Chapter 25 #2
She smirks, the first sign that she’s up to something.
“I can see that itchiness on you. Felt it myself when Luke and I were sneaking around and I missed him. You looked out for me then, and I thought it seemed like a fine time to return the favor. So get out.” She says the last part of that to Allyson.
Allyson balks, interrupting the conversation for the first time. “What? I thought something was wrong?”
Shayanne’s smile is sweet as pie, innocent as an angel.
I know she’s neither. “What’s wrong is that my brother is head over fucking heels for you and needs a little alone time with his woman.
Now, I’m driving the Gator to my house. I’d suggest you two head on into the barn, or up to the main house, or wherever it is you like to do whatever it is you like to do.
” Shay looks at me thoughtfully, one brow raised.
“And then you can walk back to the campout having handled whatever it is you need to handle. Talk, fuck, I don’t care. ”
With that, she shrugs and revs the engine.
I’m surprised, but then again, I’m not. This is exactly something Shay would do, a little crazy but nice at the same time. I guess I’m mostly surprised she knew I was itching to sweep Allyson away. Am I that transparent? My brother’s earlier assurances that I am come back to mind.
I take Al’s hand, helping her out. As soon as she’s barely clear, Shay throws up a two-fingered wave. “Later, lovebirds. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. ’Course with Luke, that ain’t much.”
“That doesn’t leave much off the table, does it?” I growl. I know Luke ain’t responsible for all of it, but Shay’s giving me details I do not want to know.
She laughs, taking off into the night.
Allyson sighs, a blissfully happy sound, and then laughs. “Your sister is something else. I remember her being young and a bit of a tomboy. But I get the feeling she’s grown up a lot since then.”
I squeeze the bridge of my nose between my thumb and index finger. “You have no idea. But she’s not wrong.”
I peek over at Al. She looks beautiful in the moonlight.
Hair in a messy ponytail, not a stitch of makeup on, and wearing the sweats and a baggy T-shirt she planned to sleep in.
I’ve seen her dressed to impress for work, I’ve seen her in workout gear ready to do drills along with the boys, but this?
This dressed-down version of her feels like a private look at the woman beneath the face she presents the rest of the world.
It feels like walls crumbling and fronts falling, and it’s just us, here in the night.
“Want to go in the barn or to the house?” Allyson says quietly, almost like she’s going shy on me. I know she feels my intention, the promise of what I’m going to do to her in the air between us. Because fuck, do I need her.
I consider the options and weigh the advantages and disadvantages.
“Can I tell you a secret?” I don’t want to, but if I’m demanding that she let me in, I’ve got to do the same.
Lead by example, just like with the kids.
She nods, and I will my stomach to stop turning.
“When we were kids, I dreamed about having you in my room, in my bed. I wanted you in my space, like you were mine.”
“And now?” She already heard the ‘but’ coming.
“But now, I guess I’m kinda ashamed that I’m a grown-ass man still sleeping in the same bed I had as a teenager.
I barely fit in the damn thing diagonally.
” My laugh is sardonic and hard. I never really considered that I live at home because I never considered bringing anyone here.
It’s home, but it’s mostly just a place to crash between days working.
The few women I’ve been with have been at their place so I could make an exit when I needed to.
I never wanted to bring anyone here but Allyson, and now that I have the chance, I don’t want to.
I want her, I just don’t want her to see me that way. How stuck I’ve been, how meaningless it’s all been.
She’s thoughtful for a moment. “You said before that it’s a bit bachelor pad-like. Are there posters of half-naked women on the walls or anything like that? I didn’t see any when we FaceTimed, but maybe you were choosing your angles?” She dips her chin, but I saw that grin.
I scoop her up into my arms. “Are you giving me shit, woman? I’m being all honest with you about some embarrassing stuff and you tease me about it?” I’m teasing her back, glad she’s not mad at my reluctance.
Her head falls back. “Just take me in the barn, for fuck’s sake. Like old times.”
It’s the best idea I’ve heard since Shay pulled away, and I damn near run for the barn.
Inside, I turn on the bare minimum of lights so the sleeping animals aren’t disturbed, giving the barn a soft glow.
I let Allyson slide down my body until her feet hit the floor, but I keep her tight against me, dancing her back toward the ladder. “Hay loft. Now.”
We’ve been here before, but this feels new and different. I like it.
Allyson smiles, just the corners of her mouth tilting up a bit, and then bolts for the ladder. I give chase, her laughter bright in the quiet. From a stall, I hear a rustling and shush her. “Don’t wake up the goats or they’ll start bleating for food and never shut up. Hungry little monsters.”
“You talking about them or us?”
“Tou-fucking-ché. Up.” I gesture at the ladder with my chin and she starts to climb. I stay below her, enjoying the view and sampling it by popping the right globe of her ass with a quick smack. It bounces back nicely, making climbing the ladder a bit more difficult as my cock thickens in my jeans.
“Oh!” Al exclaims at the spank, but when she looks down at me, ready to give me hell, I can see the heat in her eyes. “Don’t make me fall!”
She’s joking, but I’m dead-serious as I answer truthfully, meaning so much more than her footing on the ladder. “That’s the plan, Al.”
That shuts her right up and she turns back around, hustling the rest of the way up.
I follow, and once in the hayloft, I search her expression.
There’s a longing there, but uncertainty too.
She blinks, and the view to the depths of her mind clouds over with lust. I want all of her, even those scary thoughts, but I’ll let her hide a bit longer.
I’m getting to her, more and more, bit by bit. And she’s getting to me too. Just like I want. I want to weave myself into her and never let go.
“Come here.” She hooks her finger, bidding me closer, and I stalk toward her, trapping her in the back corner by a stack of bales.
“Whatcha gonna do now that you got me where ya want me?” It’s a dare and we both know it. I’m also giving her a chance to lead for a minute because we both know that once we’re naked, things will change.
But if she wants to talk instead, I’m down for that. I want every bit of her—mind, body, and soul. And I’ll get them all in due time.
Her eyes drift off, taking in the hayloft like it’s a new space even though nothing much has changed since the last time she was up here, and then they return to me. She used the pause to devise a plan. I can see it in the subtle flicker in her baby blues.
She ducks past me, expecting me to grab her again, but I’m intrigued and want to let this play out to see what she’s got in mind. She stands on her tippy toes, reaching into a small crate screwed into the wooden wall, and pulls out an old quilt.
It’s not the same one from ten years ago. That one gave in to the passage of time and the effects of the elements years ago. But there’s always a new one to take the last one’s place. She smiles, fingering it lightly. “It’s soft.”
I grunt, never having noticed one way or another.
She flicks her wrist, letting the blanket bubble in the air before floating to the floor, and then sits down on it looking prim and proper.
Suddenly, I want this quilt to be soft as butterfly wings because she’s going to need the contrast of the soft cocoon with how I want to fuck her.
Rough, dirty, hard . . . till she’s begging to stop coming on my cock.
I drop down next to her, knowing she can see all that in my eyes. I don’t even try to hide it from her. I want her to not only know but to want it too. To want me too.
I’ll have her love me again by filling her sweet pussy, writing my name on her silken walls with my cum, and working my way into her heart with as much patience as she needs. I’ve waited ten years. I can wait a little longer. But not to fuck her, not to make love to her.
I’m not sure where to start. I want to do everything, touch her everywhere all at once. But I begin with a kiss. Such a simple word for a decidedly not-simple thing. I taste her, sipping at her lips until she opens willingly for me, her lips parting on a sigh.
It’s my entry point. I shove my tongue into her mouth, cupping her jaw and trailing down to gently squeeze at her neck, not hurting but letting her know that playtime’s over as she falls back to the blanket, spreading out like a goddess.
Her moan of agreement is dark and heady.
“Take your clothes off, Al. Show me those pretty tits and that gorgeous pussy.”
She rips her shirt and bra off first, and I can’t wait.
I dive for her, sucking one and then the other into my mouth, my tongue tracing circles on her skin.
One of her hands pulls my hair, holding me to her, and the other works feverishly between us on the button of her jeans.
Impatient for more, I help her by ripping her pants and panties down her legs as she toes off her shoes.
She’s blissfully naked, bare before me, and I’m fully dressed.
It’s symbolically the exact opposite of our emotions.
She’ll give me her body freely, but she’s cautious with her heart.
I’ll give her everything I am, yet I’m still in my clothes, a barrier between us.
It’s for her benefit, though, because I need to lick her, and if I strip, I’m going to slam into her without a proper taste.
Pushing her knees open, I can see the slick shine of her arousal coating her lips. I lie down between her thighs, settling in to eat her out until she’s begging for my cock. I lap at her, teasing us both for a moment before devouring her.
I can feel her legs trembling, her thighs trying to close around my ears and her hips bucking even as she tries to stay still.
I wrap my arms under her thighs, locking my fingers together over her belly like I’m prone at her altar.
But I’m no good boy praying for mercy or forgiveness right now.
No, I’m the filthy fucker who already possesses Allyson.
She just needs a little reminding of that fact.
A reminder I’m more than happy to give her.
I use the strength in my forearms to force her to my mouth and hold her immobile. “I’m gonna lick you, suck you, fuck you with my tongue until you come for me, baby.” The words are sweet purrs against her soft lips.
“Yes . . .” she sighs out, hunger in the bit of growl beneath the breath.
I do as promised, knowing exactly what will get her to the edge quickly, but then I back off to let the orgasm slip away. She whines and I do it again. And again.
By the third time she’s teetering on that knife-sharp edge, she’s begging as she scratches at my arms. She’s not trying to get free. She’s using me for leverage to shove her pussy to my mouth. “Make me come, Bruce. Please.”
I love that demanding tone, the backbone when she tells me what she wants so clearly.
I suck her clit into my mouth, battering it with my tongue in rhythm with the suction.
Her pussy drenches me as she cries out my name, and while a part of me celebrates my name on her lips, I don’t lose focus as I coax her through the orgasm and tease her with the promise of another.
“Damn it, Allyson. I need to fuck you now.” I sound like a monster, my voice gone even deeper and barely even forming human words. I yank at my clothes, focusing on my jeans as she pulls at my shirt. As soon as my cock is free, I slam into her.
Home. Bliss. Heaven.
She is all those to me and more. She is mine, and just as importantly, I’m hers. I always have been.
She cries out at the sharp invasion, her walls clamping down on me tightly at the shock. But I talk her through it, crashing into her to punctuate every word. “Too tight, God, you feel too good. Relax, baby, or you’re gonna make me come already.”
Her walls relax for a moment, a fresh gush of her juices letting me know that she’s okay as she digs her nails into my back and squeezes my hips with her knees, pulling me against her even as she takes me deeper.
Soon, she starts fucking me back. It’s a match to a stick of dynamite, and we explode in a mass of writhing need. It’s messy, it’s loud, it’s wild. It’s everything.
Even in the chaos of fucking like animals, there’s more to it. An undercurrent flows through us, surrounding us. This is more than we had when we were young, more than I dreamed I’d ever have now, with Allyson or anyone. Even when we’re rough and filthy, it’s with love.
I love her. I know I do, and I always have.
The words are on the tip of my tongue, dying to be spoken into existence—shouted from rooftops and whispered in her ear, roared into the night and murmured on her skin—but not like this.
I don’t want her to think I said it because we’re in the middle of having sex, and there’s still a real chance she’ll freak out on me, so I grit my teeth, clenching my jaw so hard I can feel the strain in the muscles of my neck.
“Come with me, please,” I beg her. I’m not ashamed of it. I want her to come on my cock, squeeze me with her velvet sugar walls as she coats me with cum at the same time I paint my name inside her with mine.
Her breath hitches, and I’m done for. I fly and fall all at the same time—into her, into bliss, into black nothingness.
I fight to keep my eyes open even as they want to roll back in my head, closing in pleasure.
But I need to see her, know that this is real and that she is mine.
I can’t say the three words I want to yet, but with my dark eyes locked on her bright blue ones, I grunt out one word. “Allyson.”
It’s just her name, but there’s a deeper meaning and she knows it.
This is us. Only her and me.
I don’t know what happened with her ex, nor do I need to, to know that she didn’t have this with him. And I certainly haven’t felt anything remotely resembling how I feel for her.
I love her.