Chapter 14 – Cam
Asingle candle burned on the kitchen table.
Frowning, I peered through the window. Why would she leave that fire hazard there?
It wasn’t safe. Perhaps she’d gone to bed and forgotten about it.
That was highly likely. Sara became so invested in her work that she forgot to eat and drink.
Or maybe….maybe she’d done it on purpose and wanted me to find it. Maybe she was hoping for a punishment.
Either way, she was going to get it.
Going to the den, I pried the window open. The lock was broken, so while the latch caught, it wasn’t secure. Once inside, I stalked through the den, crossed the front hall, and pushed into the kitchen.
Where Sara sat on the floor, tongue pressed against the corner of her mouth, as she concentrated on the pumpkin. Relief flowed through me. She hadn’t left a candle burn while she slept. It was the ambiance. I hadn’t seen her because of the table and the counter.
Slowing my steps, I paused to watch.
Beautiful. She was beautiful.
The flimsy tool in her hand with the orange handle bent as she tried to drag it through the thick flesh of the fruit.
There was already a finished masterpiece, a bird sitting on a branch, off to the side.
An untouched pumpkin, the largest of the three, waited its turn.
The mess of sinew and seeds overflowed from two bowls, spilling on the plastic she’d laid on the wood flooring.
“Just freaking cut already!” Sara hissed.
She smacked the heel of her palm against the tool.
Leaning against the archway, I crossed my arms over my chest. Adorable.
Here she was, an angelic figure, carving pumpkins late at night.
I would have watched her through the window, but the table and curve of the counter hid the scene from view.
Plus, the late September night was cool.
The wind had a way of cutting to the bone.
Sara let out a strangled growl, smacked the pumpkin, and sat back, sweeping a hand over her hair.
Keeping my voice low, disguising it the best I could, I spoke. “Boo.”
Rearing back, Sara screamed.
She slapped her hand over her mouth a second later, breathing hard through her nose but shooting daggers at me from those glittering dark brown eyes.
I smirked and tugged the cap lower, keeping my face hidden. The girl who wasn’t scared of much just made the most delicious noise.
We were going to have to do that again.
She sagged forward, breathing hard. “I wasn’t expecting you tonight. I mean, I hoped—” she gestured to the candle and the dim light “—but I wasn’t sure.”
I hadn’t visited her yet this week. Work kept me busy, and by the time I managed to drive out to Lake Georgina, I was loath to wake her. A writer needed her sleep, and Sara was by nature an early bird.
So, I’d watched.
Every hour I could spare, I’d been here.
“A little early to be carving the fruit, isn’t it?” I rasped.
Sara scowled and adjusted her glasses. “Pumpkins are veggies.”
A smile tipped my lips. “No, angel, they’re not.”
“Wanna bet?” Sara sat up straight and gave me a defiant look. “I’ll google it right now, mister.”
A dangerous energy thrummed through my veins. “What’s the wager?”
Sara tapped her fingers against her knee. “If I’m right, you help me work through a sagging middle.”
“Sagging middle?”
“Of my book.”
Me. She wanted my help with her book. I wasn’t sure how much help I could be, but if that was what she wanted, so be it. Anything for her.
I nodded. “And if I’m right?”
I was.
I’d already had this conversation with Drusilla, when the mafia princess was convinced the gourds and squash were all vegetables.
They might be served at a meal as such, but botanically, they were classified as fruit.
It was almost unfair making this bet, but I didn’t gamble. Not unless I knew I would win.
And with Sara involved, winning was a necessity.
“Whatever you want,” Sara said simply.
“Whatever I want?”
Sara rolled her eyes. “That’s what I said.”
My dick pulsed greedily. “Deal.”
Sara reached beside her, pulled up her phone, and tapped on the screen. A moment later, her mouth popped open in a perfect O. The image of those rosy lips sucking on my dick made precum leak from the tip.
I shifted against the wood frame. “Well?”
Sara clicked off her phone. “You were right.” She lifted her hands in surrender. “What is your prize?”
“You.” Always you.
Sara arched a brow. The smirk on her lips said this was just as much a victory for her as it was for me.
“Strip.”
At my command, she let out a breathless laugh. Her fingers gripped the hem of her shirt. A swift tug, and it was over her head. Those gorgeous breasts spilled out. Wriggling, she pulled her pants free. Both were tossed to the side, far away from the fruit carnage.
Lastly, she took off her glasses, folding and setting them on the counter.
I looked away, but only for a moment as I moved the three-wick candle across the counter to flicker in the corner. The shadows crept forward, boldly taking more territory.
Sara pushed to her knees, fingertips braced on the pumpkin, and waited. Seeing her, at my mercy, rising over the pumpkin, my blood boiled. Through the fog of need, a wicked idea sparked in the back of my mind.
I tugged my zipper down and popped the button as I moved forward. “Slide your fingers through that sweet cunt, angel.”
Sara took a sharp breath. Her fingers reached between her legs.
“Are you wet for me?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
That word was a sigh of contentment.
“Of course you are.” I stopped in front of her, pumping my fist over my shaft. “Want a taste?”
That pretty pink tongue darted out, and she wet her lips. “Please.”
She leaned forward, rising above the pumpkin, and flicked her tongue against the tip. Electricity shot straight up my shaft. My balls pulled tight, and I had to reach for the counter to anchor myself.
Swirling and tasting, Sara tested her prize. Because that was what I was.
When her lips closed and she sucked me deep, I let out a rough growl. “Fuck, angel.”
She grinned around my dick and pulled me deeper into her mouth.
“Don’t stop touching yourself,” I gritted out.
She nodded—and then set out to destroy me.
Head moving in slow, controlled movements, she took me impossibly deep before sliding back. Stars burst across my field of vision.
“Turn the pumpkin to the side,” I rasped.
Confusion flickered through her eyes, but she obeyed.
“Now….” I panted. “Rub that slick cunt on the pumpkin.”
Those dark brown orbs popped open.
I didn’t give her time to think. My right hand fisted her hair, while the left threatened to crack the counter’s edge. I flexed my hips, giving her a moment to adjust to the change in control.
And then, I fucked that pretty little mouth.
Sara took everything I gave her. She hollowed her cheeks. Her tongue rubbed the sensitive underside of my shaft.
I watched her grind against the pumpkin. Her rhythm started jerkily, since she was probably distracted by my cock in her mouth. But she found the tempo, rocking with each thrust.
Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. She didn’t stop.
I hit the back of her throat, which made her gag. Pain lashed against my thighs as her nails scored the skin.
That’s it. Mark me.
She took my dick, swallowing the length. Air dragged through her nose in desperate gulps before I slammed deep to cut it off. Those hot, quick breaths fanned over me, and Sara began to whimper.
“You close, angel?”
She nodded. Her teeth grazed my shaft, sending a zing of pain that was deliciously sweet.
“Don’t stop—”
Sara cried, but the tip of my dick hit the back of her throat, making the sound choke out. It took everything in me to keep the pace and not speed to my own release. If I was going to come, it was going to be inside that tight, sweet little cunt.
My balls tightened dangerously. I began to recite some lyrics of a song to drag out the moment. Sara rocked wildly, breathing hard, and when I reached down to tweak her nipple, she shattered.
Dropping forward, her gagged cries and gasps filled the room.
I pulled free of her mouth, dropping to taste the gorgeous song she sang. My kiss was hard. I drank her in, flicking my tongue against hers.
She reached for my shoulders, clinging to me.
In a swift but careful move, I flipped her down and lowered myself on her. There wasn’t time to remove my clothing. I was going to explode. I needed to be inside her, right the fuck now.
The cap bounced from my head. Something metal clanged beside us. A cold wetness slithered against my arm, but I was too busy brushing my fingers through the drenched folds of her pussy. So soft. Perfectly wet. As I lined the head of my dick to her center, I pressed a kiss against her pulse.
And then, I slammed deep inside her.
Her body clenched around me. Another cry slipped past her lips. Those tiny fists cinched around my shirt, dragging it up my back. If she had the strength, she would have ripped it in two.
“You’re perfect,” I whispered and kissed her nose.
I helped her pull my shirt free. Another metallic clang rang out as she rocked under me, meeting each thrust. My mouth covered hers again. I ravaged her lips. I tasted her pleasure. I drove into her with a fury. The scent of roses laced each ragged inhale. Roses…and something damp and earthy.
Her voice broke. “I’m going to come again!”
“Good,” I panted. “Show me, beautiful angel. You’ve earned it.”
Lifting her head, Sara tried to kiss the curve of my throat. But her teeth sank into my muscle as her body tightened.
My restraint snapped. The release tore straight from my balls, surged through my shaft, and I emptied myself inside her warmth. At the same time, her muscles became a vise. Sara screamed against my skin as she came hard.
The explosion of pleasure rendered me temporarily blind.
Our heavy breaths were the only sound.
When I finally pulled back to drink in the sight of her, it took a moment to register the carnage.
Both metal bowls had spilled. Pumpkin guts decorated Sara’s dark brown hair.
More were painted against our sides. We’d rutted in the mess like animals.
The scent of wet earth and vegetation filled the air, clinging to our bodies, but still I smelled her. Roses and salvation.
“What?” she gasped, tipping her head and peering at me through narrowed eyes. “What are you looking at?”
A pumpkin queen. “We made a mess.”
She tightened her muscles around my now sensitive dick. “I know. But that’s not hard to clean up.”
I pinched a seed that was attached to straggles of sinew and held it in front of her face. Sara squinted and then let out a rough laugh.
“Oh! Oops.”
“I’ll clean it up,” I promised.
She smoothed a hand down my shoulder. “Why don’t you stay? We can finish carving and then take a shower.”
I groaned.
I wanted to, more than I wanted to do anything.
“Sit with your back to the candle, and—” Sara reached behind us, fumbling as she searched blindly for something.
I recognized what she was looking for and rocked forward to pluck the cap from the floor. The movement made her moan softly.
“But only if you get naked too,” she added, twisting and adjusting herself under me.
A groan strangled in my throat. “Naked pumpkin carving is only going to end one way, angel.”
“So? You don’t think I know that?” she breathed with a smile.
This fucking crazy, beautiful woman.
I swooped down to capture her lips once more. Sara wanted me to stay. That was a victory, and who was I to deny her?