Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
Skylar
Who am I right now? I don’t even recognize my own behavior. All I know is that I handed my trust over to this man, so when he brought up spanking, I knew it’d be something I’d like. And holy shit, was he right. Being playful and allowing him to control a situation I didn’t feel comfortable in allowed me to release all my anxiety and let him take over.
I moan as Walker pulls out, feeling every inch of his girth. As teenagers, his size had been a problem. We had no experience, and each time we tried to have sex, we couldn’t figure out how to make it work. Thank god for the internet, where we learned the art of stretching.
When he thrusts back in, he slaps my ass hard enough to sting and make me hiss. He follows it up by kneading the tender flesh, making it feel all better.
“This pussy was made for me. Tell me it’s mine. Tell me your pussy belongs to me now,” he says between labored breaths.
“It’s yours. It has always been yours.”
“Yeah, it is.” With one final swat to my butt cheek, he pulls out completely and taps my outer thigh. “Roll over, Sunny. Let’s watch each other fall apart.”
God, I want that, so I flip over, my eyes glued to this mammoth of a man kneeling in front of me, lazily stroking his monster cock. He has never been sexier than he is right now, with his mussed-up hair from where I held on as he ate my pussy and the primal hunger in his eyes.
“Baby, come here. I need you.” I hold my arms out and let my knees fall to the side, exposing every private inch of me.
“I’ll give you anything you want, especially if it means my dick gets to be inside you.” He drags a finger up my slit and hums. “Look how wet for me you still are. I think that means you can give me one more orgasm.”
I tilt my hips up, and he guides himself into my entrance, still being careful not to hurt me. His face screws up as if he’s in pain, but I know it means he’s trying not to come. It’s a heady feeling to know I have the power to bring this man to his knees.
Once he’s fully seated, he lowers on top of me, holding most of his weight up on his elbows and his knees he’s using for purchase. Our panting breaths mingle in the few inches between us, and he holds my gaze as he rocks into me.
“I love you,” I say openly. “I never stopped. Not for one day.”
“Jesus. You can’t say shit like that to me when I’m barely hanging on as it is.” His thrusts increase in intensity and speed. “I swear to Christ, I’ll never make you regret giving me that gift. I fucking love you too. So much. Now come for me.”
My toes curl into the mattress, and I dig my nails into Walker’s shoulders as my body gives him exactly what he asked for. I’m frantic as my hips lift, meeting him thrust for thrust, reveling in the sound of our bodies coming together in the most carnal way.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant as my pussy clamps down on him, signaling his own orgasm. He comes on a roar, pleasure overtaking both of us. It’s more than a release, more than a joining of bodies; I feel our souls intertwine, creating a connection so strong, nothing will come between us. He feels it too; I can see it in his eyes.
His forehead wrinkles, and he curses right as a rush of warmth fills me. Slowly, he pulls out slightly, then surges forward again, holding himself deep. He repeats this once, twice, three more times before coming down from his high.
His expression softens, and he dips down to give me a sweet, chaste kiss before rolling us over, somehow keeping his cock nestled inside me. He engulfs me in his embrace as I rest my head on his chest, listening to the rhythmic pounding of his heart and inhaling his woodsy scent. His strong arms tighten their hold, making it impossible to get away. But why would I want to? I’m safe, I’m cared for, and I’m. . . fuck, am I happy?
Suddenly, I’m overcome with emotion and can’t help but laugh. What starts with a small chuckle rapidly progresses into something that takes over my whole body. It’s just what I need to release all the regret over wasted years and, for once, allow myself to look forward to the future.
I’m inviting danger into both our lives, but what we have is rare and epic, a love so special, other people can only dream of having it. It’s worth protecting, and I trust Walker feels the same.
“I’m hoping there’s a reason for your laughter that I’m unaware of, and you’re not mocking my performance because I pulled out all my best moves for you.”
I snuggle down deeper, snaking my arms under his shoulders as I work to regain control of myself. “No, it’s not that. Your performance was top-tier, best I’ve ever had. It’s just that I realized I’m happy.”
He kisses the top of my head. “Me too, Sunny, but unless you want a do-over, I’d quit it with the laughing.”
“What do you mean?” I snicker and feel his cock thicken. Only then do I realize I’ve been squeezing him internally. Lifting my head off his chest, I ask, “Would that be so bad?”
“I don’t want you to be sore.”
“Well, Girthmaster, I think that’s a foregone conclusion. Might as well take advantage of me now, before my pussy realizes it just got pounded by a tree trunk.”
“You’re good for the ego. I think I’ll keep you around.”
“As if you didn’t already know.” I push off his chest and sit up, and this new position forces him so deep, it’s almost painful.
“Fuck me.” He reaches up to play with my breasts, which sway as I slowly rock my hips.
“I’m trying to.”
We’re interrupted by an alarm that has my head on a swivel. Walker grabs his phone from the nightstand and sits up, wrapping an arm around me. His brows furrow, and I can tell something is wrong.
“What is it?”
“One of the trail cams picked up movement. It’s probably just a deer or elk. Hold on, let’s watch.” He taps the screen of his phone and then holds it down so we both can see. Three snowmobiles weave between the trees, kicking snow up behind them. The clip is only seconds long, but it’s enough for me to see the riders are most likely men wearing all black, including balaclavas, making it impossible to see who they are.
“Better get dressed,” Walker says.
I scramble to get off Walker, hardly noticing his pained expression and the large amount of semen leaking from me. “Oh my God. Is it them? Damn it. I knew this would?—”
“Calm down. They’re definitely a group of assholes, but they’re not from the MC, baby.” He gingerly walks to the bathroom, and I follow.
“Then who is it?”
Holding a hand out for me to follow him into the shower, he says, “It seems our little bubble has popped and it’s time to deal with reality because my nosy-ass friends are here.”
“The artist, the doomsday prepper, and the sheriff?” I ask as warm water hits me at every angle, allowing for a massage. God, I love this shower.
He squirts some soap into his hand and smirks as he reaches between my legs. “Yeah.”
I swat at him. “I can do that.”
“I know. It’s just more fun when I do.”
“Knock it off. Your friends are walking through the door any minute,” I hiss.
“Nah. They’ll wait outside with the bitches. They know I saw them on the camera and will open my door when I’m ready for them.”
“They’ll freeze if you leave them out there too long.” I snag the body wash from his hand while he throws his head back in laughter. “What’s so funny? It’s freezing out there.”
“You’ll have to toughen up if you want to become a northerner.”
It hits me—really hits me—that in order to get away from Klutch and start a new life with Walker, I’ll be moving to Culver Springs. Does that also mean I’ll live here with him? He implied he’ll keep me safe on his property, but if there comes a day when there’s no threat, will I have to find a place of my own?
It shouldn’t even be up for debate because of course, I should get my own place. We’re acting like the last fifteen years never happened and just picking up where we left off, which is not the case. We’re both different people now and should spend time getting to know each other again. Plus, I’m carrying another man’s baby. It’s a weird time to jump into a relationship. Right?
“Earth to Sunny,” Walker says, breaking through my spiraling thoughts. I glance down at his beautiful, glorious body covered in suds. His thick cock is still half-hard, hanging heavy between his legs, and I throw all logic out the window. I’m okay with moving fast if it means I get to enjoy all the orgasms I can handle. “You good?”
“Yeah, why?”
He smirks as he rinses. “No reason.”
After drying off and dressing—me in a pair of Walker’s long johns and another T-shirt, him in a pair of perfectly worn jeans and a navy blue Henley—we go downstairs to greet our unexpected guests. I’m reluctant, because while Walker looks effortlessly sexy, I look unkept and homely.
Without a silk pillowcase or curl cream, my hair resembles a lion’s mane, and since I have no make-up or proper skin care, my complexion looks flat. Plus, I’m getting so used to these comfortable, baggy clothes, I worry I’ll never go back to anything form-fitting. Yet, as he opens the door, Walker wraps an arm around me like I’m something to be proud of.
We find the three men on the porch, each drinking out of a steaming thermos. Walker must leave them waiting on the porch often if they came prepared.
“Good morning,” Rowan says.
“It’s noon,” Walker deadpans.
“Well, good afternoon then.” Rowan’s smile is big and knowing.
“What are you assholes doing here?” Walker asks.
“For the record, I don’t want to be here,” Ridge says. “But they ambushed me.”
“We thought we’d check in and see how you faired during the storm,” Wilder explains, eyeing Walker’s arm around me. “Obviously, you survived.”
“Are you going to invite us in, or are you going to make your poor bride freeze out here?” Rowan asks.
“Shit.” He ushers me back in just as my teeth start to chatter. “Come in, I guess.”
While the three men strip themselves of their winter gear, a process I now know can take the better part of ten minutes, Walker leads me into the living room, where he sits me on the sofa and covers me in a blanket.
“Just tell me if they make you uncomfortable. I’ll kick their asses out into the snow.” He sits next to me, pulling my feet into his lap. The way he has no shame in how quickly we’ve become reacquainted makes my heart do a little flip. He’s not playing it cool in front of his boys the way a lot of guys would, and I love him all the more for it.
“I’m fine. Promise,” I say, even though I am not at all fine. Walker said he wants to tell them about Klutch so they can help keep an eye out, but I fear they’ll think I’m using him to get away from a bad situation. It’s what I would think if I were them.
The guys must spend a lot of time here because they make themselves at home. Ridge darts to the kitchen and rummages through the cupboard until he finds a ceramic mug to pour his coffee into. Wilder props himself up against a wall in the living room, folding his arms over his chest and observing me like I’m a suspect he’s interrogating. Then there’s Rowan, who flops himself into Walker’s ugly leather chair, kicking his feet up.
Apparently, no one knows how to break the ice because the silence is awkward as everyone settles in. Then Rowan opens his mouth. “Now, why would you spend all these years being an adulterous bastard when you had this pretty little thing locked down already?”