Chapter 48
Shooter
Pain wasn’t forever, healing would come next. And I was about to show what forever was going to look like.
Her eyes wandered around, trying to piece together what was happening, but she didn’t speak a word. Her thoughts scattered around her.
My hand possessively laid in the crevice of her thigh, gripping it tight, trying to settle my own nerves and excitement.
One stop before I could take her away. Scar from the Virginia Beach chapter owed me a favor.
It’s what happens when you try to bet on your ride and then lose and then practically beg to trade for a favor.
Especially knowing that favors didn’t have a limit.
When I reached out to him, cashing in my favor if he could find a beach rental.
After a few “connections”, my favor was cashed in.
But of course, after a welcome from his president to come on through, I knew I couldn’t wait to have my girl on a beach, easing her pains away.
Street lamps lit our path until we came to a small development that had spaced out houses, giving enough privacy but enough to feel like a small community.
Also away from the business of the city.
An area where we weren’t too far from the compound but away from where I could escape when I needed to and come home to my safe place. My Amelia.
I drove up to the darkened house, a ranch style house. She pushed her door open before I had the chance to open it for her, which she would be punished for.
She stood in awe and wonderment. “Where are we, River?”
Oh, the way she said my name, I was ready to pounce on her. But I had one thing that would reassure her that her and I were a forever entity. I scooped her up in my arms, carrying her across the threshold. We stepped through as I turned on the front light, illuminating our place.
“Welcome home, peaches.” I set her down, letting her explore.
She peered into one of the open spaces, mostly designed for an entertaining room or maybe she’ll build a little library of her romance books that she tried to hide from me.
She started down the entry to the grand room that opened into the kitchen.
I thought of the kitchen for her, if she wanted to make something and risk not burning it.
“Home?”
“Our home.” I said, leaning against the door frame, illuminating the rest of the house.
“Our home? You bought us a house?” she parroted.
I nodded, nudged off the frame, placed my hands on her arms, rubbing up and down. “I told you that I’d give you the life you wanted. One that we could start on our own.”
The house was still bare, waiting for us to fill it with memories and become our place of peace.
“I just wanted you,” she said sheepishly, finding it hard to believe that someone would care this much about what she wanted. I could see her holding back tears of happiness.
“And I wanted you and I to have a place of our own, to grow into, and hopefully fill with children. And the best part, we can continue to grow, do more on this land than we could imagine. Peaches, I want you. I think I have said this time and time again.”
She licked her lips, looked into my eyes, wrapping a hand around my neck. “I don’t know what to say, sugar.”
I bent down, gripping the back of her legs, carrying her down another entry way, to our private room. The master, already filled with the basics, was just waiting to pack her things and move her in.
“Let me show you, peaches. Let me thank you for giving me a child. Let me thank you for loving me and only me. Let me show you how much I love you,” I said, as I gently laid her down on our bed. Oh, just thinking about our bed had me hard as hell.
“You already got a bed in here?” She glanced up at me as I hovered over her body.
I ghosted over her lips. “Well, I certainly wasn’t going to allow you to return to your former house after tonight.”
“Oh, allow me?” she teased.
I pressed a heated kiss on her lips, quieting her mind, taking away all the thoughts in her mind that would tell her that it was “too much” or we should have waited.
She moaned as I deepened the kiss, plunging my tongue in her mouth, getting a better taste of her.
Her legs opened wider, allowing me to settle in with her, inviting me to make good on my promise of showing how she was made for me, made to let me love her and be loved in return.
My hands skirted around the edge of her cut, slowly leaning her further into me, giving me enough room to push her cut off, tossing it on the floor. Her fingers started to explore the fabric of my sweatshirt, moaning into my mouth, almost pleading for it to come off.
We never broke apart, taking in a moment to relief, of sound peace.
Her body arched against me, wanting more.
I wanted to take things a little slower, but damn she was impatient.
As I whipped off her t-shirt, trailing down her bare skin, peppering kisses, her hands fisted in my hair like an anchor to the sea floor.
I was going to blame the surge of hormones rushing through her body as she said, “Look at you, daddy.”
A rough growl left me, nipping her skin, practically ripping off her bra as she gasped at the motion. “Careful, mama.” I warned her before latching onto her nipple, she bucked against me.
“Fuck,” she whimpered out as my mouth and tongue brought her to the edge, swirling around the sensitive bud. “I want to feel you.”
“Patience.” I pulled away, resting my chin on her chest.
Her eyes glimmered, a face full of emotions, watching me intently, relaxing for me. But with eyes transforming into need, she leaned forward causing us to sit up. She reached for my sweatshirt, pulling it over my head.
I stood on my knees, caressing her cheek. My sweet girl leaned forward, peppering kisses along the forming bruises from the fight. Gently pressing her lips on every single one of them.
“So good to me, aren’t you, mama,” I cooed as her eyes returned to my gaze. Her sinister hand glided along the fabric of my crotch, softly gripping my cock that was begging for release. As she stood up to her knees, she popped both mine and her jeans open.
“When you love someone so much, it’s not hard to be good to them,” she said, wrapping her arms around my neck, pulling me into a kiss.
I couldn’t help but push her jeans off of her, laying her down before ripping them off her in one swoop.
I stood at the edge of the bed, tossing my pants to the side.
In the warm bedroom lighting, she was a fucking goddess, basking in the warmth of a room we could call ours, and a life we would build together.
She started to tease herself along her body, massaging her breasts, skimming along her belly that would soon be showing the world the child she was carrying, and right along to the edge of her weeping pussy waiting to be loved.
I met her hand at her pussy, a finger brushing along her, feeling the wetness start dripping like a flood. “All this for me?”
“For us.” She said in a husky voice.
“Fucking made for me. Aren’t you?” I asked her, crawling back into the bed, lining up my cock to her entrance. In one slow thrust, both of us released a hard gasp and groan. She felt so fucking good, tight and wet, and ready for me.
Amelia pulled me further into her, needing to feel me, needing to feel the love that we shared. I nudged her head to the side as I kissed one of her favorite spots that would reward me with a precious, little whimper.
“Fuck, River.”
“That’s right, peaches.” I slowly started to move in and out of her, her pussy begging to be fucked senselessly. “You and me. Only you and me.”
It was a dance, meeting each other’s hips, moving in tandem like it would be the last dance we’d ever had.
But for us, we were just starting. Amelia wrapped her strong legs around me, keeping me close as I started to fuck her with every ounce of love and happiness I could give her.
Every heated kiss, every possessive touch, it was all hers.
She met with my thrusts as we rode the wave closer to an orgasm. Her pants came harder and harder, her pussy starting to grip my cock like it was ready to soak up every drop of me. My wave of pleasure boiled to the top.
“Come with me, Amelia. Show me how much you can’t live without me.” I fucked her harder into our rhythm. “Let me show you that you own every inch of this body.”
“River.”
“That’s it, peaches. Come with me, right now,” I roared as her pussy fluttered around me and her sweet, sensual sounds of pleasure echoed in our bedroom. I roared with my release, spilling into her pretty pussy, marking every inch of her.
We laid there for a moment, collecting our breaths, before I wrapped my arms around her and flipped us over.
My cock was still nestled inside her. In the quiet, there weren’t any nightmares, there weren't roadblocks scaring away her dreams. I had my woman, I had a dream we were building, and she was carrying our child that would only know of love.
“Mine,” she said, nuzzling into my chest.
“Mine,” I said, kissing her forehead, resting my hand on her belly.
Both of them were mine, forever.