Chapter 12
Fawn
We lay there in companionable silence. His heart beats steady beneath where my head rests.
I don’t know why I’m blabbering so much.
I guess he’s just easy to talk to and I’m not looking in his eyes, seeing any disgust or revulsion.
I remember telling kids at school that our water came from the stream, we used a cistern and Mom butchered our chickens.
I thought it was normal, they were horrified that we were so backward.
I don’t feel any judgement from him. In fact, he’s understanding, knowledgeable. With him I feel a sense of companionship like never before. The way he volunteers to help, the way he just does things like the firewood, the fire, fixing the bathroom window. As if this is normal life for him too.
I feel his lips brush the top of my head, then he kisses my forehead. Excitement ripples through me as he shifts us so he’s lying along my side.
Leaning on his elbow, he cups his hand under my chin and gently raises my lips to his. His kiss is warm, gentle. He teases his tongue along the seam of my lips before seeking entrance. Taunting and teasing, I’m breathless when he retreats.
“Fawn, I want you. Will you let me make love to you?”
I push on his shoulder until he lies on his back, meeting my gaze in the glow from the fire. “Let’s do it together this time.”
I hand him the condom from the pillow and watch as he rolls it on his already swollen cock. Once he’s covered, he nudges my shoulder.
“I’m going to love on you a little first. Lie back, love. I need you to be ready.”
He kisses a path from my lips down my body.
The gentle brush of his beard is titillating in its own way.
My hands roam his warm back and hard shoulders luxuriating in his heat.
Pausing, his warm lips tease my already hardened nipples, before trailing lower to my girly parts.
Wedging his broad shoulders between my legs, his eyes locked on mine, as he deliberately licks a path from the start of my vulva to my clit.
My hips thrust up like a divining rod seeking more.
“I love how responsive you are. How you taste.” He runs two fingers through my labia and licks my juices from his fingers. “Delicious. So perfect.”
Lifting his hips slightly, he positions himself at my entrance. Thick and long, he slides in me ever so slowly, letting me adjust. He fills me in the best way, making me feel whole. The look on his face shows me his pleasure at our union.
Pausing, he covers my lips with his, teasing, taunting, thrusting his tongue against mine in a promise of what’s to come.
“More, Spade. I’m ready.”
He chuckles lightly and starts to move.
Oh the way he fills me, supporting me with an arm under my back. One hand cups my shoulder as he drives into me. Deeper, stronger, longer with each stroke. Need overwhelms me and I reach higher and higher for that promised release, that union with another.
Slipping his hand between us he touches my nub. “Now, love. Now. Together.”
Pleasure ripples over me in tune with his own shudders. After we’ve both recovered, he leans on one elbow and looks down at me. “Never, Fawn. Never have I felt so whole.”
“Me either.”
Hours later I wake to a cold nose pressed to my cheek. I open my eyes to Marble’s ‘I have to go now’ gaze. Gently disengaging from my sleeping lover, I climb from bed and quickly dress.
Letting the dogs out I see the snow has stopped. The sun’s rays are glistening on the pristine drifts. Spade comes up behind me in the doorway, kissing my neck and wrapping his arms around my waist as we watch the dogs frolic in the snow.
“I checked my phone and had a signal. I sent Jax a message letting him know I was with you. He’s at his cabin. Once he’s helped with the twins, he’ll call.
“Should we split the chores? You want to use the truck and clear the yard, and I can handle the livestock or vice versa?” he asks.
“Or…” He lifts an eyebrow. “We could just pretend we’re still snowed in for a few more days. Leave the snow where it is, take care of the animals and spend the day in bed. I’ve got another four days at least before I’ll hear if I got the job and nowhere I want to be but here.”
Slipping from his arms I turn and meet his gaze. “What happens then?”
“If I get the job?”
“Or if you don’t?”
He leans against the porch railing. “What do you want to happen?”
“I asked you first.”
“If I had my choice, I’d get the deputy job. If not, I’ll find something else in town. I was a carpenter with my gramps and already plan on helping Jax with the upgrade to his cabin.
“I want to spend every hour I can right here with you. Helping with the stock and anything else you’ll let me do.” He raises an eyebrow. “Fawn, I’m not the guy who hops into bed just to get off. I have to feel something. I need to care.”
“Do you?”
“Yes.” He stiffens and steps back. “I—I thought you did too. Was I wrong? Was this something real and meaningful, or was I just an opportunity?”
He’s hurt, doubting. “It is for me, too. I’m not good at this. Like I told you I have no experience. I’m—I’m a little scared. I don’t know what comes next or how to proceed.”
Taking my hand in his, he steps closer. “Then we’re both scared. We take our time and get to know more about each other.
“I need to be able to pull my own weight. I’ve got a place in town and if I get the deputy job I’ll have a few months of training, then I’ll be working three or four day shifts.
I’d like to spend as much time as possible with you.
Let us really get to know each other. I’d like to come here and help, spend time with you, take you on some dates.
Hell, I even want to learn how to sheer the sheep.
“We both need to take it slow. But this feels more right than anything has in a long time.”
“It’s what I want, too.”
He pulls me in for a kiss then leans his forehead against mine. “Let’s take care of the animals. We can plow later.”
While I cook breakfast he talks with Jax explaining what he saw, the shooting, and that his injuries are, in his words, minor.
Jax agrees to contact the sheriff and relay the information.
Once he’s plowed a path at his cabin, he’ll be over to help clear my road.
He insists we need to be able to get out if we need to.
Spade volunteers to take care of the excessive snow on the roof, while I plow the yard and start on the road.
I’m a little past halfway down when Jax meets me coming up from the main road.
When we’ve finished, he follows me up to the house.
He and Spade give each other the clasped-hand bro hug I’ve seen other guys do.
“Come in, I just made coffee and warmed some of Fawn’s homemade biscuits. You have to try her blackberry jam,” Spade offers.
Jax smiles and winks at me. “I never turn down coffee and biscuits. Heads up, another storm is supposed to hit tonight. Not like this last one but expect a couple more inches at least.”
Between the two of them they polish off half a dozen biscuits before Jax leans back in his chair. “You need to sell that jam. In fact, I’d buy some off you right now for Maura. She’ll love it.”
“I’ll give you a couple jars for her before you leave.”
He nods at me. “I talked to the sheriff and told him I got your photos, Spade. Look for him tomorrow. He’s been trying to catch these two for months. Did you recognize them, Fawn?”
“I don’t know them but I’m sure it’s the same guys I’ve seen on the mountain before. Same plaid jackets and the ATV has an orange bumper. I’m not sure they made it off the mountain before the storm hit. If they were headed to the old mine they may be stuck there. They didn’t have snow tracks.”
He nods. “I’ll make sure the Sheriff is prepared. If I remember right, it should be manageable from here. If you don’t mind that we meet here as a command post.”
I nod. “Depending on the drifting. If they are using the old mine, they could be in rough shape. It will depend on if they had back up supplies like skis and food. If they made a drop and were smart enough to turn right around, they may have made it out. But I didn’t hear anything when I was rescuing Spade. ”
Jax shakes his head. “Fools.”