CHAPTER 11
FLETCHER
My cock is hard and throbbing behind the fly of my jeans as I lead her out of the Range and toward my truck. Tonight has been exactly what I wanted it to be so far. We needed to be seen. I wanted to make sure that everyone knows I’ve claimed my woman. Again.
I know I wasn’t the only guy who looked at Eden and wanted her back in the day. She never saw it, but I did. She was gorgeous then, but she’s fucking stunning now. The way she’s grown into herself, the confidence she has, just makes her natural beauty shine that much more.
You can call it possessive, the need I have to make sure everyone knows she’s off limits now with her back in town, but I don’t give a fuck. They need to know. I won’t be able to be with her all the time and I don’t want anyone getting any ideas.
She’s always been mine. The years apart didn’t change a damn thing about that.
As the truck is warming up, I turn toward my woman to find her smiling softly to herself. Just that little bit of joy radiating from her is enough to make my heart pound in my chest.
“This was nice,” she muses as her dark eyes find mine. “Thank you for taking me out. I’ve had a wonderful night.”
“Even though you were worried about being the town pariah?”
Her laughter fills the truck and her cheeks pink with embarrassment. And fuck if it doesn’t make me fall for her even a little bit more. How is it even possible?
She shrugs and shakes her head self-deprecatingly. “The town has always loved you and your family,” she points out. “I wasn’t sure what people knew or speculated about, and I haven’t been back to find out. I’ve spent most of my time since coming home away from town. I just wasn’t sure if people would blame me.” Her voice drops to a whisper, “I got the impression from Mom you changed after we broke up.”
“I did,” I admit. “I closed myself off in a lot of ways and became moodier and grumpier. I wouldn’t let anyone blame you for it, though. It was all me.”
She makes a humming sound as she cocks her head to the side and studies me. “You don’t seem grumpy.”
“How can I be grumpy when the love of my life has come back to me?”
Fuck, when she smiles at me, all I can see is her. I reach out and run the pad of my thumb along her bottom lip, tracing the curve of her smile.
“Eden,” I groan, my cock begging me to keep my mouth shut and just take her to my house to fuck her so hard that she can’t walk straight tomorrow, but I can’t. “I want to take you home.”
Her shoulders slump and she looks down to hide the disappointment on her face. “Of course,” there’s a fake upbeat note in her voice, “it’s been a lovely night.”
“No,” my tone is firm, “you don’t understand.” Her eyes snap up to mine and I can see the questions swirling there. “I didn’t mean taking you back to your parent’s place. I want to take you to my house at Limitless.”
She bites the corner of her mouth to try to suppress her smile, but I can see it in the way her eyes sparkle. “I’d like that,” she murmurs softly.
“You have to know,” I warn her, “if I take you home and you let me have you, there’s no going back. You’ll be mine and we’ll be doing this.”
Eden stares into my eyes for a beat and then breathes out slowly. “I want that. I want you. I’m not going to run away and give up being with you. I’ve missed you every day for 13 years, Fletcher. I can’t go another day without you and without being in your life.”
“Fuck,” I growl and tangle my fingers in her hair and tug her closer.
When my mouth slams down on hers, everything disappears around us. The taste of her on my tongue, the way she moans into my mouth, it’s fucking intoxicating. I could kiss her for the rest of my life and be a happy man.
My cock thumps in my jeans and reminds me that we want to do a lot more than just kiss our Shooting Star. We’re both breathing hard when we break apart. I study Eden’s face, and it’s clear she’s not second guessing herself.
As much as I want to race through our small town, I force myself to drive safely and carefully. Even though we’re both quiet all the way to Limitless, the closer we get the more the tension between us builds. The moment I get her in the house, the house I want to make ours as soon as possible, I won’t be able to keep hold of my control.
She rubs her hands over her pants when we park. My heart is beating so hard that I’m sure she can hear it. “Fletcher,” there’s a neediness in her voice which has me hopping out of the truck and coming around to her side.
When I wrench the door open, I unbuckle her and hoist her over my shoulder. She giggles as her small hands grip the sides of my jacket and she relaxes in my hold.
Fuck. I love her laughter. I love being the reasons she laughs.
I just love her. It probably is too early to say it, but I know I won’t be able to keep it inside for much longer. It would be different if we were strangers, but we’re not. We’ve known each other our whole lives, there was never anyone else for me but her.
My feet don’t stop moving until I’m inside my room, my eyes going to the closed guest room door as we move past it and letting out a silent breath of relief because she can’t see inside even though she’s not paying attention. I don’t want to ruin the surprise too early.
As I slide Eden down the length of my body, I let her feel how hard I am for her. The way I touch her is filled with desperation as I pull her coat and then the rest of her clothes off her body, doing the same to myself as I go.
When she’s down to just her panties and bra, I growl, “Still too many clothes, Shooting Star. Want to see all of you.”
Her hands slide over my chest, and I shudder. “So sexy,” she mutters more to herself than to me.
I can’t help but smile at the way she’s looking at me. The hunger in her eyes has my dick trying to rip its way through my boxer briefs to get to her tight, wet heat.
As I peel her bra from her body, my fingertips slide across her skin. I love the way goosebumps pop up all over her and the little whimpers that fall from her mouth.
Her dark eyes are filled with need as she looks up at me and presses her body against mine. The feel of her soft skin has me gripping her hips tightly.
“Fletcher,” she begs, “please. I need you.”
And I’m fucking done.
“I should take my time with you,” I mumble, trying to remind myself to keep a semblance of my control and not become a rutting, feral animal.
“No,” there’s a whine in her voice. She steps back toward the bed, pulling me along with her. I go along with her willingly.
I’ll follow this woman anywhere.
“I need you to fuck me hard and fast,” she pleads. “Help me forget all the time we wasted and all the days we missed.”
With the grip I have on her hips, I pick her up and toss her onto the bed. I tear my boxer briefs down my legs, my cock springing free before I lean over her and grip her lace panties at each hip.
Her eyes are glassy with lust and need as we stare at each other. A flick of my wrist is all that’s needed to tear her panties from her body.
Having her naked and underneath me makes me want to pound my chest and roar for the entire fucking world to hear. “Fuck,” I grit out through my teeth. “So fucking stunning and all mine.”
Eden arches her body, her skin brushing against mine in the most tantalizing way. “Yes, yours,” she moans as if she can’t get enough even though we’ve barely started.
“I should take this slow and make sure you’re ready for me,” I groan, hating the idea of not being buried inside of my woman in the next five seconds.
“No,” she shouts, her legs wrapping around my waist and pulling me down until our hips are flush. I could resist, I’ve always been stronger than her, but I don’t want to. “Can’t you feel how wet I am for you? My pussy has been dripping for you all night.”
“Fuck,” I growl.
I rock my hips, the length of my shaft parting her pretty pussy lips and allowing me to feel just how soaked she is for me. Her dark eyes are wide and wild, pleading with me to give her everything she needs.
“Do you need me to fuck you, Shooting Star? Does your needy pussy need some relief?”
“Oh fuck,” her entire body shudders as she grinds against my cock. “Yes,” she starts to chant the word over and over again.
I angle my hips so the head of my cock bumps against her clit as she moves. Her panting breaths and the flush of her skin tells me she’s already close.
“You’re going to flood my cock with your arousal and show me just how ready you are for me,” I groan.
She gets wetter with my words; she always did love it when I whispered filthy words in her ear. My girl got off on it. It was a sight to behold, and it hasn’t changed.
“Fletch,” my name on her lips is a drawn-out moan, full of neediness.
I lower my head and suck one of her hard nipples into my mouth and her hips swivel and grind faster. Her body takes exactly what she needs from me. I’m more than willing to give it.
Just as I bite down on her nipple and suck hard, her nails dig into my back, and she comes undone underneath me. Her pussy juice covers the underside of my dick and the way her clit throbs against the sensitive crown of my cock makes it almost impossible not to slam inside of her.
But I need to show her I’ll always take care of her and will put her before my own selfish needs.
“I’m clean, Eden,” I rasp, my face buried in her neck. I pepper kisses along her skin, nipping right under her ear in the place I know has always turned her on. “It’s been years since I’ve been with anyone. I’ll put a condom on if you want, but I want to be inside you with nothing between us.”
Her hands slide into my hair, and she tugs until I follow having no choice but to look down into her half-lidded and desire filled eyes. “I’m clean. I want to feel every jet of your cum, Fletcher. I want you to fill me up. I got the implant after Macklin, so we’re covered.”
I slam my mouth down on hers because I don’t want her to see the disappointment welling up inside of me at the thought of not being able to fill her with my seed and plant a baby in her. At least not today. It’s completely fucking unhinged; and I know it.
Still, I want nothing more.
While gripping the base of my cock and balancing on one arm next to her head, I slide the head of my dick up and down her soaked slit. I tell myself to go slow when I notch myself at her entrance. But the moment I start to push inside of her, all rational thought flies out the window.
I punch my hips forward, filling her in one, hard movement. Her body tenses underneath me, but she doesn’t scream. No, the strangled, needy moan coming from her throat is filled with encouragement and passion which has long been denied and pent up.
Her tight, slick walls give way under the intrusion and her pussy opens up to accept me.
We breathe together as I start to move. Every movement is pure fucking torturous bliss. Being inside of her feels even better than it did all those years ago.
Her body is curvy and supple. I can see the evidence of her carrying her son, the little boy I consider mine even though we don’t share blood, and it’s only made her sexier. She has no idea, but I’m going to show her.
Her whimpers and mewls are music to my fucking ears as she clings to me, her body encouraging mine to give her exactly what she wants and needs.
“Oh yes,” she groans, “just like that. Don’t stop,” her words are breathless, and I can barely hear them over my ragged breaths and the beating of my heart.
“Never,” I snarl.
I watch as her perfect fucking tits bounce with every thrust, our bodies moving together an erotic dance which has never felt so good or so right before.
When I reach between us and press my thumb against her clit, a pretty pink blush works its way up her chest and neck toward her cheeks. She’s trying to hold off, but she’s close. Too close to stop now.
My hips move faster, and I fuck her harder, wanting to leave my mark on her, wanting her to feel me for days.
“Gonna fill you with my cum, Eden. You’re pretty little body is going to take every single fucking drop,” I growl.
Her mouth opens in a perfect ‘o’, her eyes fixated on mine as her walls tighten and her thighs shake. She sucks in a breath, holding it, and comes. I feel every ripple of her pussy, every squeeze of her walls.
“So tight and so fucking wet. That’s right,” I encourage her, “milk my dick.”
It’s too much. And not enough.
We have so much time to make up for and this is just the beginning. I don’t think the rest of our lives is enough time for me to get my fill of her.
Her body coaxes mine and my spine tingles as my balls draw up. With a grunt, I tip my head back and clench my jaw, hoping to last just a little bit longer because I’m not ready for this to be over. When Eden leans up and nips at my chest, her little teeth giving me just a hint of pain, I unravel.
I howl out her name, my muscles tightening as I unload into the depths of my woman.
We’re messy and gulping air as we stare at each other. When I roll onto my back, I take her with me, my cock softening but still inside of her for now.
If I had my way, I would live inside of her for the rest of my life.
My hands slide up and down her back as we bask in the feeling of being together, of being connected.
“I’m never letting you go, Eden,” I promise.
“Good,” she sleepily responds before she yawns.
In a moment I’ll get her cleaned up and then tucked into bed so I can wrap myself around her and make sure she’s safe all night. Fuck, I’ll probably wake her up in just a few hours to have her again. And again.
She’s mine and I’m never letting her go.