CHAPTER 8
Owen
I spent an hour securing the perimeter with the best stuff I could get my hands on. I’m embarrassed to admit I wasn’t planned for this. This was just supposed to be a cush job in paradise for a few days. It’s turned out to be nothing of the sort.
I take a deep breath and put my hands under my head as I stare up at the ceiling. I just need to make it through tonight. I don’t have it in me to stay up all night, even with the endless amount of coffee I’ve been dumping down my gullet all day long.
Just two hours and I can be back up and at ‘em. I should be outside keeping an eye on the traps I set.
Two hours is all I need.
I breathe in deeply again and let it go. I’ll be out in three more breaths tops.
I hear a creak in the floorboard and my eyes dart toward the door. Shit!
But it’s not the kind of unexpected guest I’m anticipating.
It’s her.
She’s wearing some sort of see-through white thing and there’s just enough moonlight bouncing around the interior that I get a damn fine look at her damn fine body. My cock immediately springs to attention and my left hand darts from under the pillow to the sheet next to me so I can cover myself.
“I can’t be alone right now,” she says.
And I’m not in a position to be left alone with her. Fuck I want her so bad, but not like on the boat. The boat was lust and hot wet sex. Two people thrown at one another and boy did they ever stick.
Right now I want to take my time with her. Lay her out on this bed and enjoy her until sunrise. I’d enjoy the fuck out of it all night long and I know if I did exactly what I want she’d be right there next to me soaking up all that pleasure.
“Your room is safe,” I say.
“But I’ll feel safer with you,” she says. “Please. Just until I fall asleep at least.”
I can see she’s genuine. There are no motives and no games. I’m not about to leave her by herself. It’s my job I remind myself. Protection isn’t just the physical kind, but the mental as well. If she doesn’t feel safe then she isn’t safe and right now she’s a mess. I can see it from here.
“Just until you fall asleep,” I say. “But first I need to put something—.” It’s too late. She’s through the door and sliding head first onto the sheet and right in underneath my arm and next to me.
Damn, why did she have to do that?
I feel her hot skin against mine. Was she hiding under the covers like a child scared of a monster in the closet?
Now I’m pissed. I want to get this guy more than ever. It’s not that I needed a motive before but this only assures that loser that I’ll find him that much quicker and when I do he better look out. I’ll stick around here if I have to. I’ll burn through the money I’m making on this just to put an end to this. I’ll go it on my own time. For her.
She slides her hand across my chest and I bring my arm around behind her, letting her know I’m here for her.
I feel her body pull in even closer. Her face touches my chest. I feel her lips brush against my skin just under my pectoral muscle.
Damn those lips of hers. I barely got a taste of them the other day. It only left me wanting more…much, much more.
My cock is raging right now and there’s not much I can do to hide it. The way her head is angled she must be looking right at it.
She runs her hand all the way across my chest to the other side, grabbing my side. She used the leverage to pull the entire length of her body into mine. Even her legs are touching mine.
I look down at her from above. I feel somewhat like a fatherly figure and her man all at the same time. It’s confusing, gratifying, and making me horny as hell all at the same time.
But it’s not just lust. It’s more. I want to deny it, but I know it’s true.
I feel her hand slide back across my chest halfway before stopping in-between my pectoral muscles. She extends her index finger and slowly drags her hand down the center of my body, following the line that runs right up the middle…the one I’ve spent years on sculpting both in the gym and from real life in the field working.
She stops just at the top of the sheet and begins moving her hand up again.
Thank god this isn’t going in the direction I thought it was going.
Or so I though.
I was wrong.
Completely fucking wrong.
She guides her hand back down my body to the sheet, but this time she doesn’t stop. She slides her hand underneath and wraps her hands around the base of my cock as best she can.
She can’t close her grip. I’m way too big for her hands which she now moves up my shaft all the way to the tip.
I want to stop her but I can’t. And I won’t. Not now at least, but I know the real truth. Not ever. Not anymore. Maybe I could when she was eighteen but she’s a woman now. I’m not under her dad’s thumb and she’s not under mine. We’re two adults who can do whatever we please. And what she pleases right now is damn sure pleasing me.
I take a deep breath in and she takes it as a cue to take things to the next level.
Her head comes off the side of my chest and her torso moves toward my midsection.
She lifts the sheet back with her other hand only to cover my dick right back up…with her mouth.
I watch as her head descends down on my cock as she takes as much as she can. She’s still got a long ways to go before she can fit all of me, but what she can take already is more than enough.
More than enough to set me off.
More than enough to send my hand up and through her hair and onto the back of her head. I don’t guide her, she doesn’t need it. She knows just how to make me feel good.
She slides her lips up and down again and I feel her warm mouth lubricate my dick.
This is more than I can take.
I lean forward and grab her by the shoulders. She comes up off my cock but never takes her eyes off it. Instead she lifts her leg slowly guiding it over the top of me as she straddles me.
She places her pussy right on top of my rod and leans forward, never taking her sight from my dick.
She’s not making eye contact at all, but it somehow heightens everything. It doesn’t make sense until it does. It’s like I’m watching my own fantasy which she’s watching at the same time. I’m watching her about ready to ride my cock as she’s watching my cock which she’s about to ride. It’s like we’re on the exact same page mentally, which is strange for both the male and female brains…how can they both be in sync like that? Not in day-to-day stuff, but like this…both living inside the same fantasy and from the same point of view.
But it’s not a fantasy anymore and my overcomplicated analysis ends the second I watch her eyes close as she slides down my pole taking me inside her.
I feel my cock swell even more as all the blood in my body rushes to please her, and me, at the same time.
Her head leans back and she rides me. I watch as her hips move in and out and in and out as her stomach moves like a belly dancer. Damn this girl knows how to move!
But as she’s moving back and forth she’s also moving up and down. Each time she goes up she comes down just a little bit more allowing more and more of my dick inside her pussy.
I watch as her juices cover my rod each time she comes up to the head of my cock. My dick glistening in the moonlight.
And then she does something I would have never expected. Her pussy starts pulsating.
It’s not an orgasm. It’s like something she’s trained it to do. Probably read how to do it in some damn woman’s magazine but no way in hell I’m complaining. I’ve never felt anything like it before and I know I’ll never feel anything like it again.
Because after her there is no one else. No more first times. No more new bodies. Only hers as it changes over the years as she takes my seed and gives me the sons I want. The only thing I really ever wanted in this world, and she’s going to be both.
My woman and the mother to my children.
But right now she’s something else. She’s the woman who’s got me losing my mind and close to busting again…and again way, way too soon.
How come I can’t last with her?
Maybe that’s it right there…because she’s the first one I ever wanted everything else to last with. She’s not just for one night…she’s for every night forever.
Fuck me!
I can’t take it anymore. I grab her by the hips and move with her as she rides faster and faster.
I grab tighter and feel her body contract and suddenly she leans back and unloads on me just as I unload in her.
My head leans back to match hers and we’re moaning at the moon like two wolves in heat. And we are, even though we completely empty ourselves for each other.
But I know we’ll be filled right back up and ready to go again soon. There’s just no stopping what’s happening since we’ve seen each other again after these last few years.
Fate is bullshit, at least that’s what I thought until now. There’s a reason why I got this job and the reason is her.
We’re supposed to be together and we’re going to be. I’m going to make sure of it.