Chapter 15 CORMAC
CORMAC
Davie shuffles into the kitchen like everything is normal, rinsing out her empty coffee mug then placing it in the dishwasher beside the sink.
She keeps her eyes low and focused on each task. Each movement reveals a slight tremble in her hands as if the pressure of maintaining a calm veneer needs that small release, or else she’ll lose control.
“Are you thirsty? You’ve been up for hours, right? I can pour you another coffee or—”
“Davie.” She flinches at the sound of her name, and that’s the last straw. Rounding the kitchen island, I herd my nervous wife backward until she bumps into the marble countertop.
My hands sink into her hips before lifting her onto the counter. The cotton sleep shirt and cardigan bunch under her ass, exposing thick, pale thighs that naturally fall open to accommodate my wide girth.
“What… We shouldn’t…”
My finger lands on her parted lips. “Shh… It’s my turn to talk now.
” I let the digit pull on the soft flesh, the wet, pink gleam inside her mouth stirring all sorts of fantasies of other wet, pink parts of her.
“You’re scared, I know. That’s why I’ve let you dictate our pace, but we’re married now, and I think it’s time I’ve made myself clear. ”
“C-Clear?” Davie gulps, and I gently trace the subtle action. Down her vulnerable throat. Over the strain of a peaked nipple through her shirt. Past her round belly.
Until my palm rests on her trembling thigh, my thumb dipping into the crease where smooth skin meets cotton panties.
Cotton shirt. Cotton panties. Practical.
Just like my girl.
“Jesse isn’t the only one I want out of this arrangement,” I admit, stroking the mound of her pussy through thin material until dry gives way to damp, and the change has me ignoring the slow tease in favor of sliding my eager fingers inside her panties to feel the intoxicating wetness for myself.
Davie’s hands wrap around the edge of the counter like I wish they’d wrap around me, her knuckles turning white with the pressure.
A shudder wracks her body as she offers the tiniest bit of consent—rocking her pelvis forward so the tips of my fingers are engulfed in her clenching heat.
“The moment I saw you on my ranch, I wanted you, even if I figured it’d be impossible for such a sweet creature to let me near after what you witnessed.”
“You…” Davie’s eyes fluttered shut then opened again as she licked her lips, struggling to find her words. “You should learn how to control your temper.”
Chuckling, I shake my head. “Oh, sweetheart… When it comes to someone hurting what’s mine, defending them will win out every time.” Like with my son and his aunt. They’re mine, now, and if someone dares to fuck that up, they’ll learn how well I control my temper.
So well that they end up six feet deep somewhere in the back forty.
“I’m not yours.” Davie whimpers after a brutal thrust of my fingers in retribution for voicing such a lie. “At least not like that. We’re married on paper for Jesse’s sake. I can't sleep with you. It wouldn't be responsible.”
“And you're always responsible, aren't you?”
“I have to be. It's my job.”
“Actually, it's not. Your job is to care for Jesse, and we both know you're phenomenal at it.” My boy couldn’t do better than my sweet little wife. “Otherwise? You're free to do what you want. Break free, baby.”
My free hand lifts to cup her pinkened cheek. “Here with me? You don't have to worry about a damn thing. I'm your shield, and you've seen how fiercely I protect what's mine.”