Chapter 11 #2
Waving goodbye, I keep Verity close as I walk her across the street and into the house. I feel her relax the moment the door closes behind us, shutting the world outside.
“Where are we, amore mio?” I ask, turning her to face me.
“What?” she questions, her nose wrinkling adorably.
“Where are we?” I ask again.
“We’re in your—”
Clearing my throat, I interrupt her. “Where are we, Verity?”
“Home,” she whispers.
“Whose home?”
“Our home,” she answers, so quietly I barely hear her.
“Whose home?”
“Our home,” she says, a little louder.
“Our home,” I repeat, dipping my head and pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “Go sit down. I’ll get us drinks and some snacks.”
“I can…” she starts, trailing off, when she spots my expression. “I’ll go and sit down.”
“Thank you, amore mio,” I praise.
Watching her close her bedroom door behind her is a lesson in fucking patience, but unlike her first night here when she barricaded herself in her room, I know she’s not scared of me now and that she wants me at least a little.
I don’t think she has any clue about the ferocity of my feelings for her, but that’s okay. She’ll learn, and when she’s ready, she’ll come to me. I meant what I said. It might kill me, but I’ll wait as long as it takes for her to be truly mine.
Scaring her away is my biggest fear, so if she needs time to understand that I’m all in, I’m willing to give her as long as it takes. Because the moment she truly gives herself to me, there’s no going back for either of us.
Today was my last day off; I have to report to base at seven a.m. in the morning, and I won’t be home again for four days.
Four fucking days without her is unthinkable, but I don’t have a choice.
I wasn’t lying when I said my financial situation is comfortable.
It is. But my savings won’t last forever without a job to pay for our day-to-day expenses.
In an ideal world, I’d do what Knight did and give up work completely so that I could spend the rest of my life following Verity around.
But that’s not really an option, especially not if I plan to take Knight up on his offer to build a home on the parcel of land he bought on the other side of the Barnetts’ property.
When he made me the offer, I didn’t think I’d be interested in having a home in a community of just my brothers and their families, but I also never envisioned meeting Verity either.
Now that I have her, building a home and settling down in Rockhead Peak feels like the exact right thing to do.
But construction is expensive, so giving up my job right now isn’t an option. Which means that tomorrow morning, I’m going to have to leave Verity alone for four long days and hope she’s still here when I get back.
The controlling caveman part of me knows that it’s unlikely she has the means to leave me right now.
Her tent is still in the back of my Jeep, and I plan to leave it there when I head up the mountain.
While I wasn’t lying when I told her I planned to add her to my bank account and get her a card to access the money, her card isn’t here yet.
So even if she convinced someone to take her into town, she doesn’t have enough cash to get a bus right now.
It’s an asshole thing to do, but I won’t be giving her any money before I go to work either. The cell phone I got for her is charging downstairs, and before I leave in the morning, I’ll program it with my number and the numbers of my brothers, their partners, and all of the Barnetts.
I want to be able to contact her and for her to have a way of communicating, but at least for the next four days, I refuse to give her the means to leave me.
As far as I’m concerned, this house is her home now, and I’m happy for her to come and go as she pleases, as long as she comes home and is here in four days when I get off shift.
A part of me wishes that I had security cameras set up so I could watch her, but no one comes this far up the mountain without a purpose, so I don’t even really need to lock my house, let alone worry about having security cameras monitoring the inside.
Closing my eyes, I remember the look on her face when I made her promise to be here when I got home.
“I have to go to work in the morning,” I’d told her, watching her reaction carefully.
“You do?” she’d asked.
I’d nodded. “My shift starts at seven a.m., and I’ll be gone for four days. We all live and sleep on base, and we’re on call twenty-four seven.”
“Okay,” she’d said, and I swear her expression had wilted a little.
“I’ll program my cell number into your new cell before I leave, and I’ll call you every day if I can.
I’ll put some other numbers in there for you too, so you can chat with James and the Barnetts.
They weren’t just being polite; they really will want to have dinner with you and maybe hang out.
The other wives and partners all get together while we’re on shift. ”
“I…” she’d started.
“I want you to relax while I’m not here. Sleep late, eat junk food, and watch hockey. Don’t worry about a job. Just stay up on the mountain and enjoy doing nothing. Okay?”
Her nose had wrinkled, and I’d waited for her to tell me no. “Please, amore mio. I need to know that you’re taking it easy and looking after yourself while I’m not here. Promise me that you’ll relax and do nothing for four days.”
“I…” she’d started again.
Reaching out, I’d cupped her face in my hands. “Promise me, Verity. Please.” I wasn’t above begging if I had to, but I had a feeling that she’d agree with some mild coercion, because deep down she knew she needed to take some time to recover too.
“Okay,” she’d eventually agreed.
“Promise me you’ll be here waiting for me. My shift ends at seven a.m. on the fifth day. Promise me you’ll leave your bedroom door open that night so when I get home, I can see you’re still here. Promise me, amore mio.”
Her eyes had widened, and her lips had fallen apart when she’d taken a silent gasp. For a second I’d thought she was going to deny me, but instead she’d whispered, “I promise.”
Unable to resist, I’d leaned down and kissed her, feeling my dick harden between us when she’d parted her lips and silently asked me to slip my tongue into her mouth, like she was as desperate for more as I was.
Instead of devouring her like I’d wanted to, I’d forced myself to step back, keeping her taste in my mouth as a reminder of her. Then I’d watched her look over her shoulder twice before she’d stepped into her room and closed the door behind her.
Now the night feels endless. I don’t remember the last time I was this reluctant to go to work. I love my job, but knowing that she’s here and I won’t be makes the thought of the next four days without her feel impossible.
I’m not sure what time it is when I finally fall asleep, but it feels like I’ve barely closed my eyes by the time my alarm goes off the next morning.
The sun is starting to peek through the darkness as I pad naked into the bathroom and turn on the shower.
At thirty-five, my mornings don’t really start with my dick saluting the sun anymore.
I don’t know if it’s the unconscious knowledge that my woman is asleep in the room next door or if I just spent the night dreaming of her, but whatever the reason, my cock is rock hard, and my balls are aching.
Stepping beneath the stream of water, I don’t even pretend that I don’t plan to take care of business. Squirting some soap into my palm, I fist my dick and start to stroke, closing my eyes as I imagine how she’ll look when I part her thighs and bury my face in her perfect virgin cunt.
She’d looked ashamed when she’d admitted that the strip club manager had dressed her in innocent childish clothes and had her perform with stuffed animals and dolls, but an image of her in virginal white lace spread out and waiting to be thoroughly corrupted fills my thoughts as I work my cock in firm, hard strokes.
I imagine her thighs spread wide, giving me a peek of her pink, dripping cunt.
I think about her full tits, her dark pink nipples hard against the stark white bra, the fabric struggling to contain her heavy breasts.
I imagine her eyes widening with shock when I blow my load over her tits and stomach and pussy, covering her in me, before I peel the lingerie from her and use my cum as lube to slide my fingers into her cunt, her mouth, and finally her ass.
I imagine claiming all of her holes one after the other, so by the time we’re both spent, every inch of her is mine.
A ragged gasp spills from my lips as hot cum bursts from my cock, disappearing into the stream of water while I fall forward, bracing my hand on the tile as my chest heaves. Fuck. That’s the hardest I’ve come in years, and it was into my own hand and from the fantasy of her.
I know that the reality will be better, and even though I know I have to, I can’t wait to make her mine.
Trying not to wake her up, I pad downstairs in just my socks, carrying my boots in my hand. Pouring myself a bowl of cereal, I eat distracted, my attention on the cell phone I ordered for her.
After programming my own number in, I select all of the contacts I think she’ll need and airdrop them over to her, then I send her new number to James and Cora, confident that they’ll have added her to a million group chats by the end of the day.
Once I’m sure that she has all the numbers she’ll need, I place the cell phone and a key to the house onto the kitchen counter along with a note.
Amore mio,
I’ve programmed mine and all of the numbers I think you’ll need into your new cell, and I’ve sent your number to James and Cora.