CHAPTER 7
JOSS
I’m not sure if I’m making the right call showing up at Syndal’s house when I know she’s working on her treats tonight, but I can’t help myself. When I knock on the door, part of me wants to run away, but I stand my ground. I want to see her. No, it’s more than that. I need to see her.
We’ve been on two dates now and as much as I told her the second one was our real, official date, I know that I’m full of shit. I loved our first date. It wasn’t fancy or anything, but it was really fucking special.
She was relaxed. She opened up to me. Fuck, the way she smiled.
If I didn’t already know she was meant to be mine, that night would have done it. Her smile gave me a sense of peace I haven’t experienced in years. The darkest corners of my mind, the ones filled with memories I would rather forget, they weren’t quite as dark. Light reached them again.
Finally.
All because of her.
And now it’s been a few days, and I can’t fucking function without seeing her tonight. I wasn’t planning on it. Really, but then I couldn’t stop thinking about kissing her and the next thing I know I’m standing at her door.
It swings open and there she is with an apron on, and her red hair pulled up into a messy bun. She’s wearing a worn t-shirt and pajama pants. For a moment I’m frozen in place.
I don’t know what I was expecting, honestly. Or this is what I was expecting? I’m not even sure, it feels like fireworks are going off in my head and part of me wonders if I should go to the hospital and get checked out. This has never happened to me before.
A meow comes from inside and Syndal turns and hisses under her breath, “No, Cap. You are not a person, and you aren’t going to be effective in a real fight against a human.
I’m the one in charge here. I answer the door.
Why do we have to keep going over this?” With a roll of her eyes, she turns toward me, and her cheeks turn a delicious shade of pink as she realizes I heard every word.
“I’m not some crazy lady who talks to her cats. ”
All I can do is arch an eyebrow because she clearly is someone who talks to her cat. Does it make her crazy? Well, I don’t really think I’m one to judge, and I don’t really give a fuck either way. It changes nothing.
Not a fucking thing.
She blanches slightly and gasps, “You’re not allergic, are you?”
I fucking melt.
My hand comes up and cups her soft cheek because I can’t stop myself from touching her. “No, Sugar,” I promise, “I’m not allergic.”
Her shoulders slump and she blows out a breath. “Oh good,” she sighs. Then she straightens up slightly and looks at me with narrowed eyes. “What are you doing here?”
“I know you’re working on getting ready for your next event and I’m not trying to interrupt you. I just,” I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, “I needed to see you. I’ve been thinking about kissing you for hours and I couldn’t take it anymore.”
Desire flashes in the depths of her green eyes and I’m fucking lost. The only thing I can think about is having her. I hold myself back from grabbing her and carrying her to her bed, but it’s not fucking easy.
Her voice drops to a husky whisper, “Then you should know two things.”
“What?” The word comes out sounding like a hunt for water in the desert and I’ve been deprived for days. Fucking days.
“I was just cleaning up for the night,” she admits, “because I need things to set before I take them out of the molds.”
My control starts to fray. I can feel it. Fiber by fiber. I’m practically twitching from the effort of holding back.
“What’s the second thing?” The question grates as it pushes past my gritted teeth, my jaw locked tight when all I want to do is touch her. Kiss her. Claim her.
“I’ve been thinking about kissing you for hours, too.”
I fucking detonate.
When I grab the curves of her body and use my hold on her to push her back into her house while making sure our bodies are pressed together tightly, she gasps. I fucking groan. She feels damn good pressed against me.
She’s all softness, all curves, all woman.
I love it.
And the truth of the matter is that I’ve fallen in love with her. I didn’t need the two dates to know it, and I certainly don’t need to be between her thighs to confirm it.
As much as I want to say the words, I swallow them down. Syndal isn’t ready for them. Not yet.
Soon.
I hope.
“Joss,” she moans my name as a cat meows. The sound is filled with accusation that has me looking toward it. She grumbles, “Damn it.”
When I notice the white star emblazoned on the chest of the cat, I tilt my head slightly. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen that kind of marking on a cat.”
“It’s why he’s named Cap, like Captain America. He also has an overinflated sense of justice, and he has no problem telling everyone about it.”
I can’t help but chuckle. I’m not sure whether that’s true or not, but he is looking at me with a heavy dose of suspicion.
Syndal moving her hands up my chest and around my neck pulls my attention away from the cat and back to the woman in my arms, which is where it belongs. I don’t waste a second, the need I have for her making it an impossibility.
When our lips meet, all of my control crumbles as she melts into my arms. The kiss is just a press of lips at first, but then it’s so much more. Our tongues explore, our teeth nip, our breathing deepens. Every swipe of our tongues feels like devotion, and it tugs at me.
Everything stops.
The world.
The past.
The fear.
The pain.
The horrors.
For just a moment as I kiss my woman, it all just evaporates and becomes mist. My hands tighten on my woman’s body, and she moans into my mouth like she’s feeding me her pleasure.
“Fuck, Sugar,” I groan. Then I’m touching her everywhere. I map her curves with my hands, needing to memorize them, needing them embedded in me until I know them better than I know myself. “You’re so fucking beautiful. I want you,” I admit and pull back to look down into her eyes. “Can I have you?”
Her green eyes search mine for a moment. I don’t know what she’s looking for, but I hope she finds it. I’m desperate for it in a way that claws at my soul and leaves tatters behind.
“Take me,” she breathes. “I’m yours.”
Everything speeds up again and the world feels like more. Better? Brighter? I don’t know, but I know I like the feeling, and I know it’s all because of her. Syndal. My woman.
I scoop her up in my arms and she lets out a shriek which is part fear and part surprise. Her hands grip my shoulders and she shudders. “Holy shit,” her voice is high and tight, “you need to put me down right now. Right this moment,” she tries to sound stern, but it doesn’t land.
I’m not an idiot; I know why. But I don’t give a fuck. I’m carrying my woman to bed. If I’m strong for only this reason, it’s more than enough.
I catch a glimpse of Cap and he’s looking at me with respect. I probably shouldn’t find it encouraging, but I do. What I don’t do is listen to my woman and put her down.
No, I move through her house effortlessly, finding her room quickly and easily. The walls of her home are covered in the things she loves, some of which she’s shared with me, like superheroes and fantasy tv shows, but other things she’s kept to herself. I see it all and file it away.
One day I’ll know all her likes, dislikes, and her secrets. I look forward to the day, but I’m also okay with not knowing everything now. It’s not required to love her.
How could anyone not love her?
When I lay her down on her bed, she slaps my shoulder and glares at me. “I told you to put me down.”
I come down on top of her and pry her legs open with my knee to make room for my hips. Fuck, with a soft growl I sink into the feeling of being cradled by her.
“You feel good under me, Sugar,” I rasp, our eyes locked together and her protests ignored. When I sit back on my heels between her spread thighs, I let out a growl of approval. “Damn it,” I grit out, “you look good enough to eat, but I need to be inside of you. I can’t wait another moment.”
She’s not even naked. She’s still fully clothed; her apron is still on. But I’m on the edge of feral and the need I have for her is trying to take me under.
As my hands move, tugging and pulling at the fabric hiding her from me, I can’t look away.
I watch every inch of her soft skin as it’s revealed to me and lick my lips while my cock fucking throbs.
Her bra goes flying and then it’s just the panties she’s wearing preventing me from unwrapping her fully.
I slide down her body; my finger hooked into the waistband of her panties to slip them over her hips and down her legs as I move.
After tossing them over my shoulder, I stand on the edge of the bed and strip quickly.
Even though I can feel her eyes on me, I don’t go slow and give her a show. I can’t. Not now.
I’m covering her with my body in what feels like seconds but is far too long for my liking. “Need to be inside of you,” the words are broken and filled with need.
Her hands come up and cup my jaw, her green eyes, glazed over with lust, hold me hostage. My cock throbs and pre-cum smears over her skin and I can feel how wet she is for me against my shaft.
“Please,” she begs, “fuck me. I need it, Joss.”
“Condom?” I choke out the question, forcing it past my lips instead of burying myself inside of her the way I need to.
“I’m clean,” her voice trembles her hips rocking and seeking what she needs. “I’m on birth control. I want to feel all of you.”
Fuck me.
Having nothing between us sounds like heaven.
With a growl, something primal rises up and takes over my body.
I pull my hips back and hiss as the head of my cock slides down her slit and finds her entrance.
Her pussy is warm and welcoming. As I slam forward, I brace myself knowing I’ll have to stop myself from filling her with my cum the moment I’m buried balls deep in her pussy.
“Joss,” she screams.
I hold myself still inside of her, loving the way her walls clench around me like she’s not sure if she wants to push me out or hold on. It makes me grin, my dick twitching inside of her and begging me to move. But I wait.
When her hips roll and her eyes focus back on me, I gently pull out of her. We both hold our breath when just the tip remains inside. I slam back inside of her again, but this time I don’t stop.
As she clings to me, I keep my movements measured and deep. When I can’t take it anymore and her moans are throaty and low, I start moving faster. She moves, meeting every one of my thrusts and giving me just as much as she takes.
It’s everything.
“You’re so fucking wet,” I growl, my teeth bared as I push up for more leverage to really pound into her.
“So full,” she moans, her eyes rolling back in her head.
I watch as her tits move with every thrust. When I slow down, mesmerized and needing to play with them, her eyes snap open. Her gaze is curious before I swoop down and suck one of her big, pink nipples into my mouth.
The walls of her pussy clamp down on my cock as her back arches and her fingers dive into my hair and curl. “Yes,” she encourages me and when my teeth graze the sensitive flesh, that one word becomes a chant of praise and pleasure.
Her eye squeeze closed and I demand, “Open your eyes, Sugar. I want to watch you come all over my cock.”
Her eyes snap open, her lips parted and her breath ragged. She looks like a fucking goddess. I fuck her harder and faster, swiveling my hips whenever I’m buried inside of her to tease her clit.
Syndal spreads her legs wider, her thighs tightening around my hips as we become one. Her soft curves are so luscious, and they ripple as I fill her. It pulls me closer and closer to the edge. And then there’s the way her skin is flushed and her wet pussy flutters around my length.
I reach between us and press my thumb against her clit which has her moaning in a way that has my balls drawing closer to my body while the base of my spine tingles. I’m not entirely sure I’ll be able to stop myself, but, damn, I need her to come first.
The velvet walls of her pussy tighten, and I know she’s right there, teetering on the edge. I slam into her and pinch her clit.
It sends her spiraling, her walls clamping down on me as my name falls from her lips in broken pieces and dripped in pleasure. Bliss washes over her face and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. The way her body is begging for my cum sends me right over the edge.
My cock is filling her completely when I let go.
Knowing I’m painting her womb with my cum has goosebumps covering my skin.
Nothing is one hundred percent effective.
I’m more than willing to take my chance, on the off chance.
With her? All fucking day, every fucking day. No question, no reservations.
We’re panting and sweaty when our gazes lock and her pussy squeezes me one last time while the last of my cum fills her.
“I didn’t come over here to get you into bed,” I pant the words, my heart still racing in my chest while I feel satisfied in a way I’ve never experienced before.
“Oh?” There’s the hint of a challenge in her voice even while it trembles, but she’s smiling.
This woman. My woman.
I close the distance between us and kiss her softly. I try to pour everything I feel for her into it and hope she can feel it.
The little sigh, simple and filled with contentment, that comes from her makes me think that I do. And it’s more than enough for now. I’ll keep showing her that she’s mine and that I’m hers.
She’ll fall in love with me and I’ll never let her go.