Chapter Nine
Pepper
I’ve never sucked a dick in my life. Sure, I’ve seen videos and I tried to apply some of that knowledge today in the oven timer race. Thankfully, Rhett did come… hard. I know, because I’m still tasting him. I probably will be for days.
He’s salty and warm, with a slight sweetness I wasn’t expecting. A slight sweetness I’m already craving again.
What is it about a big, giant, rugged man that makes me want to do filthy things? That makes me want to obey? That makes me want to crawl down on my knees and serve?
Something is wrong with me. That, or my body is reacting like it should. I remember reading online once how women’s bodies are hormonally inclined to find tall, broad shouldered men with muscles attractive. It has something to do with a primal, evolutionary response.
According to the book, a big, tall, tough guy will probably protect your cave and give you strong children. So yeah, there’s nothing wrong with me. I’m human. A human reacting to my primal DNA.
Let’s go with that.
“What do you think?” Rhett stares toward me with wide eyes as though I’m some high and mighty TV chef about to toss down the hammer on his grandma’s biscuits.
“They’re delicious.” I grin. “Like, look at the height on these things.” I hold one up to highlight the two-inch height. “Grandma knew what she was doing. What was she like?”
He leans his heavy weight up against the back of the couch in the dim light of the living room.
Shadows pool in the corners, warm and quiet, our private world hidden beyond them.
We could’ve sat at the dining room table, but we opted for a blanket on the floor of the living room instead.
A house picnic is what we’re calling it, and so far, it’s lovely.
We’ve eaten our steaks and now we’re having both biscuits and cake at the same time… not a vegetable in sight.
“Grandma was like no one else. She had this quiet certainty about her.” He strokes his hand down over his beard, tugging at the gray bits on his chin as he talks. “Whenever a day was tough or life got hard, everything somehow felt better just being next to her. She’d have liked you a lot.”
“Yeah?” I grin. “Which part, ‘cause lately I’m feeling like a complete train wreck.”
“Why do you feel like a train wreck?”
I shrug and stare at the man that kidnapped me from my wedding twelve hours ago.
The much older man I’ve since let finger me, drive his cock into my throat, and then offered me homemade biscuits.
“Oh, I don’t know… just all the randomness of the day, I guess.
Plus, all the stuff going on with my mom lately has been making life a lot more complicated.
I mean, if it were up to me, I’d buy her a brand-new house that’s handicap accessible and I’d live next door, so I was always there if she needed anything.
How did you manage when your grandparents got older? That must have been hard.”
“I lived with them in their farmhouse so I could take care of them. It’s how families should be. One big house, everyone caring for each other.”
My chest warms, and I divert my gaze to the fuzzy, deer blanket sprawled out on the floor before looking up again. “I wouldn’t have expected a comment like that from you. You seem so… big and tough.”
“Probably wouldn’t have said that twenty years ago, but getting old is rough. Having family around keeps you human.” He hands me a fork as he talks.
“So, who’s going to take care of you when you’re old and crazy? Do you still want a family?”
“I’d have loved a family, but I’m a little intense for most people, and I don’t know, life feels over now.”
“Over? You’re not that old.”
He grins and digs into the cake, nodding toward me to take a scoop as well. “We have to feed this to each other, right? It is a wedding cake after all.”
“Right.” I grin, sinking my fork into a soft, chocolaty slice. When I lift it, he shifts closer, and without thinking, we move at the same time, his hand lifting, mine rising, our arms crossing in the space between us.
We pause there for a second, tangled in this quiet, little knot, his mouth opening and closing again before he finally speaks. “You’re perfect.” His fork hovers near my mouth, mine near his, the faint brush of his wrist against mine as we lean into each other and take a bite.
The chocolate is smooth and creamy, the sponge soft and moist, but as we toss our forks to the side and lean into each other’s arms, the cake is the last thing I’m thinking about. For some reason, I’m thinking about the future, about what it would feel like to be in his arms for good.
“Tell me more about your farmhouse,” I say, leaning my head against his shoulder like I’ve been lying it here for years.
“Okay, well,” he clears his throat, “it’s this three-story monster of a place with worn, wood siding and a wraparound porch. It’s rustic and weathered, but it sits in the middle of acres and acres of pastures with a big red barn in the distance.”
“Sounds like a dream,” I hum, lost in the timbre of his voice as he speaks.
“It’s peaceful, like nothing else exists up there except the land and the animals.”
“What kind of animals? Do you have those little, tiny cows? The ones with the horns?”
“Highlands?”
I nod.
“No, but I have a few horses, some goats, loads of turkeys, and Charlie. I board horses too, but that is few and far between. Thankfully, I’ve got good neighbors who help out while I’m doing jobs like this.”
I grin. “Jobs like kidnapping women from their weddings or jobs like the lake house?”
“Both.” He smiles and I swear my heart actually expands.
“I always had this fantasy that I lived on a farm. I don’t know why, I don’t have any real experience with it, but I think it’s the idea that everything is real, ya know? Like you work with your hands, creating something tangible. That’s why I like painting too.”
“It’s real alright.” He laughs under his breath. “A lot of work, but it’s what I was raised on, and it feels like home.”
I’m quiet for a moment, the words he’s said resonating somewhere surprising inside of me.
“Where’d you go?” he says, his calloused fingertips circling my bare thigh.
“I was just thinking about what you said. I don’t remember the last time something felt like home.”
“Must feel like home when you visit your mom, right?”
“Well,” I snuggle into him tighter, “kind of, but everything changed after she got sick. It’s like she’s there, but it’s not the same as it was, ya know?”
He nods slowly, his strong hands massaging my legs as I talk. “I get it. We should find a way to update that house for her. If she had the right tools, I’d bet she could be out in a greenhouse again.”
I smile at the dream of my mother outside working with her hands like she used to. “Yeah, and someday, when I’m rich beyond my wildest dreams, it’s the first thing I’m doing for her.”
He groans low under his breath as though he’s frustrated for me. “I can’t believe Nathan didn’t offer to help with that. The man has more money than he knows what to do with.”
“I know. It made me sick how much he spent on the wedding, knowing that money could’ve changed my mom’s life. He seemed so kind at first, like he cared about me. That’s why the shift felt so abrupt and almost unbelievable. Like I’d done something to cause it.”
Rhett kisses the top of my head. “None of that was your fault. You’re safe now, baby girl. I’ll take care of you. It might take some time to figure out, but I’ll help your mom too.”
I want to climb up in his lap, hug him tight, and call him daddy. I want to blindly accept that this feeling will last forever and that he means everything he’s saying.
“We should go crawl into bed,” he says. “You’ve had a long day. You need your sleep.”
“Can we stay here a second longer, daddy?” I kiss him gently and snuggle back into his arms, confused as hell as to why this feels so damn right.
“Sure, baby girl.” His chest rises under my cheek, and his hand rests on my back, his thick fingers drawing slow circles, steady and warm, like he was made for me.
I shift a little and his arm tightens around me instinctively.
God, this doesn’t make the confusion go away, it makes it worse, but maybe I’m not supposed to understand anything right now.
Maybe I’m supposed to fall asleep right here in the safety of his arms and figure everything out in the morning.
*****
I’m riding Rhett’s thick cock. He’s spreading me wide. His hands are on my hips, my gaze on his as I bounce hard and heavy over and over again.
He reaches up and grips my breasts as they sway. “You like riding on Daddy’s lap?”
My clit nearly bursts as his deep voice resonates through the room.
“I love it when Daddy teaches me new things,” I whine, cheeks burning red as my soaking pussy slides around on his dick. “I needed Daddy’s cock so badly.”
He brushes his rough hand down over my cheek and holds it against my throat. “Aww… your daddy needed you too. You feel how hard you get me?”
I land my hands on his solid chest and move them slowly over every tense muscle as he bounces me up and down on his monstrous cock.
I have no idea what a man like Rhett sees in a woman like me, but I’m not asking questions anymore.
For once in my life, I’m accepting what’s given to me and I’m enjoying the hell out of it.
“Daddy needs you, princess. Daddy needs that tight, little pussy strangling his cock.” He’s breathless, growling, an eagerness in his throat I haven’t heard yet.
My body twitches and my thighs tighten, as my pussy grabs hold of his thick dick.
“Oh God!” I’m screaming, aching, desperate, and digging for more when a heavy knock startles me awake, forcing me back to real life where I’m on the floor in the living room, tucked into Rhett’s arms.
I can’t believe we actually slept out here all night. Heck, I can’t remember the last time I slept that comfortably on the floor. I also can’t remember the last time I had a dream that intense. I think there might be a puddle on this blanket now.