Chapter Twenty-Nine Georgia
I wake up sore and tender from the waist down, ravenous, and gloriously, deliriously happy, sleeping on a broad green chest.
Ugh. I think I may have drooled on it.
I also think Douglas won’t care.
He’s humming. His hand strokes my hair, and he hums.
Holding still and breathing deeply, I keep listening, the sound of his happiness the best present ever.
“I want to wake up like this every morning,” he sighs.
“Wait, is it morning?” I’ve lost all track of time. We were coupled for a long time, longer than I thought knotting typically lasted. I think it’s because I’m so tight and he’s so big. 90% pleasure and 10% stuck.
“You’re awake.”
“A little bit.”
“It’s not morning. It’s around nine in the evening. Are you hungry?”
I think for a moment. I want to be coy and say something like “Only for you, my big hunk of stud muffin.” Instead, I say, “I could murder a pizza, and that’s probably the only thing we can get delivered at 9:00 at night in Antonia.”
“Pizza it is. Ah—don’t you move.” Douglas holds me to his chest and fishes around on the floor for his cell phone (or as he calls it, his mobile).
I smile and snuggle back down as his arm rests on my back and he scrolls and swipes until he finds a restaurant in the area that will deliver. “What to drink, love? They do Buffalo tenders. Shall we get those?”
For some reason, It’s hard not to giggle at Douglas saying these things. Maybe I’m just giddy. “Coke, pizza, and Buffalo wings. We sound like college kids.”
“Aye, and you’re worried I should have my bran and mushy peas?”
“Nuh-uh. I’m just happy I have someone to do this with. Someone to live out all the silly teenage dreams and all the practical, big, adult dreams.”
“Hm. Tell me your dreams, darling.”
Again, I think maybe I should be flirty and fun, and say something like, “I’m dreaming about riding that magnificent cock of yours again.” But I don’t need to. Douglas isn’t seducing me or leading me on by asking the questions men think they should ask to gain brownie points. He really wants to know. Someone important, someone who should have shared his life shut him out, and now he can’t wait to be let in.
“I didn’t party during my college years. I didn’t even get my degree. I took a lot of classes, and I still take one or two every few years when I feel like torturing myself. Georgie and I threw ourselves into making The Pine Loft what it is. Long hours. Hard work. It paid off.” I shrug, loving that I can just nestle deeper in his arms, and he holds me tighter.
“I had lots of friends. I went to community events, but I never had my special person to go with. Time goes on, and you see all the people you went to school with pairing up and getting married, and you want that, too.”
“Aye. I’ve been where you are.”
I sit up enough to stare him in the eyes, a hard warning in my own. “Yes, but you didn’t find me. You found someone who was a good match and ready to go where you wanted to go in life. Honestly... If you hadn’t come back to town, I was thinking of moving away, maybe to Scotland to be where there are more Orcs. I knew I was missing the right person.”
Douglas smiles, a soft bemused smile. “You’re smarter than I was. And d’you mean to tell me I didn’t have to pack up my things, sell the house to my cousin’s eldest boy, and take a job in New York? You would have come to me?” He gives a dramatic moan.
“I’ll still go where you want to go. I just need to be with you.”
The smile vanishes, and the groaning stops. Douglas cranes his neck enough to kiss me, eyes full of burning intensity. “I don’t want to go back. I want to stay here and make my life over with you. No more lonely, workaholic widower. I want to... I want to be a happy, workaholic husband, a mate who helps his wife with her work so she can do the things that bring her joy. And I want to hear all about it, every night and every morning.”
I blink away tears that spring to my eyes. “I like to talk, so you’re in luck.” I scoot off, hating to leave the loving warmth of his arms, body protesting when I move.
“I’ll get you to the shower and order our dinner.” Douglas rolls with me, wincing a little. “I haven’t done this in so long,” he confides, rubbing his lower back. “And even if you won’t admit it, I’m older than most of the young bucks you’d like to woo you.”
“I don’t want any young buck. I want my experienced stag, king of the woods.” I lick my lips when he rises and I get a look at his semi-stiff cock, swinging free, tempting me. I rise, intent on grabbing for it, only to sit back down, everything Douglas put in me leaking out.
Douglas doesn’t seem phased. “I’ll go get fresh sheets at the hotel office while you shower.” He frowns when I hold my stomach and don’t move. “Are you all right?” He drops to his knee in front of me, hands taking mine. “Are we not as compatible as we thought? Should we have prepared a bit more?”
“No. No, no.”
How do you tell a guy you’re bloated from the pint of cum he deposited in you?
And how long does Orc sperm live? How long am I going to look like I made seven trips to the buffet? Should I have been more concerned about birth control?
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m... bloated.”
“Och,” Douglas makes a scoffing noise. “I’d love ye, fat or fit, but you’re not bloated in the least. If I worked near pastries all day, I’d be thirty stone.”
Flattered as I am, I shake my head and whisper, “Bloated from lovemaking. The after effects. When I stand up, everything is going to... Whoosh!” I gesture outward with both hands.
“Oh. Whoosh .” Douglas nods and mimics me—then scoops me up in his arms and carries me to the shower, keeping me cradled at an angle, head down, hips up. It’s kinda ridiculous, but I like it. I like how easily everything flows between us—talking, moving, teasing...
“What are your dreams? Aside from wings and clean sheets?”
“Hm? Oh, no, we weren’t done with yours.”
“Although my brother would tell you it’s not true, I do know how to take turns.” I shiver in the shower, water cold and spitting on my back until it warms up. Moving gingerly, I do experience a little cum-splosion, but it’s not as bad as I pictured. I wonder if I’m swollen inside, and if so, will that make the next time even better or will it be more uncomfortable?
“Fine, I’ll have a go, and then you. Hm. I dream of being married to a certain blonde barista business owner in the near future.”
My heart leaps and sings. We’re talking full-on Sound of Music in my chest cavity.
“Your go,” he prods.
The water is running in the bathroom sink. Douglas is cleaning himself up out there, giving me some privacy in the shower, which is sweet of him, even though I’d rather he get in here with me. Besides, when he runs the warm water, my shower goes cold. I need him to warm me up!
“I dream of having my husband—or husband-to-be, chase me in the woods like the mighty silver stag he is, catch me, and make me his.”
“Ooh.” An appreciative noise from beyond the thick cream-colored shower curtain tells me we’re hitting pay dirt.
“You go next.”
“I dream of... Taking her on holidays to Spain. Or maybe Florida. I forget that the US has its own tropical bits.”
“We have it all,” I giggle. “You can take me to Alaska for a snowball fight if you want. As long as I’m with you, it’s going to be a good vacation.”
“Holiday,” he corrects.
“Vacation. Holidays are Christmas, Halloween, and Easter.”
“American.”
“Brit.”
He groans and peeps his head around the curtain. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“Your turn.” Douglas stares at me with hungry eyes.
“I dream of us eating pizza in bed while watching reruns. It’s simple, but... well, when you do it alone all the time, you feel free. Relaxed. In my case, I knew that something was missing. I can’t wait to slip you into all the empty spots.” I lean forward and kiss Douglas.
In turn, he slides one hand between my legs, making me shudder in pleasure as he fingers my swollen tunnel and runs a thumb over my puffy lips. “I’m very fond of this empty space.”
My eyes close and I reach for his shoulder, leaning on him as his fingers play.
“Should I stop?” he whispers, voice a husky brush that practically makes me come on the spot.
“No!”
“I should let you finish in peace so that you can come back to bed, pet. I’ll thank you properly then.”
The sensual tease in his voice makes my thighs clench on his hand. “You should get in with me, and I’ll thank you ,” I barter, not releasing his shoulder.
“I have to be the responsible mate and get clean bedding and food for my bride.” His hand picks up the pace, thumb circling firmly, fingers slipping in and out.
He said bride. Just a slip of the tongue, but I want it more than I want air at this second.
“Soft little mate is so slippery inside. So full of my cum. Did my love like being knotted properly?”
“Yes! Yes, yes,” I’m a whimpering mess, and I don’t care.
“You’re much tighter on my finger, love. How’d you manage that after taking every inch of me?” Douglas purrs.
“I don’t know,” I wail as he slips a second finger in.
“I think you like it when I talk to you while I fuck your pussy. Is that something you like, Georgia?”
“I would marry you just for your voice. I admit that I’m shallow,” I gasp, half squatting to feel him in deeper.
“And I’d marry you just for your smile.”
“Fuck, you can’t be that sweet and that dirty-sexy at the same time! Not fair!”
“I’m stacking the deck to my advantage so that when I ask you, you’ll say yes straight away,” Douglas slides in with me, mouth moving to my neck as his hand rocks against me, palm now pressing onto my clit and the surrounding area.
“I dream about you asking me.”
“Dream about you saying yes.”
Idiot. A flash of annoyance sears through me. Ask me already, then! I don’t care about the amount of time, to me it’s been a lifetime, and to him, it’s been two—one before he was married the first time and one after he was widowed.
Thank God, I don’t actually say my fevered thoughts aloud. I know they’re not rational.
“I’m not going to order dinner until you come for me.” Douglas bites down on my neck, just hard enough for his tusks to scrape the ticklish spot on my throat and send me into some new la-la land I didn’t know existed, where bites and tender, ticklish skin, and thick fingers pushing into my cum-drenched hole turn me into a shaking mess in his arms.
“Douglas!” I lift one knee as my back hits the wall, letting him do exactly what he wants— bring me off in a torrent of pleasure and wet, gasping declarations of love.
“Uh. We have an issue.” Douglas’ voice slowly penetrates the dizzy haze of post-orgasmic high.
“What?” I look behind me, half-expecting to see that we’ve created a hole in the wall.
“This.” Douglas points between his legs.
I smile and lick my lips at the thick, long green length that’s now pointing straight up. “What time does that pizza place stop delivering?”
Douglas thinks for a minute. “I think the website said ten.”
“Ooh. I’ll have to see how fast I can do this, then.” I crack my knuckles and sink to my knees.
IN A FEW MINUTES, DOUGLAS is the one whimpering, holding the back of my head as his hips piston the jaw-stretching width of his cock in and out of my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I reach up and lock both my hands around his knot and squeeze, mimicking my pussy’s tight embrace.
And then I remember, like the overstimulated ex-virgin that I am, that he’s already been in my body and that as far as I’m concerned, he’s the only one I ever want in it. I jerk my head away, earning a strangled, startled cry. It doesn’t last long as I bend over in front of him.
There’s a height difference, but I’m relatively tall and leggy, and Douglas is strong. In seconds, I’m not touching the floor—I’m being fucked like a ragdoll, toes only skimming the ground as he lodges inside me and pleasures himself with short, shallow thrusts. He ends deep inside of me, knot outside.
I want to protest—until he pulls me back tight and my leaking pussy rubs against the smooth green knot that’s one of his most sensitive erogenous zones. He grinds to me and I squirm on him, finishing our second time with a quick, hard orgasm that’s perfectly in unison.
Fireworks. This kind of pleasure bursts and crackles, like lighting down my spine and into my toes, making all of me tingle. Tiny, black prickles dart in front of my vision, but that could be from hunger—or maybe I hit my head on the wall while my mate was pounding me.
“We’re back where we started,” Douglas gasps, setting me upright.
“I’m a mess again.” There’s no hiding it. His cum slides down my thighs and coats my pussy as I move, gushing out of me.
Douglas reaches for one of the washcloths on the towel rack outside of the shower, turning a terry cloth swan into a flat rectangle before handing it to me. He clears his throat and leans under the water with me, “Can I tell y’ one more dream?”
The way he says it makes something in my brain sit up. There’s a seriousness in the tone, something almost nervous.
“Of course! So far, all of ours have been in sync. I bet you whatever it is, it’s one of mine, too.” I cup his strong jaw and try not to collapse onto the shower floor as my knees don’t want to hold me up any longer.
“I hope one day we won’t have to— When we’re done making love, I— uh. I hope one day my wife and I have bairns of our own. More than two. Mind, I’d be grateful for one! But three or four would be... It would be the grandest thing in the world to have people who love you around you, a little clan right under one roof. Not lonely when their big brother has to move away, or things like that.”
My throat is unexpectedly tight. It strikes me afresh how lonely Douglas has been, for so long. His brother moved away when he was something like ten or eleven, and my father took over the job of big brother—until he got married and left for the States a year later. His solitary job. His unrequited efforts in marriage.
“You know... Pine Ridge is like a big clan of all sorts of people, human and monster.”
“Aye. I know. I’m being a bit silly.”
“No, you’re not. I’m just thinking that it will be a great place for our kids to grow up. All of them, any of them.”
Douglas squeezes me tight, a hug that’s not sensual despite being naked and slippery. Just a hug of pure happiness.
I pull back and kiss him on the lips, a sweet, sound kiss. “I dream about you being that happy every day.”
“As long as I’ve got you, that’s a reality.”