Chapter 27
Zane
“Does that feel good?” I flex my thighs and guide her hips, dragging her up and down my barely contained cock, long and thick for her. “Feels real good for me. I like you rubbing on me like an eager kitten.”
She murmurs something incomprehensible before kissing me again, her tongue licking deep into my mouth.
Fucking hell.
I snap my hips up, driving into her, giving her my hard cock and my strength. Giving her pleasure and protection at the same time. We don’t need to go any further than this. Making out and rubbing against each other is better than anything else I’ve ever done.
And she’s so fucking sweet, so needy and horny. She makes the most incredible sounds and clutches at me like she’s afraid I might slip away.
Never. Never ever.
I’m yours, I promise her with my body.
And fuck, I could come just from her licking her way into my mouth, kissing me deeply, her mouth wide open so I can taste her breath and swallow her moans.
“Can I take my clothes off?” She pushes herself up, perching on top of me.
“Yeah. Whatever you want.” I tug at the hem of her shirt. “Can I help?”
The smile she gives me as she nods is the sexiest thing on top of all the rest.
I peel the shirt up, and holy fuck, she’s bare underneath.
Her arms fall to her side, long and slim, and she lets me stare at her breasts.
They, like every other inch of her, are stunning.
Small teardrops that pull away from her body, they sway a little just from me looking at them, like they want to play chase.
Want me to catch them and pin them down and suck on them.
Reverently, I trace my fingers up her sides, both sides almost the same now, her bruises fading. Still no outward sign of her pregnancy, but when I glide my fingertips along the curve of her tits, she shivers.
“Sensitive?”
“Yeah,” she breathes.
Fuck yeah.
I lick my lips as I circle the tips, making her nipples nice and tight before they get my thumbs.
She grinds against me as soon as I pinch them softly. When I tug, she stutters her hips in a way that tells me her clit likes the connection between her erogenous zones.
Oh, baby.
“You want to take your pants off, too?” I sound hoarse. I’m practically delirious. “Are you bare under those, or are you wearing panties?”
“Bare,” she whispers.
Fuck. Me. To. The. Ends. Of. The. Earth.
“I’ll be careful with you, sweetheart. I promise.”
She pushes her pyjama pants off and straddles me again, her movements fast, like she’s grateful for the dark but still more confident when our bodies are touching.
When we move because we have to, and we don’t talk too much about it.
In time, we’ll change that.
I’ll teach her how to trust me with her words, and her body, and we’ll go slow.
But tonight, she needs this to be simple.
And she feels so fucking good on top of me, naked and aroused in the shadows of my room.
I give myself over to the sensations of moving with her.
We kiss. We touch. Her breasts fill my hands and she strokes every inch of my torso, making appreciative noises into my mouth when I flex for her and use my body to urge hers on.
She rides me effortlessly, the only thing between us the thin cotton barrier of my underwear.
I cup her ass, shifting her hips right to the tip of my cock, so when she rolls her clit off the end, it feels like I could thrust right into her.
Deep into her belly.
Claiming her inside and out.
I think about planting my seed there and my balls go tight, need racing up and down my shaft.
I roll my face into the shadows of her chest, breathing in the scent of her arousal, and I lick into the secret, shallow valley between her tits as they pillow my face.
Her skin is impossibly soft, silky against my tongue, and then I find her nipple, firm and taut in a way that makes my hips jerk hard.
Fuck.
I can’t come before her, I can’t, but God damn do I want to. I want to drag her up and down my shaft until I’m spilling in my shorts.
Closing my eyes, I suck harder, listening to her sounds and feeling the desperate need roll through her body.
What does she need? What would feel good?
I want to give her my thumb on her clit, but she’s grinding hard against my cock now, and I don’t want to ruin that if she’s chasing something good. So I lift my hips off the bed, and yes, she likes that.
She clenches her thighs around my waist, riding me hard now. I urge her on, faster faster, cupping her ass with one hand and her tit with the other, my mouth on her other breast. Anchoring her to me in every way as she pushes and pulls—
And then just pushes, grinding down down down.
Her whole body arching. Strong, long muscles bowing on top of me.
Fucking. Beautiful.
With a shudder, she goes limp.
I wrap my arms around her, holding her on top of me as I follow her with three fast jerks of my own hips, pumping my release between us. Making a fucking mess.
A complete disaster.
Amazing.
What a beautiful, beautiful disaster.
“That got slightly out of hand,” I whisper into her hair. “But I can’t regret that for a second.”
“Same,” she murmurs back.
I roll her to the side for just a second, long enough to get my underwear off, taking the mess with it.
“Can I turn on the light?”
She hesitates, but then agrees. And when I flick on the lamp, she gobbles up the sight of me, fully naked at the side of the bed.
“I just want to hold you,” I promise as I join her again, running my hands over her hip, her thigh and up to her breasts that I loved on so much. She has dark blonde hair covering her mound and an innie belly button that makes me want to tickle her with my moustache.
All in good time.
“You’re incredible,” I tell her as I pull her back into my arms, my voice catching. “When you come to me like this, it’s a gift.”
“You're the gift,” she whispers against my jaw. “Thank you.”
“My words. Don’t steal them.”
She makes a funny sound and presses her face into my neck.
“Hey now, no hiding.” I stroke her hair. And then, “No, it’s okay. If you need to hide a bit, I’ll understand. But you don’t need to disguise your reactions around me, you know that, right? Was that hard?”
She shakes her head and mumbles something.
“Pardon?”
She blows a raspberry against my neck. “Was kissing you hard? Of course it wasn’t hard. And I liked making you come like that.” She drags in a breath. “But…”
“But nothing. That was perfect. And when we do more, it’ll be even better for the waiting, because my God, woman, when you are willing, you are something.”
She lifts her head and searches my face. “You mean that?”
“With my whole heart.” And maybe that’s a foolish thing to say, too soon, too much.
I mean it, though.
“You have my heart, Hope. I think that’s clear. But you also have my patience. I’m not going anywhere.”
A cloud crosses her eyes. An important reminder to me that she came to this ranch with a clear mission—to leave again, as soon as possible.
I stroke her cheek. “You don’t need to go anywhere, either. I can keep you safe.”
“People will talk about the baby.”
“Fuck them all. Babies are born early all the time.” I gently caress her all the way to her belly.
Not quite as flat when she’s naked as it looks when she’s wearing clothes.
She has the body of a mother, and I meant it when I said that she’s incredible.
I press my whole palm below her belly button. “This could be my baby.”
Her cheeks flame red.
For all her innate sensuality and real life experience, there’s something still painfully innocent about Hope and sex. The age gap between us making itself known more than it usually does.
“I could make this so much worse right now by offering to marry you, too,” I joke.
She takes that as I intend it, and laughs. Then she groans and buries her face in her hands. “It’s such a mess. I’m a real catch.”
“I have family in Ontario,” I hear myself saying. “If that would be easier for you, we could go visit them for a while.”
“You can’t leave the ranch.”
And suddenly, it’s the easiest thing in the world to say that yes, I can.
“Dax will step up and do what I do. Ridge is more capable than he lets on. If he had to deliver the produce boxes to Mercy every week, maybe that would be good for everyone. Even Luna can do more. Hire more help. Time for all of us to be brave. If you can’t stay, then I can follow you. ”
“Don’t— Let’s not talk about this now.” She wraps her arms around my neck. “Please, just kiss me again.”
So I do. I take her mouth and I show her with my hunger what she won’t believe from my words.
I will follow her to the ends of the earth.
I will wait until she’s ready, and then I’ll make her mine.
Her and her kids. I may not have given them the seeds of life, but I will raise them and teach them all the important lessons, and that’s ten times more important.
And to the rest of the world, her unborn baby will be mine. I’ll be the man who cradles that innocent baby. I’m going to cut the cord and rub her back during labour and pace the floors in the hospital.
Where that happens…that’s up to Hope.
And in some ways, it’s also up to a deranged madman, and there’s no way of knowing what his next move will be.
I push that thought away.
It has no place in my bed.
And when Hope yawns, I need to send her on her way, too.
She climbs out, all naked limbs and sweet smiles, and pulls her pyjamas on as I stare.
She catches my gaze and her breath hitches at whatever she sees.
“Hate to see you go,” I promise. “But I sure do like watching you walk away.”
“Yeah?” She catches her lower lip between her teeth, then releases it, wet and shiny and so pink it makes my balls ache.
Blinking slow and sweet, she sweeps a glance down my body, catching my unmistakeable erection bouncing under the sheet I pulled up over myself.
A small smile plays at her lips as she turns, even slower than she blinked.
And then she swings her hips, making her ass jiggle a little in those soft flannel pants, and I feel a need so strong I swear I could come again just from watching her head for the stairs.
As she opens the door, she glances back over her shoulder. “You have a good sleep, Zane.”
“I will,” I rasp. “The fucking best, now. Gonna dream of your hips. And that smile on your face. Want to put it there again tomorrow.”