Davis
“Oh my God! I thought he was dead!” Marin’s eyes are popping out of her sockets as Stevie chuckles, pausing the action.
“You’ve seriously never seen this before?”
“I read part of the book. I thought—”
“I can’t believe you’ve never seen The Lord of the Rings.”
She swats his shoulder as I pull her harder into my arms. “What part of ultra religious household don’t you understand? All this was considered demonic. I had to read the dang book at school, I never would have been allowed it at home.”
“If it’s any consolation, I’ve never seen it either,” Paul says from the other side of Stevie.
“Really?” Stevie says, sounding incredulous. “You don’t have to humor her, you know.”
“No, I’m not. I never had any interest in the whole fantasy thing.”
“That’s it. Get out.” Stevie raises his one good hand and points at the door. “I never want to see you around here again.”
For a second, he sounds serious.
Then he snorts a laugh and soon all four of us are creasing up.
Paul is Stevie’s physio, and he’s good at his job.
What with the experimental treatment that has Stevie able to use both his arms for a short while, and Paul’s relentless but kind encouragement, Stevie is walking again.
Don’t get me wrong, he’s never going to be running marathons, but if he can get around on a crutch for a short distance when he needs to, it will give him that little bit of extra independence.
Most importantly, he says the pain is becoming more manageable, and that’s got to be a blessing.
“Philistines,” Stevie mutters, grabbing the remote again and starting the film.
“If elves and dwarfs had a battle, which one would win?” Marin says, turning to me. “You know about war, right?”
I chuckle. She’s seen me reading books about warfare and thinks I’m some kind of expert.
But when it comes to elves and dwarfs, how the fuck should I know?
I shrug. “Dwarfs are very dangerous over short distances,” I tell her, remembering the quote from earlier in the film.
She chuckles. “Sure, but elves are immortal.”
Stevie huffs. “They’re not immortal like that.”
“Elrond said he was there, like, two thousand years ago,” Marin points out.
“They don’t die of old age. They can still be killed.”
“Okay, so dwarfs or elves? Which would win, smarty pants?”
“I don’t know. I don’t think they’d go to war against each other.”
I kiss the top of her head as she growls at my brother’s infuriating reply. “Baby, can you help me with something a second?”
She shakes her head. “No. I’m watching this—”
My fingers are under her chin, and I force her to turn my way and meet my eyes. And she falls silent, staring at me, her pupils dilating.
“Oh…”
I nod, taking the remote from my brother and pressing pause without looking.
“Guys, mind if we just take a break for a few minutes? There’s… something I need to discuss with Davis.”
“It’s going to take more than a few minutes,” I tell her as I stand, taking her hands and pulling her up.
“That’s okay,” Stevie says. “Take your time. We’ll just…” He glances at Paul. “Take your time.”
I pull Marin along behind me and through to the kitchen, and press her up against the counter, leaning in. I need her, and when I reach between her legs, it’s obvious she needs me too.
Wordlessly, I pull her little panties aside and press my fingers into her dripping cunt, her breath turning to a gasp as I lift her up. She leans forward, taking my lips with hers as her ass slides onto the countertop, her legs spreading wide, arms snaking around my neck.
“What’d you want my help with, Davis?” She grins and mewls, arching her head back, exposing her throat. I dot kisses along it and dig my teeth into the soft flesh, hearing her moan as her fingers dig into my shoulders.
“It must be a few hours since the last time you came on my hand.”
She nods. “Uh huh, you forgetting what it tastes like?”
I draw a deep breath, smelling her scent on the air, and shake my head, leaning in and taking her earlobe into my mouth. “Never. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want another hit.”
My fingers move inside her, forward, back, forward, back, making her breath come in shudders and starts as she matches the rhythm of her breathing to the movement of my hand.
She’s noisy, but I don’t care. This is my house, and if she wants to scream for the whole damn mountain to hear I’ll be so proud.
“I love you,” she says. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too, baby. More than you’ll ever know. If I live to a hundred, it won’t be enough time to show you how much you mean to me. Now be a good little girl and cum on my hand. I want to taste that fucking nectar you produce.”
She rocks back and forth, which is about all she can do sat where she is, but I don’t care.
I speed my fingers, hooking them inside her to hit her G-spot, smiling at the memory of the first time I told her what it was.
She cries out, shoving her face into my shoulder to keep the noise from disturbing my brother and his guest.
But there’s no sound from the living room, and I guess they’re busy discussing the movie or who would win a game of chess between Galadriel and Gandalf or something.
“You’re close, baby, I can feel it.” I encourage her, rubbing her clit with my thumb as I stroke deep inside her. “Let it go. Come for me. Make Daddy proud.”
That word is still new, but I like it. I like that she chose it for me and I like the idea of taking care of her. Of taking care of all my precious ones.
“Daddy…” she whispers, then I feel her tense up and release.
She soaks my hand, letting it all go as she mumbles relieved sounds into my shoulder, her body quivering until I pull my fingers out. Then I bring my hand to my face, and while she watches I lick each finger clean.
“Fucking delicious,” I tell her. “If I could survive on nothing but this I’d be a happy man.”
She giggles, then pulls my hand to herself and licks away some of her release, moaning before I lean her into me and steal a long, satisfying kiss.
“We should get back,” she says, nodding toward the living room.
I nod. “Let’s see what happens in the rest of the film, shall we?”
She giggles as I lift her down from the counter, then I take her arm with mine and lead her through.
When we round the corner, about to step into the living room, both of us freeze.
There, on the couch, Paul and my brother are in each other’s arms on the sofa. And the way they’re breathing, I’m guessing this particular physio session isn’t exactly by the books.
Marin turns to me and grins, then we both back away.
“Now I’ll never find out what happens at the end of that dang film,” she whispers with mock annoyance.
“Are you kidding? Baby, Stevie will watch that with you all day every day if we let him. I think we can give them this one.”
“And us? What are we going to do for the rest of the evening, huh?”
I grin, sweeping her up into my arms as I turn toward the stairs. “I can think of a few ways to pass the time, Little Red.”