Chapter 9
LAUREN
Strange shadows fall on the ceiling from a crack in the curtain. The wind rustles the trees outside, and there’s the call of animals that I can’t identify.
To try to find a comfortable position, I throw one leg over the other and lie on my side. The top of my thigh grazes my pussy, setting off the dull ache that hasn’t left since the make-out session on the couch with Dean.
I roll onto my back, but it doesn’t ease the throb. The strange patterns on the ceiling caused by the leaves from a large tree outside look like a giant vulva pulsing every time the wind moves them. It’s like one of those inkblot tests, and I don’t need a shrink to tell me what I’ve got on my mind.
I check my phone, and it’s almost one in the morning. The house has been quiet for hours, and I’m lying here watching pulsing vulva shadows while my own vulva screams out at me to give it a release.
I reach a hand between my legs, but I already know it won’t be enough. How have I survived ten years without having sex?
I know the answer to that one. Because I hadn’t met Dean Foley. The man has awoken a need in me I thought had died with motherhood.
I was seventeen when I fell pregnant with Kieren.
Marrying Mark seemed like the sensible thing to do.
He was kind to me back then, and I was naive.
I didn’t realize how he earned his money.
I was too busy with the baby to understand what was going on.
When I realized what Mark was into, I packed up mine and Kieren’s things and left.
It was fine for a few years until Kieren turned eight and Mark got this idea in his head that he wanted his son to work for him. Luckily, he was arrested soon afterward.
Kieren has always been my priority. I pushed every other need I had aside.
I put myself through nursing school, choosing it partly because I like helping people and partly because there are always a lot of short-term contracts available.
It enabled me to move around the state and made it harder for Mark to find us.
But now, as I lie in the dark watching a vulva pulse on the ceiling, I feel two things I haven’t felt in a long time: safe and horny. And I’ve got Dean to thank for both of those.
My entire life I’ve taken care of myself and Kieren.
I’m independent and capable, so maybe it’s time to take care of my needs too, especially this one particular need.
I’m not a naive seventeen-year-old anymore.
I’m a grown ass woman, and I’ve never shied away from doing what needs to be done.
And my throbbing pussy tells me something needs to be done.
Before I can change my mind, I throw back the blankets and slip out of bed.
The door creaks as I ease it open, and I hold my breath.
But nothing stirs in the cabin. Kieren’s room is at the end of the hall, and I sneak down there and pause with my ear to the door.
The only sound is his gentle snoring. It feels like only a minute ago he was a young boy, and I was sneaking into his room to pull the blankets up over his sleeping body before I went to bed.
He used to sleep with his leg sticking out of the covers and one arm thrown over his head, his cuddly toy rabbit still clutched under his other arm.
Now he’s almost a man, and his snores rattle the door. I resist the urge to peer in at my son and instead turn the other way and continue to the room at the other end of the hall. Dean’s room.
I push the door open, and there’s no sound. No snoring, no breathing.
“Dean?” I whisper, suddenly uncertain.
He lifts up on his elbow and pulls the bedsheets back. “I was hoping you’d come, Bo.”
“I couldn’t sleep.”
“Me neither.”
I climb into his warm bed, and my heart thunders in my chest as he pulls me toward him. Our lips find each other in the dark, and his hands slide down my body.
I roll toward him, pressing my hips against his, trying to ease the ache between my legs.
“You need some help getting to sleep?”
His hand slides between my legs, and I sigh as he hits the perfect spot.
“Yes,” I whimper.
He slides his hand into the waist of my pajama pants, and I open my thighs to give him access.
“You’re so wet. Is this all for me?”
“It’s been a long time.”
“Good.” His voice is a soft growl as he strokes my sensitive nub. His finger slides inside me and curls inward. “You’re nice and tight, Bo. As if it’s your first time.”
I can’t speak. I can only moan as his fingers get to work, drawing me onward. I grab his arms and bury my face in his shoulder to stifle the sounds I’m making, animalistic whimpers that don’t sound like myself.
“Dean,” I squeak out his name as his palm presses against my clit, and then I’m over the edge, coming on his hand as I bite his shoulder to stop from crying out.
Dean shifts in the bed and tugs my pajamas off. “Next time you come, it’s going to be with my cock inside you.”
My fingers tug at his briefs, and I slide them down his muscular thighs. His cock pops out and I press against him, making him groan as I roll it over my belly. It comes away sticky, and I shimmy up the bed so our naked bodies align.
Without having to ask, Dean grabs a condom from the nightstand and slides it on. I appreciate this show of care, keeping me protected in one more way.
Dean’s muscles ripple in the moonlight, and I run my hand over the hardness of his chest, remembering the first night I saw him and the way his muscles moved as he lowered himself to do push-ups.
“I want you on top of me.” I’ve learned in life you have to ask for what you want, and I want to be under him, clinging to his rippling muscles as he thrusts into me.
He chuckles at my request. “Anything you want, Bo.”
Dean grabs the base of his cock in his hand and nudges my thighs apart. My eyes widen at the size of him. It’s huge, like the rest of him. His cock is long and beautiful, and he directs it to my opening.
“You ready for this?” He pushes the tip in, and we both gasp.
“So ready.”
I run my fingers over his biceps and grab hold of one in each hand as Dean thrusts into me.
My back arches, and I stifle a scream. It’s tight, like the first time all over again, but so much better.
I grab his arms so tight the skin starts to go white around my fingers.
Then he moves again, and my pussy relaxes, and all the good feelings whoosh in at once.
I’m so full I can barely move, but somehow, miraculously, my hips rise to meet his and my legs wrap around his waist, forcing him deeper.
“You feel so fucking good.” Dean’s voice is strained, and I love that I do that to him.
“I’m all yours, Dean. Make it feel good.”
And he does. He fucks me hard and slow and kisses every part of me he can reach. I cling to his muscles, and when I peak, he gives a final thrust, then explodes with me.
Afterward, he rolls me over to the side and somehow manages to keep his dick inside me. Then I’m on top of him and wiggling, and he grows hard inside of me.
“I can’t get enough of you.” His voice is husky.
This time I stay on top and ride him, my hands pressing into the hard muscles of his chest. It’s slower, but no less intense, and it’s not until I’ve come another three times that I fall, exhausted, onto the pillow.
Dean wraps his arms around me, a simple show of care and protection that brings tears to my eyes.
I didn’t know what I was missing for all those years.
I fall into an easy, deep sleep, the sleep of a woman who has nothing to fear.
I wake before dawn and creep back to my bed, so that when Kieren wakes in the morning, he has no idea what I’ve been up to in the night.