Chapter Six
Scout
Playing games is fun until it stops being fun.
That round of truth or dare with Sebastian is the most fun I have ever had. I want to play more. I have been itching for another round since I left his place yesterday. I left him my panties and a whispered promise to play again soon. I’ve been waiting to see his handsome face and crooked smile all day.
Only it’s getting late time, and he is not here. I am in my head, coming up with a dozen excuses for him. He had to work late at the landing—on a Sunday. Could happen. He got stuck in a storm that did not hit town but kept him on the mountain. But it all leads back to the same fear.
Was what we shared nothing more than a one-round game?
“Call him. Text him, sext him, whatever—it is the 21 st century, babes,” Tre reminds me as if I have not agonized over wanting to talk to him.
“I am a new century woman, friend,” I say with a snarky look. “I just slept with him before I got his number. Never even got his last name.”
“Wilde. His last name is Wilde. Been up at the landing a few years. Never once has he taken a woman out of here. No mention of any other women. Not that you asked, but just thought you might care to know.”
Flushing because, yeah, I want to know that I nod my head. I become very busy washing glasses while I think about what she said. His place is tucked up on the mountain and something told me he rarely receives visitors. Not just a random woman he brought home from a bar—but no one at all.
Why does my grumpy lumberjack hide up on that mountain?
Just thinking about him being up there now, wondering what I am doing down here, worries me. If I had just talked to him last night. Told him a little about me, about why I had to go in a rush. Rubbing at the tender tips of my fingers, I sigh. It is not something I tell people because I hate admitting it.
“Hey uh...would you mind too much if I...” Tre grins at me before I can even finish asking.
“No, I do not mind. Go see that lumberjack of yours, babes.”
Laughing, I hang up my apron and go. Before I head up the mountain, I stop at my place above the bar. It is a little shoebox of an apartment, but it’s safe, it’s cheap, and I’ve tried to make it with some bright curtains and cute knickknacks here and there. Smiling at my favorite, a bright pink Minnie Mouse mirror hanging by the door, I head out.
Slinging my sparkling Minnie Mouse backpack over my back, I climb on my bright red Vespa and take off. It’s twilight as I head for the cabin, the skies amber overhead. The air is crisp and cool, smelling of the burning fires sending puffs of smoke from smokestacks. I recall his fireplace going last night and suddenly all I want is to be cuddled up with him, skin to skin, as we talk about why I left. Maybe we just talk about why I went home with him.
Reaching the cabin, I take a moment to appreciate it. It is cute and small, perfect for just us. Something warm burns in my chest, much like the fire burning inside. I have not had a home in a very long time. Not just a place. That feeling you get when you go home and the pictures on the wall show your life, the books on the shelves are well-read, and the kitchen always has your favorite tea in the cabinet and a worn table from a dozen dinners with good conversation and laughter.
“Sebastian is a place I could call home,” I whisper to myself.
Parking the Vespa beside his battered truck, I climb off, then bound up the steps. I do not knock. Something tells me he wouldn’t mind. I let myself in, knowing he wouldn’t bother to lock the door. Who is going to bust in on a huge lumberjack who has an axe on hand?
“Sebastian? I’m home, sugar,” I tease beneath my breath as I close the door behind me.
There is no sign of him on the first floor, but I wander around a little, anyway. We never got to a tour last night. Passing the fireplace—where a small fire still burns—I circle the small kitchen, taking it all in. Closing my eyes, I imagine being here, making him a meal as he tells me about his day on the landing. I never saw myself as a domestic diva, but here we are.
Climbing the stairs, I undress as I go. I could make a fool of myself coming here, climbing right in bed with him, but I hope not. Besides, I have done plenty of foolish things—none of them come close to how being with Sebastian feels. It would be worth the risk of being a fool for him.
Stepping inside the bedroom, I find him fast asleep. Smiling as I round the bed, I reach down to brush a lock of dark hair off his forehead. Spotting my panties clutched in his hands, I am filled with relief. Good. I am not going to make a fool of myself here. Pulling back the sheets, I climb in next to him, warmed by his bare skin as I press close.
“Hmm, baby,” he hums, his thick arms winding around me.
All at once, his big body goes still. His head rears back, his eyes fluttering in the dim light of the bedroom. Those dark eyes of his darken to almost black as his hands tighten on me, pulling me hard against his chest. I gasp as he moves us, pinning me beneath him as his eyes grow wild.
Having him pin me down turns me on. I rub against him greedily, feeling the heavy weight of his erection against my thigh. I reach out to touch him, to feel him beneath my fingertips, but he stops me. Grabbing my hands, he clasps them at the wrists, slamming them above my head. I am not afraid even though we barely know each other. I trust he would never hurt me.
“Truth or dare,” I whisper as he stares accusingly, his chest heaving with his labored breaths, his body trembling against mine.
“ Dare ,” he rasps, dipping his head to drag his mouth up my jaw, to press his mouth against my ear. “About to fuck you until you beg me to stop. Dare you to tell me to stop,” he growls as he rubs his cock against my bare slit.
Whimpering, I shake my head. I do not want him to stop. I cry out as he thrusts deep in one fluid motion, his head lowering to seal his mouth to mine. His kiss is demanding, angry, fueled by hunger and need. I fight back, licking his mouth hungrily, sucking greedily at his tongue. His teeth nip my lip, and I moan, daring him to hurt me, to push me, to take whatever he needs to take.
“Yes, yes,” I pant as he draws back, growling that deep, raw growl that just makes me wetter around his pounding cock. “Am I being punished?”
“Yes, I want to punish you. I want to hurt you. Will you let me? Do you dare let me hurt you, Scout?”
“Yes, baby,” I moan as he reaches between us, pinching my clit hard, sending fissures of pleasure through me.
Sebastian pulls back, flipping me beneath him. Drawing me up on my knees, he drags my ass back and I wait for him to slam back into me. He does not. His hand comes down on my left cheek, stinging it with a slap. I jerk, but I am overwhelmed with the pleasure that zings right to my clit. He smacks the other cheek, and I mewl, falling forward on my arms.
“That’s it, give me what I need, baby. Come back, take my cock in that little cunt,” he smacks me again and grips a fistful of my hair and I shout in pleasure as I rock back, letting him shove deep inside me from behind.
Shuddering beneath him as he pounds into me, I arc to his powerful thrusts. His hand still fists my hair, yanking my head back. Bending over me, he claims my mouth in a brutal kiss, whispering filthy words, telling me how I belong to him now, how he wants to own me, to punish me, please me.
“Oh god. Oh yes. I am going to come. Sebastian, please...” I cry out as he chuckles and pulls out of me, smothering my orgasm before it comes.
“Come here, open that greedy mouth,” he commands as he bends me to the side, his cock shoving down my throat in a single thrust. “Ah, that’s it. That’s it, good girl. Don’t you let me come in your mouth. My cum goes in your pussy and nowhere else. That is where it belongs. Nod your head. Tell me where my cum belongs, baby,” he growls, pulling me off his dick with a pop, bending to stare into my eyes as he waits.
“Inside me. Fill me up. I want it, I want it. Come in my cunt, baby.”
Sebastian howls before he pushes me back down on the bed. Two smacks land on each cheek before he grabs hold of my ass, lifting me. I let out a guttural moan as his tongue slips between my thighs, licking me from clit to ass, the sound of him sucking at my stickiness loud. Rising over me, his huge body pins me down as he slams all nine inches of his thick cock back inside of me, uttering the most satisfied groan.
“Jesus, this pussy is so greedy for my cum,” he roars as he comes, jerking his hips to slam against me again, again, once more.
“Oh! Yes, yes! I’m coming...oh yes, like that!”
Sebastian grips the back of my neck, hauling me up to hold me to his chest. Sliding his hands to cup my jaw, he yanks my head back, licking his tongue into my mouth. We’re both still coming as we rock against each other. We collapse on the bed in a tangle of trembling limbs.
Locking me to his chest, he stays quiet for a long time. Catching my breath, I try to move, to turn to face him. He won’t let me. He is scared. Holding me almost too tightly, he is whispering against the back of my neck. My name, questions about why I left, where I went, they stream out of him as one long, shaking, diatribe.
“Baby,” I hum, so at ease with our intimacy. There is no pretense, no waiting for the right moment or time to let this happen. It is the right time. We’re most definitely happening. Turning in his arms, I lie facing him as I cradle his face. “I have something I need to tell you.”
“Do I need to fight for you?”
Something soft, warm and new blooms inside of me. Sebastian would fight for me, I see it in his storming eyes. Not just with another man. With whatever might keep us apart. He would put up a fight, and I dare anyone to think they would ever win against this sweet, feral, possessive man.
“No, baby. Well, in a way, I suppose, yes. I have diabetes. It was what killed my mother. What she battled my entire life, and we both hoped I wouldn’t wind up with. Mother loved life, and sweets, and drink, and it blindsided her. We’re big, robust, we just never expected it. I am managing it well,” I offer one bit of good news in this sad news salad.
Sebastian’s eyes grow more intense than ever as he draws me closer. Grabbing my hand, he brings my fingertips to his mouth. I nod as he brushes his lips over the tips, where dozens of pinpricks mar the skin. He kisses each fingertip gently, bringing tears to my eyes.
“I will help manage it. Whatever we need to do, whatever I have to learn to make it easier, I will, Scout. What do you need from me?”
Smiling at him, I push closer, warmed by his immediate acceptance. There is just one thing I want from him. “Just you. I just want you, Sebastian. I was not sneaking out after a hot one-night stand with the sexy lumberjack. I had to get meds, test, all less-than-sexy stuff,” I explain, brushing his dark hair back from his face.
“Wrong. Very wrong, honey. You, being a fighter, is very sexy. I just...I guess I assumed you left because that was it. It was easier to leave than talk about labels or whatever this was. I hated it, but I am not good with this stuff, I guess. I was working up the courage to come to you, Scout. I am just...I was burned before so I think I was a just afraid of getting burned again.”
Bending my head, I kiss him to shut up his rambling. It is very cute, and I will let him ramble all he wants another time. Right now, I just want to kiss him. I want to hold him close and wash away any fears he has of being burned again. I press as close as I can get to him, gasping when he grabs my thigh to hike it over his hip, pressing his jutting cock against me.
There is tension in his body still, something is still bothering him. As much as I want him inside me, as much as I ache for it, we need to talk about this. We might both be bad at relationships, but I think we can get it right together. Pulling back, I gaze up at him for a moment before it clicks.
“We need labels, yes? My growly lumberjack wants to know what we call this?”
“Yes. I need to know.... wait, don’t go,” he mumbles as I untangle myself to rush from the room.
Before I get far, I hear him stomping down the stairs just as I reach the kitchen. Thank goodness I gave myself a brief tour earlier. Laughing as I scramble to find what I am looking for before he gets to me, I shout in triumph. Pulling a thick black marker from a drawer full of pens, papers, and condiments, I rush to him before he can get to wound up.
“Come here, sugar,” I purr, wiggling a finger at him as his huge, naked, beautiful body stands in the kitchen doorway. Hopping on top of the kitchen island, I wait. Like the eager creature he is, he comes close, yanking me all the way to the edge of the island, forcing a laugh out of me.
“What are you up to, honey?” Sebastian asks with a smirk.
“We want labels, yes? Labels work for me,” I tell him, pulling the cap of the marker off with my teeth.
Focusing, I write my name in big, looping letters on his chest. Right over his heart. Pulling back as he laughs, I do it again, this time on his stomach—there I add an arrow pointing right to his goods. Just because he is letting me, I also write my name on his neck, taking time to make it look good. Once the marker dries, I bend to kiss each spot. Pushing at him, I drop to the floor to kneel in front of him. Holding his gaze, I kiss each of the arrows, the big, looping circles of my name, then lower.
“Jesus, you’re pretty on your knees,” he grunts, his rough hands gathering my hair at the nape of my neck. “Open for me, honey. That’s it, just like that,” he hisses, pushing the swollen crown of his cock past my lips.
Knelt on the floor, I suck and lick his thick length, eating up his grunts, the sexy groans he gives me. It makes me feel so good, so powerful to reduce him to that. Before he comes, he pulls out of my mouth, yanking me to my feet. Lifting me with ease, he lies me down on the island. Taking his time, he writes his name beneath each breast, down each thigh, and then above my pussy.
“Mine,” he growls, writing that instead of his name. “All of you, Scout. You belong to me. Say it. I love seeing it on your skin, but you need to say it. I want labels, I want strings, I am tied to you honey.”
“Yes, yours. I am yours. I want labels too. I belong to you,” I swear as I sit up, locking my limbs around him. Reaching between us, I wrap my hand round him to guide him inside of me.
We both moan as he slowly fills me, my brow to his, our lips touching. It is the single most erotic, intimate moment I have ever felt before. I gasp as his hands grab hold of me, lifting me again. We move together, making love without haste, without fear that it is going to end. It can’t end, not when it feels this good, when it feels this right.
Sebastian can label me all he wants because I want his labels, I want those ties, I want it all.