Chapter 21
Twenty-One
“ W hy are you staring at me when I probably look like a giant mess of tangled hair and drool?” Abby kept her eyes closed, but she knew she was right. She could feel him watching her as she woke up, his warm hand stroking up and down the back of her arm. Her legs wrapped over him and she realized she’d slept amazingly well.
His chest rumbled with laughter. “Good morning, beautiful. And you are beautiful. Messy hair, drool, and all.”
“Mm, morning.” Her stretch moved the blankets around, cold air hitting her toes. She let out a small gasp and pulled her legs back up towards her body.
“How did you sleep last night?”
“Great. I don’t think…” She lifted her head off his chest. “I don’t think I had a nightmare, did I?”
“Nope. No nightmare that I could tell. The forest does wonderful things for our minds, doesn’t it?”
“I don’t think it was the forest that gave me the best night of my life.” She laughed as her finger traced circles across his chest. “I hate that we’ve got to go back to civilization after tomorrow.”
“No thinking of that right now. There’s a whole amazing day ahead of us.” John leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “We’ve got to have some breakfast, and then I figured we’d tackle getting our supper.”
“Please tell me you brought some bacon. I would literally give you my firstborn child for some crispy bacon and cheesy eggs.”
“You don’t need to give that up to me, baby.”
“Why not?”
“It’s already mine.”
She furrowed her brows. “The bacon and eggs?”
“Your firstborn baby. And your second… maybe a third or fourth if we are lucky.”
“John…” Jesus. That was sexier than it should be.
“Just telling the truth, Abby. I’m ready for it all with you, whenever you get to that point, too.”
Oh, she was there. She was so fucking there that the ache spreading through her belly was a weird mixture of desire and hope. She pressed against his shoulders, rolling on top of him as he fell onto his back. Her hips rocked over his already hard cock.
“Bacon and eggs first, and then more talk about babies.”
John groaned as she sat back on her heels before getting off of the bed.
“Wait.” She grabbed his shirt and pulled it over her head, loving the way his scent wrapped around her. “What did you mean when you said we need to get our supper? Are we going into town?”
“No. I have no desire to see anyone other than you this whole weekend.” Abby smiled as she shimmied into a new pair of panties. “Remember that little creek I showed you last night?”
She nodded, stiffing a yawn. “I hardly think that raging river can be classified as a creek.”
“Well, whatever you want to call it, with the storm that went through, it’ll be primed for us. I’m going fishing, and you can watch me….what did you say last night? Work my rod? ”
“I should go for a run first. The road looked so quiet on the drive out here, I won’t have to deal with too much traffic.”
“Should?” John looked deep into her eyes, sweeping his thumb across her cheek. “Or need to?”
She thought about it for a minute. Did she? She would enjoy feeling her body moving, breathing deeply as her blood pumped through the body she was grateful for. But did she need to run?
No.
That realization had her eyes jumping to John’s.
“I don’t need to run,” she whispered. “I don’t even think I want to. I just want to be here with you.”
“That’s great, baby.” He pressed his lips to hers, teasing her skin with the tip of his tongue. “I’m so proud of you.”
“If only I could think of another way to get some cardio in before breakfast, though.” She stood next to the bed and let her eyes lazily travel along his body, stopping as she watched his cock jump in his fucking sexy as hell gray sweatpants.
“Stop licking your lips, Abby.”
“Why don’t you come over here and make—” She let out a playful scream as John jumped towards her, landing on the bed and bringing his fingers into her side. Abby laughed until her stomach hurt as he tickled her.
“I surrender… I surrender!” Her sides ached, and she sucked in a breath.
“Good to know my girl is ticklish.” John wiggled his eyebrows as he sat back on his legs. “I wonder if you’re ticklish anywhere else. Maybe right here?”
He leaned over and nipped at the sensitive space right below her ear. A shiver made its way down her spine.
“Hmm. Nope. Not ticklish there,” he whispered into her ear. “Maybe I should try here.”
His tongue traced along her collarbone as her flesh pebbled. She felt him slip his hands under her shirt, the rough pads of his fingers skimming over her skin. When he touched the skin just under her breast, her back arched off the bed, nearly begging him to touch her nipples.
“Not so ticklish, but very needy,” he crooned.
“Stop teasing.” Her words came out as a plea, and her hands returned the frantic desire as they roamed up his neck and into his hair. She pulled a handful of hair playfully and laughed as he growled. “I really want that bacon, John.”
“Come on then.” He pulled her into his arms and maneuvered them off the bed. His long strides down the hallway were torture as her legs wrapped around his waist and her hips ground against him.
“I think I just realized I was craving something else for breakfast.”
“John!” She squealed as he set her down on the counter. “We shouldn’t do anything in the kitchen!”
“Why not? I’m certainly not doing anything on the couch. Jackson and Grace apparently already christened that. So, we’ll christen the kitchen.”
“Oh my gosh, I don’t think we should…”
His hands were at the hem of her shirt, lifting it off and exposing her body before she could get out another word.
“Spread your legs for me, baby. Let daddy feast.”
“Oh god…” Her breath escaped in a panting moan as he lowered his mouth and licked down her belly. She leaned back, resting her arms on the counter as he kissed down her thigh. His hand gripped her leg and tossed it over his shoulder.
“What a good girl.”
Abby didn’t wait, bringing her other leg up onto his opposite shoulder and shuddering as John blew his breath across her sensitive flesh.
His tongue lapped up her arousal, gifting generous swirls and licks to her clit. Her legs clamped around his head and he hummed in approval, sending shivers down her entire body.
“John…”
“I know baby,” he chuckled. “I’ve got you.”
She let John work between her legs as her fingers tugged and teased her sensitive nipples. The combination had her orgasm pulled out of her at lightning speed.
When she felt steady enough, Abby pushed herself up so she was sitting at the edge of the breakfast bar. She reached her hand between John’s legs and wrapped her fingers around his cock, stroked him root to tip, before her finger traced his thick vein back down towards his body. He closed his eyes, his head tipping back as a moan of pleasure filled the kitchen.
Fuck.
She had to know from the way his eyes rolled into the back of his head and his hips jolted just how much she drove him wild.
“Jesus, baby. You need to stop doing that or I’m going to embarrass myself. Five years is a long time to go with the only touch coming from my own hand.”
She giggled, her hand changing pressure with each slow stroke of his cock. “Didn’t we reset the clock last night?”
He grabbed her wrist. “I don’t want to come in your hand, baby.”
“Then take me to the bedroom and fuck me in front of the mirror.”
She released him, jumping into his open arms. His hands grabbed her ass as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
He stumbled into the bedroom, pressing Abby against the wall where she could still have the best view of them in the mirror. Fuck, that was such a hot request.
“You’re going to be the death of me, woman.”
“Says the man with permanent jewelry that nearly gave me a heart attack last night.”
He laughed as his fingers found her swollen, sensitive bud. He gave it a few swipes until her hips were rolling with need.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned as he pressed into her.
“You okay?” His voice strained as he asked. John wanted to smile, but everything felt melted and far away. The only tangible thing was Abby and the pleasure he was pushing into her body.
“I remember why I love that piercing now. Holy fu—” His cock bottomed out in her, thrust after thrust, as his thumb worked her swollen clit.
“John…” His vision was starting to haze as she panted wildly, squeezing her walls around him.
“You’re doing so good, baby. Squeezing me like that. I mean… fuck. You feel amazing, Abby.”
She screamed as the first wave of her orgasm slammed into her. Darkness edged into the corners of his vision and his lungs burned for air as he spilled into her, roaring out her name.
John reached down and pulled his shirt over his head. He wanted to laugh at the way Abby immediately dropped her gaze to his chest, but he couldn’t lose focus. They’d been sparring through a self-defense lesson for over an hour, but he wanted her to have the skill set, to truly understand the moves she could use to get out of a dangerous situation.
“Stop looking at me like I’m your next meal, kitten.”
“But you are. You and that monstrous coc?—”
John sprang into action, lunging for Abby while watching her feet slide into the ready position to attack. Her knee promptly popped up, meeting him in his stomach. Damn. She was definitely getting more confident with the moves.
His back hit the cold ground and he heard Abby squeak out a surprised gasp.
“Oh, shit! I’m so sorry, John. Are you okay?” She rushed to his side and landed on her knees beside him. Perfect.
His arm snaked out and caught her, pulling her down on top of his chest where he had perfect access to digging into her sides. Abby let out a scream and laughed between her gasps and wiggles to get free.
“You win, you win!” she yelled.
He finally released her, pressing a kiss to her head before she was able to get up. Except, she didn’t make any move to get away. Instead, she cuddled up next to his side, right on the ground with him.
“Is there any meaning behind these?” Her voice was soft, and her light touch as she traced the designs on his chest made his skin pebble.
“On the right side, no. I liked the designs and a few buddies and I got drunk and dared each other to get tattooed.”
“This is starting to be a theme, John. Maybe you shouldn’t do dares.”
He laughed. “Trust me. Having to get pierced made me never want to make a bet again.”
“I don’t know, it’s pretty fantastic.”
He tipped his head down and captured her lips.
“I’m glad you like it.”
“And what about the tree? It’s so detailed, and the flowers around it are so beautiful.”
“Yeah, out of all my tattoos, that’s the only one I would ever get done again. I started it right after Katy was born. At first, it was just the tree and the aster flower, for the month she was born in. Then I added flowers for my mom and dad. Then my brothers. When Jackson and Grace had Jack, I added in flowers for her and the baby.”
“I’m going to cry, John. That’s so sweet.”
“I’m excited to have a honeysuckle added.”
He kept his gaze on the sky, but felt her pick her head up off his shoulder when she realized what he was saying. “For me?”
“Yeah, Abby. For you.”
“Well, now I’m really going to cry. I was trying to think of a way to get into your pants but I’m afraid you’ve been so sweet I can’t think of anything witty or sexy to say right now.”
John laughed. “We just got done sparring with each other, we’re on the dirty, cold ground, and you still want to get in my pants?”
“I mean, it’s your fault for sexing me so good that I can’t think of anything else!”
He got to his feet, and reached out to pull Abby up. “How about I sex you real good in the shower for being such a star pupil?”
“Yes, please!” She took off running towards the cabin, her shirt falling into the grass, followed by her bra on the porch. Every ounce of restraint left his body as he bolted after her.