7. Leesa
7
LEESA
I wake up with a start when I hear the front door open. I pull the fabric door closed on the fort and peek through just in case it’s not Rhodes.
But it is and he’s carrying…
A gun?
I’m not opposed to guns, especially at the moment, and with his training it’s almost a blessing, but I don’t want Jazzy to see it.
I climb out of the fort.
“Everything okay?” I ask, standing up and closing the fort entrance. It was nice and warm and comfy in there. He did a good job.
He shakes off a dusting of snow on his shoulders.
“I got a call from Shane.”
“And?” her voice is soft and almost a whisper.
“There’s a security system and he’s going to review it and then call the sheriff, but there’s another problem?”
“Oh, God, what now?”
He steps close, lowering his already deep voice. “Hey, it’s okay.”
I calm myself. Maybe I am as dramatic as my sisters.
No, I’ve just been conditioned to react by Creepy Cary.
“Okay, and we need a gun for?”
“When I was on the front porch, I heard rustling in the trees. I don’t know what it was, my flashlight died, but it sounded big.” He holds up the gun. “Tranquillizer gun for animals, but it’s equally as effective on humans.”
“It won’t kill anyone?”
He sighs. “I can’t promise, but if it comes down to you and Jazzy versus whatever is out there—I want you to understand that there’s no choice. I will protect you.”
I move in close, my breath brushing his face. “I don’t know what I would do, if you weren’t here.”
He places the holster strap over his shoulder and to his back. “I’m happy that you’re here, Leesa.”
“Now?”
He chuckles and I stop the sound by pressing my lips to his. It’s not smart. When you get emotionally involved, it’s hard to keep a clear mind, but at this moment, I can’t help myself. His lips feel like coming home to a different kind of hope.
A different choice.
His tongue darts out to tease the split of my lips and I open and as soon as our tongues start tumbling, I taste…
Chocolate.
I pull back giggling and trying to hold in an all-out laugh.
“How many chocolate chip cookies have you had?”
He chuckles softly. “A lot, but it’ll never be enough, Leesa.”
I stop giggling. “How can this be happening?”
“What?”
“Us. I feel comfortable with you and like there’s a reason you’re here.”
“Well, honestly, I don’t think us both being here is a coincidence.”
My brain doesn’t compute and then it hits me. “Oh, God, Shane. You think this is a set-up?”
He doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t have to.
Maybe I was trying to move on too fast. Maybe I seem desperate. And maybe I’ve misread the room.
My romance radar is off.
“Oh God, I’m so sorry, Rhodes.” I step back. “I’m sorry that he put you in this position. I… I don’t want to insinuate that you feel like I?—”
Rhodes
I claim her mouth with mine. She doesn’t have to insinuate anything. She needs to know. Even if Shane set this up, I’m interested.
Fuck… I’m more than interested. I’m all in, baby.
Our lips caress each other’s in a dance that I’ve never experienced with any other woman. Her lips move to my ear and nibble softly, sending shivers down my spine. This is dangerous, reckless even, but in this moment, I don’t care. Leesa pulls back slightly, her eyes searching mine for any sign of hesitation. But all she finds is a fiery desire matching hers.
Without a word, she takes my hand and leads me to the nearest bedroom, the air crackling with anticipation. All doors and windows are locked and with my brother probably watching the outside like a hawk, I don’t feel any immediate danger.
As we stand in the dimly lit room, she leans in close, her breath warm against my ear.
“Are you sure about this?” she whispers.
I brush a stray lock of hair behind her ear, my fingers lingering on her cheek. “I've never been surer of anything in my life,” I reply hoarsely, emotions tangling in my throat.
And with that unspoken agreement hanging between us, all doubts and fears melt away. Our connection is undeniable, our passion uncontainable.
In the moment, as our bodies come together in a tangle of limbs and yearning, I know that whatever happens next in this chaotic world we’ve been thrust into, I need this woman. In each other’s arms, we can find solace and strength to confront whatever challenges lie ahead.
I’ve found an anchor in the storm, a light in the darkness, and a reason to keep fighting and I hope to be the same for her. Deep in my heart I know that no matter what trials may come our way, I’ll face them unyielding and unstoppable.
Leesa
My breath hitches as he traces a finger down my arm, goosebumps following in the delicate wake. I look into his darkening eyes, losing myself in their depths. He leans in, his warm breath fanning across my face, and I close my eyes, anticipation building inside me.
His lips brush against mine, soft and gentle at first, but quickly growing more insistent, more demanding. I respond eagerly, my arms wrapping around his neck as I pull him closer. His hands trail down my back, lingering on the curve of my waist before grabbing hold of my hips and pulling me flush against him.
His desire presses against me, and I gasp as he walks me backwards towards the bed. He lays me down gently, his body covering mine as he continues to kiss me. His hands explore my body, learning every curve and hollow, as if I am a map and he is determined to memorize every detail.
His fingers trace the outline of my neck, then dart lower, tracing the line of my collarbone gently, making me shiver. I can feel his breath on my skin as he moves lower still, and the anticipation is almost more than I can bear. My heart races in my chest, a rhythm that matches the pounding of his as he continues to explore me with tenderness and purpose.
He reaches for the edge of my shirt and slides it up, revealing the sensitive skin of my stomach. His touch is feather light, teasing me as he traces around my navel, moving lower still. The heat from his body radiates through me as he continues to explore every inch of my skin. When his fingers finally dip below my waistband, I gasp— a ragged sound that seems to spur him on even more.
His fingers brush against my clit and teasing the entrance to my body briefly, causing a wave of desire to wash over me.
I arch my back, pushing myself closer to him, needing more, wanting him to feel how much I want him. He responds to my movement, his fingers sliding deep inside me, causing me to moan softly. His lips move from my mouth, trailing kisses along my jawline, down my neck, and across my collarbone. Every touch sets off a firework show inside me, each kiss heightening the pleasure coursing through me.
He reaches the delicate skin of my chest and gently kisses each curve he discovers. A wave of heat rushes through me as he continues his exploration, his tongue tracing intricate patterns on my skin. My hands grip his hair, keeping him close to me as I lose myself in the sensation of his touch.
He moves lower still, sliding between my legs and slowly unbuttoning my jeans. He slides them down, along with my panties, revealing myself fully to him. The air is cool against my skin as he removes the last barrier between us. I shiver in anticipation, my heart pounding in my chest as he looks at me with a mix of hunger and adoration.
He leans down, tentatively touching his lips to the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. A jolt of pleasure courses through me, and I arch my back, urging him closer. He responds to my invitation, tracing kisses from my thigh up to my abdomen, across my hips, and finally to my apex of desire.
His touch is gentle as he explores me further, his fingers brushing against me in an almost teasing manner. The volcano of tension builds inside me, the desire coiling like a serpent in my belly. I need him and need this connection with him more than I’ve ever needed anything in my life.
I gasp at the bombardment of sensations— a mixture of pleasure and intensity that leaves me breathless. He moves his hands slowly, expertly exploring the depths of me, as if he's trying to find something hidden deep within my soul. And with each touch, each stroke, I feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge.
A new beginning for me…
His lips move from my thigh to my hip, then lower still, tracing kisses across my skin as he explores every inch of me. I close my eyes, lost in the sensation of his touch, feeling the power of his desire pressed against my leg. The air is thick with need, a heady mixture of lust and need that intoxicates me and makes my heart beat faster.
He stops at my inner thigh again, and his breath sizzles my skin, warm, gentle, and filled with anticipation. His hand moves away from me for a moment, and I hear the rustle of a package being opened. My heart races even faster, and my breath hitches as I anticipate what Rhodes is about to do.
He moves over me, reaching between us, his touch gentle as he guides himself inside me. I gasp at the fullness, my body adjusting to his presence deep within me.
“Jesus, you’re huge.”
His smile is my reward. “And you are fucking tight.”
“Give me a second… it’s been a while.”
“Then this is gonna be good.” His lips slide against mine. “For both of us.”
I find it hard to believe that it’s been anything close to the three years it’s been for me, but maybe that’s just another way that we’re made for each other. We couldn’t find the right one, or were with the wrong one in my case, and so waiting seemed smarter than a meaningless release.
I give him the nod and he begins to move, slowly at first, then picking up speed as his desires match mine. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure through me, and I meet his movements eagerly, my hands gripping his back as I pull him closer to me.
The air fills with the sounds of our passion.
Ragged breaths.
The slap of skin against skin.
And the soft cries of pleasure that escape our lips.
I arch my back, drawing him deeper into my body with each movement, wanting to feel every inch of him inside me. There’s a fine line between pleasure and pain, and his cock is big enough to make me feel a touch of both.
And I’m alive.
His lips move from my lips to my neck, where he kisses and nips gently, causing a flurry of vibrations to course through me. I moan softly, caught up in the intense pleasure of his touch and the enjoying him deep within me. He responds to my sounds of pleasure, increasing his pace and sending me higher still.
The tension in my body builds, a coiled snake waiting for the perfect moment to strike. The growing pleasure courses through me like electricity, each touch from him bringing me closer to the edge. Building, building inside me, building a wave of desire that threatens to consume me whole.
He senses it too, his movements growing more insistent as he longs to push me over the edge. His lips move from my neck back to my mouth, where he kisses me deeply, our tongues dancing together in a rhythm that matches the frantic pounding of our hearts.
“Fuck… Rhodes, yes… oh, God, yes!”
I hit the moment when everything comes together, when the tension within me reaches its peak and releases its hold on me. A wave of pleasure washes over me, intense and all-consuming, as I cry out his name in the heights of ecstasy. He responds to my cry, his movements growing even more urgent as he pushes himself deeper inside me, driving me higher still.
The intensity grows, a firework show exploding inside me as wave after wave of pleasure courses through me. I cling to him tightly, my nails digging into his back as I ride the crest of the wave, my body trembling with the force of my climax.
He groans softly, his pace faltering slightly as he senses the waves of pleasure that are washing over me. My pussy pulses around his hot cock. His movements become more erratic, his breaths coming in short gasps as he fights to control himself and hold back his own release.
But it’s not long before the tension within him becomes too much to bear. He cries out my name, a sound filled with raw desire and passion, as he pushes himself deeper inside me, his body trembling with the force of his own release. Our bodies move together in perfect syncopation, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through us both.
After a few lingering thrusts, he collapses onto me, his weight crushing me gently against the bed, our bodies still connected in a deep and meaningful way. He removes the condom and we lay there for what feels like hours, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking and the intense emotions that we’ve shared.
His hands trace gentle patterns on my skin, as if he can’t bear to be apart from me even for a moment. I run my fingers through his hair, cherishing the warmth of his body against mine and the feeling of his heart beating steadily against my own.
“That was amazing, Rhodes. Never ever have I come like that.”
“It was pretty fuckin’ special.”
“You owe a dollar to the jar.”
“It’ll be our secret.”
Having a secret with him, means more than ten years of being married to Cary.
As we lay there, surrounded by the breathless silence of our bliss, the bond between us grows stronger with every passing moment. This moment has transcended physical boundaries and become something deeper.
Something that wipes away the past and brings in the future.