Chapter 9
TRIG
Ellie got into her head and it was obvious she was embarrassed about what we did.
I wouldn’t let her because we’d done nothing wrong.
It’d been the hottest fuckin’ sexual experience of my life and we’d still had our clothes on.
The chemistry between us was insane. She might be stuck here with me, but I wasn’t taking advantage.
Ladies came first. I’d ensured she was well satisfied before I marked her.
I didn’t even fuck her. I could’ve. When she’d been bent over the kitchen table, I could’ve crammed into her virgin pussy and made her truly mine.
Fuck, the idea of other men and her pussy made me want to punch a wall.
It was clear she had a very passionate nature, but it was well hidden. She didn’t even seem to know it existed. She wanted to be a good girl so fucking bad, but she thought she was a bad girl for getting a finger bang and a cum shower from me. Just the opposite was the case.
I had so much to teach her. About herself, about what it would be like between us.
There would be no secrets. Nothing to hide. Nothing shameful. What we did, no matter how filthy, was right.
I’d make her see that, one orgasm at a time. To get her to see I was hers as much as she was mine by the time the roads cleared.
After a quiet and slightly awkward breakfast–since she’d only gotten one bite of it before I bent her over the table, I pulled her to my huge couch and made her pick a movie to watch.
At first, she’d tucked herself into the far corner of the sectional, but I wasn’t having any distance between us. I sprawled out with my legs on the ottoman and Ellie tucked into my side. I grabbed a fleece throw blanket and tossed it over our legs.
With the fire blazing, it was fucking cozy.
This. Fuck, my woman in my arms, sated from an orgasm I gave her, settled on my couch watching movies on a snow day? Perfection.
“What do you want to do with your degree?” I asked her.
“Oh, um… some kind of accounting job. Tax office or finance department somewhere.”
Her head was tucked into my shoulder and her hand rested on my chest. Her fingers played absently with the button on my shirt. I’d tucked my dick away after I came, but it was hard again. No, not again. It never went down even after emptying my balls all over her.
“You don’t sound like you like it all that much.”
She sighed. I felt her warm breath against my skin through my shirt. “Not really.”
“Then why are you studying it?”
“Because I want a job that pays well. Stability. I don’t want to work at a diner my whole life.”
“You’re a cook?”
“Waitress. I work full time while I’m in school.”
“That’s a lot, sugar.”
She shrugged. “That’s life. I get free meals when I work and it’s on the bus line.”
And life to her sounded real fuckin’ difficult.
“If you could pick whatever you wanted to study, what would it be? Ever dream of bein’ a barrel racer? I could see you on the back of a horse like my sister, Lainey.”
She looked up at me and rolled her eyes.
“Just sayin’.”
She was quiet for a bit, watching the movie. Eventually, she said, “If I could do anything I wanted, I wouldn’t pick a different major. I’d quit. Even though I have a scholarship, I wouldn’t go to school.”
“Oh?”
She sighed. “I can’t ride a horse and I don’t want to take up bull riding or anything.”
“That’s good, sugar, because there’s no fuckin’ way your sweet ass is getting anywhere near a bull.”
She laughed and it was the sweetest sound. “I want a family.”
I stilled. Held my breath. Every molecule of my body froze at her words. “Oh?”
“My mother is a drunk who lives off a continuous stream of sketchy boyfriends. Some of them were more interested in me than her, so I pretty much lived at the library. Mrs. Ramirez, one of the librarians, came to my high school graduation instead of my mom.”
I didn’t harm women, but what I was hearing about her mother was making me reconsider.
“And your daddy?” I asked.
She sighed. “My parents divorced when I was eight. My father wasn’t around after that. I don’t have any brothers or sisters, so not really any kind of family. I want a husband and babies. Lots of babies so I can shower them with love.”
Fuck me.
Sure, my dick pulsed at the idea of filling her with all those babies, but her words were heartbreaking. She didn’t want to be alone. She wanted to be loved.
The fuckin’ librarian went to her graduation?
I didn’t know who her parents were, but both of them weren’t just selfish assholes, but idiots, too, for not seeing how amazing Ellie was.
She’d get that huge-ass family from me. No question my brothers would be excited to have another sister, Lainey would be beside herself with another girl in the family and thrilled she wouldn’t be alone any longer when fighting her brothers. My parents were going to love Ellie.
I was going to love her. And all the babies we were going to start making as soon as fuckin’ possible. Now that I knew this was her dream, I’d make it come true.
“There’s nothing wrong with wanting that,” I said finally, kissing the top of her head. “Nothing at all.”