Chapter 12
Paisley
My heart is hammering so hard I can barely hear anything else.
Dean’s standing in front of me, soaking wet, eyes wild and desperate, holding my face like I might disappear if he lets go.
The whole town is watching. Cars are backed up along the road, their windows rolled down, people openly staring, but I don’t give a damn.
All I can see is him.
“I love you too,” I whisper, the words tumbling out before I can overthink them. My voice cracks, but I keep going. “Dean, I love you. I’ve been falling for you since the paddle incident. These days with you have been the best days of my life.”
Tears spill down my cheeks. I reach up and grip his wrists, needing to hold onto him just as tightly as he’s holding me.
“I don’t want to go back to Denver. I wouldn’t miss that stupid job for a second.
I wouldn’t even miss my teeny tiny apartment where I can hear my neighbors argue at two in the morning.
” A watery laugh escapes me. “I can find work anywhere. I don’t care what it is.
I’ll waitress, I’ll work retail, I’ll answer phones, whatever.
As long as I’m here with you, I don’t care. ”
Dean’s green eyes search mine, something fierce and tender flashing across his face. His calloused thumbs brush away my tears even as more fall.
Before I can say anything else, he shakes his head, a slow, relieved smile breaking through the panic.
“That’s not necessary, Paddles.” His voice is rough, full of emotion. “You’re going to be part of the family. And that means you work for the family. You belong here.”
I don’t bother telling him that sounds like a dream come true. If he spent one day in my cubicle at the bank, he would rip his hair out by the roots.
Letting out a shaky laugh, I throw my arms around his neck, pulling him down into a kiss right there on the side of the road in front of half the town.
Pressed so close together I can feel the hard line of his cock nudging my stomach.
Just like when we cuddled by the fire it sends a pulse of heat straight to my center.
His arms wrap around me instantly, strong and sure, lifting me slightly off the ground as he kisses me back like he’s been starving for it.
The sound of a few people clapping and whistling finally breaks through, but I don’t care. Let them watch.
This is exactly where I’m supposed to be.
The ride back to Dean’s cabin is a blur of winding mountain roads and his big, calloused hand resting high on my thigh, fingers tracing lazy circles that make my pussy throb with anticipation. Every bump in the road sends little jolts of pleasure straight to my clit.
I’ve been on the edge for days. Kissing and cuddling by the campfire only added fuel the fire.
He doesn’t even let me unbuckle fully before he’s on me, hauling my ass across the console into his lap. His mouth crashes down on mine in a scorching kiss that tastes like sunshine and pure hunger. His cock is already rock-hard beneath me, thick and insistent against my core through our clothes.
“Been dying to get you naked, Paddles,” he growls against my lips, one hand fisting in my hair while the other palms my ass, grinding me down onto his cock. “Two days of feeling that tight little body against me, smelling how wet you get for me and pretending I didn’t notice was torture.”
I whimper, a needy, broken sound that makes his green eyes darken.
“Dean…please. I need you.”
He carries me inside like I weigh nothing, kicking the door shut behind us.
The cabin is rustic and masculine. All exposed wood beams, a massive stone fireplace, and a king-sized bed.
He sets me down only long enough to strip me bare, his hands rough and reverent as he peels away my shirt and shorts.
Cool air kisses my overheated skin, making my nipples tighten into aching peaks.
“Fucking, look at you,” he rasps, stepping back to drink me in. His gaze is molten, raking over my breasts, my stomach, down to my glistening, dripping center. “So pretty and soaked already. This greedy little pussy dripping for my cock?”
“For days,” I whine. “All that time we were alone was wasted.”
He doesn’t make me beg twice. He sheds his own clothes, revealing the sculpted, sun-bronzed body I’d been fantasizing about. His cock springs free of his trunks. Thick, veined, and gloriously long, the head is already glistening with precum.
My mouth waters at the sight.
He backs me toward the bed, tumbling me onto the soft mattress before crawling over me like a predator.
His mouth finds my breast first, sucking hard on one nipple while his fingers delve between my thighs.
Two thick digits plunge into my pussy without warning, curling perfectly against that spot inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyes.
I cry out, hips bucking wildly. I’m so wet the obscene squelching sounds fill the room as he fucks me with his fingers, his thumb circling my swollen clit with ruthless precision.
“That’s it, Paddles,” he murmurs, voice dark and filthy. “Show me how badly you want my cock.”
I’m a whimpering mess, thighs trembling, grinding desperately against his hand.
“Please,” I beg on a broken whisper, “I want to feel you so deep.”
He pulls his fingers free with a wet pop, bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean with a groan.
“You taste like heaven, Paddles. Later I want to make you come on my tongue but I need to be inside you now.”
He notches the tip of his cock at my entrance, rubbing it up and down my soaked slit, teasing my clit until I’m sobbing with need. Then, with one powerful thrust, he buries himself to the hilt.
Warmth races through my veins, making my limbs tingle as my walls pulse around him. I stretch to accommodate his girth but there’s no pain, only pleasure.
Pleasure that he’s mine.
Mine to love. Mine to fuck.
I scream his name, nails digging into his broad shoulders as pleasure blurs into pure ecstasy as he begins to thrust.
“Fuuuck, Paisley,” he snarls, forehead pressed to mine, hips snapping forward in deep, punishing strokes. “So tight. So perfect. Your cunt was made for me.”
Every thrust drags against my walls, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the room. I’m lost to the pleasure, whimpering, moaning, legs wrapped around his waist as he fucks me senseless.
“Harder,” I beg, voice wrecked.
He growls, flipping us so I’m riding him, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise.
“Take what you need.”
Bouncing on his thick length, my breasts jiggle with every movement.
He sits up, sucking bruises into my neck while one finger strokes dizzying circles around my clit.
The coil inside me snaps hard and fast. I come with a keening wail, my pussy clamping down on him like a vice, gushing around his pistoning cock.
He flips me onto my back again, pounding through my orgasm with feral intensity.
“Good girl. Milk my cock. Gonna fill this greedy cunt up.”
With a guttural roar, he buries himself deep and comes in hot spurts that warm me from the inside. He keeps thrusting through it, pushing his release deeper, until we were both trembling and spent.
We collapse in a tangle of limbs, his cock still twitching inside me. Blissed-out cuddles follow, his big body curled protectively around mine, one hand lazily stroking my hip as I nuzzle into his chest, inhaling the scent of sweat, and sex.
Later, when the room finally goes quiet, I lie there listening to the rain against the windows. The same kind of rain that used to make me dread being stuck inside.
Tonight, it feels peaceful.
Dean’s arms wrap around me, his heartbeat steady beneath my cheek, and for once I’m not thinking about what comes next.
I’m not worried about tomorrow. I’m not wondering if I’m making the right choice.
I already know.
Somewhere between the river and the mountains and the man who refused to let me leave, I found the place I was looking for.
I found my home.