Chapter 34 #4
“What’s the best way to know each other than to live together?” I feel my face stretch into a huge smile— what does she have to say to that, huh?
She places her hands on her hips, and I notice a new tattoo on her right thumb. It’s a black arrow piercing a crimson, bleeding heart. It’s so delicate and so small, yet so meaningful and bright, just like my Kayla.
“You’re a slob, and your place is a dumpster!” She reprimands me, but I can’t help but smile. I can’t take my eyes off that tattoo. It represents her so well. And the bleeding heart over there? Well, that’s me. She pierced right through me, and if she pulls the arrow out, I’ll bleed to death.
“I’ll clean it.” I bite my lip. Her cheeks are adorably pink, and I fuckin’ love that.
“You slept with half the town on that mattress.” The light in her eyes dims a little. I can’t change my past, but I can shape the future.
“I’ll buy a new one. And a new bedframe. And a couch. We can gut the whole place if you want to.” I take a step toward her.
“And new sheets?” She looks at me from under her lashes.
“Especially them.” I nod a few times like a dummy toy.
“And a new dresser?”
“Yes. Two dressers.” Another tiny step.
“Why two dressers?” A line forms between her eyebrows.
“Because one will be filled with all the sexy lingerie I’ve bought for you.” I wink at her.
“Oh.” Her mouth opens a little, and I can see the tip of her pink tongue. “You bought me underwear?”
“Yes, I did. I ruined some, remember?” I’ve bought her half the damn stores in Maine. I’ll buy her more if she wants me to. I’ll get her the fuckin’ moon if it makes her happy.
“Yeah, I do.” She nods a few times, not comprehending what’s happening. I understand: I had months to get myself ready for the big move, live with the idea, and wait for her to come home so my dream could come true, and for her, it’s been ten minutes.
All right, I decide to give her five more minutes before I throw her over my shoulder and carry her sexy ass to her new home. “But what about my trailer? I’m not leaving it here.” She looks around apologetically, as if the trailer can hear her.
“Pff.” I roll my eyes. “I’d never leave the place I popped my woman’s cherry here in the wild. It’s our place. I don’t want anyone to ruin it.”
“You’re so crude.” Her cheeks pinken even more, but she glances toward where we had sex for the first time, and she bites her lower lip. Oh, she remembers, all right, and she loves me being dirty, I know .
“That’s right, I am.” Another step places me right in front of her. “I’ve missed you, Kayla.” I push a strand of her hair behind her ear. Today, she’s got dark blue streaks. I think it means she’s sad. “I’ve missed you so much.”
“I’ve missed you too.” She puts her hands on my chest and lifts her face to mine, whispering, “And I’ve missed your inches.” Her eyes sparkle with mischief.
A familiar, sharp jealousy pinches my chest. “How many other inches have you had in Boston?” I ask. It was the question that had been bothering me. I’m scared to hear the answer, but I still need to know. I just have to. I’m a masochist like that.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Her eyes narrow, and a small smirk dances on her lips.
“Kayla,” I growl as I wrap an arm behind her lower back and pull her to me. Her body becomes flush with mine, and I instantly sing a victory song. She fits .
“We-e-e-ell,” she singsongs and taps her finger on her chin. “Let me think.” I’m getting myself ready for a horror story. My body goes rigid, and she laughs. “Relax, Jus, you’re so wound up.”
“Kayla.” My voice drops lower, and she laughs.
“No one, Justin. And even though I don’t owe you an explanation, there was no one since you.”
I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding and move my hand lower to cover her pussy.
“This all is mine. From now on, I don’t want to have to ask that question ever again.
You are mine. Do you understand?” Even though my words sound confident, I’m anything but.
I know Kayla, and I know she’s been on her own for a long time.
She isn’t used to answering to anyone, but I can’t do half-measures with her. I want her fully and utterly mine .
I see a storm brewing behind her narrowed eyes; she opens her delicious mouth to rip me a new one, but she surprises me. Of course, she does. “If I’m yours, you are mine. You got it?”
A warm sensation blooms in my chest, and I nod. “Got it, ma’am.”
Her mouth thins as she continues. “I’m not joking.”
“Neither am I.” I feel my face stretch in a wide smile.
She doesn’t know about the ring I got for her the day I left Boston.
It has a giant ruby in it, matching the stripes in her hair when she’s in her feistiest mood, my favorite one.
I got it because I knew if it wouldn’t be her, it wouldn’t be anyone else.
I’d die a bachelor with blisters. I don’t understand why Alex is waiting for so long to propose to Freya—everyone knows they’re perfect for each other.
When you know she’s the one, you know. I know, and I’m confident in my decision, but I won’t ask just yet.
I’ll give her time to adjust to me always being around.
I’ve never known myself to be such a possessive fucker, but I’ve never wanted anyone like I want her.
“You can move your hand now.” She lifts her eyebrows.
“Alright.” I bite my lip and move my hand up her body to the zipper on her pants and unbutton it. Her eyes go round.
“What are you doing?”
“What do you think I am doing?” I counter while I pull on the fly of her pants.
“Trying to get me naked?” A mischievous light in her eyes is enough of a green light for me.
“Your assumption would be correct.” When her fly is open, I move my hand inside them, moving lower until I’m in her panties and find her wet. Not wet, no, completely soaked . “You are a dirty girl, Kayla Attleborough,” I say as I dip my finger inside her.
Her breath catches but not from the reason I think. “What?” She freezes.
And I freeze. Fuck. Shit. Did I just call her Kayla Attleborough? So much for fucking keeping it locked down for now.
“What did you say, Justin?” Her eyes are enormous, her hands frozen on my shoulders.
“I mean—” Heat warms my cheeks. “I mean, I meant—” I clear my throat. “Fuck it. Will you marry me?” I blurt and stop breathing. I don’t know what she’ll answer; I honestly don’t. Kayla’s mind is a mystery to me. If she says ‘no,’ I’ll spend the rest of my life convincing her to change her mind.
“What—” She blinks a few times. “Are you high?”
“On testosterone? Most likely.” I cackle. “A man can go only so long without sex, and I haven’t had any since you.”
“Since me?” Her mouth is a cute o .
“Yeah,” I nod. “It’s been you for a long time, and I want it to be only you. Will you marry me to keep me out of my misery?” I sound more confident now. I know what I want, and I go after it.
Her lips stretch in that beautiful smile I’ve missed so much. “I think I can do that. Just so I can keep you out of your misery, you know.”
“I don’t give a shit why.” I bring my hands under her ass, lifting her up and placing her on the counter where I fucked up so much the first time. “As long as it’s a ‘yes,’ I’ll take it.”
She’s feverishly licking her lips, her pupils are dilated, and I can tell she wants— needs —what I need right now, so I get rid of her pants, pulling them off of her.
Unzipping my pants, I place myself between her legs.
“Baby, I wish I could play with you for hours, but I don’t think I can right now. I need you so fucking bad.”
“I don’t need foreplay now. Just all your inches.
C’mere.” She grabs the undone belt of my pants and pulls me to her.
Her quick hands dive inside my jeans and pull my dick out, hard as steel.
It nearly weeps at the contact. Scratch that; it weeps.
The precum wets the tip of it, and she spreads it around the extra sensitive head.
It nearly makes me come, and I pull away.
“Kay, baby, not now, or it’s about to be done before it even starts,” I beg hoarsely.
She giggles as she opens her legs wider, grabs my dick again, and leads me toward her soaked center. My cock twitches, my balls tighten before it even touches her, and I understand it’s time to take it in my hands, or it will be over. Quite literally.
I grab the base of my cock with one hand and make little circles on her clit with another.
Kayla’s breathing quickens, and she closes her eyes.
I align myself with her pussy and push in.
Now, since my hand is free, I grab her ass and pull her toward me.
The moment I’m fully sheathed inside her, I let out a loud moan. Fu-u-uck. That’s what home feels like.
I begin moving my hips in slow, shallow thrusts, trying to prolong the pleasure, but Kayla grabs my ass with her hands, digging her fingers into my flesh, and orders in a low voice that comes out only when she is on the verge of losing it.
“Justin, damn it, fuck me like you mean it.”
That’s all I needed to hear.
I speed up the tempo, thrusting deeper. My hands roam her back, my lips on her neck, sucking on her tasty, slightly salty skin. I know it will leave bruises, but I want them to be there. I want everyone to see who she belongs to.
“Justin.” Her pleading voice reaches my nearly gone mind.
“Yes, baby, what do you want? ”
“I want your hand on my neck,” she whispers through my thrusts. Way more confident than she did the first time she asked for that.
“Happy to oblige.” I was hoping it wasn’t a fluke before, and she really likes it. I’m a lucky motherfucker.
I wrap my hand around the base of her throat, slightly pressing on the windpipe. The moment I do that, she bursts in flames. Her tight pussy squeezes my cock, and I come inside her like a fucking fountain.
My orgasm is never-ending as I keep thrusting in, and she cries out again, digging her hands into my ass cheeks.
We are a sweaty, happy mess as we hold on to each other. I’m never letting this woman go.
Later that day, with the help of a few orgasms, I manage to convince Kayla to move her trailer to my backyard as soon as possible, refusing to wait any longer.
ASAP meaning like tonight. I’d never tell her, but if she refused, I’d be camping here for a long time until she caved.
After the situation with Caroline and her buddies, I’ll never feel comfortable with Kayla staying even one night in such a secluded location alone.
She agreed to move her trailer tomorrow but agreed to move in tonight . I’m a happy man.
She can use my cards and fix up the place any way she wants; she can buy all the mismatched dishware and furniture in the world and make our home her cozy little haven. She can do anything she wants, as long as I get to keep her.
She’s asleep in bed with my ring on her finger when I hear banging on the back door. Who the fuck is here so late?
I walk to the door with the confidence that I’m about to beat someone’s ass when I see Frank beating his hoof on the wood.
I carefully open it and step outside. I still can’t erase from my mind how I almost pissed my pants when the moose came and nudged Kayla’s shoulder.
I was ready to take him on when he was just flirting with my woman.
“Sup, Frank?” He beats a hoof on the ground and lets out a loud exhale.
“Alright, boy. I got it; you want to warn me about your friend, right?” He beats his hoof again but doesn’t repeat any aggravated noises.
“Alright, let’s make one thing clear: she is mine.
” I watch him, and I swear he just rolled his eyes.
“Yes, she’s mine, and I’ll take care of her, but I thank you for the save today.
I owe you.” Another hoofbeat. “Alright, all the bushes around are yours.” He beats again.
“Fine!” I throw my hands up in defeat. “You can visit anytime.” He lets out a long exhale from his nose that I can somehow read as satisfaction and nods his head.
His big eyes are trained on me, then squinted—I swear the fuckin’ moose squints his eyes at me—before he turns around and leaves.
I watch him disappear into the night. Did I just have a standoff with a moose? I think I did. Well, he is Frank, so I’ll deal with it.
I take a deep breath and return home to the woman in my bed who represents everything I thought I’d never have, and yet here I am, blessed with her presence in my life that I nearly fucked over. Never again. She is mine, and I’m a possessive motherfucker, as it turns out.
I jog upstairs and slide back into bed, where Kayla murmurs something unintelligible as she snuggles into my side. I hug her, pulling her warm body closer, and sniff her hair. Strawberry is my favorite fruit.
I’m asleep five minutes later.