Chapter 27
Chapter Twenty-Seven
DALTON
Christ, I wasn’t sure I was ever going to have this again, that I’d be able to touch her and taste her whenever I wanted, and it was taking every ounce of self-control I had not to lunge at her.
Reaching around, I unclasped her bra, revealing those tight, rosy little nipples that were already standing at attention.
With a growl, I bent forward and latched onto one, sucking hard and deep.
“Oh God, Dalt,” Charlotte whimpered as her back bowed. Her tiny fingers fisted in my hair, yanking at the strands to keep me close like she was afraid I was going to float away. God, I’d missed her. “Need you, honey, please.”
I’d never get tired of hearing her beg. Not fucking ever.
My hands traveled down her ribs, past the feminine dip in her waist, to the waistband of her shorts and, reading my intension clearly, she lifted her hips just enough so I could work them and her panties down her legs, tossing them over my shoulder when they cleared her feet.
“Lay back, baby,” I ordered gruffly. “I want you spread out on my table like a goddamn feast.”
She did as told, extending her arms over her head to grip the edge of the table, and just the sight of her like this, stripped bare, trusting me to take care of her, was almost enough to make me come in my jeans.
She was a fucking vision. A goddess.
“Hurry, Dalt,” she pleaded, her chest rising and falling with hard, desperate breaths.
I leaned down, placing a kiss in the valley between those perfect tits before trailing down. Stopping at the scar on her stomach, I pressed my lips to it. The skin was pink and puckered, but just like the rest of her, it was perfect.
Lifting my head, I looked up to see her hazel eyes, dark with lust, pinned on me. “You wet for me, baby?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Please. Now.”
I wasn’t going to make her wait a second longer. Hell, I was barely holding on by a thread. Standing tall, I unhooked my belt and ripped at the fly of my pants until my aching cock finally sprang free. At the sight of it, Charlotte let out a wanton groan that made it twitch and leak pre-cum.
Grabbing behind her thighs, I yanked her down so she was nearly hanging off the table. “Ready for me?”
“Always.”
With that, I drove in to the hilt, both of us shouting out at the intense pleasure. I gave her a few seconds to adjust to my size, but when she began undulating, rolling those soft hips in an effort to get more, I let loose.
“Fuck me,” I gritted, sweat beading up on my brow as I powered in and out of her tight, hot pussy.
My cock glistening with her arousal was almost enough to send me over the edge, and I had to fight back the need to come as I drove into her hard and fast, setting a punishing pace that made the table scrape across the floor.
“You fit me perfectly, Charlotte. Every. Fucking. Time.” I punctuated each word with a brutal thrust.
“You feel so good,” she whimpered. “I love you so much, Dalton.”
I felt my balls tighten closer to my body at that declaration. “Love you too, Thumbelina.” I released her hip and reached around to press my thumb against her clit. “More than I’ve ever loved anyone.”
Her eyes went wide at the same time her walls rippled around me, clenching my cock tighter.
“Get there, baby,” I commanded, snapping my hips harder. “Come for me. Drench my cock so I can fill you up.”
My words sent her careening over the edge. Her eyes slammed shut, and every muscle in her body locked tight as she cried out my name over and over.
Her pussy squeezed so tight I had no choice but to follow after her. She milked every drop of cum from me as I collapsed onto her, burying my face in her neck as I experienced the most earth-shattering release of my life.
“I love you,” she whispered, minutes later as we came back down to earth, her dainty fingers sifting through my sweat-slick hair.
I lifted my head, smiling at the dreamy look on her face. “Don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearin’ you say that. Want to hear it for the rest of my life.”
She grinned brightly. “Then that’s what you’ll get, cowboy.” Then she arched a teasing brow. “After you clean the mess you made of the kitchen, of course.”
Fuck me, but I loved this woman.
The sky outside the bedroom window was the darkest shade of midnight, peppered by the glow of countless stars. The only light in the bedroom spilled out from the lamp on the bedside table.
I was lying on my back, the sheets pushed to my waist with Charlotte’s warm, naked body pressed against my side.
One of her thighs was thrown over mine, her arm was wrapped around my middle, her head on my shoulder.
This was the position we’d assumed ten minutes ago after ravishing each other for the third time in one night like it had been years since we’d touched, not just weeks.
I’d been lying there, staring at the ceiling with my free arm cocked behind my head while drawing random, nonsensical patterns on her bare hip, trying to wrap my head around everything she’d confessed to me.
She had a sister—a twin—that she’d given up because she thought she was doing the right thing.
The logic behind her decision might have seemed insane to anyone else, but knowing what I knew now, getting to see the real Charlotte that lay behind those walls, I couldn’t say I didn’t understand.
I did, and it fucking killed me to know how bad her life had been before—before Hope Valley, before finding her crew, before me.
When you had enough people beating you down, telling you that you weren’t good enough, it was impossible not to eventually believe it.
I’d have given anything to take that all away, and thinking about that made it impossible to shut my brain off so I could find sleep.
She’d been silent for so long I thought she was asleep, but then she stirred against me, turning her head to give me those warm hazel eyes. “There’s one last thing I have to tell you, cowboy,” she said quietly. “But I don’t want you to get mad.”
I gave her a reassuring squeeze. “Whatever it is, I can handle it, Thumbelina. Promise.”
Her gaze drifted to a spot over my shoulder as she inhaled a long, deep breath. Finally, she looked back at me and let it go. “Micah knows about my sister,” she confessed, and even though I tried to stop it, I couldn’t prevent my body from going solid.
She pushed up, bringing the sheet with her to cover her breasts as she spoke rapidly.
“He knows she exists, but that’s it. I never even told him her name.
What I gave you tonight, he doesn’t have any of that.
He was the first man I’d trusted in years, so I let him in, but that was before you, and he doesn’t have it all.
He knows about foster care and running away when I was sixteen, that’s it.
I swear. He was my friend. I hadn’t had a friend in a really, really long time, and I needed—”
I pushed up to sitting, resting my back against the headboard.
Grabbing hold of her waist, I pulled her to me so she was straddling my thighs.
The man in me, the possessive, macho, full-of-bravado, jealous asshole part of me wanted to rage that she’d given someone else her secrets—even if only a few of them—before she’d given them to me, especially since it was another dick-wielding member of society.
But the other more rational part of me knew I had no reason to be jealous of Micah.
He and Charlotte were never more than friends, ever, and he didn’t have even a quarter of the secrets she’d given me.
“Baby, stop,” I ordered gently, looping my arms around her waist to give her a tiny shake. “It’s okay. I’m not mad.”
Her eyes went round, full of skepticism. “You aren’t?”
“No. You needed someone to trust after years of being alone. I get that. And like you said, it was before me.” It was before me, I repeated in my head. That reminder helped immensely in soothing my fragile male ego.
Her whole body drooped in relief, her hands coming up to rest on my shoulders where her tiny fingers dug in, giving me a massage. “Okay, good. I didn’t want to keep anything else from you. That was my very last secret, and I couldn’t go to sleep until it was out there and I knew we were okay.”
My woman was incredible. “We’re okay. I promise.”
“There’s also something else I never gave him that I want to give you. Well, it’s more of a favor I want to ask, technically.”
“What do you want, Thumbelina?” I asked, breaking in mid-ramble. “Just name it, and if it’s in my power, I’ll give it to you.”
Her chest rose on an inhale, pressing those lush tits harder against me. “You said you’re good at finding things,” she hedged. “I’m assuming you mean people too?”
My lungs seized up as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and bit down. “You want me to find your sister?” The fact she’d trust me with something like that . . . Christ, it meant everything.
She nodded almost nervously. “I miss her,” she said on a breath.
“I’m happy for the first time in my life, and that’s all because of you, but I’m still missing that one last piece.
” She placed her palm in the center of her chest. “I need to see her. I need to know her again. But, I’m also scared that something’s wrong. ”
My brows pinched together. “What do you mean?”
“Micah brought it up, but I wouldn’t let myself believe it, but now . . . I know you’re looking for that guy who attacked me, and I’ve got this feeling in the pit of my stomach that Cheyanne might be the ‘she’ he was looking for. And if that’s the case, she might not be safe.”
I wanted to take away the concern that filled her eyes. I wanted to make each and every day better than the last. I wanted to make her whole and happy for the rest of her life.
“I’ll find her,” I swore. “I’ll find her, and I’ll make her safe. You have my word.”