CHAPTER 36
FINIAN
Since the fire, there has been this gloomy cloud over the house. Everyone is down about it all. It’s like we’re stuck in this rut and can’t get out of it.
I'm sitting in the den, the soft glow of the lamp casting shadows across the room as I flip through this romance book I pulled from Windy's shelves.
The words blur a bit, my mind wandering, but then I hear it—a faint movement in the doorway.
My eyes flick up, and there she is, Windy, framed in the dim light like some vision from the pages I'm reading.
She's wearing one of those loose moo-moo nightgowns, the kind that drapes over her curves without clinging, but damn if it doesn't make her look incredible.
The fabric sways gently with her breathing, hinting at the body beneath.
My gaze drops slowly, tracing the outline of her hips, the swell of her breasts, down to her bare feet padding softly on the floor.
Heat stirs in my groin, my cock twitching and starting to harden just from the sight of her.
I set the book down on the armrest, forgotten now, and give her my full attention.
Her scent wafts toward me—so, so sweet and mixed with the warmth of her skin—and it hits me like an anvil.
She's here for this, for us. My cock swells fully, straining against my shorts.
I'm only in those thin shorts, no shirt, no underwear, the fabric tenting obviously as I lean back in the recliner, legs spread a little wider in invitation.
Windy stands there for a moment, biting her lower lip in that shy way she does, her eyes locking onto mine with a mix of nervousness and desire.
She doesn't say anything at first, just shifts her weight, the nightgown whispering against her thighs.
I stay quiet, letting the tension build, my tongue darting out to lick my lips as I watch her.
She takes a step forward, then another, sauntering into the room with a sway that makes my pulse quicken.
Closer she comes, her hips rolling subtly, and I can see the flush creeping up her neck.
She stops right beside the chair, close enough that I feel the heat radiating from her body and smell the subtle scent of her arousal.
My hand moves on instinct, fingers hooking into the silk of her nightgown at her waist, pulling her gently but firmly toward me.
She stumbles a step, her breath catching, and I draw her between my legs.
“I just ...” she starts, her voice soft and trailing off, like she can't find the words for what she wants. Her eyes drop to the bulge in my shorts, widening slightly.
“I know what you need, sweetheart,” I murmur, voice low and rough.
With my free hand, I shove down my shorts, freeing my hard cock. It springs up, thick and throbbing; the head already glistening. Windy's gaze fixes on it, hungry and unblinking, her tongue peeking out to wet her lips.
I tug her closer, guiding her as she lifts one leg over my thigh, then the other, straddling me in the recliner.
The nightgown bunches up around her hips, and I feel the bare heat of her pussy hovering just above my shaft.
She hesitates for a second, hands on my shoulders, but I don't let her wait.
My hands grip her ass, lifting her slightly before lowering her down, inch by inch, until her slick folds part and she sinks onto my cock.
A deep groan escapes me as her tight pussy engulfs me, clenching around my length like a vice. My head falls back against the chair, eyes half-lidded in bliss. Windy whimpers, adjusting to the stretch, her walls fluttering as she takes me fully.
I don't waste time. My hands slide up her thighs, pushing the nightgown higher to bare her completely, and I start thrusting into her, slowly at first to savor her. She gasps, fingers digging into my bare chest, nails leaving faint marks.
“Oh god,” she breathes, starting to rock her hips in response, grinding down to meet each push.
The rhythm builds quickly. I grip her ass tighter, pulling her down hard while I drive up, slamming my cock deep into her core.
Her pussy squelches with every plunge, slick coating my balls as they slap against her.
Windy's moans fill the room, starting shy but growing bolder, her head tipping back, so the nightgown slips off one shoulder, exposing a soft breast.
I lean in, my mouth latching onto her nipple, sucking firmly while my hips snap upward relentlessly.
She arches into me, crying out as I fuck her harder, the recliner rocking with our movements.
My free hand slips between us, fingers finding her swollen clit and rubbing in tight circles, making her shudder and clench around me.
“Fuck, you're soaking my cock,” I growl against her skin, nipping her collarbone before capturing her mouth in a messy kiss. Our tongues tangle as she bounces faster, riding me with abandon now, her tits pressing against my chest through the thin silk.
I feel her tightening, her breath coming in pants, pussy pulsing with the edge of her orgasm. I slow just a beat, rolling my hips to grind against that sensitive spot inside her, drawing out her pleasure. She whines, nails raking my back, urging me on.
Then I ramp it up, pounding into her without mercy, the wet sounds of our joining echoing in the den. Sweat slicks our skin, her scent overwhelming me.
“Cum on my cock, Windy,” I command, pinching her clit as I thrust deep one final time.
She shatters with a sharp cry, body convulsing, pussy spasming wildly as she floods me with her release. The vise-like grip pulls me under too—I bury myself to the hilt and erupt, shooting thick spurts of cum deep inside her, filling her until it drips out.
We collapse together, her forehead on my shoulder, both of us heaving for breath. My cock twitches softly, still buried in her warmth, and I stroke her back, content in the afterglow.
I don’t know how long we’ve been here just basking in the presence of one another, but it’s long enough for my cock to soften inside her.
I press lingering kisses to the side of her head, reveling in the feel of her in my arms. I know she hasn’t forgiven us yet, but this seems like a start.
She’s searching for us. We’re not the ones coming to her.
My phone rings from the table beside the chair, and I shift Windy on my lap so I can reach it.
The moment I answer, my assistant is practically screaming in my ear about a client threatening to fire me if I don’t get their file finished and give them the contract numbers. I let out a long sigh and lean back.
“I’ll be in,” I tell her, because of course I will.
Windy lifts her head, cheeks flushed a soft pink, watching me with those wide eyes. “I need to run to the office to get something,” I tell her. “I’ll be back as fast as I can.”
She pouts, and it’s honestly adorable. “Do you have to go?”
“I wouldn’t if it wasn’t necessary,” I say. “They’re threatening to fire me as their lawyer.”
She nods reluctantly. “Okay … I guess you can go.”
I laugh under my breath and help her up.
I watch as my seed runs down her inner thigh, and I groan at the sight.
I wish I could have knotted her, but now I’m glad I didn’t.
If it weren’t for this phone call, I’d take her repeatedly if she let me.
I can’t seem to get enough of her. Her scent and presence drive me completely wild.
After I fix myself and get ready, I find her in the living room, sitting cross-legged on the couch. Her hair is mussed in that effortless way that somehow looks perfect on her. She’s bright-eyed, absorbed in whatever’s on the TV.
I lean over the back of the couch and kiss her, loving how much more open and affectionate she’s been lately. Maybe—finally—we’re finding our way back to each other.
“I won’t be long,” I promise. “I’ll be back before you know it. I’ll even sit and watch that crazy cooking show you like.”
Her whole face lights up. “Really?!
“If you need anything, Amos is here.”
I nod, kiss her again, and head for the door.
Amos’s truck isn’t in the driveway, but I remember he pulled it into the garage earlier because of some belt issue.
He must be in there working on it. I don’t think much of it as I continue on.
He’s always tinkering with things, so when he usually goes missing, it’s because he’s fiddling with one of his toys.
I just get into my car and pull away, hoping—really hoping—that this is the beginning of something better. That we’re finally on the right path