Chapter 8 Texas
EIGHT
TEXAS
Holy fuck, I was an absolute idiot. I’d probably have to sleep with a gun under my pillow tonight.
And for the rest of the nights I wanted to stay alive.
If Ella told her brother what I had done, it was over.
Done for. I’d be hunted down, and he’d slay me like all the other men whose lives Stone had taken over the years.
As I stepped off Ella’s porch and the door closed behind me—a door I let swing closed in the hopes that no one would speak of what had happened. Ever.
And while I knew I should have regretted kissing Ella, I didn’t.
The night air was cool against my skin. The darkness hung heavy over the front yards. The stars were nonexistent due to the clouds, and the moonlight that usually coated places like this was nowhere to be found. I was lucky enough to see my damn boots in the grass as I started to cross the lawn.
The patch of land that connected Ella and me.
I still smelled her body spray. I still felt her soft, pillowy lips against my own.
That kiss had been intense. My appetite for her hadn’t been satiated but rather stoked.
Fucking hell, Ella felt so good in my arms, her softness and her warmth so soothing against my muscles.
The weight of the world was on my shoulders even more so now that she wasn’t there against me.
Holding her released all of that weight and letting her go brought it all back down.
I wanted to release more with her.
I needed her in that moment. In that second.
In that breathless expanse we shared. And although it would never happen again, I was glad I’d kissed her.
Even if it meant I’d have to be on the run for the rest of my fucking life.
Even if it meant I was driven out of this place and onto the road on my own, I could rest assured that Ella was worth it.
Kissing those perfect lips was worth a lifetime of looking over my shoulder.
I stopped in the grass and looked back. The lights of the kitchen were still on.
There wasn’t a bit of movement in any of the windows.
No shadows. No curtains fluttering. Nothing to give me the impression that Ella had moved.
Fuck, that look on her face was devastating.
The way she paused. The way her face fell.
The way she went to wipe my damn spit off her lips.
I couldn't stick around to watch her do it. To watch her regret it.
I drew in a deep breath. My cock raged against my pants.
Part of me wanted to go back and finish what I had started.
Show her the types of pleasures I knew Jett never afforded her.
I wanted to go back and kiss that regret away.
I wanted to mold that regret into a wanton desire to hop in my lap and stake her body on my dick.
I forced myself to turn away from her house and headed for my front door.
It was official. I was totally in lust with Ella.
I’d have to relieve myself in the fucking shower before I’d be able to sleep.
I stepped up onto my porch and jammed my hand into my pants.
I pulled my cock up, hoping it would rest easier in a different position.
It ached. Throbbed. Wept to be inside Ella’s beautiful, luscious body.
Never in my life had I been so desperate for another woman.
And that kiss was better than anything I could have anticipated.
“Texas!”
Ella’s voice hit my ears as I went to open my front door.
I heard hers being thrown open and slamming against the kitchen counter it swung into.
I whipped my eyes up and saw her body—her shadowed form—running across the lawn.
My heart stopped in my chest. My cock leapt for joy.
I saw her short, thick legs carrying her across the lawn, moving closer and closer toward me.
She panted for air as she stepped onto my porch, her eyes nothing but giant green orbs that pierced through the blackness around us.
She leapt up onto my porch with such fervor that her body slammed into mine.
The wall of muscle that was my torso caught her as my arms wrapped around her, steadying her on her feet as she panted for air.
She looked up at me with those beautiful eyes of hers as her hair fluttered around her shoulders.
A breeze had kicked up for the sole purpose of teasing her beauty.
“Texas,” she breathed.
I swallowed hard. I clung to her, feeling how she pressed into me instead of pulling away.
Her hands slid back up to my chest like they had with the kiss.
My stomach rumbled for more of her. My veins widened as blood rushed quickly through my body.
My fingertips curled into the small of her back as the softest flush overtook her cheeks.
The clouds had parted, blanketing her in a soft moonlight that made me swallow a groan.
“Everything okay?” I asked.
Ella panted despite the fact that she had stopped running.
Despite the fact that she rested in my arms. There was a need in her eyes that reflected a hunger I knew all too well.
And the more I looked down at her, the more it grew.
It didn’t dissipate. It didn’t hide itself.
It was on full display, and it made me lick my lips.
I was hungry for more of her. Hungry for her curves and the dessert between her thighs.
My cock pulsed, and from the grin that spread across her face, I knew she felt it.
“Why did you leave?” Ella asked.
Her words were the only thing holding me back. The only thing keeping me from jumping off the edge of the shoreline and into a deep, black, murky lake that held nothing but my own death.
“Ella—”
“No, Texas. Please. Answer the question,” she begged.
My hands pressed deeper into the small of her back. She stepped closer to me, her hands softly gripping the fabric of my shirt.
“Tell me to go away,” I said.
Her brow furrowed. “What?”
My voice was filled with a thick need as the plea from the part of my soul that wanted to live took over.
“Tell me to go away, and I will. But damn it, Ella, if you chase after me—if I stay…”
I drew in a deep breath through my nose as she stood on her tiptoes.
“What if you stay?” she whispered.
A growl burst from the back of my throat, filling my body with a desire I was no longer able to hold back.
“If I stay, I’m staying all night,” I murmured.
With those words, she tugged on my shirt.
Our bodies collided and our lips crashed, launching us into a point of no return.
She threw herself at me, wrapping her arms around me so tightly her engorged nipples pressed into my chest. She wrapped her legs around me as I walked forward.
I pressed her into the beam of my porch and rested her there.
I ground into her and felt the heat of her pussy falling around my pelvis as her hands raked through my hair and tugged at my shirt.
Ripped it off my back so she could feel my muscles.
I growled down her throat as I caught my shirt in my hand.
I wrapped myself around her, peeling her from the railing and starting off my porch.
The sound of our kisses filled the space around us as I walked across the lawn.
Back to her porch, inside her house, before I closed the front door with my foot.
“Down the hallway. Now,” Ella whispered.
And I heard the unspoken words in her voice.
Be quick about it.
I set her down onto her feet in the hallway, and she took my hand, pulling me toward her bedroom.
Toward a different sort of darkness. We’d barely crossed the threshold before our clothes came off.
Her shirt in my hands. My belt in her palm.
I toed off my boots while she took off her socks, and then she fell to her knees in front of me.
I closed her bedroom door behind us and locked it.
I braced my back against the door as she ripped my jeans down my legs.
When her nose nuzzled against my clothed cock, I groaned.
My legs locked up as her fingertips pulled my boxers down over my pulsing girth.
But when she wrapped her lips around it, I almost shot through the roof.
“Holy fuck,” I grunted.
My hand twisted into the tendrils of her hair. She took me back as far as she could before her soft hand wrapped around my base. She moaned around my dripping length and lapped at my tip before she audibly swallowed me down. I looked down at her. Gazed into her glorious stare.
“Mmmm,” she hummed.
My toes curled into the carpet as she bobbed her head.
Her mouth was so tight. So hot. So perfect.
Her spit dripped over her hand as she pumped me rhythmically, the wetness coating my balls.
I fucked her face. I gripped her hair and slid those swelling lips over my girth.
The vein underneath my cock throbbed against her tongue, seeking an end that would come all too soon with the attention she paid my dick.
“Ella. Fuck. Oh, sh—”
Her tongue traced that vein, and I almost popped.
I tugged on her hair, pulling her off her knees before I came down her throat.
I didn’t want it to end that soon. I wanted to taste her before I sought any end of my own.
When our lips collided, she melted into me.
Her soft skin against mine for the first time made the animal within me pop.
I ripped whatever clothes she still had on her body off, the seams shredding and the thread popping as her body revealed itself to me.
I fisted her ass cheeks and picked her up.
I tasted my precum on her lips as I strode over to the bed.
I tossed her onto it, watching her curves bounce up and down for me.
She had the most perfect set of tits I’d ever seen.
Perfect teardrops that bounced against her skin.
Engorged pink nipples that called to my tongue.
I didn’t know where to begin my journey.
I didn’t know what I wanted to mark and kiss first. But when her legs spread open to accommodate me, I knew exactly where I wanted to be.
So, I dropped to my knees, tugged her to the edge of the bed, and dove into the wetness of her perfect little pussy.