Chapter Seven
Zoe
I’ve read a lot, and I know women are generally turned on by big, burly protectors, but I never thought it would happen in real life. I never thought I’d meet a man who’d stand up for me at all, let alone twice in one day.
Not only did Gunner show up for me with my jerk ex, but he just schooled my mom… in the hospital. I’ve tried telling her what I feel for years, and she’s never listened to me the way she listened to Gunner. Maybe it’s the tenor in his voice, or his size, or the confident way he speaks. Whatever it is, I’m not sure I’ve ever been this horny in my life.
The second we’re in the hallway alone, I turn toward him, my thighs squeezing together without thought. “That was so hot!”
His heavy brows narrow as he bites back a smile. “What was?”
“You know you’re hot… stop.” I wet my lips and hook my hand into his.
“No, I don’t. What are you talking about?”
“Tonight,” I bite back a coy smile, “the whole thing with my ex and my mom and… the way you talked to me in the truck.” I puff my cheeks and blow out a breath as my clit throbs harder and harder. “I… I need you.”
He leans in and kisses the top of my head. “That’s an understatement. I’ve been needing you since the second we met. Let’s get you home. I want to take our time, make this special for you.”
“I can’t wait that long.” I tip up onto my toes and wrap my arms around his shoulders, breathing in the scent of pine on his skin. How does he smell so good? We’ve been marinating in lake water all night, but the man still smells like a proper lumberjack. A big, hot, muscular, inked up lumberjack that I want to climb all over.
He bends down, his gaze searching mine as though he’s trying to figure me out. “What are you suggesting?”
I smile wide and brush my lips against his before nodding toward the open room to the left of us.
“Don’t tempt me, honeybee. I’ve been holding back all day.” His lips meet mine with a growl deep in his throat.
“Yeah? What is it exactly that you’ve been holding back on?” An alarm goes off down the hall and footsteps approach. This is a small town, and there’s no real hospital here. Emergencies are triaged through the makeshift urgent care on the other side of the fire department. There are only three beds and two to three paramedics on staff at any given time. Someone is going to notice if a room is occupied unexpectedly, but I’m not sure I care.
Gunner grabs my arm and pulls me into the spare room, locking the door behind us before pulling the shade closed and pressing me up against the back wall. “You want to know what I’ve been holding back on?”
I nod, trying to control my breath as he drags his big, rough hand down over my shaking frame and peels the damp shirt from my skin.
He groans as he unhooks my bra and leans into my breast, sucking my nipples. The scratch of his beard and the warmth of his breath against my cool skin sets me on fire. “I’ve been holding back on stripping you down, kissing your body, and making sure you know who you belong to.”
“Oh my God,” I moan in his ear as I tug his jeans to the floor and stroke his giant cock in my hand. I want him in my mouth, in my pussy, in my ass. I want to feel him everywhere. I want him spreading me wide, filling me up, covering me in come.
Who is this girl?
I bend my one good knee down to the ground, scratching my nails against his thighs as I lean into the swollen head of his cock and give it a kiss. I know he’s a lot older than me, I know he’s had more experiences, more time to figure life out, and I know we’ll have moments of adjustment, but I need him. I need him so badly. I press my lips tight around his dick. I’ve never been this close to anyone before and I have no clue what I’m doing, but when his fingers thread through my hair and I take him into my mouth, there’s a natural evolution of actions that takeover.
My lips squeeze over his throbbing cock, I take him into my throat, and I move my head back and forth, twisting my tongue in whatever direction gets me a reaction. He seems to like the slurping sounds and the noise I make when he’s too deep in my throat.
“Jesus, bee… don’t stop,” he groans loudly, moving my head back and forth at will. “Right there. Fuck…”
My clit throbs as he thrusts into my mouth and groans. New affirmations unlocked. Turns out, I’m the girl that wants to get praised. I’m the girl that wants a thick cock in my throat while a big, burly man tells me what a good job I’m doing.
“Good girl, honeybee. Suck my cock like a good little girl.” His tone is ragged and rough, and every word of praise drives me harder and faster until I’m gagging on his length. “I’m gonna fuckin’ come. You should stop. I need that pussy.” With hands on either side of my face, he presses me onto his cock one last time before pulling me off with a pop. He lifts me from the ground and tosses me onto the small hospital bed that sits a few feet away from the dark, shaded window.
My heart pounds and my pussy aches as I wipe my wet lips with the back of my hand and stare toward the giant on his way toward me. “Baby, you sure about this? I don’t want to rush you. We can take our time. There’s no hurry.” I can hear his words, but he’s telling a different story with the roughness of his voice.
“I’m sure.” I laugh at the thought of stopping because it’s not possible. I need him like a lighthouse in a storm, like a fortress of blankets on a rainy day, like the last bit of solid ground before I take a leap.
His sandpaper hand lands on my breast then moves over my stomach and onto the band holding my leggings in place. I know what comes next. It’s been inevitable for years.
My heart slams against my chest as he pulls my pants down off my shaking frame. For some reason my body reacts like it’s being held at gunpoint, instead of held lovingly by the man of my dreams. I know he won’t judge me, I believe that sentiment with all my heart, but all I’ve ever been is judged, so it’s hard to see anything else. Besides, he hasn’t actually seen my leg yet. What if the sight of my prosthetic is worse than he imagined? What if he’s turned off immediately? What if he leaves me in this stark, cold, hospital bed all alone?
“You’re okay, honeybee.” He leans into my leg and kisses each ankle, the real and the prosthetic. He does this, working up both sides of my body until he’s between my legs, running his tongue over my crease. “You belong to me. You’re safe.” His tone is rough and ragged as he licks me deeper, scraping his teeth against my clit before drawing it into his mouth and brushing his beard back and forth against my soaking core.
My leg hasn’t even phased him. He’s just kissed me as though I’m whole.
“Oh my God!” I thread into his hair and scrub my face against his beard as though my life force depends on the release.
His hands grip my hips, and he eats like he’s starved. Moaning, growling, licking me up and down as his fingers slide in and out of my pussy.
“You’re so damn tight, bee.”
“I need you!” I’m delirious with a yearning I’ve never felt before. Anxious with a desperation that I can’t control. If this man doesn’t tug me to the end of the bed and thrust into me right now, I’m gonna lose it.
He growls into my pussy, flicking his tongue against my clit one final time before kissing his way back up toward my breasts, suckling each hard nipple.
I’ve never felt this good in my life.
A phone rings in the hallway and a light flicks on, but I ignore it in favor of the man tugging me to the edge of the bed. Right now, nothing else matters. Twelve people could burst into this room, and I’d put on a show for them.
Right now, nothing matters but us.