Chapter 13
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
LEAF
“Honestly, Thorne, what are you doing?” I turn around and see him watching me, his hand rubbing his jaw.
“Just admiring the view.”
I roll my eyes, holding up my gloved hands. I’m wearing a pair of cutoff shorts, no underwear, and a tank top. My hair has seen better days after the shit sleep I got last night, and I know I have a sunburn on my shoulders. How he is admiring this view is beyond me. Unless…
“Wait, are you talking about me or the sunset?” I turn toward the pink and orange sky before turning to look at him.
His lips twitch. “Can I say both?”
“Fuck off,” I say, tossing a weed at him. It barely makes it to him. I need to work out. Thom would be so disappointed in me if he’d seen that sorry attempt at a throw.
“Think I’ll stay now that you’re no longer mad at me.”
I bite my bottom lip and stare at him. I’m not mad at him. Not after he exposed the truth to me earlier. He laid himself bare, and I liked it.
I like him. I like how he looks and how he looks at me. Especially right now.
After a fantastic edging session, Thorne decided to assist me in protecting my garden from Michael. We may have spent way too long looking up traps for groundhogs who terrorize local farmers. Seems I’m not the only one.
There’s an entire thread online about it. I make a mental note to post there if the traps don’t work.
Thorne suggests things I’ve already tried. Veggies inside a trap? Already done, and he managed to tap-dance around the entire thing and grab them, the cage empty the next morning.
He did this twice.
Using a mirror inside the trap in front of the veggies? Michael merely fixed his hair in that damn thing, tiptoed his way around it, and got the veggies out.
I even covered the traps with canvas and straw, but he evaded those as well.
It’s why I ended up going for the TNT, and I think Thorne is starting to understand why.
“Maybe we should just go with something natural. Hemlock or nightshade. I’m starting to think killing this beast is the only way to save you.”
I stare at Thorne, looking far too attractive to be real. “You, Mr. Thorne, are speaking my language now. Perhaps I should give you a thank-you for that idea.”
He cocks his head and adjusts his pants as he shoots me a dark grin. “Maybe you should. I’m full of good ideas.”
I pull my gloves off and walk toward him. He has a streak of dirt on his cheek from helping me pull some weeds earlier and from cleaning up the mess Michael made.
“I even have a contact where we can get them.”
I place my bare hands on his chest and run them up to his neck. “Stop being so sexy.”
“I can’t help it. I was born this way.”
I let out and laugh and then reach down, pulling on his shirt. “Come on. Let’s shower, and then you can make me dinner.”
“Oh, can I?”
“You owe me, remember?”
He follows me as I tug him toward the house. “Am I supposed to grovel for the rest of my days?”
I turn around and smirk, letting him see my mouth as I speak. “Sure are.”
“Then I am forever your humble servant.”
I trip up the stairs slightly as I pull him into the house. Luckily, he catches me, and I don’t face-plant this time. Very handy, having him around, I think.
Pulling him up the stairs and to my bathroom, I close the door and flick the water on. “Strip,” I say. “I’m going to wash you head to toe and then get on my knees and eat your ass.”
He blushes and stammers, almost unsure if he heard that right. “M-my ass?”
“Yes. Eat. Your. Ass.” I sign along with the words to make sure he’s processing them all. But the look on his face is more than being turned on. He looks unsure. “Unless…you don’t want me to?”
He quickly shakes his head. “Oh, I do. I—I just, I’ve never…no one’s ever done that before. To me.”
My heart aches a little for him. It’s easy to tell now that he’s not keeping secrets that he’s been a very lonely man. Just like me. With a lot less sex, I’m starting to think.
“Well, I’m going to show you what you’ve been missing.” I toss my shirt off, watching it land in the toilet. I sigh, pulling it out and throwing it into the sink. I really need to remember to close the lid.
“Where are you going to throw those shorts? Out the window?” Thorne asks me, and I roll my eyes.
“Maybe I will. Maybe I like being full of surprises.”
Thorne chuckles and strips down very calmly and without tossing his clothes in all the wrong places. No, they land in a nice little pile by his feet. My gaze roams across his body, taking in his muscular legs, his thick, hard cock, and those wide shoulders. But it’s his face I focus on.
So fucking perfect.
“What?” he asks, pulling his hearing aids out and setting them on the counter.
“Just…get in the shower. Hurry,” I sign and speak at the same time.
He grins and moves past me, my eyes falling to his ass. It’s round and bouncy, and I can’t wait to rock his world with my tongue.
He steps into the shower and under the stream of water. I nearly trip trying to get in beside him. He catches me again, and I press against him.
“Thank you for saving me all the time.”
He glances down at me, reading my lips. Water rushes down his face, his shoulders, his chest. “Anytime, Leaf.”
I nearly faint from how much I want him. Funny how I went from being so angry this morning to wanting to get on my knees and eat his ass a few hours later.
It’s hard not to. Looking at him, he’s a goddamn midnight snack.
I reach behind him and grab the soap, rubbing it aggressively over his skin.
He laughs, grabbing my wrist and stopping me abruptly. “You’re scrubbing my skin off.”
“I know. I want to hurry. I want to get to your ass.”
His teeth sink into his bottom lip, and he shakes his head. “You’re ridiculous.”
“I’m very sexy and also very into your muscular butt. I want it to clamp down on my face and keep me inside your hole.”
“God,” he says, his voice weak. Thready. Desperate.
I have him exactly the way I want him. “Let me show you exactly how good it’s going to be with me.”
His trembling fingers slip from my wrist, and he watches as I rub the soap over the two of us, bubbles forming on our skin before washing down the drain. When he finally turns around and I run that bar along his back and down to his ass, I feel jittery nerves bloom inside of me.
I’ve done this so many times before, but never with someone like him. Never with someone I could close my eyes and picture the rest of my life with. It’s so soon, but I’m starting to understand when people say, “when you know, you know.”
Because with Thorne, in moments like this, he feels like everything.
He feels like home.
His feet shuffle on the shower floor, drawing me back to the present, and he spreads his legs slightly and tilts his hips out.
I don’t wait to get to my knees. I drop down and drag the bar of soap up his legs. When I get to his ass, I lather up my hands and massage his cheeks, feeling them flex under my touch. I can’t help but spread them, staring at his puckered hole waiting for my mouth. My tongue. My fingers.
His quick inhale has me groaning. I don’t know if he can hear this over the sound of the water, but fuck, I want him to know how hot he looks right now. I tap him on the side of the hip, and he looks over his shoulder.
His cheeks are flushed, his pupils blown out as he stares down at me.
I sign two words. ‘You hot.’ His lips part, and I add with one hand, ‘Want hear you scream.’
I drag a finger up his crack, and he bucks his hips forward, not expecting that. When he turns to watch my face as I do it again, he lets out a soft moan.
‘Good boy,’ I sign and mouth so he knows exactly what I’m saying.
His cheeks darken, and I slap his ass, making him gasp. His ass jiggles when I do it again. Fuck, he’s so perfect.
I turn him slightly, getting him right where I want him with his hands pressed against the wall. Water rushes down his crack, and I shift him back slightly. He goes willingly, his fingers curling against the tile like he’s trying to grip the edges along the grout.
I take a slow breath, and then I lower my face between his cheeks and lick a stripe right up his ass.
He bucks forward, his chin dropping to his chest, his moans echoing around me. I grunt in excitement, my own cock hard between my legs as I do it again. He tastes like perfection, like Thorne. Like a first time.
Like forever.
My tongue laves at his hole, rimming him properly, getting him loose and wet, making him want it so bad that in a moment, he’s going to start begging. When he shifts his hips back against me, I dig my fingers into his cheeks and let my tongue push into him.
His hole clenches around the intrusion, and he grunts. But I don’t let up, pushing in as deep as I can, tasting him. The sounds he’s making are turning me on just as much as eating his ass is. It’s so fucking erotic.
My tongue thrusts in and out of him until he’s clawing at the wall.
I did this to him, to this hot-as-fuck man. I made this man tremble. I made him lose control.
Then suddenly he’s pulling forward, spinning around and holding on to the base of his dick. It’s thick and leaking.
His hand fists my hair, pulling my head back. His eyes meet mine, then he pushes his cock into my mouth.
I groan around the length, the way it sits heavy on my tongue. He thrusts in and out, gagging me on his length, forcing me to breathe through my nose, to claw at his legs.
When he finally pulls out, I take in a long, gulping breath, but he doesn’t let me stay on my knees for long. Instead, he helps me to my feet and spins me around. I go willingly, easily, my hands splayed out before me.
“So hot,” he murmurs as his fingers dig into the flesh of my hips, pulling my ass out toward him.
His strong hands massage my lower back, moving to the globes of my ass and spreading them.
“Want to fuck you,” he murmurs, his voice strained.
I crane my neck to look at him. “Do it.”
His eyes flash to my lips. “Say that again.”
So I do.