Chapter 18 #2
Ace drops me onto the chair I was previously occupying and leans in close to me.
“Next time you talk about killing yourself, drunk or not, I will make this punishment look like a reward.” His words pull the drunk memory from wherever it was hidden and I’m filled with immediate regret at admitting I wouldn’t let Royce take me alive.
“The next time you want to cum will be when I say you can, and when I think you’ve learned your lesson. ”
When Ace pulls back from me I use the distance to push to a stand and flee inside.
The anger, and arousal and shame all burning together until I’m unable to identify which is which.
I allow my body to guide me to the room I use when I need space, slamming the door and engaging the lock behind me.
For a brief moment I think about finishing what they started as I feel Logan’s cum slide down my leg.
And yet, much to my own shock, I instead get into a cold shower and curse my stepbrother over and over again.
Logan and Ace had been long gone by the time I got out of the shower.
Which had kept me calm and collected for all of an hour before I was twitchy and in need of relief.
I had already cleaned, worked on the puzzle Law had left out the other day, and re-organized Ace’s closet to spite him.
And now I was back to the relentless buzzing under my skin.
Letting out a frustrated huff I drop the book I was attempting to read onto the table and stalk out onto the front porch hoping the afternoon air would calm my body down. My eyes snag on Law’s sheriff truck, the paint twinkling in the early morning light.
“So one of you is home…” I mutter under my breath. The restless energy has me moving, determined to find the one person who could potentially help me. And if it pisses off Ace in the process? So be it.
The rational part of my brain tries to reason with me, that Ace isn’t wrong in being upset with me.
But the part that still fears the day Royce shows up for me again?
That part refuses to back down from the statement.
Truth be told, now that I have them, I have no idea if I could go through with unaliving myself.
But I also know I could never live with Royce again, the things he put me through I refuse to ever live through a second time.
I’m so lost in my thoughts it's not until I run right into Law. His hands come up to grip my shoulders, steadying me as my own land hard on his chest. My fingers grapple against the sweat slicked skin as my eyes roam over his tanned body.
“Hey darlin'.” He purrs. “Fancy finding you out here.”
My gaze snaps to his and I flush. The buzzing under my skin hitting a fever pitch.
“Hey Law, what are you… What are you doing out here?” What I want to ask is why are you out here looking like a fucking meal and a half shirtless and glistening.
Followed by, will you fuck me because my stepbrother and Logan left me high and (not so) dry.
Law jerks his head back towards the end of the barn. “House call.” I look around his body to the end stall but don’t see anything. They all appear empty. “You wanna meet her?” He asks.
His voice is so soft compared to how he typically sounds that I find myself nodding and allowing him to lead me back.
Katana nickers and I catch her eye as he leads me by.
If I didn’t know better I would say the look she is giving me is one of judgment.
Which, to be fair, she did watch me get finger fucked by Ace, if anyone has the right to judge me its her.
“She wandered onto our property awhile back, she had a raging infection and was nothing but skin and bones.” Law says as he opens the stall door.
My eyes drag from Katana and land on the most beautiful white mare I’ve ever seen. Law moves in before me, gently tugging on my hand to follow. The horse does nothing to move and I frown.
“Can she not stand?” I ask as Law drops down to her level and drags his hand down her nose.
“By all accounts she can, the infection that was in her hoof is cleared. We found no other broken bones or anything to indicate she can’t walk.” He lets out a defeated sigh before pushing back to his feet. “She walked into our life just fine, I don’t understand what's changed.”
At his words she seems to shift her gaze to me, a flash of recognition seems to move between us and those brown eyes gaze into my soul.
Something deep within understands the plight she currently faces, because it’s a similar one I’m dealing with.
She’s trying to decide if life is worth standing up for, worth living for.
It’s a shock to my system as I sit down next to her, the realization that, in the back of my mind, I was still trying to figure out if this was all worth it.
Even the comment to Ace begs the question of if I think life is worth living.
“What’s her name?” I ask, wincing as my voice cracks against the emotions building.
“Doesn’t have one yet.” Law offers up. He keeps himself tucked back towards the door, giving us space as I drag my hand down her soft pelt.
“Well that won’t do.” I say through the tears that are bubbling up. I study the gorgeous horse, even broken and unsure if she wants to live, she is beautiful. “What do you think… how about… Daylily?” She presses her face into my hand and I giggle, a tear slipping free.
“Why Daylily?” Law asks from behind.
“Because they are incredibly difficult to kill.”
He says nothing but his silence is welcomed.
It feels comfortable and healing as I sit with Daylily, the horse that feels so similar to me.
Tears cascade down my cheeks, the liquid purging the dark feelings that chased me from slumber this morning alongside the hurt and pain that I’ve endured for so long.
I sit for so long that the sun fully crests over the hills and the barn begins to heat up, sweat starting to bead on the back of my neck.
The tears finally dry leaving salty remnants on my lips.
“Darlin?” Law says gently, his warmth pressing in around me. He smells like sandalwood and fresh cut grass. “You okay?”
I let out a long breath, eyes closing as I turn towards him.
When my eyes flutter open again I catch sight of his naked chest, his kind eyes, his disheveled brown hair and the beard that he hasn’t shaved the last few days.
I reach my hand up until it’s greeted with his hair and I fist it, dragging his lips to mine.
The kiss is soft, far softer than I want but I let it be, pulling back an inch to break the kiss.
“I need you.” My voice is a husky whisper.
But the answering growl that comes from Law sends my body spiraling into a needy mess.
His strong arms grip me and lift me from the barn floor, my legs wrapping around his center as he reclaims my lips and walks us out of Daylily stalls.
I pour every ounce of that needy feeling into the kiss as I devour his mouth, my hands brutal against his hair, pulling hard enough that he lets out a hiss.
He jerks backwards as he slams my back into one of the wooden walls.
“We haven’t talked much on safewords darlin,” His breathing is ragged and eyes ablaze with a feral, dark, lust that has me shivering.
“So if you need me to stop you say red and that’s it.
You need to slow down, say yellow. Got it? ”
I nod and when he raises his eyebrow I manage to speak.
“Yes, daddy. I understand.” His eyes go wide and I offer a sheepish smile.
“The walls are thin, and you and Logan aren’t exactly quiet.
” True, I’ve heard them fucking many a time these past weeks.
But the name stood out the very first time I saw Logan on his knees in front of Law.
And while I haven’t been brave enough to test it out with Logan around, being alone with Law for the first time felt like the perfect opportunity.
Nerves swim through my veins as he stays silent. I’m about to apologize when he finally speaks.
“Such a good, smart girl.” He growls before he’s claiming my mouth again. The moan that comes from my throat sounds unholy as we get lost in the sensations. His mouth worshiping my own before he starts to trail it down my neck, his teeth biting and nipping at the sensitive flesh.
“Please,” I whimper. “I need you.”
He lets his mouth trail down towards my collar bone before dipping and claiming my nipple through the thin material of my clothes. I arch into the feeling, suddenly feverishly hot. He pulls back, dropping me to the ground.
“Need you now darlin',” His eyes are dark as they take me in, my flushed cheeks, pebbled nipples, and no doubt wild hair. “But I’m not going to fuck you in the hay like some teenager.”
“Law!” His name falls from my mouth in a squeal as he tosses me over his shoulder, heading out of the hot barn and into the field that Ace chased me down in. “I can walk!”
My statement is met with a sharp swap to my ass. “If you plan to call me daddy, you’ll let me do whatever the fuck I want right now.” He pauses for a breath. “Unless you wanna safeword out.”
“No!” I practically scream. “No!” I say again.
He laughs, the sound rich and dangerous. “Good girl.”
The praise shoots straight to my core and I can practically feel myself dripping.
I squirm, worried that when he puts me down his chest will be soaked with the mess I’m making.
I watch, from my upside down vantage point, as his boots hit the gravel of the driveway seconds before he’s dropping the tailgate of his truck.
He plants my ass hard on the plastic covering before his hands are on my face, in my hair, and roaming all over my body as he starts to kiss me again.