Chapter 29 #3
I push back against his fingers, silently demanding more, and he gives me exactly what I want, my hips jolting with the sudden burst of electrifying pleasure.
My walls clench around his thick cock, and I take him harder as everything tightens deep inside me, building rapidly and threatening to detonate.
“Oh, God. Stone,” I say against his skin when his other hand curls around the base of my throat and brings my lips right back to his, the two of us so completely in sync, like two hearts beating as one.
“This is where your lips belong, Menace. Now give me what I want.”
I kiss him deeply as I ride that thick cock, taking everything I need, and as my sensitive clit rolls over his pelvis, I’m pushed closer and closer to the edge until I can’t possibly hold back a second longer.
I detonate, every piece of me shattering like glass as my walls convulse around him, squeezing so damn tight that his cock jerks within me. “Fuck, Riley,” he groans low as I sit up and throw my head back, the overwhelming pleasure pulsing through my body and claiming every inch of me.
“Yes!”
God, it’s incredible, and when I become paralyzed by my own intense pleasure, he takes over, grasping my hips and thrusting into me, keeping my high building to impossible heights until he’s right there with me, coming hard and spilling his hot load deep inside me.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” I cry out, my fingers finding his on my hip and clutching them with everything I have as I struggle to catch my breath.
My high begins crashing back down, and I fall back to him, barely catching myself before I hurt him, and locking my lips onto his once again, never wanting to move from this bed ever again.
That was everything. The connection. His touch. His lips. His soul bared to mine. How could he think that I would ever leave him and go back to my bullshit world with Pulse Media? There’s no way in hell, not when I have this right here.
My body grows heavy against his, and I reluctantly roll off him, being careful not to squish any of his broken bones beneath my weight.
“Did I hurt you?” I ask, curling back into his side.
“You couldn’t hurt me even if you tried.”
I grin against his skin and press a kiss to his chest. “You need to rest.”
“Not gonna happen, Menace, but I’ll lie here with you while you do.”
I roll my eyes, but I can’t deny how good that sounds. To just lie here in a bed with this man, not a care in the world. I didn’t think it was possible.
My eyes start to grow heavy when movement in the bedroom doorway catches my eye, and I snap up to find an older man hovering, his gaze sailing over both of us, not impressed in the least. My sudden shift has Stone instantly on alert, and he throws himself to his feet, his body blocking me from view, but I recognize the stiffness in his shoulders.
He’s ready to attack, if it comes to it.
“Get dressed,” the man says. “It’s time to talk.” And with that, he walks away, taking himself straight out the back door to wait by the Charger.
“What the fuck was that?” I murmur to Stone as he grabs the plaid shirt and tosses it toward me.
“I don’t know, but I intend to find out,” he says, before offering me his hand and helping me from the bed.
He checks over me, making sure I’m decent enough for whatever the fuck this is, though unbeknownst to him, his warm cum is currently spreading between my thighs.
But sure, if he considers this decent, then decent it is.
“Come on,” he says a moment later, leading me out to the porch, unease resting heavily between his shoulders.
Stone stands in front of me, not trusting this man one bit, and I settle in close, keeping myself where Stone is comfortable, while also positioned well enough to see exactly what’s going on.
The old man must be well into his seventies, old enough to have seen enough shit in his lifetime, and he just stands there, judgment thick in his eyes as he tries to work out exactly what to do with us.
He crosses his arms over his chest, deep in thought, before finally coming to some sort of decision.
“Stone Blackthorne and Aria Ashford, I take it?”
Stone doesn’t respond, clearly not enjoying this line of questioning.
“Hmmm. That’s what I thought,” the old man says. “You can stay on one condition.”
Stone waits just a moment, his silence filling me with a deep anxiety, making my hands twitch at my sides, but he’s not about to rush into this. He’s too cautious. Too careful. And he won’t be putting us in harm’s way anytime soon. “And what’s that?”
“You don’t bring your shit into my town, and in return, you’ll work my farm. I’m getting on in age, and my back’s not what it used to be.”
I suck in a breath, my hand bracing against Stone’s back as though he could somehow hear my thoughts through nothing but touch, and I find myself inching forward and raising my chin. “Why would you offer us that?” I ask, my heart pounding loudly in my ears.
“Because everybody deserves a chance,” he says, his gaze shifting back to Stone. “You’re not the first to come through this town searching for redemption, and you won’t be the last. I was in your position when I first came to Cedar Falls. It’s time to repay the favor.”
Stone nods. “Nobody can know we’re here.”
“It’s a small town. Nobody gives a shit that you’re here,” he says. “You play your part. You keep trouble away from our town, and you’ll be welcomed with open arms.”
Stone glances at me, unease in his eyes, not sure whether he should trust this man, or if he’s just another asshole trying to cash in on that bounty. “The town Sheriff?” Stone prompts.
The old man fixes Stone with a pointed stare, his chin raising just a fraction. “I am the town Sheriff, son.”
“We’ll stay,” I say, stepping out from behind Stone and offering the man a smile. “Thank you for your hospitality. I know it couldn’t have been an easy decision to trust a perfect stranger like that, and we appreciate you taking a chance on us. We won’t let you down.”
He watches me through a curious stare before finally nodding, deciding that I’m not full of shit. “I know. 7 a.m. Every morning. You’ll both put in a hard day’s work, and in return, we will feed you, and this cottage will be yours. You can fix it up to your liking.”
“Thank you,” I say, cutting in before Stone gets a chance. “I’ll take the first few shifts. Stone’s too hurt. He needs proper medical care and time to rest.”
“I’m fine,” Stone says, not daring to show a shred of weakness in front of this man. “I’ll be ready to go first thing in the morning.”
The old man nods. “See to it that you are.”
Fuck. So much for Stone getting better.
“The name’s Ray,” he says a moment later, reaching out to offer his hand to Stone. “Barbara’s my wife.”
Stone takes Ray’s hand and gives a firm shake. “Stone,” he responds before nodding toward me. “And Riley.”
“Riley?” he questions, his brow arching as he reconsiders if we’re as trustworthy as he originally declared, or if we’re harboring the kind of secrets that would burn his whole town to ash. “Not Aria?”
“It’s a long story.”
“Good,” he grunts, clearly a man of very few words.
“Barbara loves a good story, and she has nothing but time. She’s expecting you both for dinner at seven.
We’ll bring down some clean linen, a change of clothes, and something so you can start cleaning this mess up.
Oh,” he adds. “Barbara can’t cook to save her life, but I expect you to be grateful either way.
Show your gratitude, show kindness, and a willingness to put your best foot forward, and we will always remain in your corner.
But step outside and bring pain to what I hold dear, and you will find yourselves out on your own faster than that bullet you caught in the chest.”
We nod, more than willing to do whatever it is we need to do to earn his trust, and with that, Ray turns on his heel and walks away, leaving me staring up at Stone, my jaw hanging open. “What the fuck just happened?”