49. Shannon
CHAPTER 49
SHANNON
I can’t believe how easily he says it, but it doesn’t sound cruel at all. It sounds like the sweetest endearment.
Of course it does, because Russ is the sweetest guy in the world.
I smile up at him. “You don’t have to call me that if it isn’t your thing. I will love whatever we do in bed, I promise.”
He grins down at me. “What does that mean?”
I bite my lip.
Russ climbs off me and tucks his cock away, then offers me his hand. “Are you hungry? Thirsty? Can I make you some tea?”
“Tea?”
“My Nan always said a tassie makes everything better.”
“Well, then. Tea. Yes, please.”
He leads me into his kitchen and fills an electric kettle. Then he gets out two oversized mugs. “What kind of tea? I’ve got regular Scottish breakfast, green tea that isn’t really my thing but I tried it for a while, and a couple of herbal blends. This ginger peach one is nice.”
“What are you having?”
“Proper Scottish breakfast.”
“I’ll have that, too.”
He pops a tea bag in each mug, then backs me up against the counter and braces his arms next to my hips. “Now, where were we? You were trying to steer me away from calling you a slut. Did I not do it right?”
I tip my head back and laugh.
He kisses my throat, his beard lighting up my nerve endings. “Should I be meaner?”
I shiver. “Maybe.”
“I can do that. Maybe not right in this moment when I’m filled with joy, but give me a hot second and I’ll figure it out. I’m a quick study.”
He works his hands under my shirt. More electric sparks sizzle along my skin at his touch.
“I just want you, first.” I don’t know why this is so hard. Once upon a time, I had no problem talking about sex. Likes, dislikes. Green lights and hard limits.
But with those men, it was purely transactional.
With Russ, my entire future is on the line. I love him, and that makes this scary.
“Okay. We’ll go slow, but I want to get to all the dirty raunchy stuff my woman likes.”
I whimper. “Call me that more. That does it for me in a big way.”
“My woman.” He kisses me right below my ear. “Can I take your shirt off? I want to see your tits.”
“Mmhmm.” I lift my arms for him and he bares my torso.
His mouth finds mine and we kiss again, slow and deep this time. I lose myself in it, letting him consume me, that I forget about?—
His hands stop their slide up my back when they reach the curling piece of second skin that’s plastered over the tattoo.
“What’s that?”
“Actually, you could, um, take that off for me?”
I turn around, and hold my breath.
He traces over the bandage first, his fingertip so gentle. “My turn.”
“Do you remember?”
His finger reaches the tiny crown at the top of the scrawled words. “Oh, I remember, my queen.”
He turns me around, his hands on my hips.
“My queen ,” he growls, crushing his mouth to mine.
As we kiss, fire mounting, he unzips my jeans and shoves them down my hips.
The kettle finishes boiling and he doesn’t stop touching me.
“About sex…” I manage to pant. “Some of the things I like are…”
He unsnaps my bra. “Shameful?”
“Yes.”
“Says who?” He groans happily as he fills his hands with my tits. “If it feels good, it feels good. Simple as that.”
“Nothing about sex has ever been simple for me.”
“Then we should see if we can change that.” He leans in and sucks at one of my nipples, his gaze on my face the whole time.
My eyelids flutter half-shut, hooding my gaze as the sensation of being this seen in my desires overwhelms me.
He rakes that nipple through his teeth, then repeats the attention on the other side.
And then he kneels in front of me.
“My queen,” he murmurs, lifting one leg and kissing my kneecap before he hooks that thigh over his shoulder.
Then he tugs my panties to the side and presses a deep, pulling kiss right to my core. His tongue flicks up to my clit, over and over again, until I’m rocking against his face, getting his beard wet.
His tongue feels so good, but it’s not what I want inside me right now.
“Russ,” I beg. “Russell.”
He immediately looks up. “Yeah?”
“I want you inside me.”
He immediately rises to his feet and kisses me.
“You taste like me,” I whisper, echoing earlier. “You taste good.”
“I sure fucking do.” He’s breathing hard. “Stay here. Don’t move. I’ll get a condom. Or wait. We should go to my bed, right? I don’t think it’s made. Please don’t stop loving me over that.”
I laugh and throw my arms around him. “Here is fine. An unmade bed sounds amazing too.” And I take a deep breath. “You don’t need the condom, though. Unless you want it. I have an IUD.”
“But Tiller?—”
I press my fingers to Russ’s lips. “Is a paranoid asshole who cheats a lot. He didn’t want kids, and I don’t think he trusted my IUD, either. And that’s the last time we should talk about him while we’re mostly naked.”
He pulls off his own shirt. “I’m not naked enough.”
Then he scoops me in his arms.
I wrap my legs around his waist and he carries me to a very nice bedroom that really isn’t that messy at all.
And the unmade bed is seriously inviting.
He lays me down and I watch as he strips. All those freckled muscles are mine now. All that lovely golden red hair leading down to that incredible cock, thick and proud…mine.
And my feelings are reflected in the expression on his face as he crawls on top of me and peels off my panties.
He inhales lustily as he caresses me, moving me beneath him to open up. “I don’t deserve how fucking hot you are, but I’m never letting you go anyway.”
“Stole the words from my mouth,” I say.
He pauses with his cock just at my entrance and looks down at me. “No expectations. Just feelings, okay? If you come, that’s amazing. If you can’t, we’ll try something else. I just want to be inside you.”
“I need it, too.” I pull him down on top of me and he rolls his hips, sliding his cock home in a breathtaking thrust.
I gasp, crying out, and he cradles me in his arms. I’m perfectly full. He’s buried in me, all the way to the root, and everywhere he can be touching me, he is.
When he starts moving inside me, it’s like an earthquake, heavy and profound.
This man is going to fundamentally reshape me body and soul.
He already has.
“Tell me you’re with me, Shannon.”
He cups my face, holding my gaze.
“I’m with you.” I hold his gaze. This big, mighty giant looks down at me with so much vulnerability it makes my heart hurt. It’s as if he needs to know it’s him I want. So I give him the eye contact, and I say his name over and over again.
Russell, Russell, Russell.
As my body melts around his, getting warmer and slicker and softer, the vulnerability in his gaze is replaced with a bright confidence.
“That’s it. God, you’re making me feel so good,” I tell him.
“I love you like this,” he murmurs as he moves inside me. “Beneath me. Taking my cock bare. Nothing between us.”
I shiver at the reminder of how intimate this is, even for our first time.
His eyes spark at my reaction, and his voice goes rough. “I love you on your knees for me, too.”
I nod, my mouth watering at the reminder.
His thumb traces the corner of my mouth. “Open for me. Show me where I’m going to be coming for the rest of my life.”
I moan.
“There’s my slut,” he growls.
And that’s… oh my God. That’s perfect.
“Yes,” I moan.
“Wider,” he demands. I arch my back as he fucks into me faster now, my mouth pulling open.
I wish he could fuck me and I could suck him at the same time. Filled by Russ from all directions.
He pulls my face back to look at him, his attention on my wide open mouth now. His pupils dilate.
“Whose mouth is this?”
“Yours,” I pant before opening wide again.
“Good girl.” He spits onto my tongue. “Swallow it.”
I gulp, desperate for him now. Every small part of him.
He wraps my hair in his hand and tugs my head to the side.
“I love you,” he whispers against my ear. His hips snap, his thrusts slowing but getting harder.
My head goes fuzzy.
“I’ll love you forever, my dirty girl.” And he thrusts again, shoving me into a release I didn’t see coming.
I sob through it, clutching at him, and he follows, filling me up.
He stays inside me until all the aftershocks have rippled through to my extremities, and then he curls me up in his arms and covers us both with a blanket.
“You’re beautiful,” he says, kissing my temple.
And for the first time in forever, I believe it.