24. Mags
24
MAGS
Dinner passes in a blur of delicious food and easy conversation as the storm rages outside.
After cleaning up the dishes together, Red suggests I take the opportunity to have a shower just in case the power goes out.
I use the time to calm my nerves and temper the anticipation building inside of me for what lies ahead. By the time I step out of the bathroom in my pajamas, I’m no longer worried about what I hope will happen, or the fact that I haven’t been with a man in years. I know Red will take care of me as much as I know I want to make tonight special for him too.
The cabin is lit with candles and the soft orange glow from the fireplace and just like that, my heart swells all over again. The man I love looks up from where he’s putting another log on the fire with a soft smile playing on his lips. He slowly rises to his feet, his eyes tracing over me appreciatively. “Hey, darlin’.”
"Hey," I reply softly, feeling a flutter in my chest at the way he looks at me.
Holding his hand out for mine, he laces our fingers together and draws me over to the couch, pulling me into his side. As I melt against him, both of us watching the crackling fire, we sit there just enjoying the moment.
After a while, he obviously decides he’s waited long enough and wraps his arm around my shoulders and pulls me into him, draping my legs over his lap. Believe me, I’m not complaining.
A content sigh escapes me when he presses a kiss to the top of my head, his beard tickling my skin. “You comfortable, darlin’?”
I smile up at him, flexing my fingers against his chest. “Yeah. How ‘bout you?”
He studies my face, his eyes hooded and warm before his gaze drops to my mouth and he licks his lips.
“Never thought I’d have this with you until this trip. Now I’m wonderin’ why it took the Call to open my eyes and see you,” he murmurs. “Now I can’t see anythin’ or anyone but you.”
“We would’ve worked it out eventually, whether there was a cupid mountain spirit wantin’ to reward you or not,” I say with a wry grin.
“Maybe she’s rewardin’ you too.”
A snort escapes me. “Not likely. I haven’t done anythin’ special to garner the spirit’s attention.”
“Everythin’ you do is special, Maggie. It’s just the way you are. You’re always lookin’ out for people, you make them happy just by givin’ them a smile when they walk through those diner doors. And you’ve always been there for me. Waitin’. Carin’. Bein’ what I needed when I didn’t even know it was what I wanted.”
“Red…”
He rests his palm against my cheek and tips my chin up. I lean into his touch, loving the way it soothes and grounds me, quieting my mind and bringing me a peace I never knew existed until now.
I take a deep breath, trying to process the overwhelming rush of emotions swirling within me. They’re no longer scary or worrying. They feel true, right… real . Red's words touch something deep inside my heart, a place I’ve been guarding, too scared to fail like I have in the past. But with him, I feel safe. I always have .
Overwhelming, uncontrollable desire washes over me and when I meet Red’s eyes, I find them blazing with lust.
I’m not sure who moves first but we meet in the middle, our lips melding together, kissing soft and slow at first then it grows hotter and more passionate as he grabs my hips and moves me into his lap.
“Want you so damn much,” he rasps against my skin as he drags his lips down to my throat.
"Yes…" I breathe. "Please…" I beg, my body no longer feeling like my own.
With an impressive show of strength, Red lifts me in his arms and he pushes up off the couch, crossing the cabin and carrying me toward the bed, kissing me the whole way.
Lowering me to my feet, he walks me backward until my knees hit the mattress and I fall onto it, pulling him down with me.
His body covers mine as he dips his chin, kissing me again, his lips moving soft and slow while the passion ignites between us, burning brighter and hotter than ever before. He teases the seam with his tongue before delving inside, looking for and stroking against mine.
A whirlwind of feelings and emotions circle inside of me, my body no longer feeling like my own. This isn’t about desire and want, it’s fueled by a pure carnal need to be with him. To both lose and find ourselves in one another after so long.
No matter how close we get, it's like it's not enough and it never will be, I cling to him as I pour everything I'm feeling into our connection, loving the way he's not holding back. This is the real Red, the one that he's buried deep for so many years. Just knowing that I'm the one bringing him back to life is a heady feeling that I'm not sure I'll ever get used to.
He sits up and straddles my hips, moving his hands to my top and removing it quickly as his mouth traces every inch of skin he reveals. Holding himself up over me, his hungry gaze roams over my body like a soft caress that has me heating up from the inside out and squirming under his attention. Even if I wanted to, there’s no stopping the soft moan that escapes my lips.
“You’re so damn beautiful. All mine too,” he murmurs before leaning down and taking my mouth again, groaning as his hands start to roam, cupping my breast and rolling his thumb over the sensitive skin. “I don’t know where to start. Just know I won’t want to stop when I do.”
“I don’t want you to stop,” I breathe, desperate to feel more of him, my body burning up as every second passes. “Anywhere, anythin’. Just want you. Need you," I rasp, looping my arms over his shoulders to tug him back down for another kiss.
Now that the dam has broken, it's like I can't get enough. I want to do everything to Red and for him to do the same to me, claiming every inch of my body while he does it.
Needing his skin on mine, I move my hands to his pajama top, my fingers shaking as I undo the buttons and reveal his tanned furred chest. He kisses me the whole time I do it, first on my mouth, then my neck after dragging his lips over my jaw to get there.
The air around us is filled with the sounds of labored breathing and rasping moans, the muted sound of the storm outside no longer registering. Nothing else matters except the two of us in this bed.
Red’s rumbling growl shoots through me when he throws his shirt away and pushes me back down into the mattress with his body cloaking mine, letting me feel every delectable inch of him.
When he rolls his hips, his hard length rubs against me, and I swear I almost levitate off the bed.
"Need you naked. Want you bare to me, Mags," he murmurs running his lips across my collarbone and down between my breasts. "Don't want anythin' between us, not now, not ever."
A snicker escapes me, making his eyes lift to meet mine. The wicked grin curving his lips so sexy it sends a shiver through me from my head to my toes.
“You goin’ to strip me down then Redmond?” I muse, loving the comfort and familiarity between us.
His mouth quirks up on the side making one of his dimples come out to play. “You bet I am. First time in my bed, first time together, there’s no way you’re takin’ that privilege away from me, darlin’.”
He pushes up so he can straddle me again, my eyes locked on the tempting bulge in his pants. My mouth waters. I want to explore him, taste his skin, find out what makes him groan and growl. I want him to be as crazy with lust as I am right now.
His hands snake around my ribs, his eyes flashing as he takes me in. I go to cover my breasts but a click of his tongue has me stopping in my tracks. “Don’t hide yourself from me, Mags. There ain’t a single part of you that I don’t like,” he says before sliding his fingers through my hair and crushing his lips to mine again as if to prove his point.
Our tongues stroke and circle each other, whimpers and groans vibrating between us, driving my need for the man higher and higher.
When we tear apart for some much-needed air, his hooded eyes roam over my face. His rough knuckles pull against my sensitive skin as he drags his hand down ever-so-gently between the valley of my chest.
My heart beats so hard I’m not sure I’ll survive any more than this. But gosh what a way to go…
His gaze locks with mine and I no longer care. All I know is that I want more—no, I crave it.
Something snaps within him and he dives down, wrapping his lips around my nipple like a man obsessed. He swirls his tongue before drawing deep, my hips moving of their own volition against him, my whole being desperately seeking contact with every part of him.
Shifting sideways, he gives the other side the same attention, this time making my back arch up to give him more of me, my feelings for the man raging wild inside of me and taking control of me in a way that I’ve never felt before.
“Red…” I moan, tangling my fingers in his hair as he drives me out of my mind, his lips and tongue dipping, licking, nipping, and tasting their way down my body.
After placing a feather-light kiss just below my navel, he slides off the bed to stand over me, shucking off the rest of his clothes until he stands beautifully bare in front of me, his arousal standing tall and proud, a testament to the uncontrolled desire in his gaze.
"Red," I whisper this time, my voice a hushed breath. "I need you.”
“I want you so damn much I’m barely hangin’ on here, darlin’.”
I bend at the waist, bringing me closer to him. My eyes drag down his body as I wrap my fingers around his shaft as much as I can and slide my hand up to the tip and down to the base again, loving the way his whole body shudders. His thick thighs lock tight, his hips shaking with the need to push forward and chase my touch. But I don’t want him to hold back–not with me–so I grip his side and flex my fingers, urging him to move with me.
“Don’t want to hurt you, darlin’,” he rasps.
Whatever he sees conveyed in my gaze has him dropping his head back and groaning. Ever so slowly, he rocks forward, thrusting gently into my fist. The moment I wrap my lips around him, the growl that’s drawn out of him is so deep and low that I feel the sound ricochet through me. Now it’s my mission to get him to do it again and again, one I succeed at. I move my mouth and hand in sync, his cock swelling and throbbing in my hold as I massage the whole length at the same time.
“Damn, Mags. Your mouth…”
In the blink of an eye, I’m pulled off him, his hands gently pushing me onto my back as he drops to his knees in front of me. Draping my legs over his shoulders, I barely have a chance to catch the downright starving look in his eyes before he dives between my legs, his breath hot against my skin where he presses eager kisses up my legs.
Crossing my ankles behind his back, I lift my hips toward him, my fingers tangling in his hair, my whole body convulsing the moment his tongue touches me. Swirling, trailing, tasting, wanting.
His big hands frame my waist, rocking my pelvis back and forth to match the strokes of his tongue and the slide of his lips. His teeth gently rake across my most sensitive part as he devours me, his deep hums send goosebumps all over my skin.
I’m torn between holding on or letting go, the pleasure he's giving me scattering my brain leaving only instinct and need in its wake.
My muscles tense, my core tightens, and tingles travel up and down my spine as my impending release rushes close, the feeling so powerful that I know I’m forever ruined for anyone else because the only man I'll ever need for the rest of my life is driving me to the brink of insanity with just his mouth.
Dipping his chin lower, he wraps his lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves and slowly curls one, then two long fingers inside of me. After that, there's no chance of me holding back anything–I don’t want to. Not with Red. Never again. He's my One, my soulmate. The missing half of my heart I never thought I'd finally find.
“Red…” I moan, my hips rising to meet him, my fingers flexing against his scalp where I might be literally tearing his hair out.
His dark eyes look up through his lashes, his smoky gaze filled with want, need, and hungry desire. “Let go, darlin. Let me see you soar.”
The words are like a match to a flame, my entire being, heart and soul, shatter under his touch, my vision blurring as my body takes on a mind of its own. I scream out his name, my climax driving higher and higher until I'm wrung dry and floating back to reality.
His touch turns soft and gentle as he brings me back down from my incredible high, more powerful than I’ve ever felt before.
The moment my brain reengages, my craving for the man is renewed and stronger than ever. I need to feel him over me, inside me. I want him to claim me as his. To make love to me and complete the prophesy, binding us together forever.
With one last kiss on my hip, he slowly shifts back up the bed, bracing himself on one arm. He stares down at me, wonder filling his gaze.
“Darlin’…” he whispers, his face all that I can see, his body cloaking mine, the head of his cock notched at my entrance.
I cradle his jaw and pull him down for a long, slow, and deep kiss, craving the taste of him, needing him desperately. "I want you, Red," I say, tracing his bottom lip with my tongue and pulling a rumbling groan out of him that I feel as much as hear.
He rests his forehead against mine, our gazes locked and full of so much feeling my heart punches my ribs in sync with his pounding pulse.
"I love you," I whisper against his lips, his eyes darkening.
He pushes forward, burying himself inside of me, sliding home and completing the Call. I moan deep and low, wrapping myself around him so that he’s all I can see and feel. Nothing else exists except us.
After that, there's no more talking. Our bodies are like magnets, barely pulling apart before joining together again. He's all I can see, all I can feel. He's in me, on me. He's everything I could ever want and will ever need. I'm at peace and for the first time in my entire forty-nine-year-old life, I feel complete. Whole. Happy.
He kisses me as he slowly pulls out of me and back in, over and over again, my body awakening with every deep thrust of his hips against mine. When we’re not kissing, we’re just breathing each other in, our eyes locked, lips touching and moving, hands roaming everywhere within reach.
His breathing labors, our bodies hot as they slide and rub together. When he strokes against that spot inside me, I see stars and quicker than I ever thought possible I’m chasing another release, desperate to give him the same pleasure in return.
"Love you, darlin. Love you so damn much. Right in front of me the whole damn time. Could've had this–had you–for years," he murmurs against my lips as if he can't hold it in any longer.
“Never lettin' you go now,” I whisper.
"Good, because you belong with me, Maggie. Always."
Framing his cheeks in my hands, I stare deep into his eyes. "Love you too, Red," I say, lifting my legs to wrap around his hips, pulling him deeper inside of me.
My back arches, my breasts pressed tight to his chest, our movements turning erratic, and with just two more thrusts and his tongue in my mouth, my second orgasm washes over me.
He fills me to the hilt, and I cry out, the pleasure rushing through me from head to toe, taking over every limb, every nerve.
The moment he stills and groans as deep and as rough as I’ve ever heard, I sigh, committing the sound to memory. He continues stroking me as he rides the wave of his release, taking me along with him before his lips meld with mine as we drift back to reality.
Red rolls over onto his back and pulls me with him, draping my limp sated body over his. Our foreheads touch, his hooded eyes meeting my soft ones while his fingers draw lazy circles on my hip.
"Whatever magic that mountain has weaved, she can keep on weavin' it.” His expression turns intense. “I'm yours, Maggie, and you're mine. Ain't no life worth livin’ without you by my side," he drawls, and I swear my heart sighs with happiness.
After lying together enjoying the afterglow and each other, Red goes to the bathroom and returns with a washcloth, seeing to me with heartwarming care before walking his gloriously naked body across the cabin to blow out all of the candles and put another log on the fire.
Returning to our bed, he pulls me back into his side, our legs tangled, settling in for the night.
"We’re goin’ to live a long happy life together, Mags. You and me."
"And Wy."
"And Wy," he repeats.
"And the ranch family," I add.
"Don't forget the duck."
I snort. "Don't think the duck will let any of us forget about him.”
"You're right there," he replies with a chuckle.
"Love you," he says, staring deep into my eyes before giving me one last goodnight kiss.
"Love you too, Ernest." I dissolve into a fit of giggles at his responding growl.
Then, with the wind howling outside and the rain and snow pelting down against the windows, we quietly drift off to sleep, safe in each other’s arms. And you better believe, I do it with a smile on my face.