Chapter 22
She’s It for Me
Clay
Leni is still boneless when my alarm goes off in the morning.
I’m sore from time in the saddle, but not sore enough that I don’t plan on having her again.
I’d set my alarm for earlier than normal, in case she was up for more.
Once I got a taste of her, I knew she was perfect, and I wouldn’t be able to stop.
Now that I’ve been inside of her? There’s no place I would rather be than in this bed, tangled up in our sheets, my body joined with hers.
I don’t know how I lived without her for those ten years. Fuck I wish I hadn’t. I’ve never had sex like that before.
I knew it when she kissed me the first night she tumbled into the cabin, but last night solidified it. I will never be able to go without her again.
Pulling the covers down, I lift her hair off to one side as I take her in again.
Her body is incredible. She’s all toned lean muscle, with the right amount of curve to her hips.
Leaning over, I take in the tattoo on her shoulder that I somehow missed before.
It’s so small it’s nearly microscopic, one tiny heart.
It could almost be mistaken for a freckle if you weren’t looking closely enough.
I wonder when she got it, or if she has any more hidden surprises I don’t know about.
“When did you get this?” I ask as she starts to stir.
“Mimi and I got them right when we turned eighteen.”
I mock gasp, before pressing a smiling kiss to the ink. “You rebels.”
She grins, the same smile that used to stop me in my tracks when we were kids.
It still makes my heart skip a beat, seeing the way she loves me so openly.
I might not have seen it for what it was back then, but I can see it now.
She loves me, and always has. The same way I’ve always loved her. I’m not afraid to admit it now.
Leni reaches up above her head, chest lifting off the bed as she stretches.
My eyes want to linger on her bare breasts, to stare at the naked perfection that is Eleanor Kane, but something else catches my attention.
I reach for her arm, taking in her upper bicep, at the scar there.
A scar that looks a hell of a lot like a bite mark.
“Leni.” My voice cracks. “What is this?”
“It’s nothing,” she whispers. Her voice is small, distant over the rushing of blood in my ears.
“It’s not nothing.” I look up at her, my eyes tracking down to the deep purple-red marks peppered along her collarbone.
There’s a bite mark on her shoulder, my bite mark.
Fuck. I’m no better than the guy who tried to rape her.
I fucking marked her. “Baby,” I whisper.
I touch the spot where I bit her, but draw my hand away, terrified I might hurt her again.
Her head shifts off to the side, baring her unmarked shoulder to me. “Do it again.”
“Leni.” I say her name like a warning. I can’t. I won’t do it again. I shouldn’t have done it in the first place. I should have asked last night. I should have double and triple-checked that she wanted that. That she wanted me. “These are bruises. I don’t want to hurt you. I shouldn’t have—”
She shakes her head, those pretty green eyes begging me. “Please. I want your marks.”
“Fuck, baby, don’t ask me to hurt you.”
“Not hurt,” she whispers, her hands framing my face. “Replace. He took my choice; he took my safety. I need you to give it back. Make me forget about him.”
I rear over her, taking one last look at those marks on her skin.
My marks. Gentle fingers tip my chin up, bringing my eyes to hers.
Her emerald green eyes shimmer with tears, a vulnerability there that I’ve never seen before.
I don’t know what it cost her to ask me.
To put that trust, that power, into my hands, but I won’t take it for granted.
I won’t leave her with the memory of him.
Not if I can give her a new one. “I can’t say no to you. ”
Her eyes brighten, soft fingers sink into my hair. I moan into her, breath catching when her hands trail down my neck, fingernails scraping down my back.
This is going to go much faster than I want if she keeps doing that.
Snapping my hips forward, I seat myself fully inside of her with one powerful thrust. She cries out, head falling backward as her back arcs beneath me. I lace one hand through hers, intertwining our fingers as I drag it over her head.
“You’re fucking incredible,” I whisper into her neck.
She whimpers when I drop my mouth to her collarbone, teeth nipping down her chest until I make it to her breast. Taking one of her nipples into my mouth, I lick and suck until it’s a hard little bud.
On the next thrust, I sink my teeth into her nipple and give it a sharp tug.
“Clayton,” Leni moans, eyes closing as her head tips back into the mattress.
“Look at you. Look how well you’re taking me.
” Her eyes snap to mine, slowly drifting down to where our bodies are locked together.
Heat flashes through them, her nostrils flaring the tiniest bit when she sucks in a deep breath.
She’s panting, eyes drifting closed again as she tries to think her orgasm into existence.
She probably could, women are wild like that, but I know how to help, so I might as well.
Shifting up onto my knees, I grip hers and lift her legs, wrapping them around my hips. She takes the new angle, tipping her pelvis back so that her pussy practically sucks me in.
“Holy fuck,” I breathe, trying my best to hold it in. I want to make her come before I blow my fucking load.
“Oh God,” she whispers. Her pussy starts to flutter around my dick. Thank God, because any more squeezing from her and I’m going to lose it. Slipping my hand between us, I put pressure right on that tight bundle of nerves, right where she needs it.
I wait, feeling her muscles bunch up, one by one, building with the pressure of an impending orgasm. When I can feel her muscles baring down, I lean back down and sink my teeth into the spot she offered earlier.
She cries out, hips bucking into me as I ride through my own orgasm with her. We’re moving slowly, bodies still joined together as we come down from the high.
Tremors rack my body when I collapse into her, teeth still sunk into her shoulder. I force my jaw open to pull away from her. Soothing the spot with my tongue, I revel in the way she chants my name, over and over again like a prayer.
I lay with her until I absolutely can't waste any more time. It still takes monumental effort for me to pull away from her, but I do. I clean her up before I wash myself and get dressed for work.
My dirty uniform is still in a heap on the floor, and I make a mental note to make sure it gets cleaned tonight.
“Holy shit.” I hear Leni squeal from the bedroom. “Clay!”
I rush over, my thoughts racing with all the bad things that could have happened to her in the five minutes I’ve been gone. Maybe the pain was delayed. Maybe I hurt something inside of her. I swear I was slamming into something solid at the end there.
Leni is sitting, staring at her phone, fingers flying across the keyboard, fast. “Your phone,” she says without even looking up. “Family group chat.”
Rounding the foot of the bed, I reach for my phone and swipe open to the group chat, which is flooding with messages from everyone.
At the top of today’s thread, there’s a selfie of Brooks and a tiny little girl.
She has a thin face with rosy, red cheeks, a shock of auburn hair on the top of her head, and a giant pink pacifier stuck in her mouth.
I do a double-take, because last I checked, Brooks didn’t have any small children hanging around him.
Kane Family Group Chat
Brooky
I will not be answering questions via text. Should you choose to come and visit you will be put to work changing diapers and playing. Or washing laundry. I will be at family dinner with the newest addition to the Kane family. Everyone this is Tessa Lynn
Merc D
I have so many questions
Brooky
You can direct those to my lawyer
Tobes
I KNEW YOU KNEW SOMETHING E!
Leni Rose
I’m sorry are you having a stroke? Is that an actual baby in your hands? Is it yours? Have you secretly been dating someone? Wait ARE YOU MARRIED?
E-Man
He literally just said he’s not answering any questions
Leni Rose
I don’t give a fuck what he said I need answers
Ma
Leni dear language.
Merc D
I happen to agree with Leni…poor language aside of course
Leni Rose
Addy
WHAT. IS. HAPPENING?
Tobes
Brooks had a baby
Addy
But how?! He’s only been off work for four days. Don’t those things take time to bake?
Brooky
You’re an idiot
She’s fucking gorgeous Brooks.
Leni’s head whips in my direction when my text comes through. I shrug. “What? Look at her.”
“I know, but still, are you not shocked?”
“Flabbergasted, actually. But don’t you think he might need our support right now? However this came about Brooks has a baby. He’s gotta be scared shitless.”
Leni looks equal parts turned on and mushy when she looks at me. I can almost see hearts in her eyes. Her phone pressed to her chest like she’s holding herself together with it.
My phone vibrates in my hand, making me look back down at the group chat.
Ma
She’s perfect
Tobes
Need anything big bro? I’ll stop by later so Tessa can meet her favorite uncle.
Leni Rose
I have so much shopping to do! Hello baby girl, Auntie Leni cannot wait to meet you!
Merc D
Oh like hell you’ll be the favorite uncle Toby. You barely even have a real job
Brooky
Hey…
Adler
Obviously I’m going to be the favorite fun uncle.
What’s legal drinking age again?
Brooky
Yea you’re never being left alone with her
What do you need Brooks?
Brooky
For now I’d settle for help on the ranch. I’m interviewing nannies this week hopefully.
E-Man
Done
Adler
Done
Tobes
Done
Merc D
You got it.
Ma
Leni Rose
This is so wholesome. I can’t even. Guess I’ll be home this weekend for family dinner. I can’t let you guys turn her against me already.
Merc D
Are you serious? All we had to do to get you home was have a baby?
Adler
Shiiit. I could have done that years ago
Tobes
You’d actually have to find someone that wants to sleep with you first
Adler
I pull way more than you bro
Ma
Boys there are some things that do not belong in this chat
Leni Rose
I shake my head as the boys continue to argue about who gets more pussy, and who will be the best uncle. Leni looks happy and sated. She’s snuggled back into the bed, arms stretching up above her head.
She looks so fucking sexy with her hair a mess, my marks on her skin. I could stay here and get lost in her over and over again. “We should tell them.”
I blurt it out before I even know I want to say it. I need them to know that she’s mine. I need them to see what she is to me. Because this is it for me.
She’s it for me.