I was just helping.”

Mary takes the glasses and walks out; I sigh and close my eyes.

‘Isn’t she great baby?”

Great? Sure, to them maybe.

I plaster a smile on my face.
“She’s lovely.”

“You look so fuckin’ edible with that apron on.”

I grin and wrap my arms around him, resting my head on his chest and taking a moment to just listen to his heart beating.

“You ok?” he asks.

“Hmmmm,”

“Now son, stop doing that in front of your Aunt. It’s inappropriate!”

I roll my eyes and step back from Jagger, plastering that blasted fake smile back on my face.

“Sorry Aunt Mary, I can’t help myself.” Jagger says, grinning at me before walking out.

I quickly pick up the gravy dish and rush out. Everyone has begun eating, how freaking rude. I serve myself and sit down, nibbling at the food.

“The meat rocks.
” Jagger says, complimenting me.

“It’s lovely Willow, thank you.
” Maggie smiles.

“It’s a little dry, but it’s probably because we kept you talking.” Mary smiles, but it’s so false I want to reach over and slap it from her face. Dry? Is she serious?

I turn to Maggie, needing to calm myself.

“How’s the practice going Maggie?”

“It’s going well, I’m so busy. I’m employing another doctor next week, just for some help.”

“That sounds like a good idea, it must get stressful.”

“Maggie holds her own,” Mary begins. “She’s always been made for great things. It’s not stressful for her.”

“It can be.
” Maggie says, giving me a warm smile.

Right now I want to throw my knife right at Aunt Haggard
’s face. I push my plate away, I’m not hungry anymore.

“Oh dear, aren’t you going to eat more? You’re far too skinny as it
is; I hope you don’t have a disorder?”

“AUNT MARY!” Jagger roars.

Mary’s eyes widen and she fakes shock. “I wasn’t trying to be rude.”

“Excuse me,” I whisper, pushing my chair back and walking down the hall.

When I get to our room, I walk into the bathroom and turn the water on, splashing my face. The woman doesn’t like me, but I can’t figure out why. I take a few calming breaths and walk back out, only to pause mid-way down the hall when I hear them speaking.

“She’s not good for you Johnny, she’s dark.”

“You don’t know her.” Jagger snaps.

“I saw the
scars; she has them all over her stomach and wrists. She’s got a disorder, she hardly ate. A girl like that will only drag you down. I love you enough to see it. She’s dangerous to someone like you. Your life has been hard enough; you don’t need someone like that adding to it. Walk away son, pick yourself back up.”

“Back down now Aunt Mary, I love you but I won’t tolerate you putting her down.”

“I care about you too, that’s why I’m saying it!”

“Ok, that’s enough Aunt Mary, Willow is lovely.” Maggie says.

“Sharleen was lovely; she was bright, bubbly and perfect for you. Then you started seeing this Willow and she’s changing you. Johnny, your life was getting better, you and Sharleen were trying for a baby and everything was coming good and now you’re living dangerously again.”

“That isn’t because of Willow!”

“Isn’t it? I heard about her father, you wouldn’t be in this mess if it wasn’t for her family. She’ll drown you Johnny, girls like that are no good for the soul.”