Chapter 8 Wren #2
I gaze into his weathered eyes. “It’s not that… well, maybe it’s that. I’ve never…”
He kisses me before I can finish my thought.
When he breaks the kiss he squeezes me closer to him.
“I don’t care about your past. Right now it’s only you and me, and I’m never going to do anything to hurt you.
” He shifts his body to where he’s right on top of me, his jean-clad hips thrusting into mine. “I’ve got you.”
I believe him.
“Okay,” I say, voice threadbare. I watch with wide eyes as he lowers his zipper. He kicks off his jeans and briefs, and holy shit. This man is bigger than anything I’ve ever seen. “There’s no way that’ll fit inside me.”
He gives me a throaty chuckle. “I promise you, sweetheart, it will.”
“Condom?” I ask him, because Liam was always very careful about not getting me pregnant.
Hale shakes his head. “I want you bare. With no protection in the way. I want your belly swollen with my child inside.”
I’m shocked. “You’re joking, right?”
He doesn’t appear to be joking if his eyes are anything to go by. He just stares at me harder. “What part of you’re mine do you not understand?”
“All of it, I guess.” I've never had a man call me his and mean it so openly before. So honestly.
“Well, then let me show you.” He presses the head of his dick against my opening. His hand is there, guiding his hard length inside me. He’s slow at first, allowing me to acclimate to his size.
I squeeze my eyes shut as he pushes in deeper. I wrap my legs around him, wanting him closer. “Oh, Hale,” I moan out long and hard. “I love this.” And I do. The feel of him. The weight. It’s all for me.
I’m the one making this man hard. I’m the one making him groan and grunt like he is.
“You feel so fucking good.” He keeps pushing, going deeper on each thrust of his hips, until the feeling of it is so intense I call his name louder. “That’s right, baby. Scream my name for me. Nobody will hear you.”
I bite my lower lip, liking the fact that we’re all alone out here. There’s nobody for miles. Nobody in our secluded little slice of the world. “Hale,” I scream once more as my body lights up. I’m so close to coming undone.
“I want to take care of you now. I want to be your daddy, baby girl.”
“My daddy?” I question him.
“Yes. It’s me who’ll take care of your every need from now on.” He slams deeper into me. “It’s me who will take care of all your needs. Every fucking one of them.” He pushes in deeper, making me see stars behind my closed lids. “Open your eyes, Wren.”
I do as he says, gazing into his deep, dark eyes. There’s so much pain hidden there, but when he stares at me it fades slightly. I want to be that for him. His safe space, because he’s definitely mine. “Daddy,” I say, testing the word out.
Something feral ignites behind his irises, and he pushes harder into me. “That’s right, baby.”
I love it. I do it again, saying, ‘daddy’ for him once more and I get the same reaction. I love that I’m making this grown ass man crumble before me. He’s nearly losing control all because of me.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he whispers. “So many years.”
I cup his cheek. “You have me.”
“Do you know how many times I wanted to touch you over the years? Make myself known.”
I smile. “You can touch me now.”
He slides a hand between our bodies, circling my clit with his fingers. “I want you to come for me.”
My body’s already so close, like a trip wire that’ll explode at any moment. “Yes, please.”
“That’s it, beg your daddy for it.”
“Please, Daddy, make me come.”
He keeps the pressure against my clit as he pounds away inside me, making my whole body set on fire. He keeps thrusting, pushing, digging deeper until I can no longer take it anymore.
I unravel.
“I’m coming,” I sing-song as he keeps a tight hold on me.
“Yes, it’s beautiful. You’re beautiful,” he grunts out, appearing like he’s hanging on by a thread. “So fucking pretty.”
My body lights up and explodes as every single cell in my body vibrates and pulses. I’ve never felt like this before. This free. This unabashedly taken care of. I want to live in it. Build a nest and never leave.
As if Hale knows, he holds onto me tighter as he bucks away on top of me, my body here for his pleasure alone.
“Daddy’s about to come, baby,” he whispers close to my ear.
My body’s nearly spent, but I keep up with him, meeting him thrust for thrust. I rake my nails down his back, smiling as I whisper, “come deep inside me, Daddy.”
This is all it takes for the rough, mountain man to empty himself completely inside me. He doesn’t stop as I milk him dry. He just keeps going, his dick coming back to life. It hardens, and pretty soon he’s full on fucking me again.
Harder. Deeper.
“I can’t get enough of this sweet pussy,” he growls out. “So fucking good.”
I hold onto him, my body burning with desire. “Keep going, Daddy.” We’re a mess, but it’s the most wonderful thing.
I don’t want the night to end. He repositions us, flipping us in one swift motion. He’s flat on his back, my riding him.
“That’s it, baby. Ride Daddy’s thick cock.”
The way he speaks to me turns me on, egging me to move along him faster. Until I no longer recognize myself. I’m riding him, my head leaning back as he grips my breasts with both of his large hands.
He rubs my nipples between his fingers, his eyes glazing over as he watches the spot where we’re joined together. “So fucking good.”
My palms land flat on his chest as I keep rocking against him, my body vibrating with need. With desire. Passion. It’s so all-consuming.
My body’s coming, and I’m floored by it. I’ve never come more than once a night. Not even when I’ve played with my toys and taken my pleasure into my own hands. Hale’s different.
He’s all man. Gruff and broody, a protector. And all mine.
He grips my hips, moving me how he wants it. “I’m coming again, sweet girl.” He empties himself inside me for a second time, and when our bodies have relaxed, he lifts me off the bed.
My legs wrap his waist as he takes me into the bathroom. He sets me down, and turns the shower on. The steam rises, and he pulls me under the hot spray of the shower with him.
He proceeds to wash my hair, my body, all of me. Reverently. Like he’s cherishing every single inch of me. I take my time as I wash him as well.
After a while he kisses me. It’s different than before. Sure, there’s still hunger beneath it but it’s layered with love and affection.
At least it is on my end. I can imagine a life here. I can imagine a forever with him. It’s scary, but when I stare into his eyes, I know I’m making the right choice.
We leave the shower, and he takes his time as he dries me off and pulls an old NAVY shirt over my head.
It smells like him. We slide under the covers, and he kisses me once more.
It’s slow and deliberate. Then he eases back to his side, pulling me with him, tucking me into the curve of his body like I was made to fit there.
We’re both breathing hard. We’re both shaking a little.
I feel his mouth at my temple, the gentlest brush, and the sound he makes isn’t a groan this time. It’s a vow.
“Sleep,” he says.
“I don’t think I can.”
“You can. I’ve got you.”
His hand settles warm and wide over my stomach. His heartbeat steadies beneath my cheek, and slowly, so slowly, mine matches it.
I close my eyes and let the dark take me, wrapped in the heat of a man I shouldn’t crave, safer than I’ve ever been.