Chapter 29 #2
“Damn, HIPAA! And no, they didn’t divorce.” I chuckle. I really don’t fucking care what Mrs. Combs was crying about on Berkleigh’s couch, but I do care that their need for money was greater than their love for this house.
“Then how did you get this house?” Stubborn to the end.
“Fuck, Sweet Bee. You’re like a dog with a bone.” Fuck it, it’s no big deal.
“No, I’m a bitch who’ll stay far away from your boner if you don’t answer my question.” All humor leaves the room. Hell, it leaves the fucking state.
The animal in me takes over, shedding my coat, my gloves, and my boots as I fix her in my sights. Berkleigh knows exactly what she did ,and as soon as she sees my face, she starts running like a deer being chased by a mountain lion. A hungry, pissed off mountain lion.
I give her a head start, watch her as she speeds up the steps then hesitates at the top.
“You forget, Sweet Bee, that I’ve seen this house. I’ve memorized the layout and found all the nooks and crannies.” This is her first time and it makes it almost too easy for me to find her.
In fact, I can already guess where she’ll be hiding.
The audible footsteps and the creaky wooden floors aren’t helping her, either.
Slowly, I make my way upstairs, whistling so she’ll hear me coming. Every slasher film out there is playing in my mind, and when I catch her, I want to drink her screams and fuck away her fears.
Mostly, I need her to forget about ever denying me her pussy.
Raising my head and sniffing the air, I grin at the lingering perfume that’s like a GPS for the senses. I know where she is but if I catch her now, this game will be over too quickly. What’s the fun in that?
“For your information, the Combses hated living in this town.” I walk into the first guest room just to throw her off, give her some false security.
“Their daughters needed a school capable of keeping up with their intellectual needs. Mr. Combs was fucking his partner and Mrs. Combs was two depression pills away from a fatal overdose.” I step back out of the spare bedroom and walk down the carpeted hallway, my fingers grazing the wooden walls.
“I gave them the opportunity to walk away with enough money to start over.” I overpaid for this house, but knowing the land around it and the garage is ours as well makes it all worth it.
By the time I reach the main bedroom, I’m ready to chew her up and swallow everything she has to give. But not yet. I want her breath to hitch, her legs to shake, and her cunt to plead for my cock. Nothing less will do.
Standing with my back to the bed and my eyes homed in on the walk-in closet, I reach back and fist my T-shirt, pulling it over my head before tossing it behind me.
“This is our forever home, Sweet Bee.” I unbutton my jeans and pull down my zipper, giving my hard-on room to breathe.
“The end justifies the means and the means, well, they were well-meaning.” From Mr. Combs point of view, I saved their marriage.
What he doesn’t know is that my parting words to Mrs. Combs probably made her a millionaire freed from his grasp.
“Cheaters are like serial killers. The thrill is in the hunt, the dopamine is the catch. He’ll never stop because he’s an addict.”
Mrs. Combs gasped but I could see in her eyes that she knew. She knew I was right.
With my dick impatient and my own need of dopamine, I stop talking and quietly make my way to the closet. There’s only one place she can fit that’s not visible to the eye and her scent is guiding me straight to her.
There’s no hesitation when I grab her ankle and pull her out.
No remorse when she screams my name and starts thrashing around like she’s Jamie Lee Curtis and I’m Michael Meyers in Halloween.
“I had the new bed put in this morning while you were sucking my cock. Did you know that, Sweet Bee?”
“Ahhhh, I’m going to get rug burns!” I have to fight the urge to roll my eyes. I’ve gone animalistic and she’s worried about inconsequential shit.
Once we reach the foot of the bed, I pick her up and throw on the new mattress. “Strip.”
“Okay, you’ve made your point.” She tries to stand but I don’t think she understands.
“I won’t tell you again.” My jeans are falling to the floor when our gazes lock and her brain catches on.
“You’re serious?”
“As a fucking heart attack.”
Berkleigh’s about to blurt out a smart-ass response but is wise enough to snap her mouth shut and start undressing.
By the time she gets to her underwear, I stop her. “Leave them.” I get down on my knees and push apart her thighs, taking in a long, sharp inhale. Fuck, she smells like sex and forever. She smells like home.
My mouth covers her pussy, panties and all, sucking up her wetness and drinking it like a protein shake.
Not a single gasp or thrash or ohmygod is enough to stop me.
Reaching up, I snap the sides in two and throw her lace fabric to the side, forgetting its existence as soon as her pink lips part and her clit appears, swollen and needy for my mouth.
I bury my face between her legs, feasting on her cunt, fueled on by her screams and pleas. My fingers join the party, pushing two, then three digits inside her while I strip her down of all will to resist me.
Fucking her with my mouth and my fingers is just an appetizer. The main course is yet to come…more than once.
“Tanner…oh God, yes!” I contemplate making her work for it but watching her fall apart is my pleasure, too.
Her pussy clenches, strangling my fingers as my tongue teases her clit before my lips suck on it with relentless pressure. There’s no fucking way in Hell that my woman could resist me. Not a chance she’d say no to Earth-shattering orgasms. She’s smarter than that.
As I rise to my knees on the mattress, I take her pussy with me. Her shoulders are the only part of her body touching the bed, her blond hair a small halo around her head. Fuck, she’s so gorgeous it hurts.
When I reach down and pinch her nipple, she loses her fight and shatters over my fingers. I lap her up, burying my tongue where my digits were a second earlier. Her cum is coating my chin and my mouth and, fuck me, there’s nothing better than this. Nothing better than us.
My cock is rock hard, painful with the need to be inside her.
“Say you’re sorry and I’ll let you come again.” Berkleigh grants me a smile, looking drunk and far away as she hitches up onto her elbows.
“I’m sorry.” I grin, satisfaction like a low hum throughout my veins. “That I didn’t find somewhere better to hide.”
“Oh, Sweet Bee. I love it when you’re stubborn.” Without warning, I pick her up in a fireman’s hold and walk her over to the wall of windows facing the forest down below. The lights are on and if anyone is down there, they’ll be able to see my woman lose her sanity as I fuck the good girl into her.
Careful not to give her a concussion, I press her against the window and she shrieks at the sensation of the cold glass on her hot body. My mouth at the shell of her ear, I whisper, “Say you’re sorry.”
“I’m sorry.” My dick slams inside her in one, hard thrust, my balls slapping against her perineum as I take her nipple into my mouth and suck until she screams. “I didn’t think of running earlier.”
This time, balls deep inside Berkleigh and about to make sure the windows are imprinted with her silhouette, I throw my head back and laugh.
Fuck. This woman is perfect.
With her arms around my head, her chest flush against my chest, she slams her mouth against mine and devours me as my cock defiles her pussy.
The room is filled with the scent of fucking, the sounds of our grunts every time I plunge inside, the melody of our moans when I pull out. And the rhythm starts all over.
It’s our first time in our new home and there will never be a last time.
Not until one of us dies.
Nails dig into my shoulders as her pussy clenches around my cock. It’s getting harder and harder to impale her with any kind of mentionable force when she’s squeezing the life out of my dick. Jesus, no more Pilates for her.
“Tanner…yes, yes, yes!” Music to my fucking ears.
I pull out and I swear to fuck she tries to end me, but I’m not done.
Spinning her around, I slam her against the window and place my hand around her throat just under her chin.
“Look at that view, Sweet Bee.” Thrust. “Get used to it, baby,”—thrust, thrust—“because I’ll be fucking you here every morning for the rest of our lives.
” I pull out, and when I slam back inside, we’re both coming so hard our knees give out.
My mouth latches onto her shoulder and my teeth sink into her flesh just as she literally howls at the moon.
As we fall onto a pile of naked flesh and worn out muscles, the fleeting thought occurs to me.
Berkleigh is not a deer. She’s a wolf, a predator.
Just like me.
I barely have the strength to carry her to our new bed, but I do it anyway, covering her body with mine.
“Welcome home, baby.”
“Not…a thing.”
“Oh, believe me, Sweet Bee. It’s totally a thing.”