Chapter Thirteen #2
“Oh my God, Tanner. How can someone who has been taking such good care of me be so emotionally stunted?” Fuck this. My foot becomes a lead appendage as it slams against the brake pedal.
“First of all, you’re the shrink. You should be able to recognize a psychopath when you cross one on the streets, nevermind someone you’ve known your entire fucking life.
” I’m speaking low and calculated but my chest is rising and falling like I’m running the New York Marathon without the proper training.
“Second…” I raise my middle finger as I tick off my following point.
“You can talk about anything and anyone you want, but you don’t get to psychoanalyze me in my truck between two other errant thoughts.
I may not feel much like, empathy or whatever the fuck, but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel anything at all.
And third…” My ring finger joins the other two and I lean in close enough to taste her breath.
“Either shut the fuck up or put your mouth to better uses.” I grin, but it’s got nothing to do with humor.
Berkleigh narrows her eyes, one lip curling up at the corner, but I don’t miss the way her gaze flicks ever so briefly to my crotch. My naughty, naughty, neighbor is hungry and I have no problems feeding her.
Needless to say, the ride home was the quietest half-hour since we’ve been joined at the hip. Next time, I won’t give her a choice and I’ll just assume she wants to suck my dick.
Our routine follows a similar trajectory for the better part of two weeks, and as we reach the end of August, I’m confident Berkleigh has mastered the art of handling a knife as best as she ever will.
Between the appointments with her patients, our workout regimen, and her training, we’re right on track for what’s to come.
I’ve been planning her birthday party for a while now and in two days, she’ll be able to blow out the candles on her strawberry shortcake; her fucking favorite.
“I need to leave for a bit. Think you can stay alone without fucking with my house?” I don’t care what she does.
I’ve explained the importance of my security room and why she can’t go in there, and she hasn’t even tried to do so.
Trust is a beautiful thing and it feels weird having it from someone other than my brothers in arms.
“Where are you going?” This, however, she’s been doing. Asking questions, wanting to know how I’m doing. What’s my favorite food? What music puts me in a good mood? Do I have a vision board?
What the fuck is a vision board?
My answer is always the same and it comes in the form of a glare and a snarl. By now, though, she’s grown used to my self expression and barely acknowledges it. It’s annoying, her capacity to learn and adapt when it comes to me.
“Stop asking so many questions, Berkleigh. If I wanted you to know, you’d fucking know.
End of.” My hand flies to the back of her head, my fingers buried in her short blond hair as I pull her close to me.
“Be a good girl and relax. When I come back, I’ll make sure your pussy is fully reimbursed for the couple of hours my mouth wasn’t ravaging it.
” Then I kiss her, my lips pressed against hers, my tongue sweeping in and tasting her for longer than I should.
“You know it’s not healthy, talking like that, right?” Her words say one thing, but her body is telling a whole different story, with her leg hiking up my hip and her arms wrapped around my neck.
“That’s not what you were saying last night when you begged me to fuck you harder.
” I grin, then give her a quick parting kiss before stepping away.
If I don’t leave now, I’m just going to say fuck it, bend her over the kitchen island, and pound that tight little cunt until I’m blowing my load so deep inside she feels it in her DNA.
“Hmm, true. Then again, when you did that thing with your finger in my ass and it—” Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“That’s it.” Before she can even finish her dirty little sentence, winding me up and getting me hard with just one quick reminder of the way she waved her ass in my face, I have her turned around and slammed up against the counter.
There’s no contest when it comes to our physical strength, but Berkleigh doesn’t even try to stop me. In fact, when I let my gaze flick over to her freshly awakened face, I notice the satisfied smirk on her face and I’m not even upset about the way she just manipulated me into fucking her.
Like she needs to do anything but ask.
Well, maybe today but fuck it. My present will still be there in ten minutes.
Because she’s walking around in a T-shirt and barely there panties, her ass is naked and begging in seconds. My jeans are unbuttoned and hanging off my hips shortly after and my dick is hard as a fucking rock as I watch her squirm.
“How badly do you want it, Berkleigh?” I look around for something to help the process and grin when I see the bottle of coconut oil. That’s right, she was learning how to make some marinade for the steaks I had in the fridge, but I’m about to put a dent in her ingredients.
Reaching over, I pull the bottle toward me just as my cock slams inside her pussy. Her scream is music to my ears and my dick is thanking me for not ignoring the call of the Sweet Bee. With one hand on her hip, I thrust inside her once, twice, grunt, then pause.
“I think you’re getting too used to my fingers in your ass.” I lean over so my back is fully across hers. “I hate routines, Sweet Bee.”
Fuck, her whimper when my teeth sink into that tender flesh between her neck and shoulder almost does me in. Then I remember my plan.
Pulling back, I slam inside her again as I hold the opening of the coconut oil high above the junction of her ass cheeks, the clear liquid trickling down over her tight little hole.
“What—” she starts to ask, but I occupy her thoughts with my dick pounding her cunt and her body slamming against the kitchen island.
“Just doing my duty as the man keeping you satisfied.” Once I’ve got enough of the impromptu lubricant, I put the bottle back and sink my fingers into her ass, one, then two, spreading her, easing her, preparing her.
These past two weeks, I’ve been making sure she knows it’ll happen. I just didn’t think it’d be now.
Once her ass is fully relaxed, ready for me, and impossibly slick, I pull out of the warm haven that is her pussy and line the head of my dick up to her ass.
“Tanner?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Are you…?”
“Fuck yeah. If you don’t want it, say it now.” I wait, anticipate her putting a stop to the scene, but she never does.
“Don’t call me baby.”
I scoff.
“I’ll call you whatever the fuck I want.”
Slowly, deliberately, I push inside her, and whatever she was about to say dies on her gasp. She takes in a deep breath, just like I taught her, and as she starts breathing out, I push in deeper.
And deeper.
The coconut oil is coating my dick as I add more, until I’m fully seated inside her ass and pretty sure I’m about to lose my fucking mind.
“You okay, Berkleigh?”
“It’s…so full. It burns but also, I want…more.”
“Well then. Far be it from me to disappoint.” Pulling out a few inches, I push right back inside.
Her hands are clutching the edges of the island, the white knuckles telling an entire story of how it all feels, but when she starts to relax, I feel it all over her body.
From her grip on my cock to the way her ass is pushing back against me.
“You’re so tight, Berkleigh, so fucking good.” I get into a rhythm, fucking her harder and harder to the sound of her pleasure. Every moan is making me hungrier. Every slap of her skin against mine is taking me closer to the point of no return.
Reaching around her, I sink two clean fingers inside her cunt and fuck both her holes in sync. In and out. I bring my mouth to her ear. In and out. I whisper. In and out. I deliver the final blow.
“Your cunt is like a glove, baby, but your ass is like a warm piece of Heaven. I will fuck it every day and every night and I will eat your pussy right after so you know that with that bite of pain, you’ll always, always, come all over my face.
” Slamming both my dick in her ass and my fingers in her pussy in unison, I throw my head back when I feel her orgasm soak my fingers, dripping down her thighs and wetting my wrist.
“That’s it, Berkleigh. Give it to me. Only me. I’m the only one allowed to make you come. Now. And always. You fucking get that, right?”
“Yes!”
“Yes, who?”
“Yes, Tanner! Fucking yes!”
“Good girl. Now come again.” And fuck, she does it so beautifully.
An hour later, I’ve got her present secured in my favorite hiding spot with Berkleigh freshly fucked and ready to turn to the page from whatever ridiculous conversation we were having.