Chapter 20
CHAPTER TWENTY
RYE
“You don’t care that I’m a barren woman?” she asked quietly.
“Spitfire,” I said, shaking my head and rubbing my lips back and forth over her scar, “you may not have a uterus, but you’re anything but barren. You’re lush and full and perfect. Everywhere I look when I’m with you grows greener. You are a survivor. Now, open those lovely legs for me, and lemme show you just how much I don’t care.”
She smiled a smile so bright, I thought the sun had come out at midnight, and she caught her bottom lip between her teeth. She loved my mouth and beard on her pussy, and I was fixing to give her what she wanted, but she slapped her hands on my shoulders before I could descend.
“Wait. Don’t do that. If you do that, I’ll come too fast.”
“And the problem with that is…?”
“I want you slow, and I want you inside me right now.”
Well now.
She was a fucking warrior goddess. Who was I to deny her anything?
I climbed over her, loving how her legs wrapped around my hips and gearing up to drive home, but she held my face between her hands and kissed me, and I got lost in her for a few moments, almost forgetting that my cock was hard and primed and waiting impatiently.
Almost.
But I was in awe of this woman, utterly and completely. And silently, I vowed that she’d never have to face anything alone again. Not a bad day, a shitty quarter at the bookstore, a fender bender, or even fucking cancer, God forbid it came back.
Not ever.
“Before you,” she said softly, “sex was… not much fun. It’s never felt this good. Now that I have my body back and know what it’s capable of, I wanna savor it.”
“Spitfire,” I whispered. “If that’s what you want, you got it.”
I entered her slowly, my eyes fixed on hers and her hands still holding me.
“I love how you make me feel, Rye. It’s not wrong.”
Shaking my head, I said, “Nothin’ wrong with you and me.”
We made love then, like you see in the movies, all slow moves and lovers becoming one. Our phones rang more than once. The world outside tried to interrupt us, but we ignored it.
Sweat slicked us together while she controlled my pace with her hands clutching my ass, and she came with my body buried so far inside hers that I felt her orgasm in every one of my own nerve endings.
“How do you do that?” she asked as I pumped into her slowly, guiding her down from her high and getting ready to take her right back up.
“What?” I asked, swiping a sweaty lock of hair from her cheek.
“How do you know how to make me come like that? I’m embarrassed to say it, but with… Tommy, it took quite a bit more effort, but most times I faked it or he finished and didn’t bother to finish me .”
Man, I hated hearing that guy’s name while I was loving her, but I knew I needed to get over myself. He had been her husband. Her first love. He was the father of her children. He’d always be a part of her life, a good and a bad part.
When I arched an eyebrow in confusion, she explained. “He rarely got it right. If he happened to find the right ‘spot’ and I responded, he’d stay there for a few seconds, but then he’d move on, and I’d be left thinkin’, ‘Are you kiddin’ me right now? Go back! My clit’s between my legs, not on my stomach or my boobs.”
I held back a laugh. The way she’d described the subpar sex she’d had was funny, but the subject wasn’t. I was still hard as stone inside her, but this was a touchy subject for her, I knew.
“But I could never say it to him. I could never say what I needed. Not like with you.”
“Did you love him?” I asked. I had to know.
“Of course I did. He was my husband.”
“I know. I’m sorry, but I meant, were you in love with him? Truly in love? Was he in love with you?”
“I-I, I mean, we… A long time ago, I thought I loved him.”
“It’s not wrong to say you weren’t in love with him, Aubrey. And there’s the difference. I am in love with you.”
Her eyes widened. She didn’t say anything, but her hands never stopped caressing my back.
“I know how to make you feel good because I love you. I think maybe I always have. I’m in awe of you, of how strong you are and how beautiful. I’m not thinkin’ about my own pleasure when my hands are all over you and I’m inside you, when my lips touch your skin. The whole point of all of it is to make you feel good, inside and out.
“Bein’ with you makes me feel happier than I’ve ever been, so you see, my Spitfire, it’s a win-win for me.” She smiled, but something made me remember her dark porch. “Can I ask you somethin’ else?”
She trailed her fingers over my collarbone, then slipped them between us, and they slowly traveled lower. “Hm?”
“Why do you leave your porch light off?”
My question stopped the warm caress of her hand over my stomach, and my cock jerked inside her.
She moaned and hummed, “Huh?”
“Every time I come over, it’s off.”
“What does that have to do with?—”
“Why?” I asked again. “Don’t you need it to see who’s at your door?”
She laughed. “I mean, no one really comes to my door. My boys don’t come home as often as they used to. It’s just me here. Roxi comes over, but she’s never seemed to mind. If I need it, I turn it on, but when I don’t, what’s the point of wastin’ the energy?”
“I don’t like thinkin’ about you here alone with no light. If you let me, I’ll be with you. You’ll never have to be alone again, and you can leave your light on for me.”
Her eyes fell shut, and she rolled her hips, begging me silently to move inside her again, and when I did, she whispered, “You’re the most romantic person I think I’ve ever met.”
I planted my knees on the bed and flipped us. I wanted her above me, riding me to ecstasy and back when I came.
“Don’t you tell nobody.”
She teased, “Your secret is safe with me, cowboy.”
She groaned when I flexed my hips and pushed inside her sweet heat again, and I watched her whole body relax when I filled her up. She became liquid in my arms.
Sure as fuck, I knew where her clit was. Hell, that first night she’d screamed my name, I’d dropped a pin so I’d never forget its location. And now, I moved my hand between us and massaged it in slow, wet circles while she ground down on me, rolling her hips and taking me deeper inside, and her head fell back, her chin tipped toward the ceiling.
What a fucking vision. How she could think she’d become unwanted with age or sickness was beyond me. I’d never seen such full, soft, utterly feminine beauty.
She grasped at my thighs behind her, arching her back and dragging my cock in and out with every glide, and I rubbed round and round, whispering how beautiful she was while she rode me.
“Goddamn, look how good you take me, baby. So fuckin’ sexy.”
The urge to come became difficult to ignore as I watched her. My eyes zeroed in on the hardness of my cock stretching her again and again, her pussy accepting me with every roll of her hips, and the sound of her moans made me wild.
I couldn’t take my eyes from the sight, but then her breasts bounced and swayed to our movements. I reached up to pinch one taut, peaked nipple, and she began to pant and fuck me harder.
“Take what you need from me, Aubrey,” I said, my voice a reverent whisper.
Something was happening between us tonight. Our connection had changed. Nothing about the way she let me love her was fake.
She was riding me now, getting off on me, thrashing and leaning further back while the orgasm grew deep inside her. I felt her body clutch and grasp at my dick while I licked my thumb and rubbed harder over her clit.
She dug her nails into my thighs. “Come with me. Please .”
“As you wish.”
She gasped and froze above me, and then she called her release into the quiet night, and I let myself go inside her.
It sounded like we’d brought the house down around us. I nearly bucked her off the bed, I came so fucking hard. I swore I heard the roof shaking and doors slamming shut, and I was still coming.
But then I heard a weird voice outside the bedroom door.
Had I hallucinated it? Was the most intense sexual experience I’d ever had messing with my ears? Aubrey twisted her head in the same direction just as the door was thrown open, and two guys barreled into the room and headed straight for me.
Aubrey shrieked and rolled off my dick, which was still hard as slicked steel and standing up straight. Cum shot up in the air, but I managed to pull the covers over me quickly.
“What the fuck!” one of the guys shouted.
Aubrey yanked her robe from the end of the bed, covering herself as quickly as she could, and I was fixing to bust in some heads. I threw the covers off again.
Both guys stopped in their tracks, and their hands flew up to cover their eyes. In unison, they yelped, “No, no, no! Don’t do that!”
“It’s okay,” Aubrey whispered to me, and I covered my manly parts with the blanket again, but I was dead ready to wrassle both their twiggy asses to the ground. Was this a home invasion? I figured the shotgun rack in the back window of my truck would deter that kind of thing. It was parked right in front of Aubrey’s house.
One guy reached and fumbled around with one hand until he found the other’s head, and then he whacked his friend on the back of his noggin. “I told you we shoulda called her before we left, idiot!”
“I did call!” the second guy said in a pissed-off voice, swinging his arm aimlessly toward Aubrey. “Apparently, she was too busy to answer.”
The first guy whimpered and said, “I’m scarred for life, Ma,” still with his hand over his eyes, like if he removed it, he’d be shocked to death.
In the most mortified voice I’d ever heard, Aubrey said, “Boys, what’re you doin’ here?”
“Stay here. Please?” Aubrey pleaded as she hit the switch on her bedroom wall, and a too-bright light flooded the room. “I’m so sorry. Just give me a few minutes?”
“Yeah, Spitfire. Whatever you need,” I said, and I watched as she tore through her closet for fresh clothes. When she was fully covered in jeans and a sweatshirt with a picture of a stack of books that said, “I have no shelf control,” she tossed me a sorry smile and dashed from the room.
Figuring I’d better get dressed, too, I found my clothes on the floor and pulled them on, but I heard the twins going at Aubrey in her kitchen.
“What the hell, Ma?” one demanded.
The second backed him up. “Yeah. Who the fuck is that guy?”
“Boys, I’m only gonna say this once, so listen up. Don’t you speak to me like that. If you want answers to your questions, ask them respectfully.”
“Okay,” the first twin said. “Who the fuck is that guy, please .”
I snorted. It was funny, but I really didn’t like his tone.
I had no clue which twin was which ’cause they were nearly identical, and when they’d barged in on us, it was dark. I hadn’t seen them in several years, and we’d never been properly introduced.
“Benji, that does not count as respectful. Try again.”
Ah, so the softer voice came from Micah, and Benji was the balls-to-the-wall twin.
“Mama,” Micah said, “was he hurtin’ you?”
Aubrey’s soft, awkward laugh floated down the hall. “No, Micah. That’s Rye, and I’m pretty sure you already know what we were doin’. We were havin’… sex.”
All kinds of groaning reached my ears.
“Dammit, Ma,” Benji whined. “You’re not supposed to do that. You’re our ma!”
“Yeah,” Micah added. “And he ain’t our dad.”
I scoffed out loud. “Oh, come on.”
I’d heard enough. Aubrey didn’t deserve ridicule from the two people in this world who were supposed to love her the most.
After stomping my feet into my boots, I adjusted my still half-hard dick under my jeans and walked out into World War III.