Chapter 10 Mark
Icould still taste the sweetness of her lips in my mouth, and everything inside of me wanted more. To kiss her. Taste her skin. Sink in so deep, we wouldn’t know where she started and I ended.
I felt like a predator about to pounce on my sweet little prey with how I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I tracked her every step as she moved around my living room. My skin felt like it had been pulled tight over every square inch of my overheated body.
And my cock?
The fucker wouldn’t chill the hell out. He was hard and pressed against my thigh as if trying to escape.
Especially with how good she looked in my house.
Like she belonged there. I still couldn’t believe how easily everyone had let us leave Brewster’s house.
Tabitha had packed each of us a to-go box of leftovers.
No one blinked an eye when Abby let them know she was leaving her car there, either.
Could it be that whatever was happening between us was obvious to anyone who looked at us?
“This is a great piece,” she noted, her eyes on the painting in front of her. I glanced up and scratched the back of my neck.
“Thanks.” I swallowed. “My brother’s ex-girlfriend was an artist, and I bought that at her first show.” My eyes rose to Shelly’s painting of a desert scape.
“Was?” Abby asked, concern in her voice, and I tried not to wince.
“Is. Sorry.” I winced. “Wrong tense. She’s still alive and painting. Making a huge name for herself in New York, actually. But they’re no longer together.”
“Oh… Does he get mad? I mean when he visits. That you still have his ex’s painting up?”
“I’m not sure.” I swallowed. I could have left it at that, but there was this overriding need for her to know who she was about to get involved with. “I haven’t seen him in well over a decade.”
“Really?” The surprise was clear in her gaze. “I couldn’t imagine not seeing my sister or even my brother for that long… well, maybe sometimes, when they annoy me, it would sound great, but… I think I would miss them.” I chuckled roughly.
“We’re not close. None of the three of us are, actually.”
“Oh…” She chewed on her bottom lip. I could see the wheels spinning. She wanted to know more about my family, so I helped her out.
“We were never close. Ranger and I especially butted heads a lot. But when he was with Shelly… she kinda softened him up. It was easier to be around him.”
“And then they broke up?”
“Sorta. My parents passed away, and he’d just enlisted into the military. I think he needed to get away from...” The guilt he carried, I wanted to say, but it felt wrong. Like it wasn’t my place to talk about how he may or may not have felt about my parents. “Their death changed him.”
“I can’t even imagine.”
“Anyhow, he was far away, overseas, and she was going to school and…” I shrugged. “Sometimes, at that age, young love, it doesn’t make it.”
“Did you have that? A high school sweetheart?” There was no judgment or jealousy. And fuck me, I liked that. I liked talking about the past without any worries about saying the wrong thing. Abby was crazy easy to talk to.
“I dated. Not seriously at that time.”
“But you’ve had a serious relationship.” She turned, leaning her shoulder against the wall.
“What makes you think that?” I enjoyed the way her lips twitched.
“I don’t know. I guess I’d call it a hunch. You have that vibe about you.”
“A serious vibe?” She stared up at me, not blushing or shrugging off the subject, and fuck me, I liked that. “I told you I was in one for five years.” She whistled; it made my lips twitch.
“That’s a long time,” she acknowledged.
“It was.”
“And you didn’t get married or engaged in all that time? It never came up?” I didn’t mind talking about this again even though I’d already shared.
“No.”
“Why?” I opened and shut my mouth, trying to come up with the right words.
I hadn’t been sure back then, but as I stood in front of the girl of my dreams, I knew why.
No matter what Roxie and I’d had, it wouldn’t have worked out.
Not because neither of us wanted it to but because we weren’t right for one another.
“She wasn’t the one,” I answered honestly. “It sounds rude but—“
“It’s real,” she cut me off. I stepped closer to her, close enough that I could reach out for her if I wanted to, but for some stupid reason, I kept my hands in my pockets.
“And you?”
“I told you.” She looked at me from beneath her lashes.
“No one? Ever?” What the hell is wrong with the men in this mountain town?
“I mean, I’ve had guys ask me out but…” She shrugged.
Her eyes dipped to the ground, and when they rose up to meet my gaze, my heart rate slowly started to pick up.
“It never felt right if I didn’t feel…” Her voice drifted off, and before I could stop myself, I walked towards her.
Abby’s back hit the wall as she stared up at me with those pretty, hazel eyes of hers.
“What didn’t it feel like, Abby?” I asked, encouraging her to keep talking, sharing.
“Home. You. I mean…” My hands came out of my pockets. One rested against the wall while the other brushed her soft jaw.
“You had it right that first time,” I growled, and fuck me, gods forgive me, but I kissed her right then and there.
I didn’t hold back.
This kiss was different than the one we had shared in front of the firepit.
It was rougher, needier. Close to starving with feral desperation.
My girl didn’t push me away. No, her pretty, little hands clutched the material of my shirt with tight fists, like she needed me closer.
She met my mouth hungry stroke for hungry stroke.
Her taste, her sounds, fuck, everything about Abby immediately became a necessary part of living for me from that moment on.
She was sweet with a touch of spice.
And all I wanted to do was gorge myself on her taste every day for the rest of my life.
My lips drifted from hers as they started to explore her jaw and the line of her neck. Her head pressed against the wall as her pretty tits pushed and rubbed against my chest. There wasn’t a part of us that didn’t touch.
“Abby.” Her name felt like a prayer on my tongue.
“Tell me to stop,” I growled, pulling my mouth off her neck to look at her.
But my sweet fiery feisty girl simply leaned forward and bit my bottom lip.
I groaned. I felt like a wild animal taunted and about to attack with how hard my dick was straining against my boxer briefs and pants.
Those two layers of fabric were too much of a hindrance and felt scratchy against my sensitive appendage.
“Never stop,” she purred. “Never, ever stop, Mark. Please.” Her soft little whines chipped away at my self-control.
“Little girl,” I tried to warn. She was a virgin, dangling that cherry I knew was meant to be mine like a fucking carrot, and I was only so strong.
“Please.” Her soft whimper snapped something inside of me.
One moment, I was caging her against the wall, and the next, I pulled away.
She gasped, but my hands were too busy, my mind in a lust-filled haze, I pulled her shirt off like a savage, watching as her beautiful bountiful breasts bounced up and down encased in a lacy white bra.
I had never seen anything more mouthwatering than my woman’s tits.
She whimpered, and I blinked. My breathing ragged, I fought to claw on to some kind of sanity.
But the sight of her? In white, basically see-through lace that not only screamed virginal innocence but showed me her pretty, dark areolas and tightened nipples that strained for my attention?
It ruined me. I wanted to nuzzle her tits, press them together so I could nip and lick both at the same time.
But I somehow forced myself to still.
“Tell me to stop.” My voice rumbled with a scratchiness I didn’t recognize.
“Tell me to stop, Abby.” She shook her head, her eyes locked with mine, unknowingly making her tits sway back and forth like an abundant offering.
“Abby,” I started to say, but she stepped forward, pushing her body off the wall, and stood right in front of me.
Without breaking eyes contact, she moved her hands between us and slowly, like she wanted to test the strength of my heart as it leapt against my chest with heavy thumps, she undid button after button.
The animal side of me wanted to brush her hands away and rip the fucking thing off, but I managed to keep still and let her take care of all the buttons.
When the hell did this shirt grow so many buttons?
I wondered. Before I knew it, those soft slightly shaky fingers brushed against my bare skin, pushing the material off my shoulders until my shirt dropped to the floor.
Abby’s nails scraped down my chest, making my abdominal muscles twitch and dance beneath her light touch, aching for more. More of everything. Yet I stayed still. Until her hand reached for my belt buckle. My hand covered hers in an instant, and she swallowed hard.
“You don’t have to do this. We can slow down and—“
“Do you want me?” she cut me off. My cock pulsed. Her hand slithered away from mine and palmed my length. “Feels like you do,” she pointed out like a temptress I would let walk me through the gates of hell.
“Abby.”
“Please?” Her soft eyes felt like they could see right through me. That was the nail that hammered the coffin shut for me. I was in trouble for the rest of my days to come. I knew, deep in my soul, there was no damn way I could ever say no to this woman. My woman.
My Adam’s apple bobbed up and down almost as heavily as my chest rose and fell when I gave her a curt nod.
She undid my belt buckle and popped the top button of my pants.
I forced my eyes to stay open as she carefully unzipped them.
The sound echoed in my chest, and my eyes fluttered shut at the relief of my cock springing free.
Abby made this little fucking sound I knew would be etched in my brain forever.