Chapter 7
I glanced at my tablet, laying the background of trees and leaves, then got to working on the wood cutting block that was slightly to my right.
I had been asked to do some mountain man art, and I couldn’t help but think of the irony in this. They had painted a scene or two, and yet, this was far better.
Because watching him, I could get the proper look of the ax as it fell from his hand to the wood.
I could get the way his muscles twisted with each movement.
I could capture the look on his face, that wasn’t sexy, but it only added to the scene.
And all while doing it topless, well, yeah, sexy was what it became.
I licked my lips as I worked on his torso, my breath catching, remembering how he said that he wanted to do some of the pictures that I had drawn.
I didn’t think about it then, but I do now. So, trying to work on this piece with thoughts like that rolling through my mind was not fun.
Because every few minutes, I was shifting to try to ease the ache in between my legs.
Screw it, I think I was telling this man that I was ready for him. I just had to be. Because I was dying.
“You okay over there?”
I jumped as I heard him walking this way. I looked up at him, my jaw going slack at how amazingly gorgeous he looked. He was glistening with sweat, his arms were loaded with wood since I said I wanted a fire, and he was every inch a man.
“Yup, good,” I squeaked out. I did not want to get caught gawking, but that’s exactly what I was doing.
He grinned as he strolled past me, almost as if he knew I wasn’t telling him the truth. And I couldn’t say I blamed him.
I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, taking a few deep breaths to cure my crazy hormones.
Where the hell did that even come from? Because, honestly, I wasn’t that way with men. Like, sure, I wasn’t a virgin, not at my age, but damn, I really couldn’t recall when a man had me so twisted that I could dream of him like this and want him so fiercely.
“Damn, that’s very life-like.”
I snapped my eyes open and jumped, spinning around in the chair to look at him.
He grinned as he stood over me, his arms resting by his sides.
“Thank you.”
“This is what you were doing this morning?”
“Yes. I had a request for some mountain men art and although I don’t want to share you, you make a really good model.”
He kept looking at the picture then squatted down behind me, his hands resting on my shoulders and I felt every chill race over my body.
“Do you think the fans would love it?”
“Duh! Hello Christian, you look hot, trust me, everyone is going to want a piece of you.” I looked at the picture, making note of a few tweaks I needed to do. “You’re going to be a fan favorite; I just know it.”
“Will it make you a lot of money?”
I looked back at him, tilting my head slightly.
“Yeah, I guess. Why do you ask?”
“Because that’s all I care about. If you’re going to show me off, it better be for a good cause. I have no doubt that all those little horny readers and writers are going to want a piece. They just need to know I’m claiming and they’ll need a ton of luck taking me away from you.”
He leaned up, kissed the tip of my nose, and then left me to gawk after him, but I was also swooning, however, I wasn’t done with him.
“Wait,” she hollered, and I couldn’t help but grin. I didn’t mean to tease her, but after seeing that picture, knowing that others would love it, just made me want to show her that I was hers. That she could draw me all she wanted, could make everyone else jealous, but I was still hers.
And now, she was chasing me while I went to put my stuff away.
It was so cute.
“Yes?” I called, lifting the ax and walking back to my shed. I sat it down and she followed me in, only pausing to look around a moment before turning her attention back to me.
“Why did you say you were claimed?”
“Well, aren’t I? I mean, we are together, are we not?”
She opened her mouth to protest and I lifted a brow at her, waiting for her to say anything. Instead, she snapped it shut and crossed her arms over her chest.
“Okay, yes, we are. And I get it, they don’t need to know that, though.”
“Don’t they? I won’t get a stalker, will I? Someone who said they saw me and thought they could keep me?”
She growled at the image, finally stepping up to me and poking my chest.
“No one is allowed to do that, just me. You are mine and I am yours.”
“Good answer,” I told her, not letting the words register before I had my arms around her, lifting her up, and my lips on hers, taking away what little breath I could.
She was fire under my touch and I loved it.
I wanted more of it.
I was about ready to beg her to be ready for me, because I was at my wits end.
Not that I didn’t love holding her, or feeling her next to me, I did. But I was also longing, desperately, to feel her fall apart under me, to sink onto me, to love me like I knew only she could.
I held onto her as I made my way out of the shed and to the house, loving how she clung to me as if I would ever drop her.
“The house?”
“Yes,” I told her, walking up my porch.
“You could have ravished me in there. In fact, I’d pay a writer to do a scene like that.”
“Oh, no worries, Janelle, I will, just not today. Today, I’m going to lay you before the fire that you wanted and I’m going to make sure you get some much-needed pleasure.”
“What do you mean?” she asked but instead of responding, I just smirked, laying her down on the carpet.
“I want to feel you on my fingers, then taste you over and over again.”
“Oh, dear god,” she moaned, her legs falling open of their own accord. I ran my hand over her hip, her thigh, and then over her pussy. “Yes,” she whimpered and I moved her panties aside, glad her shorts were loose, and then I slid a finger into her.
“You’re so wet, so ready, so wanton for me, aren’t you? Your pussy wants more than just my finger. It wants my cock, filling it, breaking it, making it long for just my dick.”
“Yes, yes, to all of the above.”
“You want to come? Want my fingers to push you over the edge? To make you gush all over my hand? I told you that you were a good girl, that you followed directions so well.”
“Oh shit, keep talking, keep pumping, just keep doing it.”
She dug her nails into my arm, as if that would ground her. I grinned, watching her face. Her eyes were closed, her lips were pouted, and her cheeks were that wonderful shade of pink I adored.
“So close, I can feel it. Your pussy keeps clenching my fingers, your clit is so stimulated, so in need. Such a needy little girl it is.”
“Oh fuck,” she cried out, her pleasure coating my hand.
Her eyes slowly opened and I put my fingers in my mouth, licking them clean.
“Damn, what a delicious meal.”
“Christian?”
“Yeah?”
“I think I’m ready to have you fuck me.”
Music to my damn ears! And I had the perfect plan.