Chapter Twenty-Two #2
“When my grandfather bought the property, he built a simple one-room cabin on it by himself.”
We step out onto the back deck, which is fully stocked with an outdoor kitchen. He leads me to the edge of the deck, right at the top of the short stairs. He points to the right, and sitting there is a small tin-roofed cabin with one simple front window.
“Is that your grandfather’s original cabin?”
He smiles. “Mostly. It’s a new roof, and I added a few more upgrades. But it’s basically the same.”
“That is so amazing that you could keep his cabin.”
“When he passed,” Mitch explains. “My dad had this cabin built.” He turns and points to the cabin behind us. “Over the years, I’ve added to it. The wall of windows, this deck, and the kitchen are all my upgrades.”
I have to say I’m so impressed. I always knew Mitch was great with his hands. Hell, I knew that even before he started helping me fix my home, but seeing how beautiful this cabin is has made me truly see his talent.
“Mitchell, this place is stunning. No wonder the boy’s love coming here.”
He grins turning back out to stare at the lake. “It has always been my special place. Even as a boy, it was where my father and I would come and bond. You are the first woman to step foot on this property.” He turns to look at me when he says the words.
“Wait, are you serious?”
He chuckles. “My mother was never interested in it. My grandfather built it for his escape, so he never invited my grandmother. I tried to invite Valerie once, and she didn’t want to come. She thought we were going camping in a small shack. So, you are the first woman to touch these grounds.”
My heart skips a beat. I clutch a hand to my chest.
“I feel honored.” And I really did. For him to share this special place with me lets me know he thinks highly of me.
Turning to face me fully, he tugs me into his chest. Placing his finger under my chin, he tilted my head up.
“I’m sorry for the last three weeks. I let some shit get into my head.”
I knew his distance wasn't a coincidence. Something went down that night at the poker game.
“What happened, Mitch?”
He shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it. Just know I tried, but I can’t do it.”
I’m so confused. What is he talking about? What did he try, and why can't he do it?
“Tried what?”
His lips land on mine, softly at first, but Mitch has never kissed me softly. This time is no different. He pushes his tongue into my mouth as his grip on my waist tightens. I move my arms up and around his neck.
He turns his head to the side, his tongue sliding across mine before he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth.
I moan, my body revealing how desperate it has been without this man.
It’s hard to go from getting the best sex you’ve ever had to getting cut off cold turkey.
When his kisses leave my mouth and move down to my neck, at the same time his hand slips to cup and squeeze my ass, I’m ready to bend over the rail of this deck and bust it open for him.
He must read my mind because he pulls away, smiling down at me. I pout, which causes him to chuckle.
“I’m going to feed you first. But don’t worry, I’m going to have your ass screaming and apologizing before the night ends.”
A literal shiver runs down my spine and then between my ass crack right up through my pussy.
He slaps my ass. “Go get comfortable. I’ll bring all the bags in.”
He holds my hand as he walks me back into the house.
Two hours later, I’m curled up on the floor of the living room, a glass of red wine in my hand, my knees tucked under my butt, leaning against a beautiful man, with a full belly.
I was at peace as I stared at the blazing fire in the fireplace.
We were right at the start of spring, where the days are warm but the nights can get chilly.
“What did Val say?” We were talking about the conversation he and Val had when he finally took Jacob back.
He takes a sip out of his beer bottle. The glow of the fire turns his tan skin to a beautiful bronze hue.
“She begged me not to take it to court. Promised that James would not return. I told her it wasn’t just about James, and if she ever tells my son to keep some bullshit like that from me...” His words faded.
Even now, the anger vibrating off him is obvious. I swear I’d never seen him as furious as he was that night.
“I’m glad the two of you could work it out. And hopefully Val learned a lesson from this. Because the next time, it won’t just be you beating up her dude.”
He looks at me and grins. “Oh, what are you going to do?”
I ignore his teasing tone. “Beat her ass.”
Mitch tosses his head back and laughs. He put his beer down on the coffee table in front of us before tugging me into his lap. Tossing one leg over his thighs, I straddled him. He cups my butt in his hands and places a kiss on my chin.
“You’re a fighter now?”
I take a drink out of my wine glass, emptying the rest of the glass. Once I’m done, he takes the glass from me and leans forward, pressing his face nearly into my chest, and places the glass on the coffee table behind me before leaning back.
“When it comes to my boys,” I say, cupping his face in my hands. “And yes, Jacob Benjamin Miller is one of my boys. I will go to war.”
I dropped a brief kiss on his lips before leaning back up.
“It’s my job as your man to make sure you never have to fight a battle. Even for our boys.”
He slips his hand up the back of my shirt and to my bra. With a simple flick of his wrist, he unclasped my bra, freeing my breasts. Moving his hands around to the front of my shirt, he lifted the fabric up along with my bra, exposing the skin he’d just freed.
He laps at my puckered nipple, twirling the tip of his tongue around my chocolate tip.
He then goes to the second tit to do the same thing before going back to the first one and sucking the sensitive flesh into his mouth.
I buck my hips into his lap, brushing my pussy against the bulge in his shorts.
“Mitchell,” I moan as he tugs his teeth against my buds.
He released my boobs before sucking my lip into his mouth. He then pushes his tongue between my lips and kisses me until I’m breathless.
Before long, I’m lying on my back on the soft plush rug.
Mitch is hovering above me on his knees.
His gaze runs over my face as if he’s hungry.
For a moment he just stares at me as if I’m a goddess that has landed here on earth.
This man has a way of making me feel so beautiful and sexy without ever uttering a word to me.
In the last four months of us being together, Mitch always takes the time to love on my body, kissing the areas that I once looked at and grimaced. So every chance I get, I like to thank him for his appreciation.
Lifting until I’m in a seated position, I stare up at him as I shove his shirt up his stomach, revealing his slight belly.
Leaning forward, I kiss his flesh before running my tongue around his navel.
I love the sound of his groans. There is nothing like a man moaning and letting you know he’s enjoying you.
I push his shirt up further, asking without words for him to take it off. He obliges, grabbing the t-shirt by the collar and yanking it off to toss on the ground.
Where Andrew was tall and lanky, Mitchell is meat and muscle.
And I loved every inch of his body. Keeping eye contact with him, I shove the waistband of his shorts down just enough to free his dick.
This is not the most comfortable position, but thankfully Mitch is long enough that the tip of his dick reaches past his navel.
Gripping his length, I allow saliva to pool into my mouth before spitting it onto his mushroom head. Keeping eye contact, I rub my spit into his dick, getting it good and wet. I then hollow out my cheeks and take in as much of him as I can.
He hisses above my head and widens his knees a little more. I go to work, bobbing my head up and down, slurping and slobbering on his dick.
“Gotdamn, El.” The words are groaned over my head.
I continue my work, trying to suck the soul out of this man.
His fingers dug into my hair, gripping my strands tightly but not painfully.
I stopped moving to allow him to fuck my face.
Without telling him, he knew exactly what I was asking for.
He rocks his hips, pushing the blunt end of his dick down my throat.
I hollow out my cheeks and flatten my tongue so it rubs the underside of his length.
When his movements become less controlled, I know he’s almost at his climax.
I look up at him, keeping my gaze locked with his.
“Fuck,” he roars, grabbing my head with both hands. He shoves in deep and suddenly, hot cream shoots into my mouth.
I latch onto the head of his length and suck harder.
“Oh shit,” he tries to pull out of my mouth, but I move my head with him, not allowing him to pull away.
Finally, I let him go, and he drops onto the back of his heels.
His breathing is ragged, his face is flushed, and he looks like he’s just been thoroughly worked over.
Smirking, I run my tongue over my lips, feeling proud.
There is nothing more fun than giving a man head when he lets you know he’s enjoying it.
Mitch wraps his hand around my neck, pulling me into his lips for a kiss. He moves me back onto my back. This time, when he leans over me, he quickly removes my clothes. Before long I’m lying beneath him fully naked. He stares at my body for so long that I question if something is wrong.
“This all still feels like a dream,” he says, licking his lips. “Having you here beneath me feels unreal.”
“I’m real, Mitch. And I’m yours.”