Chapter 20
Twenty
H e made quick work of exposing her body, and the flames of his desire licked at her skin as his eyes roamed over her.
“Just so fucking perfect, baby.” His lips found their way to her neck and he gently pressed a kiss to her jaw. John worked his way down and across her skin until she sucked in a sharp breath as his lips hovered over her scar.
“Did I hurt you?” He pulled back and searched her face.
“No. It’s still numb. But I just…I like that you did that. Would you do it again?” She tipped her head back, offering her neck to him.
John walked her towards the full length mirror and slid his hand up her chest, resting his hand at the lowest point of her neck.
“Higher,” she whispered. “Cover my scar.”
John slid his hand higher, squeezing gently. Her whole core turned to molten lava. He pulled her face towards his, smashing his lips down onto hers. The move was insanely possessive and did nothing to quench her thirst for him.
“I’ll fucking worship this scar every day for the rest of our lives if you let me.”
And he did. He kissed and gently nipped at the skin as she watched him in the reflection of the mirror. He ran one hand through her hair, tugging at the base of her head for better access to her neck while his other hand palmed her breast. The assault of sensations flooded her core with need, her legs clenching together as she tried to find some friction for a much needed release.
John’s hands found their way to her shoulders, and he pushed her down on the bed. Her legs moved wide enough for him to stand between them. His mouth was busy, making its way down her chest, sucking on one of her breasts with enough force to make her arch her back off the bed.
She felt his hands start crawling lower, over the curve of her stomach, down across her hips. Finally, his fingers made their way to her needy center. His mouth popped off the breast he’d been working over, a glorious smile of victory growing in front of her.
“Baby, you’re so wet. Is all this for me?”
“Yes,” she gasped as his thumb slipped over her clit. His movements were slow. Torturous. Drawing her to the edge of madness. “John, please. I need you.”
She couldn’t control the way her voice trembled as she begged for him to let her come. His finger slipped inside her, expertly curling to hit her G-spot until she flew over the edge into the abyss of her orgasm.
It was perfect. And she felt crazy for wanting more. But she did.
“I want you, John. Every inch of you.”
“I’m yours, baby. Fuck. I’m yours for as long as you’ll have me. And even then, I think I’ll be yours until the end of my days.”
Her fingers danced along the waistband of his pants, her tongue licking out against her kiss-swollen lips. Her eyes followed the movements of his hands, wanting to beg for his movements to be faster, filled with more urgency than the slow strip tease she was being tortured with.
His hands worked to undo the button and zipper of his jeans. Slowly, he shimmied them down to the ground before kicking them over to the corner of the room. She would have laughed if her focus wasn’t solely on the outline of his erection, now very visible as he stood in front of her in nothing but his underwear.
When his hands raised back up to lower them, she jumped.
“No. Don’t.”
His head tipped in a silent question until she reached out and slipped her hands beneath the fabric. Her finger brushed over his warm, hard heat as she pulled him free. Sliding her hand from root to tip, her thumb brushed against smooth metal .
“You’re pierced!” She knew her eyebrows were probably so far up her forehead they looked like a part of her hairline, but she didn’t care. He was so thick, and for a moment she thought her brain was glitching when she felt something metallic on him. But no. Her eyes could very clearly see that her fingers hadn’t lied. There, near the tip of his hard, swollen length, was a piercing.
She’d never been with anyone in the way she was about to be with John before, and there stood this god-like man with a pierced cock looking at her. How the hell was that going to fit in her and not rip her to pieces?
“I told you, I wasn’t always the straight-laced sheriff’s deputy I am today.”
“Is it… I mean, will it hurt?”
“Baby, no,” he chuckled, his hand coming up to swipe at her peaked nipple while he pressed a kiss to the underside of her jaw. “It’s there to make the pleasure heightened for you.”
“I don’t know,” she groaned as she bit down on her lip.
John brushed his thumb across her lip, playfully nudging her to release her nervous habit.
“Abby, we don’t have to take this next step if you aren’t ready. I’m not going to pressure you into anything. And if you hate the idea of the piercing, I’ll take it out.”
“H-how did you decide to get it done?”
John laughed. “Have I ever told you how Jackson and I like to take bets against each other?”
“No, I don’t think you have.”
“Well, I lost one. And this was the agreed upon consequence.”
Her jaw dropped open. “Was it painful?”
“Oh hell. I don’t even want to think about the pain. When the lady asked if I was okay because I’d gone pale, Jackson laughed so hard I thought he was going to piss himself.”
“A woman did that?”
“I certainly wasn’t going to let a dude.”
She laughed, until she saw his nose crinkle.
“Maybe don’t laugh while you’re looking at my dick.”
“Sorry. I just… it’s a bit overwhelming.”
“Do you want to stop?”
“No.” The one thing she absolutely did not want to do was stop.
“Abby.” He clearly didn’t believe her, and she couldn’t blame him. Why the hell had she sounded so uncertain? “Why don’t I let you take a bath and I’ll go get things set up to watch a movie when you’re done.”
“Don’t you dare leave me right now. You promised me a bath together and that’s what I want… after. Forgive me for being a little taken aback by your monster-sized pierced penis, but I’m totally over it now.”
John burst out laughing. “Oh my god. I think that’s the best thing I’ve ever heard, baby. You have no idea what you just did for my ego.”
“Yeah, well, as long as that big ego of yours keeps other big body parts in check until I’m ready, I think we’ll be okay.”
His smile fell. “I would never do anything you were uncomfortable with. Never.”
“I know. I’m only teasing. I trust you.”
She reached out and wrapped her hand around his cock, loving the groan she pulled from him. His already hard shaft turned to steel under her touch, and she stroked him again, root to tip, before running her finger across the head.
John’s hand wrapped around her wrist, stopping her exploration. “I want you, beautiful. I want you so fucking much. I want you to touch me, but right now, I need to be inside you.”
“I need that too.” She moaned as his hand moved from her stomach, down her side and onto her thigh. Her legs fell open and her hips moved upwards as she laid back on the bed. “Touch me, John. Please.”
He pressed his lips into her neck as his one hand found its way back to her nipple. The rosy peak was hard, and she loved the way his touch made her shiver as he ran his thumb over it.
His other hand found its way down between her legs, rubbing against her clit while her fingers scratched at his back. She was breathing so fast, so completely turned on, that the edges of her vision darkened before her orgasm even had a chance to take root.
It burst forth from her with a scream. Every muscle in her body contracted, her back arching off the bed, pressing harder into John’s touch as she flew through the incredible release.
He moved, peppering kissing onto her neck while he stroked his length. Holy hell, he really was a sex god. She’d fallen in love with a fucking sex god who was determined to turn her bones to jelly. What a way to die.
“Are you on?—”
“I have the implant in my arm,” she interrupted before slamming her mouth back onto his. She wiggled next to him, his cock aching to sink into her.
“Does it give you headaches? Are there other side effects?”
“My birth control?”
He nodded.
“I’m not sure. They got worse when I first had it put in. This isn’t a sexy conversation, John.”
“You should get it removed. I can always wear a condom if you want me to. The side effects or risks with birth control for you aren’t worth it.”
“Condoms aren’t always effective.”
“No birth control is.” He brushed his fingers through her hair. “I’d rather take the responsibility for the birth control in our relationship so that you don’t have to suffer the health side effects.”
“I don’t… that’s incredibly considerate of you.”
“It’s purely selfish, baby. I can’t stand seeing you in pain.”
“I’ll call my doctor when we get back to Bell Ridge and talk things over with him.”
“Good. Let me know if you want me to go to your appointment with you.”
“To the gynecologist?”
He chuckled at the surprised look on her face. Had none of her other boyfriends ever been with her? Did no one go with her when she had the birth control implant put in?
“I imagine you’ll need to have some sort of procedure to have it removed. It’s only fair that I be there to make sure you’re okay.”
“That’s so sweet, but no one was there with me when it was put in. I’m sure I can manage on my own.”
Well, that answered his question.
“Whatever you feel comfortable with.”
“So. Do you keep condoms here at the cabin?” The way her eyebrow raised up was adorable.
“No, I don’t normally keep condoms here at the cabin. But knowing that you and I were about to be alone for a full weekend, I may have brought some with me.”
“Eager man.”
“I’m not a liar, Abby. I want you. Bad.”
“I want you, too. And I don’t want anything between us. I want to feel you inside me this time. Just you.”
“Jesus. I want you to know that I’m clean. Just had a physical, and I haven’t been with anyone since Katy was born.”
Her fingers stopped tracing across his skin. “You haven’t?”
“Katy was my priority. I didn’t want to date casually. It seemed selfish. I wanted whoever I was with after having Katy to be the woman I could see being my wife. Someone who I could see being Katy’s mom.”
“Are you… are you saying you think I would be a good mom for Katy?”
“For Katy. For her little siblings one day.” He rubbed his hand over her belly. “Whenever we’re ready for that.”
She didn’t move. He wasn’t even really sure she was still breathing.
“Does that scare you, baby?”
“I just, it’s so fast,” she whispered. “It sounds perfect, but how can you feel that way so quickly?”
“I’ve been flirting with you for months. Nothing about this has felt fast for me.”
Her jaw dropped open. “You have not.”
He laughed. “I promise, I have. I tried to give you my number that day at the farmer’s market. You wouldn’t take it.”
“I just… I already had Grace’s. And you weren’t even really inviting me. You said Sam, and then added me on as an afterthought.”
“You were never an afterthought. You were the only thought. I was trying to not put pressure on you. The thought of you spending time with my family, with me… it’s all I thought about for months.”
“I’m a clueless idiot,” she groaned.
“Well, not clueless anymore. I am very, very attracted to you.”
Her eyes lowered and returned hooded and filled with lust. “I can see that. I’m clean, too.”
There was a long pause as he waited for her to continue. When it was clear she wasn’t about to, he pressed.
“Your last partner?”
“I haven’t…” Her face flushed. “I mean, there hasn’t ever been a partner that… I haven’t gone all the way with someone before.”
He stared into her eyes, not able to process what she was saying without actually saying it. Holy shit. “You’re a virgin?”
She groaned and moved away from him, wrapping her arms around her legs and drawing them up into her chest. “Don’t say it like that.”
“Abby.” John moved to the end of the bed and sat back on his heels. “I’m saying it like that because it is the most precious gift and fuck, are you sure you want to do this? We don’t have to. I shouldn’t have fucking assumed.” He dropped his gaze to the lip she was worrying between her teeth. His thumb was there in an instant, gently tugging to get her to release the strawberry red flesh.
“That I sleep around?” His eyes jumped to hers, but the fear flashing through his chest at her words relaxed as he saw the smile creep across her beautiful face.
“Not like that. I just, you’re so beautiful. And funny. And the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. How on Earth hasn’t a better man found you?”
“You’re the best man I know. I want this John. Don’t stop. Don’t take this decision from me. I know you will keep me safe. I know you will cherish me. I trust that I’m safe with you. Please.”
“Of course you’re safe with me. The last thing I want to take from you is your choice, but I don’t want you to feel pressured at all. I’ll be so happy just having you in bed with me, my arms wrapped around you. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
“Good thing I want to do all the things with you, handsome. I’m ready.” Abby sat with her back against the headboard, but John waited to move as she let her legs fall apart. His mouth salivated as he watched her hand come up to pull on one of her perfect nipples as her other hand slid between her legs.
“Abby…” he growled, barely able to contain himself. “Don't touch yourself. That’s my job.”
“Mm, you better get off your knees and come stop me then.”
“I’m staying on my knees. I’m going to crawl to you and worship your body until you come so many times you think heaven is right here in this bedroom. Because that’s how it should be your first time, and every time after that.”
John made his way towards her, his hands clasping around her ankles, pulling her towards him in one smooth motion. He made his way slowly up her body, kissing every inch of skin he could get his lips on until she was a writhing, begging mess beneath him.
“John, please,” she panted.
He knew what she wanted. What she was begging for. But he wanted this time to be perfect for her. Slowly, he lowered himself between her legs, pressing into her with a restraint he had no idea he possessed.
He swallowed her cry with a kiss, dancing with her tongue as he let her body stretch around him. Jesus, she felt like heaven.
John moved, stilling immediately at Abby’s gasp. “Are you okay?”
“God, yes. John. Please.” Her hands released their hold on the blanket and wrapped around his neck.
His strokes were long and slow. John wanted to build the pleasure for her, nothing mattered more in that moment than seeing her fall apart because of his cock. Tiny beads of sweat gathered on her collarbone, and he felt heat starting to grow at the base of his spine as he thrust into her with a more fevered pace.
“John. Faster. Oh god…faster,” she moaned.
He pressed his lips to hers one last time before slamming his hips into hers, giving everything he had left in him to fuel their passion. She came without warning, his name filling the entire cabin. Pleasure erupted inside of him as his own orgasm rippled through his body as he stilled inside of her.
John smiled, taking in a beautiful, and clearly very satisfied Abby. Her eyes were still closed, a soft smile painted on her lips. He pressed a soft kiss to her temple and walked to the bathroom.
He returned, a warm washcloth in his hand. John reached between her legs and gently cleaned her skin, enjoying a soft moan of appreciation from Abby, who he could tell was slipping away into a deep sleep. As he lowered himself to the mattress next to her, realization slammed into him. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in tightly to his chest.
“I love you, Abigail Cooper.” He didn’t expect her to respond, knowing she was already lost to a world he hoped was filled with sweet dreams. His own eyes started to drift shut when he heard her whisper.
“I love you too, John.”