CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
“I never imagined he hated me so much,” said Blake walking slowly back to the cottage with Zane. “I knew we didn’t get along, I knew he thought I was strange. But not once did I believe he hated me.”
“You were a kid, honey. Men like that are very good at hiding their emotions. But I do wonder, why in the world would your mother marry a man like that?”
“It’s a great question. Looking back on it now, I think she was so lonely, so desperately lonely. Josh came around and had a decent job and people in the community liked him. I think she thought it was better than being alone, raising a daughter alone.
“When she figured out what kind of man he really was, she didn’t want to be the one to expose him to those around us. I don’t know why. I just know that I always said I would never allow a man to treat me like that.”
“Well, I can damn sure promise you that I won’t be treating you in that way. I’m crazy about you, Blake. I’m falling more and more in love with you every day. I know it may not be the right time, with all that you’ve been through. But I’m not going anywhere.”
He opened the cottage door and they stepped inside. The cool air conditioning kissed their skin, making them both instantly feel better.
“What on earth would make you think that I need to wait? Zane, I’ve been falling in love with you as well. You’re kind, handsome, and smart. You’re by far the most well-read man I’ve ever known,” she chuckled, staring at the stack of books on the coffee table.
“Honestly that started when I moved here,” he grinned. “But thank you.” She moved toward him, placing her hands on his chest.
“I want to be here. With you. No one else. I want to be in your bed at night, next to you. Naked.”
“Shit,” he muttered feeling the bulge rising between his thighs.
“Take me, Zane. Take me now.”
He pulled her hand toward the master bedroom, kicking off his shoes as he entered the room, stripping the shirt off over his head. When turned around, the sundress was pooled at her feet and she stood only in her bra and panties.
He knew she was curvy but seeing her like this put it all into perspective.
Her skin was perfection, the tiny freckles across her chest matching those across her nose.
Reaching behind her, she unhooked the bra and let it fall, then slid the panties to the floor and kicked them aside.
Zane was very happy to see the tuft of red hair between her thighs.
“I want to touch you,” she said slowly walking toward him. He nodded, unzipping the shorts and letting them fall. Pushing his boxers down, his cock sprung to life, the thick purple head begging for someone to touch it.
Blake let her fingers glide down his length, then swept over the tip, the juice on her fingers coming to her lips. Zane growled, a deep grizzly growl that turned her on. He lifted her and set on the edge of the bed, his fingers diving into her wet folds, in and out, in and out as she moaned.
Her breasts were bouncing up and down as he fought to bring her to a perfect climax, allowing her to find relief, no matter what happened next.
Pressing her back to the bed, he pulled her forward, placing her legs over his shoulders.
With the thick head of his cock now soaked, he slowly pushed forward, stretching her, more and more.
“Wow,” she moaned, arching her back. “Damn, you’re really big.”
“Not so big,” he moaned with effort. “Just thick.”
“That’s big,” she grinned. “And perfect.”
When his full length and girth were inside, he stilled to control himself. Then she started to move and he knew it was on. The desire to own her body was overwhelming to him. His mouth covered one nipple while his cock found the very depths of her, pushing her knees toward her ears for more.
“Zane! Zane, you’re going to make me cum again!”
“Good,” he growled, “because I’m about to explode inside this body. This body that is mine now, Blake. Mine!”
“Yes!” she yelled.
It seemed as if the entire cottage shook with aftershocks. Still running his tongue over her breasts, he could feel the full weight of his balls dripping between her ass crack. Then he stilled.
“Shit. Blake? I didn’t wear a condom.”
“Oh,” she said calmly looking up at him. “It’s okay. I mean, I’m okay. They tested me when I got here. No diseases and I’ve been on the shot for years.”
“I’m clean as well,” he said. “I was just thinking about children.”
“Do you want children?” she asked with an unreadable gaze. He pulled back as she sat up on the bed.
“I hadn’t given it much thought. I know what kind of parent I don’t want to be. I’m just not sure what kind of parent I will be.”
“You’ll be a wonderful father,” she smiled, touching his cheeks and kissing him. “You’re kind, intelligent, loving, and I know that you would never abandon me.”
“Never,” he said smiling. “A father. I might be a father.”
“Not any time soon,” she laughed. “I am on the shot. But when we’re both ready, I’d like to have children one day.” She reached out and stroked his semi-hard cock and he closed his eyes, moaning at her touch.
“You’re driving me mad,” he groaned.
“Good because I’m not nearly done with you yet.”