Chapter Six
Wade
I’m frozen in the doorway, wondering if I’m dreaming or falling into some kind of unconscious wet dream. Either way, I’m pretty sure I’m embarrassingly close to coming in my jeans.
“I’ll, ugh, I’ll get out of your way. I just needed to grab the oil for the saddle. I forgot I brought it in by accident the other night. Jasper is in the mudroom playing with the barn cat that’s not supposed to be in the house.”
I don’t even know what I’m saying. I only know that I can’t look away from her big, full breasts floating in the suds.
She swallows hard and looks away before dropping her gaze to my hard cock. “Do you like what you see?”
My lips pinch together, and I’m wholeheartedly unsure of how to answer.
On one hand, she knows the truth already.
My fucking Pinocchio-like cock is telling that story loud and clear.
On the other hand, I don’t want her to leave, so bending her over and fucking her little, pink pussy isn’t the right move either.
“It’s obvious you do.” She leans up from the tub slowly, bubbles moving around her curved frame. “You don’t have to deny it.”
Fuck. She wants this as badly as I do. That, or she’s confused by the wealth of emotions she’s gone through over the last few days.
I’m not sure right now it matters. I can’t make anything out of any of this. It’s too fucked up.
“Okay,” I clear my throat, “but if I start being honest, things might get weird.”
“I like weird.” She bites back the cutest, little smile. “I like weird a lot.”
Okay, maybe I can make something out of this.
I step inside the bathroom and close the door behind me, my hand rubbing the hard ridge of my cock as I watch her soft body move in the suds like a fucking dream.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for, honey.
I haven’t been touched in years. You take the guardrails off, I might do things to you that make you question staying, and I need you to stay. ”
She looks up at me, blinking through long lashes. “Do you think about me? Like before this? Is that why you came to check on me last night? Were you really stalking me?”
“You sure you want the answer?”
Her hair falls off her shoulder as she nods.
I take in a deep breath, trying to configure my thoughts before I speak, but I’m not sure the attempt helps much. “Yes, I was really stalking you, and you’ve been the object of my fantasies for months. I’d say since you started cutting my hair.”
She staggers in a breath, her eyelids heavy. “And what happens in your fantasies?”
I bite back a grin. “Oh, honey. If this were a fantasy, I’d tell you to take my cock in your pretty little mouth, and I’d fuck your face until my come was dripping off your chin.”
She moves her hand away from her chest, exposing dark purple nipples. “What else?” Her fingertip grazes over the hard ridge in my jeans, leaving behind a streak of water.
“I’d lay you back, I’d spread those thick thighs, and I’d eat that pussy until you were begging me to stop. Then, I’d sink inside of you, and I’d make you scream out my name while I made you mine.”
Her eyes never leave my gaze. “What happens when I’m yours?”
“You’re safe.” I land my hand on the side of her face. “You’re protected. You bring home strays and you don’t worry about what I think. You be yourself and I love you for it.”
She’s staring at me as she reaches up for my hand, her soaking, nude body rising from the water like some kind of goddess I know for a fucking fact I won’t be able to control myself around.
Her heavy round breasts, dripping wet. Her long blonde hair, soaked at the ends. Her soft little slit, deliciously pink.
I lean in, pressing her soaking body against mine as I drag my hand down over the curve of her hips and land on her thick ass.
“Fuck,” I groan against the lobe of her ear before nibbling my way down her shoulder and onto her mouth. I’ve thought about this moment for so long and now it’s here.
She sighs softly as our lips meet.
I haven’t kissed a woman in years. Not like this. Never like this.
Fuck!
My cock is so fucking hard it’s going to explode!
“I want you, Wade,” she pants in my ear. “I need you.”
I move my lips down over her neck, onto her shoulder, breathing in the clean scent of soap as I grab and squeeze everything I can get my hands on.
I’m an addict, and she’s my drug. That’s clear to see, and I’m not letting her leave.
She grips hold of my belt and unlatches the buckle, tugging my jeans to the ground, exposing my heavy cock that stands at attention. Her gaze lifts to mine. “I need to feel you.”
“I don’t have a condom.”
“I don’t care.” She slides her small wet hand onto my pulsing dick and strokes in a corkscrew motion. “I need to feel you.”
Fuck!
“Come on, honey.” I grip her slippery hips and guide her out of the tub, lean her forward against the farmhouse sink, and bury my starving cock into her tight little core like I don’t have a million reasons not to.
“God damn,” the words spill out in a grunted exhalation as I thrust into her harder, “you’re tight.”
“And you’re enormous,” she pants as she grips the edges of the sink.
I try to thrust gently, but the second I catch sight of her face in the mirror, I lose it.
“Look at me, sweetheart.”
She drags her head up and stares back at me in the mirror, her mouth dropped open, her eyes wide, her hair a frazzled mess as I thrust harder and faster.
“Good girl. Now tell me you need it. Tell me you need my come.”
She slips back as I pummel in deeper, her round ass jiggling and bouncing with every rough thrust.
“I need your come, Wade. Please… fill me up! Fuck me like you need it!”
“Oh, I need it,” I growl and thrust harder, pressing against her innocent flesh with a hiss as her shiny, soaking frame bounces.
I try to be cognizant of the noises we’re making as not to alarm Jasper, but I’m not sure how well I’m doing at that.
My teeth sink into her shoulder as I grip her tighter and fuck her harder. “Come on, sweet girl. Come on my cock. I need to let go.”
“Let go,” she pants, her eyes closing as her head tilts back. “You’re right there. It feels so good.”
My thighs strain as the slap of our bodies echo in the small bathroom. “Fuck. I’m gonna lose it. You’re mine, sweet girl!” I growl low in her ear as I thrust in one final time.
“I’m yours,” she pants, and I feel her pussy tighten around my cock as her curved frame convulses against me.
Jesus Christ! I hold her tighter as sunlight filters in from the window behind us, and with that one final thrust, my balls empty inside of her tight, little pussy.
“Fuck,” I slur, pumping the last bits of pleasure into her as she pants and sighs. “You feel so fucking good, sweetheart.”
I’m not sure how long we’re in this position, but I know I’m ready to go again when I hear Jasper holler from the other room.
“Mom! Dad’s here!”
Dad’s here? My brows narrow as I stare toward Sara in the mirror. “I’ve got this.”
“Oh my God,” she pauses and stares down at the sink before lifting her ass away and turning toward me, “the location tracker on my phone. I didn’t think to turn it off last night.”
Fuck. I should’ve thought of that. Of course he’s tracking her every move. Why wouldn’t he?
“Okay.” I kiss her forehead. “Stay here and warm up. I’ll take care of everything. I’ll be back for more in a minute.”
“I—”
I land my lips on hers. “You’re mine now and I take care of what’s mine.
” I tug my jeans on, hand her my flannel from behind the bathroom door, head down the hall, and grab my gun off the rack by the door before bending down toward Jasper.
My intention is to send him to the playroom with the cat while I take care of his sad fucking excuse of a father, but as I bend closer to him, I realize that’s not the best option.
As much as I hate Pete for hurting Sara, he’s still Jasper’s father. Not me.
“It’s okay,” Sara says, her hand on my back as she steps into the mudroom, my flannel hitting below her knees. Fuck… she looks good. “I’ll talk to him.”
“No, you’re soaking wet and you’re barely dressed. You’ll freeze out there.”
She bends down to her son and takes his tiny hands in hers.
“Why don’t you and Wade go write Mommy a list of all the fun foods you love.
I need to talk to Daddy for a second, okay?
” She stands up straighter and stares up at me.
“I know you want to do this, but if you go out there, it’s going to turn into a fight. I won’t be long.”
“Your legs.” I slide my barn boots toward her and take my jacket off the hook by the door. “Cover up at least.”
She nods and steps into the tall boots as I wrap the jacket around her soft body as she steps out into the cold.
This isn’t what I’m wired to do. I don’t sit and wait. I don’t watch a sweet, caring woman go out into the cold to fight a man that claims to love her. No, I’m supposed to protect her from all that.
I nod toward Jasper. “Why don’t you go draw pictures of that list your mom wanted while you watch cartoons with the cat. I’ll be right in.”
He offers me a tip of the oversized cowboy hat he’s moved into and runs off into the living room like nothing else in the world matters.
I, on the other hand, stand next to the glass with my hand on my pistol, watching every move the asshole makes. If he tries anything, I’m not giving second chances.