Chapter 10
TEN
LANE
“Birdie, I’m home!” I walk through the door hours later. A door that is unlocked. I’ll have to change that. I close and lock the front door for the evening. The last thing I need is one of my brothers showing up unannounced, barging through the door, and seeing Birdie naked.
“In the bedroom!” she calls back. I take my boots off at the door, not wanting to track dirt through the house. Birdie would take it upon herself to sweep, vacuum, and mop, and that ain’t gonna happen anytime soon.
Today, when I left, I knew she’d be doing some work. What I didn’t expect was her to unpack everything already. I’m not going to complain unless she wore herself out. It’s nice to see our stuff mixed in together. There still isn’t much on the walls, but there are frames placed here and there.
One of the pictures is from years ago. She’s on the tailgate of my truck, arms wrapped around my neck, legs surrounding my hips.
I’m leaning back into her. One of those moments, she came over with lunch.
Mom was around and snapped the picture of the two of us smiling at the camera.
I never did get a copy. Glad Birdie did.
And with the way it’s framed, I’m thinking it's been like that all along.
My walk shows me she’s added a few other things, like a couple of vases, one on the coffee table, another on the counter, and I know exactly where the flowers came from.
My woman is a lot like her momma. The Robertson women love the vibrant colors of Ellie’s fields, and it shows in both of our houses.
“Whatcha doin’, Birdie?” I ask as I walk down the small hallway. I’d honestly expected her to be at the kitchen table or in the living room, still working the day away. Truthfully, I’m glad she’s not. I’d much prefer her in bed, resting. I know the probability of that happening wasn’t likely.
“Just got out of the shower. Now I’m looking for something to wear.” The breath leaves me. She’s standing in the closet, wearing nothing but a towel. Birdie’s hair is down. Wet. And there are still a few droplets of water sliding down her chest when she turns to look at me.
“Birdie,” I groan. My hand grips the back of the neck of my shirt, pulling the cotton of my tee over my head.
“Drop the towel, baby.” I was going to wait until she was completely healed, not even so much as a bruise on her body.
I can’t. The need to take her is too deep.
I’m not sure why I ever thought I could hold back.
Last night should have told me that. Birdie consumes my every waking need, and I don’t care if I have to be gentle.
I’ll make her stay perfectly still while we both chase our orgasm.
“Drop your jeans, Lane,” she counters.
“Fuck yeah.” I bring my foot up, sliding one sock off after the other.
Birdie is waiting on me, keeping the status quo, but the second my hand pops open the button of my jeans, she lets the towel go, and while, yes, her torso is a mottled mess of colors, Birdie is fucking beautiful.
“Gonna need you on the bed, Birdie, or I’m gonna take you against the wall.
” My jeans drop to the floor, and I step out of them.
“I have no problem with that idea. Too bad I know you won’t.” She takes one slow step at a time as she walks toward me, the softness in her body and the slow sway of her hips captivating me with each step she takes.
“You gonna have a problem when I fuck my cum inside your bare pussy while you’re not on birth control?” Once she’s within reaching distance, the tip of my finger slides down the slope of her neck.
“Nope. I’m pretty sure we’ve wasted enough time.
” Her hand wraps around my length, and that’s all I can take.
The last time I had her, condoms were involved for the most part, except that first and the last time.
I wasn’t imagining it to go that far, so I didn’t have a condom on me.
She was a virgin, and feeling her skin to skin, it took all I had to pull out well before I was ready to come inside her.
“You got that fuckin’ right. I can’t wait to watch your body grow with our child in your belly.” Her eyes turn to molten desire, her nipples pebble harder, her thighs squeezing together. “Need you on the bed.” I step back, losing her hand on my cock.
“Okay, Lane.” The back of her body is just as gorgeous as her front, and damn if I don’t want my face buried between her thighs as I use my mouth on her from behind.
“On your back, baby. I’m going to do the work, and you’re going to have to stay very still.
Can you do that for me?” My hand takes the place hers was only moments ago, jacking my cock as I follow her.
Fuck, her ass. I can’t wait to feel the tight clench of it around my length while I fuck her pussy with my fingers, watching how hard she flies apart with me taking her ass.
“I can get on my back, Lane, but I’m not making any promises about staying still,” she tosses over her shoulder.
There isn’t a wince or so much as a tinge of pain around her eyes.
She must really be feeling better. She’s probably staying up on pain relievers, too.
All I’ve gotta do is make sure I don’t hurt her too much.
It fucking sucks because when it comes to Birdie, I lose all sense of control.
“Woman, you going to make me deny you my dick?” I watch as she lies on the edge of the bed, spreading her legs open and looking in my direction.
“You wouldn’t. I know you, Lane. You talk a big game, but you’d never do something like that.
We’d both be aching with the need to have one another.
” She licks her lips. Birdie is right, which is why I quit pretending I’m going to hold back.
The second I’m in front of her, she widens her thighs, and I move closer.
“You’re right. You gonna be able to wrap your legs around me, Birdie?” I’m unsure how to handle her, wanting to tread carefully but still give her a damn say.
“Like this?” Her legs hook behind my back, ankles locking in place and making me move closer.
“Fuck yeah. Not sure how long this is gonna last. It’s been a long fucking time, baby.
” I guide my cock to her glistening cunt, wetting the tip, trying to hold back from slamming deep inside of her.
Shit, the way I’m going, I do that, and I’ll come right away, and I’ll be damned if I do that to her.
“Same, Lane. So please don’t make me wait.” Her eyes close, eyelashes splayed across her cheeks and lush lips pressed together. My own continue their path, taking in the red flush along her skin, the way her tits are moving with each deep breath.
“Son of a bitch.” The velvet clutch of her pussy bears down on my cock, and I’m barely inside her. My mouth waters, trying to figure out where I want it first— her nipples, her skin, or her lips.
“Lane.” My hips press deeper, her legs wrap around me tighter, and I’m forced to go down on my elbows, or I’ll give too much of my weight. I frame our bodies on either side of her head, coming face to face, and now I know where my mouth is going to land first.
“God, Birdie, you feel good, too good.” I pull back sparingly, unable to leave too much of her wet heat, and then I thrust back inside.
Her hands wrap around my biceps, fingers pressing into the skin as she lifts her hips, trying to get me as deep as possible.
While I want nothing more than to fuck my cock into her as hard, fast, and deep as I can, the possibility of hurting her is still at the forefront of my mind.
“Lane William Johnson, quit fucking holding back. I’m not made of fine china.
You’re not going to hurt me. You’re going to piss me off, and then I’ll just take care of myself.
” This woman, I should have known she wouldn’t fight fair.
Her hand comes off my arm, and I know exactly what Birdie is after.
“You so much as touch your pretty pussy, I’m going to roll you over and spank that ass, baby, then you won’t be coming either.
I’ll spank you red, jack my cock, and paint your ass with my cum.
You wouldn’t want that. Depriving us both of coming together, hmm?
” Her hand stops on her lower abdomen, and through my talking, I’ve slowly ramped up my speed.
Her tits bounce, her eyes are having a harder time staying open, and her cunt clamps down on my cock.
“Lane, don’t stop. Please.” Her hand moves away from her body, going back to my bicep, where it fucking belongs. I slide a hand to her outer thigh, pulling it up higher, opening her farther.
“I swear, Birdie, this is everything. You’re everything.” Gone is my attention on making sure she isn’t hurting. In its place is the need to make Birdie mine, to fuck my baby into her body, and to make her realize she’ll always be mine.
“I’m close, oh god.” Fuck yeah, she is. I can feel her cunt ripple along my length, feel her clenching, and I can feel her pulling me right along with her.
“Fuck yeah, you are. Take me with you, Birdie.” I lift her leg up even more until it’s on my shoulder, my mouth finding the inside of her ankle and grazing it with my lips.
I get the show of the century. Birdie’s head falls back, neck arching, body glistening with sweat, and she’s shaking.
The orgasm takes hold of her, and she moans out my name as she comes undone.
My body can’t hold back any longer. I piston my hips harder and faster, ready to, with any luck, fuck a baby inside of her.
“Birdie.” I rock my hips, head tipping back, balls drawing tight, and my cum jets deep inside of the only woman I’ve ever loved.