Chapter Twenty-Four

 

 

 

 

Tessa didn’t speak as she entered the bedroom, removing the bracelet she’d worn that day and placing it onto the tray where she kept her jewelry. She reflected on what she’d learned today and felt a little tug at her heart when she realized that Buck hadn’t lied to her. He hadn’t slept with anyone since he’d shared her bed.

“Well?” Buck said from behind her.

“She confirmed your version of the story with a few additions.”

“What? I never touched her or tried to do anything with her or any of the other women, Tessa, and if she said differently she was lying. I couldn’t even get hard for another woman because my cock isn’t interested in any woman except you. I promise, duchess. I wouldn’t lie to you about this and I’m so fucking mad that I even led you to believe I ever could or would do that to you.”

“Calm down. She added that you were spending most of the night watching my place and that when you weren’t doing that you were too drunk to even move off the bed, much less have sex,” Tessa assured him, almost laughing at his panicked voice and the way he’d rushed to let her know how much he loved her. She hadn’t really needed Cindy to confirm his story after the past week and a half with him but because she wanted him to know she wouldn’t buy every line he sold, she’d gone over there and asked her. She’d wanted to be one hundred percent sure before she agreed to marry him.

“You’ll marry me then?” he demanded from behind her on the bed. This question had been asked over and over every night for the past week.

After her father had entered the control room at the compound Buck had paled and they’d all argued. Thankfully the outcome of that argument was better than she’d expected. Despite the way she’d arrived, upset and broken inside, her father had forgiven Buck because he’d risked his life coming inside the electric fence to get her. Her dad had always respected a man willing to put his life on the line for someone he loved.

It helped that Buck had told them all that he loved her and that they couldn’t keep her from him because he wouldn’t allow it. You would think something like that would have set them off but instead it had reassured them that he was serious. If he was telling them that they wouldn’t stop him while they had five guns trained on him, then he must be telling them the truth. Tessa didn’t understand men sometimes. They had an illogical way of looking at things.

It had taken him four days to convince her that he’d been stupid enough to think letting her go was protecting her. She’d used those four days to show him she wasn’t a woman who needed protection. She’d taken him to the gun range and used a submachine gun to blast through targets, hitting the head and the heart dead on for a full clip. He’d realized that luck had had nothing to do with her killing the two men in their house that night after they’d accidentally shot him.

“I want you to tell me if the part about you watching me through the window is true.”

“Yes, it’s true. I did watch you through the window,” he muttered, relaxing back on the bed as she turned to walk toward him.

She enjoyed taking in the view, feeling her body soften in response to seeing him bare-chested while lying on the bed watching her. He’d had the TV on when she’d entered but now she had his full attention. She paused and stripped off her shirt, watching his eyes drop to her breasts encased in a pink lace bra. He licked his lips and swallowed hard. 

“You know what that says about you, don’t you?” she asked, unbuttoning her leather skirt and letting it drop to the floor to reveal the matching pink lace panties.

“No,” he croaked, his hands clenching on the bedspread, likely trying to hold himself back because she was sure he wanted to rush off the bed and attack her. He’d been insatiable since they’d gotten back together. Anytime she was within reaching distance he would make love to her like he hadn’t had her in weeks. It was sexy as fuck and she was loving it. It was as if having denied himself for those weeks he felt the need to make up for lost time, not that she minded because sex with him was like crack.

Tessa crawled onto the foot of the bed on her knees with her legs slightly spread and her breasts pressed forward, looking at him with a little smile. She slowly reached behind her back to unclasp the bra and languidly removed it, watching his hunger grow as his teeth sank into his lower lip and his hands clenched harder on the covers. She cupped her breasts hiding them from his sight as she watched him, noting his heavy breathing and the way his eyes seemed transfixed on her hands.

“It makes you a pervert—a peeping tom. You’re a naughty boy, Buck. Do you like to watch?” Tessa asked him as she slid her hands from their position cupping her breasts to reveal the heavy globes, her fingers pinching her nipples as she arched her back toward him. He groaned and licked his lips.

“Yes,” he whimpered, his body tense as he attempted to wait while she teased him. Her fingers continued to circle her tightened nipples, pinching them every few rotations.

“Um, do you like to see my tits all flushed with my nipples hard and needy like this?” she asked him, her fingers flicking against her nipples almost making herself moan because it felt so good—so damned hot.

“God, yes. I like seeing your tits like that,” he muttered, still watching her rub her nipples. She moved her hand away from her breast, slipping a finger in her mouth and sucking it for a second while she watched him reach out towards her but stopped himself and gripped the headboard behind his head instead making it creak.

“When I’m playing with my nipples do you know what I’m thinking about?” she asked, using her finger to wet her nipple as she moaned and arched again.

“No, what?”

“I think about your mouth sucking on my tits. I imagine that your tongue is my wet finger and that it’s rubbing around and around this hard, little bud while my pussy gets so very hot and wet.”

“Oh, fuck,” he muttered and the bed creaked as his grip tightened and she saw his cock was twitching a little under the sheet where it stood at attention, obviously wanting her to notice it.

“When my nipples are properly stimulated do you know what I do then, naughty peeping Buck?” she asked him, pinching her nipples hard as one hand slid down her stomach heading for the pussy that was hot and wet just like she’d told him.

“Tell me, duchess, what do you do?”

“I slip my fingers into my panties and I find my hard clit and I rub it like you do with your tongue when you go down on me.” She whimpered as her fingers found her clit, unable to stop the pleasure she felt as she rubbed the little nub just like she told him she did.

“Fuck, duchess, I want to see. Take those fucking panties off. Let me see.” She followed his command, taking her panties off and getting back into the same position she’d been in before, one hand rubbing her nipple and the other rubbing her clit.

“Damn, that’s hot. It makes me want to see my cock in you while you sit like that and rub that little nub. Will you let me put my cock in that tight pussy you’ve gotten all warmed up for me, duchess?” Buck asked moving closer, his question making her pussy clench with the need to feel his cock slipping up into it while she rubbed her clit. She couldn’t speak she was so turned on so she nodded instead.

“Spread your legs more, duchess, and hold that pose. I need to watch you sink down on me from that exact pose. Don’t stop rubbing your sweet nub so your pussy stays nice and hot for me, okay,” he growled as he somehow managed to slip between her legs positioning his cock under her. She moaned, her body wanting to come.

“Don’t fucking come till my cock’s in that pussy. Spread wider and lower yourself on my cock now before you come. Do it.” Buck held her hips as she slowly lowered herself onto him, still rubbing against her swollen clit. Her pussy was so wet that it was easy to slide his thick cock into her wanton cavern. They both moaned when she was filled with his hard cock. He held her hips and groaned, slowly moving his hips to move in and out of her from beneath her.

“You’re like wet silk wrapped around me. It feels so damned good, duchess. It’s so fucking good, all hot and wet and tight. Do you imagine my cock like this when you’re fingering this hot little pussy, duchess?” Buck continued to bounce her slowly on his thick meat while she rubbed herself and he watched.

“Yes,” she whimpered, her body about to explode from all the stimulation.

“Good. That’s good, duchess. You should be thinking about my cock fucking you. I’m going to roll you under me as soon as you come and pound this hot pussy till you come again. I’m going to do that because you teased me with this hot little body. When I’m done, I’ll suck on your nipples till you’re ready for me to lick your pussy and make you come again. Then I’m going to fuck you all night long, hard and fast, slow and easy, just like this until you beg me to stop.” Buck’s words and the motion of his cock sliding up inside her while she rubbed both her nipples and her clit made her cry out as her body bowed away from him and she exploded into her first orgasm of the night.

She felt Buck’s hard hands holding her still as she went wild, moaning and crying out his name as he rolled her beneath him and began fucking her hard and fast just like he’d told her he would. As she felt her second orgasm take her and bliss exploded inside her, she knew that he would fuck her all night just like he’d said her would.

It was hours later when she was almost slipping into an exhausted sleep and whispered, “I will marry you, Buck, because I love you,” and she heard him whisper back, “I love you too, duchess,” that she realized this really was her happily ever after.  

 

 

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