Chapter Five
Connor
Idrive her up to my cabin, my eyes drifting over to her tiny body over and over again. Any time that I can look away from the curving, mountainous road I stare at her, surprised and gratified that such a beautiful woman trusted me enough to come with me when I know that she’s got a million reasons not to trust any man.
We pull up and I turn off the engine, sitting silently. She studies me and then blurts out, “If you were there that whole time why didn’t you say something?”
“Honestly?” She nods her head. “I have had a feeling right from the very beginning that you had something going on that you needed to take care of. And I wanted you to do what you needed to do to make you happy.”
Her eyes widen. “He’s not a nice man. Did you think that he might be violent?”
“I didn’t think so. But I stayed to watch over you and I just watched over and supported you, knowing that you could do what you needed.” She clears her throat. “My own father had a habit of pushing in and taking over things before he passed away, so that when he died, my mother was at a loss what to do. She passed away three years later, never really able to move on from his loss.” It goes unsaid, I think, that she doesn’t want to be like that.
“Let’s go eat,” I say, dropping down to the ground and walking around the front of the truck.
She opens the door and drops to the ground. “I was coming to open the door for you, darlin’.”
“I can open a door.”
I open the cabin door and let her walk ahead of me. “I know you can but I like to do things for you.”
She smiles. “You’re just a big ol’ teddy bear, aren’t you, Connor Revere?”
I blush and stomp to the kitchen. She follows and it feels right, having her here. She sits down on the barstool at the counter and smiles at me, her wild, lavender hair like a cotton candy halo around her head.
She looks like she belongs here. Belongs to me. Desire and hunger wells up in me. I come back around in front of her and lean down to kiss her gently but as soon as my lips touch hers, it’s like an inferno of blazing hunger takes over, wrestling control from me and I lift her up and on top of the counter, my body leaning over hers. Her skin is so soft and smooth and my fingers dance over her curves. I smile when she moans and writhes underneath me.
I knew she would be like this. Fiery and responsive. Sweet and seductive.
Perfectly meant to be mine.
She hisses when my fingertips skate over her pebbled nipples. “Oh god, don’t stop.”
“I couldn’t even if I wanted to. You’re damn perfect, baby girl.”
I pull her sweater over her head and then twist the clasp on the back of the bra, sucking in a sharp breath when it falls and leaves her full breasts bared to my view. “Perfect.”
“Thank you.”
My head dips down and takes one of those raspberry peaks into my mouth, the taste of her exploding across my tongue. She groans and I rake my teeth across her stiff little bud, blowing on it when she grinds her hips up into me.
“I want you to take me, Connor. Claim me and make me yours.”
“Gladly, sweetheart. As long as you realize that when I do claim you, you’re not getting away. You’re mine and you’ll always be mine.”
She nods her head and I wrap her soft hair around my fist, admiring the lavender strands. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
I slide down her body and pull at her zipper, twisting and turning her until I get her pants off of her and bury my face into her pelvis. Her soft curls tickle my face as I kiss her rounded thighs, her ripe, earthy smell sucked into my lungs, my dick hardening to stone. It throbs like a motherfucker, needing to be inside her. Needing to taste her. And I don’t bother holding onto the reins. I dart my tongue out and tap at her hidden nub and smile when she slams her hips up into my mouth, groaning madly.
“Yes, Connor, yes,” she sighs and her hands tug at my hair, the sting dancing along my scalp.
I pull her pussy wide and can’t stop staring at the warm, wet, pink hole. Her perfect little pussy.
I dart my tongue out again and again, tapping at the little nub as she grinds against me, her breath huffing out. Around and around and over and over, I devour her juices, feeling them drip down my chin. Her spicy taste bursts across my tongue.
She tenses and her body arches straight up, shuddering as she wails out her release. I suck her juices up, my tongue devouring every delicious drop.
She drops to the counter and I stand up, wiping my chin. Holding her arms out, she smiles.
“I don’t want to be done.”
“We’re never going to be done.” I put my hands under her ass and carry her out of the room, straight to my bedroom.
I drop her to the mattress and drink in the sight of all that flushed, pale skin and sparkling emerald eyes.
I pull my shirt over my head and sigh, “I love you, baby.”
“I love you too,” she breathes.
And I rip my pants off and drop over top of her, smiling when she gasps, her green eyes heating with desire.
“This is forever, Iris. One of these days, you’re gonna have my last name and you’re gonna be walking around with a rounded belly, carrying my baby.”
“I’d like that,” she says.
“I would too.”
I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything in this lifetime. Keep those pretty legs open and let me see what’s mine. “This is my pussy.”
I groan and grunt at her, shoving my aching dick inside her body in one quick, deep thrust that has her screaming and shattering under me.