Chapter Twenty-One
Knox
T he bobcat eats frozen rabbit carcasses. We keep them in the deep freezer, in our storage room, for exactly this purpose — sometimes, we have to rehab injured carnivores for a while .
It's kind of a strange job, but I like it .
After lunch, it's Logan's turn to head out and feed the critter. He's been yowling intermittently all day, unhappy to be stuck in a pen and probably even more unhappy that his leg is broken, but we're trying to keep him sedated and relatively still until we can get the poor guy real help .
While he's out there, feeding the bobcat and puttering around the yard, cleaning up some things that the wind scattered, putting all the firewood back on the pile, Rose starts cleaning up the kitchen a little. She's got a window that looks right out onto where Logan is .
And I have an idea. It's wicked, but I think that's okay. Besides, it's been a couple of hours since our session this morning, and what else is there to do ?
I come up behind her and kiss the back of her neck. Rose gasps, then laughs, and I slide my hands under her shirt and across her belly, holding her hips .
She makes the slightest noise, a tiny half-moan. I'm already hard, and I press my hips against hers, pushing her into the counter, my hard cock between her firm, round cheeks .
Rose makes the noise again. I grab her hair in one hand, tilt her head to the left, and bite her earlobe.
Since last night I've wanted, desperately, to take Rose's ass.
I know that technically I was the one to pop her cherry — though I really think we both took her virginity — but I want her there , too.
I want Rose every single way that I can have her.
I want every inch of her to be mine as well as Logan's. Ours .
I kiss her neck and she sighs. Out the window, Logan is still puttering around, picking up bits and pieces of things that got tossed around by the wind .
"Think he'll notice?" I murmur into her neck .
"He hasn't yet," Rose says .
"We've barely done anything," I say. "Give me another few minutes and I guarantee he'll come barreling in here at top speed ."
Rose laughs. I kiss her neck again, sucking at her soft skin, and she sighs .
I don't want to have her without Logan. That's not the point. This is just a fun game, a way to get started. Hell, if I saw Logan and Rose doing this through the kitchen window, I'd probably dive through the damn thing to get inside .
But he's still not looking. I push my hands further up Rose's shirt and slide my rough palms over her nipples, and she arches her back, pressing her breasts into my hands and her perfect ass even harder against my cock .
At this rate, I'm going to be balls-deep inside her before Logan even notices. I feel a little bad about it, but there's no fucking way I can stop. Not now .
"Knox," Rose whispers, her head rolling back against my shoulder .
"Yes?"
"I just like saying your name," she murmurs .
I kiss her roughly, her head turned around. At the same time, I unbutton the flannel shirt of mine she's wearing right now, slowly revealing her perfect, creamy skin to the window and to Logan outside before taking her breasts in my hands again, cupping and squeezing them .
Rose moans. I squeeze a little harder, her nipples between my fingers, and she rolls her hips against me, making her ass slide up and down my cock .
Logan's still stacking the woodpile just the way he likes it, not looking at us. His loss .
I toss her shirt away, following it with my own, and I push her borrowed sweatpants down until they're puddled on the floor, pushing her knees apart with my own .
Now Rose is half-leaning over the counter, on her elbows, her legs wide, just waiting for me to fuck her. I tease her, sliding my fingers slowly over her dripping wet lips to her clit, circling it once, using her lubrication to push my thumb into her ass .
That makes her arch her back even more and moan .
"You're dripping wet, you filthy little girl," I growl into her ear. "I think you like being bent over a counter and fucked in both holes until you can barely walk ."
She gasps, but I feel her pussy throb in excitement. I can't wait any longer, so I take my hand out, wrap it around the base of my cock, and put it against her tight, wet entrance .
I fuck Rose all the way to the hilt in a single stroke, pushing her against the counter, and she shouts with pleasure. It's not words, just a noise, but she has to steady herself with one hand against the window .
Finally , Logan looks up at Rose in ecstasy, me behind her, balls-deep. I grab her hair, pull her head up a little, and fuck her again, even harder than before .
She moans explosively, her pussy muscles gripping and clutching at me, drawing me in .
It takes Logan a split second to realize what's happening. I grin at him, and then he drops the wood he's holding and runs for the door .
"Our plan worked," I tell Rose, fucking her harder and faster .
"Don't make me come without him," she moans. " Please ."
She's got a point. It's only fair, so I slow down, hilting myself with every single stroke, making sure that she feels me as hard and deep as she possibly can, her pussy filled and stretched like I know she likes it .
The door slams open, then shut, and Logan rips off his outer layers and shoes in about three seconds before vaulting the couch to get to us .
Balls-deep inside Rose, I spin us around, grabbing her by both elbows and pulling her up. Logan grabs her and kisses her, long and hard, and she moans loudly into his mouth. His hand trails down her body and then he's circling her clit with his fingers and I'm fucking her hard again .
"I didn't want to come without you," Rose whispers .
"Then come for me now," Logan commands .
He's barely got the words out when Rose half-shouts, half-moans, and her pussy tightens around me like a drawstring. Her arms jerk against my hands, but I keep a hard grip on her, slowing my thrusts .
I don't want to come yet. I promised Rose both holes, and I'm not done until I've taken her sweet, tight ass .