Chapter Six
Knox
I can’t remember the last time I was with a woman like this. Maybe never. Probably never. I’m sure that makes me pathetic, but this moment is more raw, more real than anything I’ve ever experienced.
Juniper lays beneath me, her long dark hair splayed out over the mossy earth, her big dark eyes staring up at me, tears welling in the corners as she moans out in relief.
I could die right here, right now, and whatever we’re sharing would be worth it.
Her tight little pussy clenches down around my cock, tightening her grip as I thrust in harder and faster.
I’m desperate to come, but at the same time I want this to last. I want to memorize her sounds, remember the way her skin feels under mine, learn by heart the angles she likes best, and study how she moves when I thrust at different speeds.
Fuck!
I lower her leg and lean into her closer, desperate to feel her skin on mine. “Tell me you feel this too.”
Her breath catches as she stares up at me, still reeling from her orgasm. “I do. I certainly do, Knox. Come inside of me. I want you to fill me up.”
I’m not the kind of guy who’s ever thought about a family.
Not once. I’ve thought about a partnership where the workload gets split, but I’ve never in my life had thoughts of caring for a woman, holding her, and filling her up with a load of babies, but here the fuck I am, desperate to spill every drop of my seed inside of her.
I need to mark her tight, little pussy, and make sure no one touches her ever again.
I thrust in harder and lean into her neck, biting down on her shoulder. She winces and grips my back, arching into me. “Make me yours. Come inside of me.” There’s this little whine in her voice that takes me over the edge. It’s soft, feminine, and edging on frantic.
Leaning back a bit, I look down at her sweet face. She’s flushed with pink cheeks, her hazel eyes wild with need.
Fuck. “You look at me like that, and,” pressure builds deep in my core, and suddenly a rush of pleasure radiates as I continue to pound against the thick lips of her pussy, “you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she pants, her tone exhausted sounding.
For a long moment, I stay put, brushing her hair back, looking down into her eyes, holding her close. “I didn’t hurt you, did I? I know that was pretty raw.”
“God no!” She smiles and leans up into my lips for a kiss, lingering for a moment. “I loved it.”
“Good. I did too. And you don’t sense any ghosts around?”
She grins. “Not a single one. That EMF reader in my pocket hasn’t gone off either. Maybe all the lost spirits were looking for a good old-fashioned peep show before they crossed over.”
“Well,” I laugh, “I think they got more than their money’s worth.”
“Yeah,” she smiles sweetly, tiny hand on my face, fingers threading into my beard, “I think they did too.”
I shift slightly, brushing the cold earth beside me, and something smooth catches beneath my palm.
I sit up and pull away from her, blinking down at the shiny object covered with fallen pine needles.
It’s a coin. An old, worn, silver, 1921 Morgan dollar.
I lift it from the ground and press the worn money between my fingers. I’ve found a lot of weird things out here, but this is the first time I’ve found anything like this.
“Oh my God.” Juniper sits up and snatches the coin from my hand.
“Dad used to carry one just like this. Said it was his lucky charm.” She smiles, her brain going a mile a minute.
“He used to keep it in his jacket pocket. They couldn’t find it after the accident.
But… this isn’t his. It can’t be. Why would it be here? ”
I shrug. “Maybe it’s a sign.”
“You don’t believe in signs.” She rolls her eyes and squirms out from beneath me, tugging her clothes back into place as she talks.
“I didn’t believe in a lot of things until you came along. Now… I don’t know.” I turn it over in my hand, the metal warm now from my skin. “You should keep it.”
Her fingers brush mine as she tucks the coin into the pocket of her shirt, a content smile on her face as though she just won a bet she never made.
I’ve never been good at this part, emotions always confuse me, but somehow with Juniper it’s easier. She can laugh at my sarcasm, call me out when I’m being an idiot, and still look at me like I’m worth the trouble.
Guess miracles do happen. I caught feelings and ate dinner before six. Next thing you know, I’ll be journaling in my truck and crying at sunsets.
Thing is, if she’s there… I wouldn’t hate it.