Chapter Seven
Tempi
I finally sneak out of the bedroom Vander has kept me in for the past…however many days it’s been. Are we too late? Is that what all of this was about? Were they keeping us in bed long enough to have us locked away and the sex is just a…a what? Disguise? A subterfuge?
I can’t bring myself to believe that when Vander has been more than upfront with the fact he wants to keep me. Am I okay with that? He tells me I am the one in control but am I really?
Before I can turn around from quietly closing the door I’m caught. He doesn’t have to say a word. I can already tell he’s there.
“What are you up to, little one?”
“Um, I was just…uh,” Damn I can’t come up with a single excuse that sounds like an honest answer.
“There’s a friend of yours downstairs that I know you want to visit with. But you aren’t going like that.” I look down at the shirt I ‘borrowed’ from his dresser. It goes a lot farther down than the party dress that I haven’t seen since the night I tried to give Vander a lap dance.
“Well, that’s going to be a problem because I don’t have any freakin’ clothes here, now do I?”
“Baby…,” He growls a little as he comes closer. I know that growl now. He is going to make me regret my smart-assed mouth. And by regret I mean he is going to spank me and I’m going to have to pretend it doesn’t turn me the fuck on before both of us fall on the bed and make love to one another again.
He leads me back into the room and walks me over to a closed door. When he opens it I am shocked to find my clothes hanging in the closet. “What the…? How the hell did you get my clothes?”
“I went to your mother’s house.” He states it like it should be obvious to me.
“When?”
“Lyric’s waiting, Love.” He gently reminds me and I pull myself together so I can throw clothes on and he can lead me down to the office where Lyric is. But instead of Lyric the last person I want to run into is being led out of the office in handcuffs by two burly men in FBI jackets. When Tony turns around I can’t help but stick my tongue out at him and flip him the bird. Fucker. I hope he has a very tiny cell with a meth addict named Bubba who is looking for his true love within the bars of a prison.
After I see Tony and the Warden I can’t help but come in hot. Have they talked to Lyric? Did they say something bad to her? Vander has promised me that Cyrus would take care of Lyric but I also understand Lyric doesn’t even want to be in the same room as Tony the Sleazy Sheriff. He just inspires a vurp - a burb that has vomit mixed with it so you end up with a mouth full of gross and didn’t quite expect it to go down so horrifically.
I bust into the room ready to protect and defend my friend, “Someone better tell me what is going on because I’m about three seconds away from losing my shit!”
“Calm down, Love.” Vander comes up behind me and wraps his arms around me.
My friend is sitting on the lap of an equally monstrous man. But mine’s bigger. Not by much though. I can see why Vander and Cyrus could take over a state. You just expect men like them to be out on a field of war fighting for a castle or something equally barbaric. Lyric tries to stand up but Cyrus won’t let her move off his lap. Aww, that’s the cutest. He looks at her like she is his world.
“We looked into the things the two of you said.” The men explain how they tracked the information down concerning the shady Sheriff and his cohorts. How they got evidence against the men and Cyrus set things in motion because they realized the men who burst in with guns - the outside guards - were not supposed to be in the house. Someone had to tip them off that something was going down in the house.
“They had no idea what they were interrupting.” Both of us blush and Lyric won’t look anyone in the eyes.
“Or how attached we already were to you.” Vander takes me in his arms and leans me back to lay a kiss on me that curls my toes. I lose myself in it forgetting that other people are in the room as I wrap myself around him. When I look over at Lyric she has her mouth open and shock written all over her face. I just never wanted a man before, so seeing me hanging on to this big animal must be shocking to her.
“So my father…is free, and your bringing him here?”
Cyrus gives her a nod and a tear leaks out of her eye. Cyrus tracks it and wipes it from her cheek.
“So I guess when Dad gets here…we’ll just go home and…,”
“The hell you will. You aren’t going anywhere.” Cyrus shoots a look over at my Vander who then turns to me.
He lifts me up in his arms, "Let's go, love, and give them a minute. Besides I've not been inside of you for at least thirty minutes and I'm jonesing for a hit of that sweet pussy."
Both, me and Lyric gasp as Vander throws me over his shoulder and we leave the room. He carries me right back to the bedroom I just left. Have I mentioned I love it when he goes all caveman on me. Nothing turns me on more than him getting all growly and telling me he has to have me. Once the door is closed he throws me on the bed and strips me naked. It all happens so fast I can barely keep up. There’s no hope of keeping my clothes on and ‘talking’ things out. Not when Vander has that look in his eyes. And God, I love that look.
“You know what I want, little one.” Even as he says it my thighs part on their own. I could never say no to Vander. I don’t even want to try. Why would I say no when I am sure he is about to take me so close to heaven? I see the smile that breaks out across his face before he yanks his shirt over his head one-handed. I love when men do that. It’s sexy as hell. If I tried to do that I would get stuck and have to have someone help me out of my shirt. But Vander does it all sexy.
“You want this?” I bite down on my bottom lip and give him a coy look from under my eyelashes. “Then you have to catch me first.”
I'm barely flipped over to my belly before Vander is on me. I’m up on my hands and knees trying to crawl to the other side of the bed when he grabs my ankle and flips me back over so that I am on my back again. His mouth is on my pussy and he’s sending me into an orgasm before I can catch my breath from laughing at the game me and him like to play.
He keeps on licking and sucking my pussy like I’m ice cream and he just can’t get enough. It makes me feel like the most powerful person in the world. Vander has given me everything I thought I would never have. He eats me to another orgasm before coming up to capture my lips with his. Our kiss is hot and frantic before we’re rolling and he’s putting me on top.
I love this part, the feeling that I am in control, that I am beautiful and desirable. He makes me feel like I’m the sexiest person in the world and yet he takes care of me like that’s all he wants to do for the rest of his life. It’s a heady combination that goes right to my head.
I wiggle down his body until I come to the open buckle of his pants. He understands I have such trouble with the belt. I’m unsnapping and unzipping like a kid opening a present at Christmas. Once I have him freed I wrap my mouth around just the tip and use my tongue to feather across him. I run my mouth up and down his shaft a couple of times before going back to teasing him and then I take him all the way to the back of my throat. And have the enjoyment of him crying out my name in the room like it's a prayer.
It quickly goes through my mind - God, I love this man! I’m in love! With Vander! Before I can get lost in the worry that he might not feel the same way since we haven’t ever said those words to one another he rolls us again and is sliding into me. Taking my breath - and my train of thought - away.
He pushes until every last inch of his impressive cock is buried inside of me. I arch my back and cling to him as he brings my legs higher up on his hips. I help him by bringing my legs up to his shoulders, leaving myself open for him. He cups my ass before picking up the pace, driving me crazy with each deep, hard thrust. It leaves me moaning out a sigh in the overly quiet room that only has the sound of me and him in it.
He drops a quick kiss on my mouth before he’s straining from his effort to hold back and wait on me. Seeing him like that sends me over and I feel the now-familiar pulses of my pussy contracting over and over again around his thick, hard shaft. The warmth he floods inside of me makes sure my release is prolonged as I clasp him to me not wanting this closeness, this sense of perfect, to ever stop.
When I open my eyes, it’s to find Vander looking down at me with those steely gray eyes. “I love you, Temperance.”
I gasp out loud. It’s like he read my mind. Or maybe I said it when I was at the height of my ecstasy and now, he thinks he has to say it too. I push at his shoulders but he doesn’t move an inch. “Why did you say that? Is it because you think you have to? Because I love you.”
“You love me?” He didn’t know? How could he not tell?
“You love me, little one?” He lowers his head and kisses me softly. “Tell me you love me too.”
He says it with his mouth still on mine and it sounds like a plea instead of a command. And the reality of what he said hits me. He loves me! He loves me!
“Of course I love you, Vander. I’ve never felt this way about anyone…ever. Just you.”
“Say it again.” He gives me the biggest smile.
“You first.”
“I fucking love you, Temperance. I want you to be my wife. To let me take care of you for the rest of your life. I want you every way a man can want a woman. You are the world…my world.”
“You want me to marry you?” This can’t be happening. It’s too good to be true…right?
“Fuck yes and to have my babies.”
His words have my eyes widening and my heart thumping, “Holy bedsheets, Batman! We didn’t use anything. We never…um, you know.”
“And we never will if I have anything to say about it. I love feeling you when I take you raw. I’ve never done it before. You’re the only woman who will ever hold my seed, my child, in her womb.”
“Oh…oh wow! That’s…really sexy!”
He laughs before nosing my chin out of the way so he can kiss down my neck. “Tell me you love me, little one. Tell me you want to be with me too, that you feel the same way I do.”
“Oh yeah. I definitely feel the same. I…I love you so much it’s terrifying but also exciting and thrilling.”
“Spend the rest of your life with me, Temperance. I need you. I need you.”
I wrap my arms around him and hold him tight. “I need you, Vander. You are everything I never thought I would have. I love you. I love you. I love you.”
He starts kissing me, moving slowly down my body, as I say the words. Both of us are very ready to love one another yet again. And that is the way I want to spend my life…tangled up in Vander. Nothing beats having this big strong wall of a man wrapped tightly around me like Christmas tinsel wrapped around a tree.