I discarded my shirt an hour ago. The heat of training had made the extra layer unnecessary. The added benefit was watching Willow try not to stare.
“Am I distracting you?”
She rolls her eyes. “I think you’re projecting. You’re the one trying to distract me. What’s up?”
“It was Belov.”
She freezes immediately. “What?”
“Belov,” I repeat. “He called.”
“Are you serious?” She jumps to her feet. “Why do you sound so calm? And why didn’t you bring me in to listen?”
“Because he called me,” I growl. “Not you. I’m training you so that you won’t be a sitting duck if it comes to a fight. That doesn’t mean I’m going to take you into one.”
She stops short, her expression calculating. “He asked for a meeting, didn’t he?”
She’s more perceptive than I’ve given her credit for. “Something like that.”
“I’m coming.”
“No, you’re not.”
She stares at me in disbelief for a moment. “You’re really going to leave me behind?”
“Yes.”
“You bastard,” she snaps. “He is my son. Pasha is my son. I won’t be left behind.”
“There’s no point fighting me on this, Willow,” I say. “You won’t win.”
I move towards the cabin. She runs ahead of me and blocks me before I can reach the door. “Oh, no, you fucking don’t,” she hisses. “You can’t just walk away from me.”
“Go to your room. The session is over.”
“Like hell it is. Why can’t I be there?”
“Because my job is to keep you safe.”
I try to push her out of the way, but she clings to me. Her limbs are tangled up with mine so I don’t even know where to start peeling her off.
“Since when?” she asks. “You used me as bait before. Let me go with you.”
“That was different.”
“How was that—”
“You ran off,” I remind her. “You got captured and put me in a bind. I didn’t have a choice.”
“Well, now you do. And I want you to choose to take me with you.”
“No.”
“Why not?!”
“Because I can’t lose you both!”
Her eyes go wide as the words settle between us like fresh snowfall. Her anger doesn’t exactly melt away, but it shifts. Her eyes narrow in on me. My mouth.
Then, without another word, she kisses me.
It’s a vicious, crushing kiss, and I give back in kind. I walk forward until her back is pressed against the wall, and then we’re ripping each other’s clothes off. Even against a wall, we’re still out in the open. But I’m not in a position to stop this. And Willow doesn’t seem to care anymore than I do.
Her fingers slide into the waistband of my pants. She pulls my cock free and starts rubbing her hips against mine.
“I want you inside me now,” she breathes.
This request, I see no reason to deny.
She wraps her legs around my waist, and we slide together in one thrust. “Blyat’，” I curse in Russian as I sink into her.
She’s wet and only getting wetter by the minute.
“Yeah,” she moans as I press deeper inside her. “Fuck me, Leo.”
I pound into her until it feels like the whole cabin might collapse around us. Her pussy tightens around me as her orgasm quickly crests and then breaks around me.
She screams my name as she comes, and it's so hot that I don't want to hold back. I erupt inside of her, driving into her until I'm completely spent.
Breathing heavily, I lean my forehead against the wall with Willow trapped between my arms.
Her hands smooth up and down my naked chest. Steam rises off our bare skin in spiraling columns.
“That was fast,” she says, eyes flashing with laughter.
I narrow my eyes at her. “I got the job done, didn’t I?”
Then she pushes at my chest to give herself a little more breathing room. She zips herself up again.
“You can’t always control everything, Leo,” she says softly. “You know that, right?”
The moment has passed. We're back to business, back to the endless chess game that is my life.
“I’ve managed so far.”
“We can’t trust Belov. If he’s called this meeting, it’s because he’s got something up his sleeve.”
“And you think I don’t know that?”