Chapter 46 #2
We steal to the foyer, and he helps me into my coat, buttoning it up as his gaze burns into mine. Just like that, I’m floating, my stomach flipping, heart pattering. He throws on his own jacket, and we quietly escape out the front door.
Butch leads me to a well-worn path, and we’re soon enveloped in nature. Tall pines stretch to the sky, and the undergrowth is a combination of dropped cones and needles along with patches of luminous moss. Our breath plumes in the brisk air as waning sunlight filters through the trees.
“It’s so beautiful here.” I stoop to admire a cluster of tiny, star-shaped ferns.
“It’s a kid’s paradise—and not too shabby for the grown-ups, either.”
Indeed. But I wonder… “Have you ever wanted to leave?”
“Once upon a time,” he admits, as we continue walking. “But life took such a U-turn with Emmy, and having the family’s support helped. I’m sure I could’ve managed without it, but it would have been a bitch. Now I don’t want to take her away from the people she loves and who love her.”
“Your parents would take it hard.” I’ve witnessed how they’ve doted on her today.
“You ain’t kidding.”
We round a bend, and I gasp in delight as we come to a short, arched bridge over a stream. I hurry toward it, stopping dead center on the wood-slatted span, taking in the tall trees and babbling brook, captivated by this wondrous place.
Butch cages me against the railing and holds my gaze. “I stopped thinking about myself, my wants and needs…until you.”
I stare into those serious, beautiful green eyes. The forest’s got nothing on them.
His lips caress mine softly, gently, and I close my eyes, sinking into his touch and savoring it. His grip tightens as he deepens the kiss, staking his claim and making me forget my own name.
“I want you,” he breathes.
I whimper. “I want you. ”
“C’mon,” he says, taking my hand and urging me down the path. Our pace turns brisk. Soon we arrive at Butch’s cabin, cheeks flushed from the cool air.
He locks the door once we’re inside and wastes no time pushing me against it.
His kiss is searing. Our tongues twine, hungry and desperate.
Heat shoots through me like lightning, dampening my panties in seconds.
We strip off our coats, and I moan when we finally grind together and his erection presses into me.
It’s been weeks since we had sex, and we’re ravenous.
Our hands roam as greedily as our tongues tangle, and every inch of me trembles with yearning.
He drops to his knees. “This dress,” he says, clutching the hem. “I’ve been waiting all day to get my head underneath it and taste you.”
I’m panting as I watch his eyes darken…and his head disappears beneath the fabric. Butch whips my panties to the side and slides in his tongue without pretense, dragging it through my center. His groan rumbles through me as my own rips from my throat.
He laps up the proof of my desire, spearing me, suckling me.
His obscene noises of gratification reach my ears.
He pins my dress and me in place with a sure grip, his other hand holding my useless underwear out of his way.
My shoulders anchor against the door, my legs widening of their own volition as I take the pleasure he doles out.
He’s relentless, and my repeated whimpers confirm I’m a willing victim.
I rub an aching breast with one hand and sink the other into Butch’s thick hair, using it for leverage as my pelvis thrusts toward his talented mouth.
He pauses, handing me the hem of my dress. Repositioning his hands, he spreads me wider where he feasts. His beard abrades my inner thighs, scraping my skin then obliterating the discomfort with his lavish attention on my pulsing clitoris.
It’s …ohhhhhhhh .
My core begins a familiar dance. Coiling, tightening, tensing.
Shockingly, I’m about to orgasm. Standing up…fully clothed…at his mercy.
My breath halts, and a minute later, I combust, the edges of my vision tunneling, darkening, stars exploding behind my eyelids.
My unbridled wail echoes in the space against Butch’s long guttural groan.
I can’t think or speak or apparently, hold myself upright because when my legs buckle, Butch pins me in place and continues consuming what’s his.
Only when my shudders abate does he stand. “Bed. Now,” he commands.
With an unfocused gaze, I attempt to walk, quickly forced to stop and get my bearings.
He assesses me and without a word, dips and throws me over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. Then my giant lumberjack takes the stairs by twos.
Butch sets me down, and my eyes snap to the raging hard-on straining through his jeans. My energy jolts back to life. I long for him— need him —in my mouth.
“Clothes off, Sundance, before I fuck you with them on. I’d hate to ruin this pretty dress.”
I’m quick to obey, and we grin at each other while disrobing with impressive speed.
I sit on the bed, eying the swollen erection grazing his abdomen. “I want to blow you.” I barely recognize my own voice, or the desperation in it.
“Jacqui…”
“ Please. ”
He doesn’t hesitate again, giving me what I want. My lips wrap around his length with gusto and we both groan as I take him deeper. I love his size, his masculinity, his taste. I’ve never wanted anything so much. My enthusiasm, the sounds I’m making…they’re almost embarrassing.
Too soon, he separates us, muttering about his lack of control and that fucking mouth . I swipe the saliva from my face and let him push me flat against the mattress.
His eyes are pure green fire as he sinks into me, feeding me his cock inch by gigantic inch.
“Butch, Butch, Butch…” I pant. Then he fills me completely and all words evaporate.
His eyes close and his neck muscles pulse as he collects himself. Except there’s no such thing as restraint in this universe where we’re coupled together.
“Holy fuck,” he murmurs.
Our eyes meet, his burning into mine. I wrap my legs around him, stroking the curves of his honed build as our eyes stay locked.
He pulls out. Thrusts deeply. Then he stills once more. “I’m never surviving this,” he mutters, and a soft chuckle leaves my throat.
He thrusts again and all laughter leaves.
He thrusts again and my brain silences.
He drives all the way in, and then it’s just us, joined at our centers, our gazes, our hearts.
Butch moves with raw, magnetizing strength, his muscles flexing, undulating under my fingers. With each piston of his hips, he steals my breath.
My legs widen, beckoning him closer.
Fill me, obliterate me, own me.
Our bodies create new music, writing a melody never heard before and finding a rhythm that eclipses everything…my pain, my heart, maybe my soul.
Something shifts.
It’s then I realize: We’re not fucking.
We’re making love.