Chapter Six
Ox
I strip off Jo’s wet clothes as we stand in a soaking puddle on the kitchen floor. The trailer smells like fresh fruit and vanilla. It’s confirmed when I see the cake she’s baked in a display case on the counter.
These are the details I can’t wait to learn. I need to know everything. What she likes, what she eats, how she drinks her tea.
Her arms wrap around my shoulders and her cheeks blush. She’s so fucking beautiful. Perfection.
Leaning in, I sweep my lips across hers. It’s not a soft kiss. It’s rough and feral. It’s a claiming that I’ve been aching for since we stopped the other day. Maybe a good man would give her space, give her time to talk to her sister, wait it out until she’s in a better place.
I’ve never been a good man.
When our clothes have been stripped to the ground, I squeeze her ass and pull her into my chest.
I want to spend all night petting and caressing her, but I don’t have the self-control needed for that right now. I’ve been pent up for weeks. I need her.
Lifting her frame up onto the kitchen counter, I angle her back and scrape my teeth along the edges of her thigh and over her pussy. When she jerks, I lean in and cover her clit with my mouth, sucking hard.
Her curved frame shakes as she whines.
I dig two fingers inside and prepare her for me. I want her soaking wet. I want her desperate.
My jaw locks as I lick and suck, tasting the sweet juices she’s made. I’m not sure a man has ever been so lucky.
Jo’s fingers tug my hair, and she moans and grinds against my face. Every muscle in her body is tense and her lips are open, gasping for air. When I’m sure she’s about to come, I lift her off the counter, tossing her onto the edge of the couch.
“Be a good girl and bring that little pussy here for me.”
Her thighs are shaking and spread wide as her mouth hangs open. Her pussy is a soft shade of pink and she’s slick with fluid. It’s a sight I want to remember forever.
“You tell me if I should slow down, okay?”
She nods and pants as she stares at me. “Fuck me, hard . Give me everything you’ve got.”
There’s what I was looking for, what I’d missed. The need, the ache , the desperation .
I edge the head of my cock into her silk and press inside.
Moan after moan takes over her as she shakes. “You’re huge.”
“And you’re so fuckin’ tight, little one. Now be a good girl and take all of my cock.”
I want to be gentle. I want to show her that she’s loved and protected, but the urge to claim her is overwhelming. I need to fill her up.
Jo grips hold of my arms as I thrust in harder, pounding against her soft flesh as she cries out for relief.
My balls slap against her ass and every thrust is more reassurance of what we have.
“Tell me again you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she whines. “Keep going. I need to come.”
Reaching between her legs, I rub her clit with one hand and thrust against her gentle body. A bead of sweat gathers on my forehead, though the room is cold and we’re still soaked to the bone.
I pull her hips in tighter, still circling her clit, desperate for the sounds of her orgasm. “Keep those pretty eyes focused on me, little one. Be a good girl and come on my cock.”
“Yeah, yeah! I want it…” Moans and whines escape her lips, and it’s the most beautiful fucking music I’ve ever heard.
I’m so close now. There’s no way I’m holding out past the next few thrusts.
There’s a pop of stones outside of the trailer and my heart stiffens as I catch a shadow of Siren’s truck pulling into the driveway.
A good man would stop.
I’m not a good man.
I drive into my little one harder, manipulating the bundle of nerves more roughly. “Come for me, baby. I need it.”
She pants and screams, arching her head back away from the couch as I thrust into her little pussy harder.
The front steps creak and I realize now that the curtains are wide open.
Jo looks toward the window and her eyes widen before she glances toward me. Her tone is thick and wild as she yells, “Don’t stop!”
Her permission takes me over the edge. I pump into her twice more and release, spilling warmth into the deepest depths of her body as she clamps around me.
Reaching down, I muffle her screams with my palm and continue to thrust until my cock is twitching, and she’s shaking uncontrollably.
“Fuck,” I groan, lingering in her wetness.
As if the timing itself was divined by a higher power with a sense of humor, there’s a knock at the front door.
Jo glances toward me. “She can’t see us from there, but if she walks around the side, she will.”
I blow out a heavy breath and pull my little one toward me, holding her against my frame for a brief second before carrying her into the back for a change of clothes. We avoided one window at the door, but my truck is outside. Siren knows I’m here.
“We should tell her the truth,” I say, brushing out Jo’s wet hair.
The door knocks again. “I know you guys are here. I see your vehicles.”
Jo puffs her cheeks and blows out a breath. “Yeah, I guess we should. I’m hoping I’m filled with your babies now, anyway. So, we need to be honest.”
Something about hearing her say that sends a shock through me again, and my cock is already growing hard. I want her to have my babies. I want to fill her up. I want to give her everything.
I tuck into Jo’s hand and kiss the top of her head gently. “You want me to take the lead?”
She grins. “Kinda, but I should probably do this myself. It’s going to sound better coming from me.”
I nod and we walk down the hallway hand in hand.
Jo opens the door and Siren stares at us, her jaw dropped. “You two were fucking, weren’t you?”