Chapter 20
CHAPTER TWENTY
C hainsaw…
I’d done a lot of different drugs in my time. Due to my status as a ginger, not a lot of them did much for me, except when I got hold of some really good absinthe. The good shit, the real shit that was banned here in the US for a long, long time due to the wormwood in the list of its ingredients.
I’d chased the green fairy, the closest thing I had to any kind of addiction, to be totally honest. It was the one thing I kept returning to, the green of the drink turned milky with the right combination of water and sugar…
maybe the green of some good-quality weed.
But again, neither had I found to be as instantly or as all-consuming as lying with Genesis Bordelon.
One taste of her and I knew I was fucked. That one taste would never be enough, and that I’d be craving her for the rest of my life, the rest of my existence.
Fuck.
She was good. So sweet, so fiery, so intense .
She didn’t just lie there either. I mean, I know, she had kissed me , but more than that, she wholly participated in things, didn’t just let me love her, but actively loved me back.
From the sweet bite of her nails into my skin, to the way she caressed my calf with the bottom of her foot, to the way she kissed me and the side of my neck or shoulder when she couldn’t reach my lips.
There were points as I let my body inside her do all the communicating, where I lay my head between her perky tits, pressing the shell of my ear over her heart to listen to it flutter like a caged bird against the bars of her ribs.
…and the way she touched me when I did? Damn .
Her hands, sliding through my hair, her nails scratching lightly against my scalp as she drew steady, deep breaths and let herself luxuriate in the sensations that I fought to bring out in her.
It was erotic, it was beautiful in its otherworldliness, and it was transcendent .
I had dreamed about this. About lying with her, about the look in those beautiful green eyes of hers as I drove myself deep into her hot and ready pussy, and none of it disappointed.
If anything, the reality of making love to her far surpassed the dreaming and the wishing, the wanting and the needing that I’d built up in my head more times than I cared to admit over the years.
Was I maybe a little insane, or obsessed? Probably… but it wasn’t like I’d tried to find her. She’d found me, and the attraction seemed mutual and was certainly undeniable.
I didn’t think too hard about any of it, choosing to let my mind go pleasantly blank for a bit and just indulge in her soft femininity, holding me, hands stroking over my heated skin, cooler somehow yet still warm. She was so soft, and her body fit mine like a glove.
I couldn’t deny how good it felt to be inside her. How good it felt to be with her and in her bed.
I couldn’t understand why anyone would want to harm her, and I would be damned if anyone would.
I would burn the world for this fair maiden, and fuck anyone or anything that’d try to stop me.
She gasped and let out a little “oh!” and I worked myself back and forth over the place inside her that was doing it for her.
I was rewarded by a gentle gripping, a throbbing, a pulsing around my cock that left me close, so very close myself.
Even though I knew it was weak, I still pulled out, rearing up on my knees, and fuck, the sight of my pearly jets of cum splashing against her fair skin in the low lighting of her room made my balls clench that much harder.
There was just something about it.
I didn’t leave her body for very long. I didn’t care about messes or get precious. I lay right back down over the top of her and brought my lips to hers in a kiss that sealed my feelings over her with something more possessive than I’d felt about anything other than my bike.
She wrapped her arms around me, her fingertips tapping lightly over my spine in between my shoulder blades, sending a ripple of pleasant sensation through me like a shot of mercury silver.
I pulled back and looked her in the eyes. She blushed and bit off a slightly nervous laugh and murmured, “Well, that was hot.”
I chuckled, kissed the tip of her nose, and murmured back, “I’m here at your disposal any time you want me.”
She giggled, and I grinned and delved my arms beneath her, holding her tight to me.
“Be careful what you wish for,” she cautioned.
I chuckled and pulled back to look her in the eyes once more and said, “Oh, I know exactly what I’m signing up for.” I kissed her again before she could get all flustered.
All that did was serve to stoke the embers of our cooling passion back to a blaze, which I was not complaining about.
Before long, I had her on her knees and was pushing into her from behind, hands on her hips, thumbs caressing the small of her back as I took her harder this way than I’d been before, but I just couldn’t resist.
She bowed down to the mattress, sliding her arms above her head, gripping the edge of the mattress below the headboard, and making these hot little feral sounds with every thrust I made.
Fuck yes, that was hot. So hot.
I implored her to hang on for me, and I drove into her, and oh, man, she responded beautifully, arching, pressing her hands against the top of her bed to press back onto me as I worked myself in and out of her in a punishing rhythm and steady pace.
I put my thumb against her asshole and teased it, and she cried out and pushed back, inviting the touch.
I licked my thumb and pressed it against the tight ring of tissue and played as I fucked her, lubing it up, pressing, pressing, pressing, until that tight ring gave way and let me in.
She yowled like a cat, and one arm disappeared beneath her as she found her clit with her fingertips, and her pussy tightened up around my invading cock.
“Yeah, baby, that’s it,” I encouraged, as she slicked her fingers through the wetness between her thighs and went to town against her clit.
Oh yeah . That was good, that was precious.
I gritted my teeth and held on to myself as long as I could.
Just when I couldn’t anymore, she cried out, her pussy danced around my cock, pulling me in, and I lost my steady cadence and thrust in harder, pulling my thumb from her tight little asshole and collapsing over the top of her as I poured my essence inside her grasping, tight cunt.
It felt good, marking her both inside and out like that, and I couldn’t wait to go even further with her. I wanted to claim every bit of her, from her mouth to her back door. I was a freak like that.
We were both spent by this time, and lay cuddled against one another, panting and gasping for breath, neither one of us caring about or minding our mess.
“I’m on birth control,” she said finally, and I kissed her forehead.
“Do you want us to use protection from now on?” I asked. It didn’t really matter to me either way.
“I feel like a bad doctor,” she said with a laugh, and I shook my head.
“You feel like a woman who knew what she wanted in the moment and took it. I can appreciate that,” I said, and I kissed the top of her head.
She looked up at me, and I pressed my lips against her forehead.
When I pulled back, she had her eyes closed and this serene, almost peaceful look upon her face.
“You good?” I asked.
She nodded faintly and cuddled into my side more, laying her head on my shoulder.
“You wouldn’t mind?” she asked. “Wrapping it up, you know, in the future?”
“Not at all,” I said casually. “Especially if it means I get to do more of that with you… you know, in the future.”
She smiled. I could feel the curve of her lips against my chest. Her fingertips at my shoulder, running them over the seam of scar tissue there, gently palpating the old wound that she’d patched up once upon a time and stabilized my ass so I could get into surgery.
I wanted to tell her that I was sure she’d stolen a part of my heart that night, and had held a piece of my love wrapped in gratitude in the pocket of her scrubs ever since – but I definitely didn’t want to scare her off or come on too strong.
“Sleep, baby,” I whispered, and gave her a little squeeze. “Got a long day tomorrow, the both of us.”
“Mm.” She made a small noise of agreement and sighed. It wasn’t long before her light breaths deepened, becoming long and even as she drifted off on my chest.
I held her, staring into the dark, the ceiling fan above her bed going at a good clip and cooling us and hoped that even after I took care of her little problem by way of her pet psychopath, if we had a shot at things beyond that…
I certainly hoped so.