Chapter 26
Frustration bubbled inside Laurin.
She was right. He had envisioned a future where she left everything behind to be with him.
And yes, he rationalized it with the fact that he had a family and a shop and a job right here for her, while she had nothing in New Jersey.
It wasn’t fair that this was assumed by him, and it wasn’t fair that the commitment was all on her, but he couldn’t help it that he had this advantage.
He could only do his best to prove that he intended to make her feel as secure as possible in a life with him and his family.
He didn’t know how he’d do that, other than to agree to whatever terms she wanted to put on things, but he knew now what to focus on.
That wasn’t what had him frustrated. No, it was the fact that he’d gotten what he thought he needed from her — an honest discussion about why she’d left him and an agreement to at least give them a chance — only to realize that it wasn’t everything he needed.
Walking behind her through the woods to make sure she didn’t fall, watching her skirt swing against her thighs as her hips naturally swayed, her hair bouncing up and down and her sweet scent, now heavily accented with ginger but even better for it, it was all overwhelming.
He needed her. It was a biological necessity.
As soon as he could see the pavilion, he was scanning the entire back wall of it.
It had been constructed for the show and was strewn with production equipment that had needed to be hidden from cameras.
He saw what he wanted in the walk-in freezer and fridge, staged next to each other but with a good couple of meters between them.
There was a box built around them and stuffed with acoustic padding so the sound of the compressors wouldn’t get picked up on the stage, but everything was open at the back for venting.
At the last second, Laurin snagged Candace by the elbow and dragged her into the gap between them.
“What? Laurin!” she gasped. “Oh my god, what are you doing? There’s probably spiders in here.”
Yeah, probably. There were some poisonous ones in Georgia, too, but he wasn’t about to say that to Candace.
Especially not when he pushed her all the way back to the wall and found that, this late in the day, they were faced just right that the sun went straight in and illuminated her.
No visible spider webs where they were, so he wasted no time bending her at the waist for her hands to catch the outer wall of the walk-in, flipping her skirt up onto her back, and pulling her panties down to her knees.
“Laurin!” she squeaked again as he sank two fingers into her pussy. She was damp, though, and her body immediately pulsed over those fingers. The best protest she could come up with was, “They’re going to hear us.”
Not a chance, but instead of explaining why he chose this spot, he leaned close and growled in her ear, “Then you better come quietly.”
She looked back at him, her blue eyes wide and wet, her brow furrowed. “Not now. We have to go back in.”
He curled his fingers and slid them in and out easily.
I’m not going to win today. That’s what she said.
All day, as he’d stolen glances at the literal mountain she’d made, he dwelled on that, thinking how absurd it was that she could still have so little confidence in herself.
She had multiple wins under her belt, for fuck’s sake.
And in seasons with Patty, so it’s not like she didn’t think she could beat Patty.
And against Laurin? Hell, she could have beaten him by just flirting with him.
It wouldn’t have taken much of anything to drive him to distraction.
Now, feeling how wet her pussy was, Laurin realized the reason she thought she was going to lose was because he wasn’t the only one driven to distraction.
“You’ve been thinking about getting fucked by me all day, haven’t you?
” he said as he worked her rim, warming her up.
“You didn’t think you were going to lose because you aren’t as good as me, you thought you were going to lose because all you could think about was getting this pussy stretched over my cock. ”
She whimpered, her spine flexing as she recoiled only to push back into him a moment later, her instincts taking over.
“Were you thinking of me flipping your skirt up and pulling your panties down so I could lick your cunt while you were on that ladder, at just the right height? I know I was.”
She started to tip her head down, to rest her head on her hands as she mewled his name again.
He snapped his free hand up to her ponytail and coiled it around his wrist, pulling her head up. “No, no, Mike’s gonna be mad if you fuck up your pretty make-up while you’re coming all over my fingers.”
Her jaw dropped as he tugged, and she started panting loudly. She was already on the edge, he could tell, but he didn’t want her to come on his fingers.
“Is this how you want it?” he growled. “Is this what you want in your cunt, Candace?”
Her voice was high and tight as she squeaked out a faint, “You. I want you.”
He yanked again on her ponytail. “Tell me what you want.”
“I need your cock!”
He had to make a critical decision, ultimately relinquishing her pussy so that he could keep hold of her hair as he unbuckled his belt one-handed and pushed down his own pants and briefs to his knees to make sure they stayed dry if this got messy.
It was going to get messy.
“That’s right, you fucking need this.” He filled her with his cock on his first thrust.
She cried out, unable to squelch her own sounds with her jaw hanging lax like that.
“Oh god, oh god,” she whimpered as he pumped quickly into her once, twice, three times, just to revisit every ripple of her warm, slick pussy before he finally held himself still within her to let her muscles massage his shaft.
He leaned down as he pulled her head back further, molding her back to his chest to say, “Four weeks, bonbon,” in her ear.
“Four fucking weeks I’ve been coming in the shower, or in a towel, or all over my chest, jerking myself off thinking of you, when I should have been coming right here.
That’s your fault. You deprived my cock of coming in your cunt.
Do you know how fucking pissed I am at you for that? ”
A shiver rippled down her spine, he felt it inside her, and heaven help him, because even buried inside her like this, he felt the cum leaking from his tip at the brain-scrambling sensation.
“Did you want that dick pic, bonbon?” he rumbled. “Were you mad Manon stopped me from sending it?”
She made a weak gargling sound, her body moving of its own accord, gliding along his shaft, as she nodded as well as she could with the hold he maintained on her hair.
“Did you want a video of me jerking off? Did you want to see me painting my chest with my cum for you?”
“Yes!” she squeaked, fully riding him now, fucking him until he started fucking her back, but he was holding still.
“You fucked that up, too. All you had to do was ask, and I would have sent that all to you. I would have begged you for a video of you playing with your clit, making yourself come for me. Touch yourself, bonbon. I need to feel you come.”
She nodded, her head slumping down, straining against Laurin’s grip on her hair as he gave her just a little more space, just enough for her to reach down better to rub herself.
He finally started to move, thrusting hard, what they both needed.
She was so tense, so tight, so desperate, that Laurin decided he deserved to be mad at her.
He’d been as patient as possible, but her refusal to sit down and have a conversation with him and just hash things out meant that she’d deprived him of an entire month of this.
Whether they could have been together or not, whether she would have been in his bed so he could feel her sweet heat envelop him, or if all he could get from it was her image and her voice on his phone, he would have been happy with that.
Instead, he’d been quietly miserable without her for an entire month, so he punched his cock into her, punishing her with it for withholding herself from him. “I would have licked my own cum off my hand if you’d asked me to,” he snarled and licked up her neck behind her ear.
She cried out as a spasm gripped her, and he knew from the way she froze up that she was on the verge of coming.
All it took was a second to pull out, smack her ass, and punch back in, for her to come hard enough Laurin doubted even the acoustic padding was enough to muffle her from anyone who might be lingering outside.
“I would have kept my hands off myself all month if you’d wanted that, just so I could flood your cunt now,” he gasped, his voice tight, and finally, blessedly, his cock unloaded within her.
He was as loud as she was with his release.
He could have jerked off a dozen times a day and still wouldn’t have been prepared for the force of it this time, not when Candace reached back further to stroke her finger up the ridge between his balls, tickling everything out of him.
He pulled her head back again, and only the faintest thread of common sense kept him from trashing the lipstick they’d already fixed in the woods.
He instead attached his lips to her shoulder, where she’d be able to cover the inevitable hickey with her collar.