Chapter 19
NINETEEN
WARRICK
The last four days have been the longest in history.
Our team has been running out of Rockhead Peak for over eighteen months now.
It’s a busy department because we offer support to a huge rural area and sometimes even further out because of our ability to fly in to assist with other fire departments if they need the help.
But in all the time I’ve been working here, I’ve never worked a shift that was emergency after emergency after emergency.
Luckily, other than the fire on our first day on shift, that could have become a much bigger crisis, most of our call-outs have been to smaller incidents. But it feels like we’ve barely had time to eat and clean up from one call-out before the alarm has sounded and we’re on our way back out again.
I’m exhausted, and I miss my woman so much it feels like I left half of myself back at the house. Crawling into the front seat of my Jeep, I yawn, rolling my neck from side to side as I start the engine and pull out onto the road.
By the time I stop outside our house, I’m so tired I could fall asleep right here in the car, but Verity is in our bed, and if I’m going to crash anywhere, it’s going to be naked and curled around her.
The last time I came home after a shift, I was well-rested and ready to fuck my woman until she knew without question that she was mine.
But right now I’m running on two hours of sleep, and although my dick is hard and ready to be inside of her, I need to crash for a few hours before I can fuck my woman into a dripping, screaming mess.
Unlocking the front door, I climb the stairs, strip out of my clothes, and dump them on the floor, not caring where they land. Lifting the comforter, I crawl into bed and wrap my arms around Verity before I close my eyes and fall asleep.
The quiet lull of the TV playing drags me to wakefulness, and when I open my eyes, the first thing I see is perfectly smooth creamy skin. Instead of being wrapped around Verity, my head is resting on her stomach.
“Good morning, amore mio,” I croak sleepily.
“Hey,” she says, her voice a sweet balm that instantly soothes me.
Smiling, I turn and press my lips to her belly button, but the moment I taste her skin, I need more. Rolling over her, I crawl up her body, caging her beneath me as I find her lips and kiss her, showing her just how much I’ve missed her as I claim her mouth with mine.
She kisses me back with just as much ferocity, our tongues tangling together as I slowly grind my rock-hard cock against her bare, wet pussy. I don’t know if she didn’t sleep in any panties or if she took them off this morning ready for me, but I don’t care.
“I promise I’ll make you come with my fingers and tongue a dozen times later, but right now, I just need to be inside of you,” I growl, palming the back of her thigh and pushing her leg up, spreading her wide enough to take me.
“Yes,” she whimpers needily.
Guiding my cock to her entrance, I thank the gods that my woman is constantly soaked for me as I push inside of her, filling her in a single thrust. The sound that slips from me when I’m fully seated inside her cunt is a mixture of contentment, bliss, and fucking desperation.
“Fuck, I love you,” I growl, claiming her lips again as I start to move.
Her body is warm and wet and so fucking tight I want to come every single time her cunt sucks me back into her again. But it’s more than just her perfect pussy that’s driving me mad. It’s the look in her eyes when I fill her, it’s the way she arches her back and clings to me.
This isn’t just sex. It’s not just about our bodies connecting to make us feel good. This is love, it’s two people that are destined to find each other coming together. I love this woman, and even though she hasn’t said it back to me yet, I can see her love for me in her depthless eyes.
“I love you,” I tell her over and over, lifting her legs and wrapping them around my back, while I cup her cheek and stare into her eyes.
There’s a time for dirty fucking, and then there’s times like this, when I want to look at her and experience every moment of this closeness with her. “I love you.”
When her chest hitches and her lips part, I know she’s close.
I’ve watched her come a dozen times before, but this time I memorize the sexy, breathy moans that get louder the closer she gets to her release.
Her cunt clamps down on my dick when she reaches her peak, all of her muscles tightening around me, before she screams and a gush of liquid arousal soaks my cock as she spasms, her nails raking a fiery line down my spine.
The pain and her hot, wet cunt and the sexy sounds push me over the edge, and I thrust into her, fucking her in fast strokes until I lose hold of my control and pump my cum into her body, flooding her with me and trying not to hope that this is the sex that results in a baby.
“I missed you,” I rasp, chuckling softly.
“I missed you too.”
Staying in bed for the next four days sounds pretty good to me until her stomach growls. Not wanting to separate yet, I keep her pinned to me, my dick still inside of her as I pick her up and carry her into the bathroom still wrapped around me like a monkey.
“Warrick.” She giggles, tightening her hold on me as I lean in and turn the shower on to warm.
“I like this. I think I should carry you around like this all the time, your arms and legs wrapped around me while my dick is buried deep inside of you,” I tell her on a laugh.
“I don’t hate that idea,” she purrs, lifting her head up so she can press her lips against mine.
Steam has filled the room, and I’m rock hard again by the time I step into the shower and let the hot water coat our skin. My hand is under her butt, holding her up, and as I reposition, I accidentally on purpose, graze a knuckle over her ass.
“Warrick,” she moans huskily.
Smiling to myself, I do it again before moving my fingers higher and finding where her cunt is stretched wide around my cock.
Despite the water still cascading over us, I can feel the slick remains of my cum and her cream, and I gather some on my fingers and bring it to her ass, rubbing it over her tight hole, that slowly starts to soften and relax.
“Oh god,” she moans, pressing her face into my shoulder as I push the tip of my finger inside of her.
“Fuck, amore mio, I can feel my dick inside your pussy,” I tell her, sliding my finger deeper.
“Full,” she pants, “so full.”
Pulling my finger free, I cover two fingers in our arousal, then slowly work them into her ass until she’s panting and whining, her hips trying to roll as I keep her pinned in place.
“Look at you, amore mio. Your cunt stuffed full of my cock, ass full of my fingers, and desperate to be fucked,” I drawl.
“Please, Warrick, please,” she begs.
“Do you need to be fucked, amore mio?”
I already know the answer, but I want to hear her say it, to beg for it.
“Yes, please fuck me.”
Pressing her against the tile, I pull back then slam forward, pulling my fingers almost free of her ass the moment my dick is deep inside of her, only to swap and thrust my fingers deep while my dick withdraws.
Alternating, I fill her with my fingers then cock, fucking her deep and slow until she splinters, coming so hard, her body tightens until I can barely get my fingers and dick back inside of her.
When her muscles relax, she screams, stifling the sound when she bites down on my shoulder.
Her body sucks me in deep, and I explode, pumping my cum into her as she milks my dick, clenching and relaxing until my balls are empty, and my chest is heaving as I gasp for air.
Reluctantly, I lift her off my cock and lower her to the floor on shaky legs.
I can’t fight the desire to feel myself inside of her, so I slide two fingers into her cunt, pushing my cum back into her body, forcing it closer to her cervix and hopefully helping to make the baby that I told her I was happy to wait for.
Apparently, I lied, because some kind of feral urge to breed her has me wanting to bend her over the side of the tub and fuck her until she’s full of me again. But I manage to push the desire down because my woman is hungry and I need to feed her.
“Warrick,” she pants as I collect as much of my cum as I can and stuff it back inside of her.
“Come for me, Verity,” I growl.
Like she was just waiting for permission, she tightens and comes, grabbing my wrist as her knees try to buckle. Wrapping my arm around her, I keep her standing, sliding my fingers slowly in and out of her cunt, until her breathing settles, and she slowly opens her eyes.
“I love you,” I tell her before I lean down and kiss her like she’s mine, because she is.
After we’re clean, I wrap her in a towel, then reluctantly cover her with one of my shirts, throwing her over my shoulder and carrying her down the stairs while she giggles and pinches my boxer-clad ass.
“Put me down.” She laughs.
“Fine,” I say on an amused huff, lifting her off my shoulder and sitting her on the kitchen counter while I open the refrigerator.
Most of the meals I prepped for her are gone, and my chest swells at the knowledge that I’ve been taking care of my woman even when I wasn’t here. “Did you enjoy the food I made for you?” I ask.
“It was all delicious,” she says, her cheeks turning a little pink. “But I can take care of myself, you know.”
“But why would you need to when I can do it for you?” I say simply.
“Well, I might not need you to for much longer,” she says, smiling.
My skin prickles, and I slowly stand, then turn to face her. “What do you mean?”
Smiling so widely she’s practically gleeful, she says, “I have an interview for a job this afternoon.”
“You what?” I snap.
Her smile fades a little. “I have an interview for a job.”
“A job where?” I demand, trying and failing to tone down how pissed off I am.