17. Etta
17
ETTA
A part of me thought if I told Oz that telling half the town that we’re stepsiblings who got married would make me uncomfortable, he’d say we’d cancel the barbecue-slash-party he’d agreed to host tomorrow. Instead, he carried me upstairs, dropped me in the closet, and told me to get ready.
Now, two hours later, we’ve been to his boss’s house and then to his teammate Warrick’s house. Honestly, as awkward as it was to meet more people, telling them we’d gotten married wasn’t as bad as I was expecting.
His work colleagues are actually really nice, and they reacted nothing like Tori and Nero did yesterday, which makes me think maybe Oz pre-warned them who we were to each other before we visited.
What did shock me was that none of them seemed at all surprised by the fact that Oz and I had gotten married when I only moved to town less than a week ago. If anyone I knew told me they’d met a guy and got married in a matter of days, I’d think they were crazy, and yet the news that we reconnected and felt strongly enough to actually legally bind ourselves together is apparently pretty par for the course around here.
Buck, Oz’s boss, just sort of smirked knowingly when his wife James—who is one of the most stunningly beautiful blondes I’ve ever met—said with complete surety that the Barnett family legacy had found its new target in the jumpers and was picking the guys off one by one.
Warrick, Danny, Knight, and Oz all chat comfortably as we walk up the hill and toward the Barnetts’ house. The night I came for dinner here, it was dark, and I was freaking out over Oz and me having sex, so I didn’t really appreciate how beautiful the area both Jumpers Row and the Barnetts’ home are set in.
It’s green and lush as far as the eye can see in every direction, and apart from the few buildings that make up Bonnie’s dad’s cattle ranch and the homes we all live in, the vista is completely unmarred by modern life.
“It’s beautiful up here, isn’t it?” Oz says, squeezing my hand.
“It really is. I hadn’t noticed just how endless it all is. Does that make sense?”
“Perfect sense. I’ve been a jumper for years now, and the fire season is always spent somewhere like this, but this is the first job I’ve had that’s lasted all year. Fall is just getting started, but just wait for winter when it’s white over with snow, it looks like a scene out from a Christmas card.”
My eyes widen a little as I imagine the mountain peaks and endless treetops coated in perfect white snow. “Wow,” I whisper a little in awe of the place I now get to call home. Vegas doesn’t really have seasons, it’s always hot and arid, it is the desert after all.
As we crown the brow of the hill, I see something I hadn’t noticed the last time I was here. The huge log house the Barnetts live in is massive and sprawling, but it’s the enormous playground at the side of the home that draws my attention.
“Oh my god,” I gasp.
“What?” Oz asks, snapping his head around to look at me. “Oh, the park? The guys built that in the summer. The Barnetts have got so many kids that they need three buses just to get all of them to the park. One of the ladies was pregnant and got all emotional about the kids not getting to play, so we all got to work one weekend and built that for them. There’s only a handful of kids on the row, but they all come play on it too, and it makes sense with how often the Barnetts reproduce.”
The playground isn’t a single swing set or even a couple of swings and a slide, it’s a huge wooden castle with a swing set built off the side and slides and teeter-totters and everything else you could ever dream of in a playground. A huge trampoline is sunk into the ground, and there’s a sandbox and monkey bars. It’s a kid paradise, and without thought, my hand drops to my stomach, covering the baby that probably isn’t growing in there but that I maybe, kind of, possibly wish was.
I startle when Oz places his hand over mine. “I’m going to breed you so fucking good tonight, Little One. If there isn’t a baby in you yet, I’m going to fuck one right into you,” he whispers against my ear.
It takes all of my resolve to swallow down the whimpering moan that tries to slip free, but I manage it. By the time we make it to the front door, all I want to do is turn around and go back home so Oz can do exactly what he just promised. I don’t want a baby, I probably can’t have a baby, but when he talks about breeding me, my whole system goes haywire, and I just want it so bad I can barely cope.
Until a week ago, I would have said I was entirely kink-free, but apparently all I needed was to meet the right man, and now I’m discovering new kinks left, right, and center.
Have I met the right guy? Is Oz my right guy ? Seven days ago, I’d have said that him being the man for me was completely impossible. He was my bully, my monster under the bed, and that hasn’t changed. I haven’t forgiven him for all the awful things he did when we were kids. But have I instead chosen to forget?
Before I got off the bus, all I thought about when my mind landed on him was sadness and remembered fear. But when was the last time I thought about him and thought…monster?
He’s controlling, possessive, and intense, but even when he scares me, I don’t feel scared anymore. A part of me doesn’t want to let him off the hook for everything he did to me as a child, but we were children and I’m not sure I’m capable of holding a grudge against him now that our relationship has changed so much.
“Hey, guys,” one of the Barnett wives says, smiling brightly as she pulls the door open and ushers us inside.
“Hey Bonnie,” Warrick says, stepping past her.
“Hey Etta, it’s nice to see you again,” Bonnie says, her gaze quickly dropping to my hand in Oz’s before she lifts it, smiling questioningly. “Come on in. We’re just trying to organize chaos.” Chuckling to herself, she closes the door behind us, then gestures for us to make our way into the large family room that is filled with… family.
Just like the last time I was here, there are kids everywhere, from toddlers who are rushing around to waddling pudgy newly walking little ones and babies crawling in a huge playpen with a padded floor and a sea of toys.
“Etta and I have news if everyone is here,” Oz says breezily like it’s all just perfectly normal that we’re here together, when the last time I was in this house I told everyone that my mom and Oz’s dad are married.
Pushing her fingers into her mouth, Bonnie lets out a shrill, tooting whistle. “Guys, Oz and Etta have something to tell us!” she shouts.
The whole room goes quiet, even the kids seem to stop what they’re doing to turn and stare at us, and suddenly, dissolving into a puddle of awkward discomfort on the floor seems so much more appealing than standing here with all of their focus on me.
“Hey guys, I know you all met Etta a few days ago. I don’t know if she explained how we originally met, but it was when we were kids after my dad left my mom for her mom.”
Even though I’ve heard him explain this multiple times now, I still can’t help flinching when he just puts it out there like that.
“I suppose, in theory, we’re stepsiblings, but in reality, we spent a few weekends together eighteen years ago, then a handful of Christmases. We hadn’t seen each other in fifteen years until she moved to town last week. But the moment I saw her, I knew she was mine.” A smirk tips the corners of his lips, and he turns his head and looks at me before he looks back to the sea of waiting Barnetts. “We got married on Tuesday, so meet my wife.”
I don’t know why I brace for their reaction, but I do. Apart from Nero and Tori, no one else has blinked an eye about either our parents being married or us getting married, so I don’t know why I expect the Barnetts to be any different.
Suddenly, the silence explodes into a cascade of well-wishes and congratulations. I swear, this is the nicest family ever.
Once the melee calms down, Betty waddles over to me, her hand supporting her pregnant belly. “Congratulations,” she says, pulling me into as tight a hug as she can manage with her stomach in the way.
“Thanks,” I say softly.
“So, you guys were…” She trails off but wiggles her eyebrows and smirks at me. “The other day when you came for dinner?”
“It was complicated,” I admit.
“It always is with the men in this town,” she says with a laugh.
“Yeah…the Barnett family legacy?” I ask.
“Love at first sight,” she says airily but with a smile.
“Do you believe it?” I question.
“I didn’t…until it happened to me. Did I tell you how Cody and I met?” she asks.
I shake my head.
“Missy and I are half sisters, but we’d never met. I’d been trying to find her for years, but by the time I finally tracked her down, I found out she’d only known about me for a few months. I turned up at her lawyer’s office on her twenty-first birthday and waited around, hoping to see her. She was there with all of the guys, like her security detail.” Betty laughs, her eyes going soft as she recounts the memory. “Once I saw her, I stepped forward and introduced myself, and she asked me to come home with her. Cody insisted on riding in my car with me to give me directions. I had a boyfriend at the time, he was an asshole. We broke up while I was staying here, and then Cody and I…” Lifting her chin, she presses her lips together into a grin, then shrugs. “Well, I’m sure you can guess. Cody was all in from day one, but I wasn’t, so I left and hid. From him, from Missy, from everyone, and it was awful. When I found out I was pregnant, I knew I had to tell him. He turned up at my place a few hours later, then he brought me back here and married me a day later. It took me a while to truly see we were meant to be, but he was so incredibly sure. He said it was like my soul reached out to his and that was it. I was his, and he was mine, and there wasn’t any question or option to change anything.”
“That’s…” I trail off, unsure what to even say.
“Crazy? Oh, I know. It makes absolutely zero sense, and I still don’t pretend to actually understand it. But it happened, and I don’t know if it was the family legacy or maybe fate or simply dumb luck. But whatever the reason, we still happened, and he honestly believes that he knew I was always meant to be his right in that very first moment. It’s hard to argue with that level of certainty,” she says with a wink.
Sighing, I nod. “Oz and I have a lot of history. But I don’t think we had a life-changing moment like you did. He thinks we were always meant to be together and that when we missed our chance as kids, fate brought us back to each other.”
“Is that what you think too?” she asks.
Glancing over my shoulder, I search for Oz in the busy room full of people. “No,” I confess.
“Hmm,” she muses.
“Until a week ago, I thought he was kind of evil.”
“Evil?” Her eyebrows arch so high it seems like they almost hit her hairline.
“When we were kids, he was very different than he is now.”
“Teenage boys can be difficult to live with,” she says, chuckling softly.
“They’re worse when they hate you as much as Oz hated me. We didn’t actually know each other for that long, three years maybe, but those weren’t great years for me. When I found out he lived here, I was hoping that I’d never have to see him again.”
“So, what changed?” she asks.
“I guess, maybe he did,” I admit. “I wasn’t expecting him to meet me off the bus, I planned to avoid him for as long as possible, then ignore him if we ever did pass each other on the street. But as I’m sure you’re aware, it’s hard to ignore one of these guys when they decide they don’t want to be ignored.”
A soft scoff catches my attention, and I turn my head to find a beautiful brunette woman standing behind me, a tiny baby cradled in a sling across her chest while she holds a second baby in her arms.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry, but I couldn’t help overhearing. I agree, there’s no way men like ours would ever allow us to ignore them. I’m Lulu, by the way. I know we got introduced earlier in the week, but no one expects you to remember who anyone is,” she assures me.
“Nice to see you again, Lulu.”
“You too, Etta, and congratulations. Oz is a great guy, I’m sure you’ll both be really happy together,” she says warmly.
“Penn accosted Lulu outside the lawyer’s office she used to work in on her first day,” Betty says with an amused smile.
“He did?” I ask Lulu.
“I was in a rush and tripped, and instead of landing on my face, I stumbled straight into Penn’s chest. He tried to take me home right then and there before he even introduced himself. After I threatened to call the cops, he followed me into work and spent the day in reception so I couldn’t ditch him. The moment he met my eldest daughter, Poppy, he just claimed us as his, and even though I tried, it was impossible to resist his constant, unwavering devotion.”
“Oz was my bully,” I blurt. “He was so mean to me when we were kids. All of my childhood trauma stems from him, and I married him.” I sound crazed to my own ears, and I know I must look it, but neither Betty nor Lulu look even slightly fazed.
“Come on. I’ll rally the ladies. I recognize the post-bulldozer look. Hearing how crazy all of us were when we met our guys will make you feel better,” Lulu promises, reaching for my hand and towing me toward the huge, comfy-looking sectional couch.
Grabbing women that I recognize from dinner as we pass, Lulu hands the baby in her arms off to a woman who I think is Cora, before she lifts the other baby from the sling and then settles onto the couch. Patting the couch beside her, I sink down onto the comfy cushion, wondering what kind of weird intervention this is going to be.
“Ladies, Etta is the victim of a Barnett-style bulldoze courtesy of Oz. She needs to hear all the crazy so she knows she’s not alone,” Lulu announces.
“Jesus, mine is by far the most insane, do you want me to go first or last?” the woman who I think is Cora asks with a giggle.
“You should go last, Cora, it’ll make her feel better,” Bonnie says, placing a tray full of glasses and two pitchers on the coffee table. “Right, I have fun margaritas and virgin margaritas. Who wants what?” she asks.
“Virgin for me,” Betty says, rubbing her pregnant belly.
“Urgh, for me too,” Cora says with a pained sigh.
“Fun for me, I expressed enough milk for these two monsters for the night, so I can have one,” Lulu says, smiling lovingly down at the beautiful baby in her arms.
“Fun for me too, please,” a beautiful blonde woman says.
“Virgin,” another pregnant lady says.
“Fun,” someone else calls.
“Virgin for me,” Bonnie says. “Fun or virgin for you, Etta?” Bonnie asks with a smirk.
“Fun, but just a small one, please, I’m not much of a drinker,” I admit sheepishly.
“Okay, now everyone has a drink, let’s start with the tamest story and work our way up to Cora,” Bonnie suggests. “I guess mine and Beau’s start isn’t too crazy, so I’ll go first. I grew up on the ranch next door. Beau is twenty years older than me, and I basically had a crush on him my entire life.” Her lips pull into a soft smile, and she glances behind us at the group of guys. “I had a job in the coffee shop in town, and one day Beau started coming in. He’d show up as I was opening the store early in the morning, and then again last thing at night when I was closing up. If I was working, he was there, day in and day out, for over a year. One day, a really cute out-of-towner came in and asked me out. Beau saw me flirting with the guy and lost his shit. The next day, he told me I was his, kissed the shit out of me, and then left. Eventually, he admitted that he’d been compelled to come into the coffee shop every day, even though he wasn’t sure why, and it wasn’t until he saw me flirting with the other guy that he realized he’d been basically stalking me for over a year because I was his. The first time he brought me here, he carted me out of my house over his shoulder, then took me into his room while I kicked and screamed, and his brothers looked on like it was funny.”
Oddly, her crazy story does make me feel better, as do the rest of the ladies’ tales. Juni fighting tooth and nail to resist Teddy’s charms. Missy leaving Montana, and Bay chasing after her and begging her to forgive him. Alice meeting Granger when he tried to help her on the side of the road, then convincing her to marry him five days later. None of them were looking for love. None of them ever imagined themselves in relationships with crazy, over-the-top possessive cavemen. None of them anticipated just how easy it would be to fall in love so quickly.
“My turn?” Cora asks with an excited gleam.
Rolling her eyes, Bonnie nods. “Yep.”
“I first met Huck on a girls’ night out with Bonnie. Beau pretended to let her up off his dick for a night, but instead he snuck down into town to the bar we were drinking at and sat in the far corner spying on us with his brothers. We both got drunk, and Huck helped me up to my apartment. The next morning, he turned up on my doorstep and told me I needed someone to look after me because I was clearly not capable of doing it for myself. After he’d won me over with his sparkling personality and big dick, he swapped out my birth control pills with fake ones and got me pregnant.”
Coughing in surprise, I have to slap my hand over my mouth to stop me from spitting out the sip of margarita I’ve just taken. “He what?” I rasp.
“Yep. My crazy pants husband decided I was his and that the best way to keep me was to put a bun in my oven. It worked too.”
Dropping my hand, I try to ask if she’s okay, if she had her baby, if she ever really forgave him, but no words come out, and instead all I manage to do is open and close my mouth like a fish.
“I bet my crazy story beats yours, doesn’t it?” she asks.
“I guess it does,” I admit. “You guys shared yours, so I should share mine, right?”
“You don’t have to,” Lulu says quickly. “That’s not why I said you should hear ours. I just wanted you to realize that none of our marriages had the most conventional start. None of us will judge you for being swept away by Oz’s certainty, even if you’re not quite there yet.”
“He hated me from the first moment we met. I was nine, and he was twelve, almost thirteen. His dad had just left his mom for mine, and I didn’t really understand what that meant. He was so angry at his dad and at me. The custody agreement his parents had, meant that Oz had to stay at his dad’s place every weekend. When he got a little older, it changed to just on the holidays, but whenever he came, he made it his mission to make me as miserable as possible. He did some really mean stuff…and some messed-up stuff that I never really forgot or forgave him for. He was my bully, my monster under the bed. I hadn’t seen him for fifteen years before I got to town. When Bruce found out where I was moving to, he insisted that I had to stay with Oz. Obviously, I didn’t want to reconnect with my childhood tormentor, so I texted him and thanked him for offering, but told him it’d be better for me to stay at a hotel. Only he was there waiting for me when my bus got to town. Somehow, and honestly, I don’t really know how it happened, but he put me in his truck and drove me to his place. I planned to hate him. I thought I’d always hate him.”
“But you don’t…right?” Missy asks.
“No,” I whisper. “But it feels like I should. His bullying shaped who I am as a person, but I married him only days after I vowed to hate him for the rest of eternity, and now I have to tell my parents that I married my stepbrother and I have no idea if I’m going to wake up tomorrow and hate him or love him.”
Seven sets of eyes soften in understanding, and for the very first time since before Oz turned my friends against me, I feel a sense of comradery with these women.
“I think we’ve all felt that way,” Alice says in her sweet, softly spoken voice. “Only you can decide if you can truly forgive him for whatever he did as a kid. But as much as men like ours dominate and coerce, ultimately, we can say no. You didn’t have to marry him. You could have said no and you didn’t, so some part of you, even if it’s buried deep inside of you, must have wanted to say yes.”
Swallowing thickly, I find myself nodding, and when Alice smiles a shy smile at me, I feel like I just made a friend, or seven.
Time passes quickly, and when Oz takes my hand and we say goodbye, I already have plans for a girls’ dinner out and an open invitation to join the whole Barnett clan whenever I’m lonely. I don’t know how I’ve gone twenty-six years without meeting anyone apart from Octy, whom I felt an instant connection with, then stumbled into this tiny town and suddenly have a whole group of new friends, a husband, and a support system in just a matter of days.
“That wasn’t too bad, was it?” Oz asks as we wander back down the hill toward his place.
“No, I guess not,” I admit, shrugging.
“The girls want to take you out?”
“Yeah, we’re going to go to a Mexican place on Tuesday.”
Oz nods, but his expression is pensive.
“What’s the matter? You don’t want me to go?” I ask, suddenly tense, a wave of doubt hitting me and making me instantly feel nauseous.
“What? No, of course I want you to go. I’d have just rather been here to drive you and pick you up. Do you drive? I can’t remember if you told me or not.”
“You’d want to drive me to my girls’ dinner and then pick me up?” I ask slowly.
“Of course.”
Blinking, I stare at him, unsure if that’s adorable or kind of weird.
“So, do you? Drive?”
“No, I don’t,” I say absentmindedly.
“I don’t think I’d want you driving the mountain roads anyway, even if you did. I’ll speak to Beau and find out who’s playing chauffeur that day and make sure they come get you too.”
“I can ask Betty for a ride. It’s fine, we’re grown women, we don’t need to have someone drive us places.”
Oz’s laugh is low and rough, and it tingles straight between my legs like his amusement is connected right to my clit. “Cody doesn’t let Betty drive anymore.”
“He doesn’t…let her drive?”
“She’s a terrible driver. She has a pink Cadillac, and since they got together, he’s had to change out the transmission twice because it’s a stick, and she just murders gear changes.”
“Oh,” I say with a nod, my ire settling even though I have no idea if that’s a reasonable reason for Cody not wanting his wife to drive anymore.
“But for the record, I probably wouldn’t let you drive around here either.”
“Oz, you don’t get to tell me what I can and can’t do.”
His scoff vibrates through me, and I have to fight not to react.
Tugging me to a stop, Oz turns to face me, his eyes sparkling with intensity. “Is that right?” he drawls.
Firming my resolve, I force all of my bravery to the surface and say, “I’m an adult. I can and will make my own decisions. I’ll take your opinion into consideration, but ultimately my choices are my own.”
His chuckle is almost…sinister. “Hmm, you’ll take my opinion into consideration?”
“We’re married, Oz, of course I’ll listen to what you need to say, but I’m still the one in charge of?—”
His hand slips casually around my neck, collaring my throat and silencing me. “Your choices are my choices, Little One. You gave me you, and part of that gift was me making sure that you’re taken care of in every way. If I tell you you’re not doing something, that’s not a suggestion, it’s me doing what I need to do to keep you safe.”
“But that only applies to me? What about you?”
“Nope, works both ways. If you don’t want me to do something, then you can tell me,” he growls.
“So, if I told you your job was too dangerous, you’d just what…quit?”
“Is that how you feel? Are you worried about me?” he asks, his lips parting, his eyes wide with delight.
“Of course I’ll be worried. What you do is scary, there’s risks,” I whisper, all of the indignant heat I’d managed to muster dissolving in the honest fear that fills my stomach when I think about him running into a burning building or parachuting from the sky into a wildfire.
“I’ll need to work out my notice. But I’ll let Buck know when I report to base for my shift,” he says, pressing his lips into a firm line and squaring his shoulders.
“What?” I gasp.
“You’re more important than my job. I don’t want you to be worried.”
“Don’t be insane, you can’t quit your job just because I’m going to worry about you.”
“Why not?” he asks, like he’s honestly curious to hear my answer.
“Because you love your job, don’t you?”
“I love you more,” he says without thought, like it should be obvious.
“That’s…” My mouth goes dry, and I can’t think of a single thing to say except for four words that I’m not ready to feel or confess yet. But they’re there, right on the tip of my tongue, so close to existence that I can taste them.
“Etta, I’m not trying to dictate your life, but I refuse to risk losing you. I get that this last week has been a lot. More than a lot, it’s been fucking crazy, but I know you feel this too. I know you want me just as much as I want you. You’re my wife, and I’m going to take care of you. Some days it’ll piss you off, other days, you’ll crave it as much as I crave you. I’ll control what you eat, where you go, how and when you come. I’ll demand all your time and attention. I’ll miss you like fucking crazy every time I’m away from you, and when we’re together, I’ll try to hoard you so I don’t have to share you with anyone but our babies. I love you more than I even realized it was possible to love someone. So, if you want me to quit my job, I will. If you want us to move to town and start wearing matching fucking sweater vests, I’ll do it. I’ll do anything you need, except leave you, or let you leave me.”
Unexpected tears fill my eyes as I stare up into the unrelenting gaze of my crazy husband. “I love you too,” I blurt.
His eyes widen, and his brows arch in shock. “Say it again.”
I shake my head, pressing my lips together into a hard line.
“Say it again,” he growls, the words exuding enough dominant force that he could probably demand I say anything and I’d comply.
“Oz.” I don’t know why I’m fighting this. I’ve said it once, what difference will it make if I say it again?
“Say it, Etta. I need to hear it.”
“I love you.” The words feel like they’ve been dragged from the very depths of my soul, but that doesn’t make them any less true. I didn’t ever plan to feel this way. I thought I’d hate Oz for the rest of my life, and yet somehow, in a week, hate has changed into something equally as complicated and consuming.
“I’ll never get sick of hearing that. I love you so damn much.” Dragging me into his arms, he tips my chin up and kisses me like the world is ending, and this is how he wants to spend his last moments.
I know my mom loves me. My brothers and sisters love me. Bruce loves me. Octy loves me. But I have never felt love like this before. Oz’s love for me is so thick, I can feel it like a blanket wrapped around me. If I let him, his love for me will become the most important thing in my life, and I have no idea if that will be my salvation or damnation.
When I took the job working for Betty, I did it because my friendship with Octy was the closest thing to a relationship I’d ever had. She’s important to me, she helped me figure out a little of who I am, and without her, I felt like I was withdrawing further and further into myself.
When I packed up my personal belongings from work, not a single person I worked with wished me good luck, they didn’t throw me a going-away party or even get me a greeting card. Most barely acknowledged me as I walked out of the door. There isn’t a single person in Las Vegas who I’ll ever speak to again. I had no friends, no boyfriend, no friendly work colleagues.
I followed Octy here because she was literally the only thing I have. Now after a week in this town full of crazy family myths and legacies, I have people. I have my person. Somehow, the boy I loathed most in the world, turned out to be the man I’ve fallen in love with. Not even the women in my books fall for their enemies as quickly as I’ve slipped beneath Oscar’s spell. But here I am, married, in love, and maybe pregnant, all in the span of a week.
When the crisp afternoon air is replaced by warmth, I look up and find myself in Oz’s arms as he carries me into the house, closing the door behind us.
His intense, vibrant eyes speak volumes as he lowers me to my feet and silently starts to strip me out of my clothes. Once I’m naked, he divests himself of his own clothes, then lifts me off the ground, pressing my bare back against the wooden door as he encourages me to wrap my legs around his waist.
Holding my weight with one arm, he pushes his hand between us, slipping two fingers into me, while we stare into each other’s eyes, saying so much without a word. My lips part as he carefully fingers me, not trying to make me come but ensuring that my body is ready for him. I’m so wet, he must be able to feel it, but once he’s satisfied, he pulls his fingers from my sex and replaces them with the head of his dick.
“I love you,” he says as he slams into me, filling me with his dick in one harsh thrust.
Cupping my cheek with the hand that’s still damp with my arousal, he forces me to keep my gaze on him while he fucks me with deep, hard thrusts. He’s using my body with single-minded intent, but I can’t feel anything beyond the pleasure he’s forcing upon me and the way his eyes are telling me in a thousand different ways that I’m his. That he owns me, that I belong to him, heart, body, and soul.
When I come, it’s cataclysmic. My heart stops, my lungs freeze, and my life force joins itself with his. I’ve never felt anything this…dominating. It’s like I simply stop existing as a single entity and reemerge into the moment as simply his.
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” he snarls again and again, like he’s bewitching me and enchanting me and cursing me all at the same time.
His thrusts become hurried and erratic as he follows me over the edge, bucking into me until he fills me with his cum, sealing the connection between us and tying us together. If I believed in this town and the mystical properties that seem to be abundant here, then this would be the moment when we made what might be an impossible baby.
Right now, even though he’s pumping me full of his cum, he’s not breeding me, he’s branding me as his, and if I end up with his baby growing inside of me, then this will be the moment that it happens.