Chapter 7
Malachi
Fuck, fuck, fuck. How was this happening?
I kissed my Gracie, my soul… my Wildflower.
When she’d begged me to touch her, I’d almost exploded right there and then.
I wanted so badly to explore her delectable body and sink into her sweet heat, but this was Gracie.
She’d been through so much and had only had a small taste of freedom.
We needed to take things slow; I would never hurt her or do things she wasn’t ready for.
It warmed my soul to watch her little freak out. It reminded me of the girl I’d once known. Stubborn, fierce and brave, but only with me—which is why she’d been my Wildflower. No one else got to see that side of her. I was so glad she still had it in her.
The abuse and ridicule her family put her through every day slowly closed off that part of her.
Even more so, when they kicked Alexandra out.
Gracie hadn’t understood why; she’d only been fourteen, and I hadn’t had the heart to tell her it had been my father’s stipulation for her family to keep their standing in the church.
For reasons like this, I was glad I’d never had a sister.
Our church and homes treated women as objects, status symbols, and lesser in every way.
As I wrapped my arms around her and felt her relax against me, my arousal returned, along with my heart trying to beat out of my chest. She was so beautiful, so perfect.
She was everything I ever wanted, and I cursed my family, hers and Cain, that we’d never had the chance to find out what we could have been.
But now that we’d found each other again, I was never letting her go.
I created space between us, softening my grip, and then gazed into her exquisite green eyes. “So, we explore this thing between us together, right?” I asked, needing her to understand she would always have a say in anything and everything that had to do with us.
Her shy smile and sweet blush just magnified her beauty and highlighted the cute as fuck freckles over her nose and cheeks. I couldn’t stop myself from reaching out and running my finger over them. “You’re so beautiful,” I drawled.
“So are you. You’ve grown up so much. If I hadn’t known you so well, I don’t think I would have recognized you.
” She beamed at me, her eyes sparkling with humor.
“So, what does exploring this thing mean exactly?” Her fingers traced the edge of my shirt and danced along the top of my belt as she moved her body closer to mine.
Holy shit! This woman was going to be the death of me.
“Ah…it c-can mean whatever you want it to mean,” I panted, biting my lip to keep myself in control. What she did to me, all the times I dreamed about her touching me. All the times I’d hoped I would get to see her again were nothing compared to having her in front of me right now.
She’d become a complete paradox.
Shy and sweet one moment. Bold, almost sassy and forward the next. She was nothing like the sweet, withdrawn, innocent teen I’d left behind.
I was trying hard to merge all my conflicting emotions while trying to resist her teasing touches, which was making my head spin. “Gracie, you need to stop.”
“What if I don’t want to?” Her words tickled my skin as she kissed my neck and nuzzled at the edge of my collar.
“Ah, fuck, Wildflower!” I gripped the back of her head, enjoying her lips on me. My other hand ran down her slight frame to cup her pert ass and pulled her against me. She was so delicate; I worried I’d hurt her if I were too rough. “You’re making this hard, Wildflower. We should stop.”
“That’s not all that’s hard,” she muttered, moving to run her hand teasingly over the erection trapped in my jeans.
“Oh, shit.” I was panting. It all felt so good. Not enough and too much at the same time. “I’m close,” I breathed. This was getting embarrassing. If she kept this up, I was going to come in my pants.
“Let me help you.” This seductive, bold side of her was something I never could have dreamed of. She moved her hand to my buckle and slowly pulled the leather through the loops. “Will you let me taste you?”
“Oh, my God!” My eyes rolled back. I was on fire—desire and passion, threatening to consume me.
Her words, her touch, her scent, all had me on edge, and the visual she painted had my resolve snapping.
“Fuck, sweetheart.” I gripped her waist and lifted her.
She wrapped her legs around my back and rocked against me.
I carried her away from the door and around the side of the building to ensure we wouldn’t be seen.
As I pushed her against the brickwork, I lowered one of her legs so I could reach under the midi skirt she was wearing and run my fingers over her panties.
She was soaked. “You’re so wet for me. Are you sure, Gracie?
Once I touch you, I won’t be able to hold back. ”
“Please, Kai, touch me. I need it to be you.” Her words were the greatest form of consent I’d ever heard.
The need and desire lacing her voice sent me higher.
I moved her panties aside and rubbed my thumb over her clit.
She bucked against my touch, letting out the hottest moan as she whimpered my name.
“K-Kai!” She squirmed against my hand, arching her back. “It feels too good.”
I leaned forward, kissing and nipping at her neck, breathing her in as I moved my hand to tease her folds. “You want me to finger-fuck your sweet pussy until you’re coming on my hand?” I growled, overwhelmed by pleasure.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned so prettily.
“That’s it, darlin’, don’t hold back. Scream for me.
” I slipped a finger into her tight heat, relishing the way she felt around me, so hot and tight.
I carefully added a second finger and thrust them in and out, circling her clit with my thumb each time I plunged in.
Her breath was coming in steady pants as her chest and neck began to flush red.
“Oh my gosh. Kai!” Gracie cried as she fell apart and her pussy strangled my fingers. I was so fuckin’ turned on—feeling and seeing her come undone—that my body reacted.
“Holy shit! Fuck, Wildflower!” I rocked against her as my cock erupted in my underwear. “Oh, my God.” I panted, rubbing her through her orgasm and rocking against her as I rested my head against her chest, and breathed her in.
We stayed like that for a beat, my fingers still inside her as we each came down from our highs.
Slowly removing my fingers, I held her gaze as I brought them to my mouth to lick them clean.
Tart sweetness exploded over my tongue, making me groan and my spent cock try to rally.
Her pupils nearly eclipsed her irises, and her eyes blazed as she watched me.
I fixed her panties and lowered her legs to the ground, ensuring she was steady before moving to undo my belt. If I didn’t clean up and throw these boxers away, I’d be sporting a wet spot and stain. I was the DD and couldn’t just run home to change.
As I pulled my belt through the loops and dropped it on the ground, Gracie snapped out of her stupor and stepped forward. “Let me,” she stated. “I want to touch you, too.”
My gut twisted a little in embarrassment as I stepped back. “No need. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced, and you may have made me come in my pants.” I felt my cheeks heat at voicing that truth.
“Really?!” She seemed surprised in a way I didn’t like. Did she not see how gorgeous and sexy she was? Quickly undoing my button and fly, I pulled the fabric away from the mess I’d made before reaching out and kissing her lightly on the lips.
“Are you kidding? You are stunning. To have you in my arms, to get to touch you—it was more than I ever dreamed I’d get to experience.
You have no idea the power you hold over me.
” I whispered the last part, almost like a confession.
“Now, I need to clean up, or I’ll be sporting a stain and never hear the end of it from the guys. ”
I stepped back, toeing off my boots and quickly pulling my pants off. I set them down on top of my boots to avoid any additional messes from having them on the ground.
Gracie’s gasp froze me in place. “Oh, Kai.”
Shit, I’d completely forgotten about my leg. Most people already knew; I didn’t hide it or even think about it much anymore. It had been cold lately, so it hadn’t been visible with all the jeans and track pants I’d been wearing.
“I’m okay,” I promised.
“What happened?” she asked, her kind eyes shining with compassion. “Wait, don’t answer that. Are you okay?”
“I’m recovering. I forget about it most of the time. It’s definitely a big change from the boy you used to know.” I smiled, aiming for levity.
“You’ve always been so strong, and this just proves what I’ve always known.
You’re incredible.” She moved forward, wrapped her arms around me and kissed me senseless.
Her chilly hands teased over my back and down to my ass, gripping tightly.
She was wrong; she was the incredible one.
Always leading with kindness and care. I couldn’t be more thankful for her reappearance in my life.
The sound of the back door banging open and hitting the dumpster made us both jump, and I reacted, crowding her back against the wall and shielding her with my body to stay out of sight.
“Radar. Ohhh, Radar. Where you at?” Oakley’s intoxicated voice rang out, and I groaned.
“I’m so sorry,” I muttered into Gracie’s ear, as Oakley loudly and obnoxiously came down the steps and right to where we were hiding. He’d hooked up a time or two out here and knew exactly where to hide.
“Well, well, well. Our old sage is finally getting some action,” he singsonged as he tried to look around me and get a glimpse of Gracie, who was huddling against my chest, giggling.
“Fuck off, Annie!” I spat over my shoulder. “I’ll be in in a minute.”
Oakley harrumphed. “Aren’t you gonna share? Who’s the divine being that managed to have you breaking the rules? They must be someone special.” He waggled his eyebrows at us.
Gracie tried to push me back a little, but I held firm. I glanced down at her. “What are you doing?”
“It’s fine, Kai. I’m not the one without pants on,” she teased, but she had a point.
“Fuck,” I spat. “He’s drunk, so please don’t take anything he says seriously.” I stepped off to the side and Gracie ran her hands down her shirt and skirt before turning to Oakley.
“Hi, I’m Grace,” she said in her soft voice. “And you are Annie?” she added with a chuckle.
“At your service, ma’am, but you can call me Oak or Daddy, if you’re so inclined.” Oakley waggled his eyebrows as he took Gracie’s hand and kissed the back of it.
Fire burned in my gut at the gesture, even though I knew he was harmless. “Oak, shut it!” I snapped as I made quick work of dropping my briefs, cleaning up and pulling my pants and boots back on.
“Ooh, ho! There’s a full moon tonight!” Oak cackled. “Shield your eyes, miss. You might go blind.” He continued to laugh, as if he thought he was the funniest guy around.
Once I was dressed, I pulled Gracie away from Oak and into my side. As I wrapped my arm around her waist, I took pleasure in her presence beside me, exactly where she was meant to be. “Why are you here?”
“It’s fuckin’ cake time, man. We need you. Hop to.” And with that, he left as quickly and loudly as he’d crashed in.
“He’s…interesting,” Gracie spoke hesitantly, and I couldn’t help the bark of laughter that escaped.
“You have no idea.” But I smiled because it was funny when someone new met the whirlwind that was our Annie Oakley. “He’s one of a kind.” I rolled my lower lip between my teeth. I needed one more thing from her right now. “So, think you can give me your number?”
Her musical laugh followed us inside and back to reality.