13. Rourke
ROURKE
I wake up to the sensation of warm water against my chest…
My left shoulder is numb, but I can feel a slight pressure, like tiny little mosquito bites or something. And then there’s the humming. Someone, a girl, is humming. And she’s close by. It’s angelic.
“Where am I?” I manage to groan, my throat feeling like a piece of sandpaper.
“Don’t move,” a female voice responds. “I’m almost finished.”
Almost finished? I wrack my brain, but it’s blank. Nothing but blackness. All I know is there’s no energy left in my body, and try as I might, all I want to do is go back to sleep.
Think…think…
My agency training floods back to me, and I force myself into the mode. The robotic, precise, almost robotic method of thinking that has saved my life so many times before.
What happened? Where were you?
Flashes of images flood my mind. A snowmobile, a helicopter, a gun. Avery!
My eyes snap open, and there she is, more beautiful than ever, leaning over me in nothing but one of my old T-shirts. It all comes crashing back. My ride to the store, coming back to find her gone, and the shootout at the helicopter.
“You’re alive,” I mutter.
“Thanks to you.”
She smiles and nods, but her eyes are on something else. She’s doing something. I look to my left and realize she’s stitching my shoulder up. That’s right. I took a bullet.
“You’re a nurse?”
She giggles, shaking her head. “Before she passed away, Mom and I used to sew little outfits for my dolls.”
Warmth rushes through my chest. I manage to find her thigh with my hand and squeeze, her smooth skin feeling like home.
“You’re my doll, angel.”
Tears pool in her eyes as she threads the last stitch and ties it off. I keep my eyes on her as she snips the thread and sets everything aside.
“That’s twice now,” she says, bandaging the wound.
“Twice? What do you mean?”
“Twice that you’ve saved my life.” She smiles, leaning down beside me. I inhale deeply. Her scent is like a drug, filling me with energy, dragging me back to the now.
“How’d we get back here?” I ask. “What the hell happened?”
“Oh, that?” she replies, waving her hand casually. “No big deal. You shot Damon, I knocked him away before he could shoot you, and then I drove you back here on the snowmobile.”
I pull her closer so she’s straddling my waist.
“You’re joking.” Smiling wider, her eyes gleaming like the stars, she shakes her head. “And where’d you learn how to do that?”
Feigning ignorance, she looks up, biting her bottom lip.
“Oh, I dunno. Maybe this big, rugged, handsome mountain man who saved me from a storm on his snowmobile?”
“Ahhh.” I smile, running my hands over her hips. She’s not wearing any panties. “That makes sense.”
My cock swells as I trace her delicious curves. I came this close to losing her—this close to dying—and I still can’t help myself.
“Never leave me,” I growl. “Stay with me here, up on this mountain, and together, nothing can stop us. Be my wife, Avery.”
Her eyes blaze. “Your…wife?”
“Do you love me?” I ask.
She nods immediately. “You know I do,” she whispers quickly. Twisting my hips, I slide out of my boxers and let the tip of my hard cock press against her entrance.
“Then say it.”
Her face softens as I slide inside. She’s nice and wet, always ready for me.
“I love you,” she whimpers, her silky folds stretching around my girth, opening up to accept every one of my inches.
“And I love you,” I reply, gripping her ass with both hands, lifting her up and down on my cock.
She’s tight like a fist. As she sinks down onto me, sheathing my entirety up to the hilt, she throws her head back and lets out a sigh of ecstasy.
Using my good arm, I reach up under her shirt and cup her breast, squeezing hard, rolling her nipple between my fingers.
“Merry me,” I demand, grabbing her neck and pulling her in for a kiss. She accepts my tongue and kisses me back, hungrily, submissively. “Be mine. Be the mother of my children. We’ll make this a perfect home. Together.”
A moan escapes her lips. I swallow it, relishing in the pleasure I give her. Nothing makes me happier than watching her come. And she’s about to. She’s close.
“Yes!” she cries out. “I’ll marry you!”
Her hips buck down against me, taking my cock as deep as it will go.
I pump my hips back up, and we go off together.
Our lips lock in a lovers’ kiss as my cock pulses into her soaking pussy.
Her muscles spasm, and her body twitches as her orgasm wracks her, and she cries out over and over as the waves roll through her.
“Yes!” she cries out, her lips open against mine, her hair falling all over my face. “Yes, yes, oh my God, yes!”
I snatch her hips and sink her down fully as her pulsing pussy milks the last of the cum out of my balls and into her womb. My wife’s womb.
“I love watching you come, my angel. You’re such a bad girl.”
“Your bad girl,” she moans, slumping down on me.
We breathe deeply together, moving in sync, our chests rising and falling with the same rhythm.
I feel my cum spilling out of her, dripping down my thighs and onto the floor beneath us.
My mark.
My claim.
I’ve bred her so many times now that there’s no way she isn’t pregnant. My lips twist into a smile. This is the happiest I’ve ever been, but I know that there are years ahead of us. Years we’ll spend together.
And this is only the beginning.
“You know…I still want you to tie me up, Daddy,” Avery whispers, giggling softly in my ear.
“Don’t you worry, angel. I’ve still got the rope.”