11. Lorraine
Chapter Eleven
Lorraine
W e sat in front of the hearth in silence, eating the food I’d made. Of all the food I’d had, this makeshift toast—which I’d made with a strange oil I’d found and a pan on the stove—was the best food I’d eaten in a long time.
Maybe it was because I was hungry.
Or maybe it was because everything about this place was strangely enticing.
“You should tell me if you need anything,” Ash said. He took another bite of toast and talked around the food in his mouth. “Whatever you need, I can get it to you.”
“I don’t need anything here…” I began.
He frowned at me.
“I could really use a phone. I need to call my sister to find out if she’s okay. Even if those men haven’t gone back for her, I’m worried about her, and not knowing is driving me crazy.”
Ash hesitated. “I don’t know if I can do that.”
“Isn’t there a village nearby? A small town, or even a city? Where did you find the food?”
“Nowhere there’s a line to your world,” Ash said.
“What?” I blinked at him. “What does that mean?”
Ash shook his head quickly. “There’s no contact around here. It’s very… medieval.” He grinned at me. “That’s the word you used, right?”
I smiled and shook my head. “I guess so.” My smile faded. “I just wish I knew if she was okay. I wish this was all over.” My lip trembled, and a lump rose in my throat. Dammit! I didn’t want to cry in front of him.
Ash was everything—big and strong and fearless. He’d saved me, and he protected me. I didn’t want to look weak in front of him. He’d been a hero, but I didn’t want to look like someone who couldn’t take care of herself.
I’d been the one to escape from the truck, after all. But if it hadn’t been for Ash, I wouldn’t have been here. I didn’t doubt that.
I sniffed, trying to swallow my tears.
“It’s okay,” Ash said, shifting closer to me. He moved carefully, as if he didn’t want to get too close. Or didn’t want to startle me. He stopped an inch or two away. “You’re going to be fine.”
“I’m not worried about being here right now,” I said. “I’m worried about going back.”
“Why?” Ash asked. He looked confused.
“I just don’t know what will happen when I do.”
Ash looked at me, his blue eyes growing lighter until they were the color of ice. “Because he’s back there, isn’t he?” he asked.
I stilled. “Who?”
“The guy who sold you.”
My chest tightened, and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. “I don’t know what he’ll do if he knows I got away.”
“I won’t let him do anything to you,” Ash growled, his voice low and animalistic.
I shook my head.
Ash leaned in closer, and his eyes locked on mine. It felt like he was staring into my soul. “Do you hear me?” he said. “I won’t let him touch you.”
I imagined him ripping Oscar’s head off, teeth bared like a primal beast. I shivered at the idea. Ash was protective as hell, and it was attractive. It turned me on that he was so serious about looking after me, and the idea that he wanted to avenge me made me feel better.
“It shouldn’t make me feel better that you want to do that,” I said.
“Why not?”
“He’s the man I loved.”
“He’s the man who sold you.”
He was right. I didn’t love Oscar anymore. Funny how that could change in a snap. One little act had wiped everything away.
Then again, it had been more about going through the motions with Oscar in recent times. Cat had tried to tell me again and again what I already knew. I’d just refused to see it.
Oscar wouldn’t change. He was a lying son of a bitch who’d only used me to get what he wanted.
I looked at Ash. His eyes had changed again—they were like a lake now. They changed with his moods. I didn’t know how to read him, but as we stared at each other, the atmosphere shifted. I was aware of how close he was, his musky scent. His large frame reminded me of how small I was.
He was magnetic, and I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame.
My body swayed, and I leaned closer. I breathed him in, and my eyes fluttered shut for a moment. He was a drug, and I wanted more.
Ash leaned in, too. I expected him to kiss me—I wanted the feel of his lips on mine again. I wanted him to touch me and kiss me like he had before. He’d started something when he’d brought me here, and he hadn’t finished it.
He’d left me wanting.
I wanted it now. I wanted him to finish what he’d started.
Ash’s eyes grew darker and darker, his eyes becoming deep enough to drown in. They slid to my mouth. He parted his lips, but he didn’t lean in to kiss me. Instead, he looked at me again, and I watched him shut down. He shifted away from me.
My heart sank.
“I never said thank you,” I said softly, looking into the hearth where the embers still burned around the new wood Ash had stacked there for me.
“For what?”
“Saving me.”
He nodded. “You’re welcome.”
I hesitated, not sure what else to say. The atmosphere had become strained, but the sexual tension wasn’t gone yet.
Ash turned his face to the fire, and I stared at him. His profile was almost godlike, with a sharp nose, high cheekbones, and the dark hair that framed his perfect face. His skin was like marble, and those eyes were almost cerulean as he stared at the embers, his eyes reflecting their glow.
“I don’t know what you’re trying to do,” I blurted out.
Ash looked at me with a frown. “About what?”
“One moment, you want to consume me, and the next, you treat me like your sister.”
Ash pursed his lips. “I can’t be with you.”
“Yeah? Do you have a good reason for that?”
Ash nodded.
“Are you going to share it with me?” I asked when he didn’t say anything.
He hesitated.
I rolled my eyes and got up, taking my plate back to the kitchen. I felt like an idiot. Who was I to challenge him on how he treated me? Hell, he was looking out for me, and I repaid him by wanting… more.
“I should probably go,” Ash said from the living room and stood. He brought his plate to the kitchen.
“Fine,” I said tightly.
“This isn’t about you,” he said.
I shook my head. “I don’t want to hear it. I’m tired of games.” After everything I’d been through with Oscar, the last thing I needed was to look for something from another man when I wasn’t going to get it. Ash was messing me around, sending me mixed signals. I wouldn’t humor him by falling for it.
“I’m not playing games,” Ash said.
“Maybe you should just go, like you said,” I said, suddenly exhausted.
“I’m trying to keep things simple between us.”
“Simple?” I asked, and barked a laugh. “You’re the one who started all this. I wasn’t the one who pinned you against a wall. You were the one who kissed me and tongue-fucked me until I orgasmed.”
Ash’s face changed while I talked. His lips had parted, and his eyes had grown dark with need. Lust flared up between us like gasoline set alight.
I glared at him, my emotions warring inside me. A part of me wanted him to leave so that I could be alone, try to process what was going on here.
A part of me wanted him to follow through with the animalistic need I saw on his face.
“Just go,” I said with a strained voice.
Ash took a step closer, so close that a sigh could have pushed us together. I was painfully aware of his size. “I can’t be with you.”
“Then don’t be with me,” I snapped.
“If I do, there will be consequences.”
“Whatever.”
Ash shook his head, scowling and turning away from me. I moved away from him, trying to step past him to go to my room, but he stepped in front of me. His eyes were glowing now—there was no mistaking it. He stared at me with eyes radiating a sapphire blue, and his face was full of desire.
“You don’t know what you’re asking, and I’m not going to be able to hold back,” he said.
“I—”
But before I could formulate a sentence, Ash grabbed me and kissed me. He pulled me tightly against him, his enormous hands cupping my cheeks as his fingers reached into my hair and his tongue snaked into my mouth.
I melted against him, my need for him overshadowing anything else I might have felt until now. I felt like I’d been wandering in the desert for years and finally gotten a drop of water. I was dying of thirst, and Ash was all I needed.
He lifted me onto the kitchen counter, his hands on my thighs, and I parted my legs. He stepped between them, grinding his cock against my core. The cotton dress I wore tightened around my legs, the rough material of his pants deliciously harsh against my naked sex. I didn’t have any underwear here, and I liked how easy it made it for him to access me.
I gasped into Ash’s mouth. I was on fire. My skin ached for him to touch me, and the heat that washed over me pooled between my legs. I was wet in no time.
Ash growled into my mouth, and the kiss became urgent. He mashed his lips against my mouth, and I moaned.
I reached down between us, taking charge. I cupped his erection through the pants he wore—it was also made of some kind of cotton. Didn’t anyone have normal clothes around here?
My thoughts about the clothes were wildly interrupted when I felt his cock. His size was impressive, his cock hard, straining against the inelastic material. I ran my hand up and down his shaft, and Ash growled. He bit my bottom lip, the burst of pain sending a jolt of pure lust through my body.
I reached into Ash’s pants and wrapped my fingers around his shaft. He sucked his breath in through his teeth when I did. I didn’t have space to move in his pants—the material wasn’t elastic at all.
Ash broke the kiss and stepped back.
“If you keep touching me, I won’t be able to stop,” he said. “I can’t stop. Not with you. I don’t know…” He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw. “I can’t stop with you.”
“Then don’t stop,” I said.
His eyes shot open, and Ash stared at me for a heartbeat before he lifted me off the counter and carried me to the living room. He lowered us both to the fur rug and pinned me to the floor. His body covered mine, and I felt small beneath him.
He grabbed my hip with one hand, grinding himself against my sex. His eyes glowed like the delicate blue of a flame, and the heat that radiated from him branded me.
“Last chance, Lorraine,” Ash said. His voice was thick with desire.
“Don’t stop,” I urged.
Ash ripped my dress open, and I gasped in surprise. Just like that, I was naked before him. His eyes greedily slid over my body, taking in the sight of me. When he looked at me again, his eyes had filled with pure hunger.
He kissed me hard, nipping my lower lip, and I whimpered in pleasure, relishing the burst of pain. Ash worked his way down my neck, kissing, sucking, biting until he reached the delicate skin of my breasts. When he nipped the skin, I whimpered again, and my whimpers turned into mewls and moans when he sucked my nipple into his mouth. His hand came up to my other breast, and he was rough, kneading, massaging, igniting a fire within me. I drank in his onslaught and relished how rough he was with me. I scraped my nails down his back, and he groaned in response.
His shirt was in the way. I pulled it up, and he helped me, wriggling out of it. When he was shirtless, he dove right back to where he’d left off, taking control.
Ash was powerful. I had no doubt he could snap me like a twig if he wanted to, and him holding back so that he didn’t really hurt me just upped the ante and was that much more attractive.
“Fuck,” I moaned when Ash moved to my other breast. He sucked my nipple into his mouth, and at the same time, pushed his hand between my legs. He dipped his fingers into my wetness, pumping them into me, and I moaned and cried out as I squirmed on the floor. I dug my nails into his skin, and he moaned against my nipples.
Ash balanced me between his hand and his mouth, pushing me closer and closer to an orgasm, and I ached for the release. I wanted him to take me to the edge to push me over, to let me fall and fall and fall into the bliss that was another orgasm.
As if he could read my mind, Ash pushed a thumb against my clit and rubbed it in circles while he slid his fingers in and out of me. He moved between my nipples, sucking hard, scraping his teeth around the erect nubs. I gulped and panted, my breathing coming in erratic bursts as he pushed me closer and closer.
When I orgasmed, pleasure ripped through me, and I cried out loudly. Ash growled against my breast, and I writhed on the rug, bucking my hips against his hand.
The orgasm reached its peak, taking my breath away, and I curled into Ash.
When I gasped, Ash lifted his head and kissed me. He put his hand behind my neck and slid his tongue into my mouth.
I shivered and trembled in the aftermath of my release.
While he kissed me, I reached for his pants and tried to tug them down. It wasn’t so easy. A moment later, Ash broke the kiss. With a scowl, he kicked off his pants, as if he was pissed off they were in the way.
I reached for his cock, running my hand up and down his shaft, and I looked up at Ash. His eyes glowed, his lips were curled away from his teeth, and his cock strained upward, thick and hard and begging for attention.
I didn’t think twice. I pushed onto my knees and sucked his head into my mouth. Ash grunted with a clenched jaw, and I bobbed my head back and forth, sucking him into my mouth as far as I could before I pulled back. I swirled my tongue along the underside of his shaft before I leaned forward again.
Ash pushed his hands into my hair, and he groaned as he encouraged me to take in more of him, to suck him deeper and deeper. I pushed forward until his head hit the back of my throat before I pulled out again, bobbing faster and faster.
“Fuck, Lorraine,” he bit out. Hearing him say my name was hot.
I picked up the pace, sucking him faster. Ash growled and pulled back so that his cock slipped out of my mouth. He took my hand and pulled me up. He grabbed me and planted a quick kiss on my lips before he spun me around. I shrugged out of the rags that remained of the dress he’d ripped, finally naked now, and Ash grabbed my breasts, massaging them as he ground his cock against my ass. I moaned loudly.
Ash pushed me forward, one hand on my hip, and I caught myself on the couch. He guided his cock to my entrance, and I held my breath in anticipation. This was what I’d wanted all along.
When he slid into me, I cried out. My body stretched, trying to accommodate his size. He moved slowly as if he knew his size was a challenge, and I trembled around his cock the deeper he went. When he was buried to the hilt, he paused, and I took a moment to get used to his size, to the feel of him filling me up.
Ash pulled back slowly and slid into me again. I cried out, the friction pushing me to the verge in one go.
He did it again, sliding out faster, pounding harder into me. He fucked me harder and harder. I held onto the back of the couch, sinking my knees onto the crude couch pillows so that I didn’t have to fight so much to keep my balance. Ash leaned forward, his muscular chest against my back as he hammered into me from behind.
My cries turned into screams as he fucked me, his balls slapping against my pussy as the sounds of our sex filled the cabin.
Ash growled in my ear, and in no time, he pushed me to another orgasm. I cried out loudly as the pleasure racked my body, my pussy clamping down on Ash’s cock.
He grunted, breathing hard, and dug his fingers into my hips. I collapsed over the back of the couch, trying to catch my breath.
Ash pulled out of me and sat down on the couch. His cock was slick with our combined wetness, and his lips parted as he panted.
I clambered onto him and lowered myself onto his cock. Sitting on his lap, I was almost face-to-face with him. I leaned forward and kissed him.
Ash slid his tongue into my mouth, tasting and probing, and I rocked my hips back and forth. The feel of him, thick and large inside me, was incredible, and I moaned as I rocked harder and harder, fucking him as he’d fucked me. I couldn’t do as much as he’d done, but he put his hands on my ass and helped me.
I bounced on his cock, sliding him in and out of me, and Ash clenched his jaw. His brows knitted together, and the look of concentration on his face was handsome as fuck.
With our fucking, my clit rubbed against his pubic bone, and it pushed me toward yet another orgasm.
With Ash, everything was different. The sexual tension was more intense than anything I’d felt. I ached for him in ways I’d never ached for anyone, and the orgasms threatened to consume me.
I’d never had this many, either.
I kept riding him, and Ash pulled me harder and faster. Judging by his parted lips and erratic panting, he was close, too. I wanted him to orgasm. I wanted to give him the pleasure he’d given me twice now, and once before.
Ash let out a sharp cry and pulled me down hard so that his cock shoved into me as deep as it would go. When his cock jerked and spasmed with his release, filling me up, I cried out. He’d pushed me to another orgasm.
We came together, crying out, and I fell forward, leaning my forehead against his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight, and we trembled and moaned as we rode out our combined pleasure.
Along with the pleasure came a strange sensation of warmth that ran over my skin like a current of electricity. Something sparked between us, and I felt closer to him, more connected, than I’d felt to anyone. Not even to Oscar, and we’d lived together for the past couple of years.
Finally, after what felt like forever, the orgasms subsided. His cock softened inside me, and I shifted off him. I collapsed onto the couch, trying to relearn how to breathe. My lungs burned, and my heart hammered against my chest.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
“Yeah,” Ash replied.
“That was…”
“Not supposed to happen.”
I shook my head. “I don’t regret it.”
He looked at me with an expression I couldn’t read. For a moment, fear curled inside me. Did he regret it?
Ash leaned forward and cupped my cheek. He kissed me, and the kiss was slow and sensual.
“I have to go,” he said in a deep voice. “I’ll be back.”
“Will you?” I asked.
He nodded, and that was all I needed to know. With a sensual kiss like that, and the promise that I would see him later, I couldn’t believe that he regretted what we’d done.
He stood and got dressed. I watched him pull on his pants and the shirt over his head, and just like that, there was no proof that we’d fucked.
He touched my cheek one more time and cupped my breast before he walked around the couch. I stayed where I was, and a moment later, the door swung shut and I was alone.
I fell back onto the couch and stretched out. My body felt the delicious ache of having been fucked and fucked well. It took a long time, lying naked in the fire, before I finally got up and walked naked to the bedroom in search of something else to wear.