Chapter 30
JESSICA
I can feel the effort Reggie is making to hold still as he leans more of his weight down on me. The feeling of his cool skin against my overheated one is almost as overwhelming as this fullness inside of me.
The moment his lips brush against mine, my entire body feels like it’s going to combust. He has kissed me before, but now I can tell he was always holding back, as I feel like he is sucking the oxygen out of my lungs.
Reggie’s lips feel like a claim, a declaration of ownership that oddly enough I am not objecting to.
Reggie’s hips roll, slowly, deliberately as he fills me to the point that I don’t know where he ends and I begin. His large hands drag down my sides, his fingernails grazing me lightly and just enough that my body trembles between being tickled and teased.
“You are so small, like a priceless treasure that is strong enough to be handled roughly, but too precious to do so.”
He lifts me with one hand under my thigh like I weigh nothing.
Instinct takes over, and I wrap my legs around his waist, my hands grasping his large, muscular arms tightly.
He lowers his head so his tongue can flick my sensitive nipple, making me arch toward his eager mouth as he pulls one then the other into the heat of his mouth while moving slowly in and out of me.
My body’s becoming so overstimulated that I feel like my mind is in a cloud.
“More,” I hear myself whisper, or maybe I scream it out.
Somehow, he sinks deeper, stretching me even further.
The burn makes my breath studder, but beneath all of it is a pleasure unlike I could have ever imagined.
When his manhood finally bottoms out, with his hips flush against my own, I can feel his entire body trembling.
I hear what I swear sounds like a growl right before he pulls back a fraction, only to thrust forward harder.
I open my mouth, but no sound comes out as his hand grips my hip tightly. Slamming his mouth onto mine, Reggie thrusts … hard and deep. The bedframe groans as unexpected pleasure explodes through me in brutal shock waves.
He is like an animal marking me with his teeth, hands and scent for all to know I belong to him. I feel like I have been waiting my whole life for this … this connection, to feel worshiped with the hands of the man who claims and says he loves me.
“Come with me, Jess”, he whispers in my ear.
His hand drops between us, thumb pressing against my clit in perfect rhythm with his thrusts. I scream … loud and helpless. Heat floods me as I feel pulse after pulse of his hot seed filling me. Reggie catches himself just before he collapses over me, bracing just enough to keep from crushing me.
We lay there, shuddering, tangled souls wrecked, but finally whole.
When Reggie withdraws from me, my tender insides scream out with the light burn, but all is forgotten as he pulls me into his side.
We lay on top of the covers, the only sound the beating of our hearts and the silent contentment of finally feeling whole.
Standing here in the kitchen looking out over the field where the men are working with the new horses that were brought in a few days ago, I think of these last few weeks while trying to recreate Judy’s recipe for her magical cookies, as Reggie calls them.
I shake my head with a smile when I think about the letter he wrote to his mother, telling her about us and then asking for this recipe.
I swear her reply was so fast I wondered how, but the letter we received back was shockingly addressed directly to me from Reggie’s mom instead of him, asking how I managed to cure her son’s wandering spirit.
Along with this recipe and the promise that they would be arriving soon, she wanted not only to meet me but also to see the countryside that had lured her only son in.
In a panic after receiving that letter, I rode Zeus over to Lauren’s, apologizing for leaving so abruptly that day and begging her for advice and help in order to get our cabin ready for Reggie’s parents.
Thankfully, she has a big heart and instantly forgave me for scaring her.
We have spent the last three days sewing new curtains and a new tablecloth to match the tea set Reggie purchased for me.
Reggie and Grant both sat down with Milo, the silver mine’s foreman, to work out the next stages and discuss opening a new entrance.
Our days are hectic, but the nights are ours, even though we are still trying to find a routine in the life we are building out here together. I never dreamed that the moment I decided to get on that train I was going to endure a whirlwind adventure, or that the outcome would be such a blessing.
Checking the oven, I find the first batch of cookies is done just as Reggie opens the front door.
The moment his eyes find me, my heart flutters as I can’t believe he is mine.
Grant and Lauren follow closely behind him as Reggie strolls in.
He kisses me on the cheek before swiping a cookie off the sheet.
“Be careful. Those are hot and they’ll burn you.”
He has already swallowed half of it, and all I get is a chocolate smile.
“Ohhh, a woman after my heart, and I thought I could never love anyone the way I did Judy, but my dearest wife, it looks like you have outdone her, and now my heart belongs solely to you.”
“Incorrigible.”
“Yes, but you love me.”
“Yes … I do love you.”
“Oh, before I forget, Grant picked this up in town before coming out. I have a feeling we are going to have more company before long.”
Wiping my hands off, I take the letter from him as he steals another cookie, and my heart flips in my chest when I see the familiar handwriting. It’s from Victoria. I never thought I would find anyone who wanted me for just me, and now I have an abundance.
Once everyone is busy fawning over the cookies, I sneak out onto the porch, opening the letter.
Even though there are several pages inside, the first one has one simple question across the top, and I catch myself laughing out loud.
“How’s married life?”
The End
Reggie’s Parents.