Chapter 13
SAGE
We were in Buck’s kitchen within ten minutes. He’d set me atop his counter and worked off my boots.
“What made you–”
“Change my mind?” I asked, cutting him off.
He tugged off one boot, flung it behind him so it thumped by the door to the garage, then went to work on the next.
“I think too much,” I admitted.
He tossed the other boot to join the first. He moved onto my socks.
“I shouldn’t want to be here with you like this. We met two days ago. I shouldn’t have done what we did in the tractor.”
He got both socks off and moved to my coat, sliding the zipper down.
“I shouldn’t be sharing a bed. Any of it.”
“But…”
“But that’s my brain talking. Who falls for a guy they just met?”
“Ma. Ellie. Molly. Katie. Lainey. Taylor. Cammie. Frankie.”
He listed every one of the women in the Wilder family. And look how happy they were.
“Me.”
His gaze narrowed as he pushed the coat off my shoulders and down my arms.
“You’ve fallen for me?” He let the coat drop to the floor. “I’ve fallen for you.”
“I know. I shouldn’t have looked before I leaped. I’m leaping now, Buck. With you.”
He stepped between my parted legs and kissed me, his hands cupping my face. I wrapped my legs around his waist, not wanting to let him move away. His tongue found mine. Tangled.
With a growl, he cupped my butt and lifted me, carrying me upstairs and to his big bed, lowering me onto it, following me down. With a hand by my head, he propped himself up. Kept right on kissing.
Then, as if he finally needed to breathe, he pulled back.
“Clothes. Off. Now.”
I laughed, then worked at my diner-wear as he stood at the side of the bed and shucked his flannel and jeans until he was naked before me.
I was sitting up, pushing down my leggings and panties and paused to look my fill.
I saw his dick the day before in the tractor.
I knew how big it was. How impressive. But I’d never seen him bare.
His shoulders were wide and defined, tapering into a sturdy chest with a smattering of dark chest hair between flat nipples.
It, too, tapered to his abs and lower to a thatch at the base of his dick.
The one that curved thickly up to his navel, bobbing and smearing pre-cum onto his skin.
His hips were narrow, legs long and well muscled.
And he was all mine.
He stepped to the edge of the bed, gripped his dick and began to stroke it from root to tip. He tipped his chin at me and I realized I’d stopped to stare.
I pushed off my clumped up leggings and panties, then pulled the t-shirt over my head. My bra dropped last. Shifting to my hands and knees, I crawled toward him.
Toward that dick he’d denied me.
His hand stilled, but he held it so the flared crown was an inch from my mouth. Flicking out my tongue, I got that drip of cum and licked it up.
“Fuck,” he breathed, and a little more came from the slit. I got that bit, too.
His free hand went to stroke my hair, then grip the braid and give a gentle tug. I was forced to look up at him and my mouth slipped away.
“You want my cum, it goes in that pussy. Every drop from now on until you’ve got my baby in you.”
When he’d first talked about giving me a baby when we’d been at the hospital, it’d been like a kink had been unlocked. Now… now that I was ready for this, it made me so wet.
“Lie back, sweetheart.”
I crabwalked backward a few steps, then flopped down. Kept my gaze on him.
“Spread those legs. Show me my pussy.” His voice was a deep growl.
I did as he wanted and his gaze dropped.
“Fuck, you’re pretty.”
“Buck,” I said, not understanding why he was standing there when I was naked and in his bed, my legs spread and ready to be fucked.
He must’ve heard my frustration because he put a knee on the bed and came over me. He settled between my thighs, his dick sliding through my slick folds.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” Buck said, stroking my hair back from my face. “You ready for me?”
He reached between us, slid one finger, then two, deep inside me.
I arched my back.
“I’m ready!” I cried.
“I’m gonna take my time with you. Next time. Now, I gotta fuck you.”
He rolled his hips and he slid into me in one long thrust.
My hands clawed at his back as he stretched me open. Buck may have been right in saying that Jackson had a pencil dick because… wow. I was so full. Crammed. So deep, it was just shy of painful. My body clenched around him, trying to adjust.
“You feel like heaven,” he said, his head dropping to my neck. He kissed me there as he rolled his hips, pulling back, then fucking deep. He took me hard.
Fast.
I moaned. He groaned.
I begged. He fucked.
My knees clenched his hips.
He lifted his head, met my eyes. “Ready for my cum, sweetheart?”
I nodded, licked my lips. “Yes,” I breathed.
“Gotta come for me then. That pussy needs to milk all of it from me.”
Okay, I liked dirty talk. Buck was ridiculously good at it.
But this was different. This was a kink I hadn’t known I had until him.
Before now, it’d been talk, not action. He was going to give me a baby.
He was going to fuck me nice and deep and fill me with his cum.
So much of it that my body didn’t have a choice but take it all and make a baby.
He reached between us, found my clit and ran his thumb over it. Lightly at first, like a swirl across the top. I clenched. I gripped. I screamed.
“Good girl. Fuck, yes.”
I felt him swell inside me, hold himself deep and then… he filled me. Hot cum spurted deep. He growled and gripped my thigh as he unloaded in me.
He settled on his forearms over me, kissed me as he stayed deep inside. I felt some of his cum seeping out, but I had no doubt he’d had so much.
Lifting his head, he smiled down at me. “Better than a turkey baster?” he asked.
I laughed. “Better than a turkey baster.”
“Good, ‘cause I’m not done.”
Deftly, he flipped us so I was on top, my knees straddling his hips. He was still inside me, deeper in this position.
His hands went to my hips.
“You want more, gotta work for it.”
He thrust his hips up just a little and he bumped my cervix.
I gasped, then set my hands on his chest.
“That’s it. You want my cum, don’t you? Greedy for it. I’ve got another load for you, sweetheart. That’s it, fuck yourself on me and get more. You’ll be so full of me by morning, won’t you?”
The dirty talk didn’t stop. Nor did the sex. We rested. We fucked. We rested some more.
By morning, I was sticky and cum covered and… happy.