Chapter 7 #2
“She did. She told me a lot of things I want to share with you,” I murmured as I untied the robe, letting it fall open. “But I would like to tell you later.”
“Later is good,” he said before I bent and kissed him.
He lifted for me, and when our lips met, his tongue slipped into my mouth.
I was rolled quickly to my back, and he came down between my parted thighs.
My lips were ravaged, and I sucked and bit, needing him there, close, wanting, as I had earlier, to claim what was mine. But we needed something first.
“Hey,” I said, breaking the kiss, having to take a couple of gulps of air before I could get any more words out. “My jeans. Go get the small jar out of the back pocket of my jeans.”
He appeared confused.
“When I was in the kitchen earlier, I thought that at some point tonight I’m going to be in bed with my husband, because if we’re under the same roof, I will be with him. Nothing will keep me away.”
The slow smile of understanding was gorgeous.
“There’s vegetable oil in my jeans, so you better go get it.”
Scrambling off the bed, he ran, and moments later I heard him in the bathroom, cursing before he banged into the wall.
“There’s other things we could—”
“No,” he yelled, and came running back to the bed and dove for me.
I started laughing, so did he, and then he passed me the small nondescript bottle with the cork stopper that I had filled with vegetable oil and stolen from the kitchen when I was alone earlier.
“You made plans.”
“I made plans,” I said with a chuckle, opening it, not caring that some of it spilled when I poured it in my hand.
The one thing that mattered was his deep, filthy moan when I took hold of his already thickening length.
I stroked him from balls to head, coating all of him, loving when he eased nearly out only to shove forward into my fist, eyes closed before his head fell back, lost in the sensations coursing through his mouthwatering frame.
“She was beautiful, your fox goddess,” he choked out the words, “but you’ve gotta know, you must know, you’re the one I want most. There is nothing and no one as beautiful as the man I love body and soul.”
I knew that. And I trusted that, which was even more important. I never second-guessed Lorne MacBain because I was the sole owner of his great heart.
“She wanted to take you with her,” I told him as I stopped stroking and lifted up, my feet on his thighs before he curled forward. “But she knew you were bound to me.”
“Which I am,” he said, his voice hoarse, his breathing ragged. He lifted one leg, then the other over his shoulders, closing the space between us as I guided the head of his cock to my entrance. “I’m gonna be so gentle.”
“Can you feel how thick this oil is?”
“Xan, you—oh,” he moaned as he pushed inside me a fraction.
“How about you trust me to tell you exactly what I want,” I whispered, hooking a hand around the side of his neck to ease him down and bring his mouth back to mine.
“What do you want?”
“All of you.”
He took possession of my lips with a grinding kiss that made me arch up against him as he pressed inside me slowly but without stopping until he was buried to his balls.
The thrust and stretch took my breath away, and I had to turn my head as the burn consumed me for a moment before he took my cock in his hand and squeezed and stroked and then groaned as we both felt the muscles in my ass clenching around him.
“You feel so good, so tight, so hot. I want to have you like this for the rest of my life.”
“I’m all yours,” I promised, whimpering as my legs slipped from his shoulders to his hands, holding me open, gripping my calves as he slid back and then drove forward, the muscles, even in such a short time, allowing him to plunge deep, and then drag almost out, before he stuffed me full again.
I was holding on to his shoulders and he was rutting inside me when he suddenly stopped, pulled free, rolled me to my hands and knees, and then rammed back inside, fisting his hand in my hair, using it like a leash to yank my head back as I lifted my ass to take the pounding he wanted to give me, the one I was begging for.
We were loud, we always were at home, and anyone who was in that outer room would know exactly what we were doing.
The thought went in and out of my head as the orgasm that was tightening my balls took every drop of my concentration.
I roared his name as I spurted over the bedcovers, my muscles tightening, not allowing for any movement but the endless pumping as he came inside me for so long that cum began rolling down the backs of my thighs.
“I can’t live without you,” he choked out. “Don’t ever leave me.”
“That’s the great sex talking,” I teased him as my thighs started shaking.
Slowly, gently, he unwound my hair from his fist but stopped before letting go of the very end. “I wish I had my phone. I need a picture of your hair wrapped in my hand.”
“You were so proper before you met me.”
“It’s true,” he concurred. “I never let myself go before you. I knew you wouldn’t judge and you’d let me have you outside in the deep grass in the middle of summer even though we both got chewed up by mosquitos.”
I started laughing.
“You let me put down my coat in the snow before the holidays, just us outside, freezing to death but still not stopping.”
“Never stopping,” I breathed out as he eased so gently, so carefully from my still clenching hole.
“My favorite was when I ordered you to ride me in that pocket of trees while the leaves fell all around us.”
“It was going to be beautiful,” I said dreamily.
He cackled, grabbing me, rolling us both over, more than once, nearly off the bed before he corrected and saved us from falling, wrapping his arms around me.
“It wasn’t going to be beautiful, it was going to be hot,” he countered.
“But we never made it out of the car. You sucked my cock until I was hard and dripping, and then you took all of it at once, fast and dirty, and had me, hands digging into my shoulders, and you came all over my uniform.”
“This sounds like you’re complaining,” I said, taking a small bite of the side of his neck. “Are you?”
“No, sir,” he assured me. “You may have me anytime, anywhere that you please. I am yours. You bring out a new and possessive side of me I had no idea was there, and things that I would be embarrassed to do with anyone else, you say saddle up.”
I was quiet a moment, and he snickered.
“I’m sorry, did you say saddle up?”
His laughter was such a good sound, so much joy there, but I was startled when I heard a loud ping.
“What was that?” I asked him.
“I have no idea.”
“Did it come from in here? Maybe the bathroom?”
“I’ll go look.”
“Not without me you’re not.”
“Listen, I used you hard, harder than I probably should have and—”
“No, you don’t apologize for great sex and giving me what I was begging for.”
He tipped his head as though in thought. “There was, in fact, an awful lot of please, Lorne, and faster, Lorne, and—”
“Can we go check the bathroom, please?” I muttered, trying to push out of his arms that I was wrapped in like a vise.
“It’s always my pleasure to do everything you want. You get that, right?”
I was going to continue to banter with him, but his voice cracked a bit, like he needed tender words from me, from my heart, not my brain.
“As it is mine,” I promised him, pressing my face into the hollow of his throat.
“I want you all the time, anytime, but just holding your hand and kissing you, bringing you lunch, and when it rained, that first week in November…when we went to Albany with Amanda and Eddie and the kids. Do you remember?”
“Of course I remember,” he said gruffly, clearly pleased, as he brushed at his eyes. “You wore your canvas sneakers, even though I told you not to, and I had to carry you on my back for three blocks.”
I was smiling, and I couldn’t stop. “That was terrible for you.”
“Yes, it was. Absolutely awful. All that hugging and kissing and breathing down the side of my neck, putting goose bumps over every square inch of my—”
There were more noises then, above us, below us, and it sounded, which was creepy, like something was running through the walls. But it couldn’t have been rats or squirrels or any kind of rodent because it sounded like whatever was moving around was wearing work boots.
“Come on.” Lorne helped me out of bed, wrapped me back up in his robe, and was surprised there was a second one hanging in the closet when he went to pull on a shirt and underwear so he wouldn’t be walking around naked.
It was nice, normal, that he was holding my hand as he led me to the bathroom.
Once we stepped through the door, we could only stare, wide-eyed, then decided to turn on the water to see if the shower from our bathroom in the cottage would work in a bathroom that until recently would have felt right at home in Versailles.
The water pressure, in a shower that should not exist in 1799, was pretty good.
“Huh,” Lorne said, shutting it off. “Is it actually our shower?”
“It does look like ours, and also, there was one robe before, and now there’s two. This seems to me like a fairly observant home. A home that listens and provides, shelters and protects.”
“It certainly does,” Lorne said, smiling. “You wanna take a shower with me?”
As though he even had to ask.