Chapter Twenty-Two
Wells
I’ve wanted to bring Victory into my world for so long, helping her out of my Land Rover in front of my two-story cedar-sided home feels surreal. Her gaze sweeps over my house, which is nestled among dune grass and wild flowering bushes, to the bluff and the vast ocean views beyond.
“This is beautiful. You have a crow’s nest,” she says with surprise.
“Yeah. It’s really cool to watch lightning storms from up there.”
“I bet. This is your own not-so-little slice of paradise.”
“I’m glad I finally get to share it with you.” I take her hand, drawing her into a kiss. “I’m really happy you’re here.”
“I am, too.” As we walk up the slate path to the porch, she says, “This reminds me of my parents’ house in Ridgeport.”
“It’s on the water?”
“Mm-hm. I loved living there and waking up to the smell of the ocean.”
“I knew you belonged in my bedroom. I always sleep with the windows open.” I kiss her smiling lips, and then I open the door and wave her in. “After you, sweet thing.”
She steps inside, and her eyes light up as she takes in the view from the foyer straight through the living room to the accordion-style glass doors across the back of the house.
“ Wow ,” she says as we head into the living room.
Those baby blues sweep over the open floor plan.
Her gaze lingers on the bookshelves flanking the stone fireplace, where pictures of family and friends decorate the mantel.
I set the bag of toiletries on the couch as she glances at the kitchen and dining room, which boast more views of the water. My taste is classic, substantial furniture, decorated in earth tones and beachy blues. I wonder what her home looks like. “It’s probably a far cry from what you’re used to.”
“It’s better than what I’m used to.” She runs her finger along the back of the couch, looking a little tentative. “Can I let you in on another secret?”
“I’m hoping you’ll let me in on all your secrets.”
She smiles, lowering her eyes for a beat, those long lashes fluttering as she takes a deep breath.
When she lifts those gorgeous eyes to me, her fingers stop moving along the back of the couch, like she needs the stability of it.
“When I first saw the apartment, I couldn’t imagine it ever feeling like home.
It was so different from everything I knew.
Not just physically, but in here.” She touches her head.
“And in here.” She puts her hand over her heart.
“I told you how I grew up. We had family money, but you’d never know it.
We each had one suitcase or backpack that fit all of our belongings, and we didn’t miss or need more materialistic things. ”
“Other than a flushing toilet?” I say to lighten her confession.
“I definitely would have liked that. Eventually the apartment felt like home because Harvey was there. But this?” She motions around us. “This is warm and inviting, like you. It already feels like home .” Her eyes widen. “That sounded presumptuous. Sorry, I didn’t mean—”
I silence her with a kiss. “Be presumptuous, baby. Be scared or silly or happy. I want you to be you , whoever that is at any given moment. Okay?”
“I think it’s harder not to be me around you.” She laughs softly. “I’m going to start calling you my truth serum.”
“You can call me anything you want, as long as you call me yours.” I take her in a slow, sensual kiss.
I ache to be close to her, and it takes everything I have to temper that desire and pull back.
“God, I’ve missed kissing you.” I can’t resist going back for more and taking the kiss deeper.
Fuck . I don’t want to rush her. “Sorry, baby. Are you hungry? I can whip something up, or we can go out and grab some dinner.”
She hooks her finger into the waistband of my jeans, gazing up with desire brimming in her eyes. “I really just want to be close to you. Unless you’re hungry?”
“Only for you, sweet thing.” I lower my lips to hers in a soul-searing kiss that breaks the dam, unleashing days of pent-up emotions.
Our kisses turn deep and devouring, and it doesn’t take long before we’re all over each other.
I tear my mouth away, gritting out, “I’ve fantasized about taking you on every surface in my house, and I intend to, but I’ve waited weeks to have you naked in my bed.
” I crush my mouth to hers and lift her into my arms, carrying her into my bedroom.
She breaks the kiss and says, “I love when you go all caveman on me.”
“I’ll give you caveman .” I toss her onto the bed, and she laughs as I take off her heels and my shoes and socks. I take off my shirt, and as I come down over her, she puts her hands up, keeping me at bay.
“How about if I give you cavewoman first?” She pushes me onto my back and straddles me. Her hair tumbles around her face as she unbuttons and unzips my jeans.
I reach down to help her, and she swats my hand away.
“I’ve got this.” She grabs my jeans and boxer briefs at the hips.
“Oh yeah? Are you a professional cavewoman?”
“I did paleo once. I learned a few things.” She shimmies lower as she tugs my jeans and briefs down to my thighs and stops. “Your monster thighs don’t make this easy.”
I laugh as she slips from the bed and tugs my clothes the rest of the way off. When she starts to climb onto the mattress, I say, “Uh-uh. I want you naked. If you get to play, so do I.”
“You’re so needy,” she teases, and takes off her blouse.
I fist my cock, giving it a stroke as her bra falls to the floor. “ Mm . Look at those gorgeous tits. Why do I want to come all over them?”
Her eyes flame as she takes off her slacks. “Because you’re a Neanderthal, and you want to mark me as yours.”
“Damn right I do.” I give my cock another stroke as she hooks her fingers into the hips of her pretty black panties. “Take them off slowly, baby. I want to sear this movie into my brain.”
She smirks, swaying her hips seductively as she slides her panties lower and turns around, showing me her gorgeous ass as she bends at the waist to take them off.
“Careful, sweet thing, or I’ll come on that ass, too.”
She struts toward the bed. “Only if I let you.”
“You’ll not only let me. You’ll beg me to.” She’s owned her sexuality since the first time we were together when she said, Lay your handsome ass down and let me ride that cock . But tonight feels different. Like my victorious tigress is uncaged for the first time in years.
“That’s big talk,” she says. “But I’m in control now.”
She crawls over me and stops when her mouth is above my cock. I am about to let go of it when she wraps her hand around mine and squeezes. Her hungry eyes are trained on mine as she drags her tongue along the broad head. What a sexy sight she is. My cock jerks in my hand. “Fuck.”
“Eventually,” she promises. “Now stroke your cock with me like a good boy.”
Jesus, that’s hot. I stroke it as she teases the head with her tongue, then follows our hands down my cock, licking my shaft, getting me wetter with each stroke.
“ Fuck that feels good.” She lowers her mouth over my dick, following our fists down.
“ That’s it ,” I growl. “Look how beautiful you are sucking my cock.” She slows, grinning as she slides her tongue around the broad head again, our hands still stroking.
She dips lower and licks my balls. “ Fuuck , baby.” She sucks them into her mouth, and my hips shoot up.
“ Jesus … Feels good .” She does it again and peels my hand off my cock, fisting it herself as she takes it in her hot, eager mouth.
Seeing my sweet, powerful girl, my secret vixen, enjoying every second of pleasuring me magnifies my pleasure.
She strokes faster, tighter. “That’s it.
So fucking perfect, baby.” I need to taste her.
I grab her hair, tugging her face up. “Get up here and straddle my face.”
Her eyes narrow. “I’m not done with you.”
God, this woman. “I’m not asking you to stop for good. I want to make you come while you suck my cock.”
“Oh.” Wickedness shimmers in her eyes. “In that case, forget I objected.”
Before she can move into position, I pull her into a savagely intense kiss.
“I fucking love your mouth,” I grit against her lips, and then reclaim them for another devouring.
She hungrily returns my efforts, and we both come away panting.
“I’m a greedy bastard for you. Don’t stop sucking my cock while you come. Think you can do that?”
“I guess we’ll see. I’ve never done it like that before.” She lowers her voice to a whisper. “But I want to.”
I really am greedy, because that makes me feel like a fucking king.
“That is, if you can continue pleasuring me while you come,” she challenges.
I fucking love this domineering side of her. “That is not a problem.”
As I guide her pussy down to my mouth, she wraps her hand around my cock and takes it in deep.
We both moan, and she strokes me faster.
I hold her tight against my mouth, fucking and licking as she sucks me off with mind-numbing intensity.
Her hand is tight, her mouth is hot, and her pussy is as sweet as fucking heaven.