Beth is collapsed against me, exhausted. I step back, away from the door, and gently untie the knot in the rope around her hands. I glance over her shoulder and wince at the red marks around her wrists. Fuck.
I take my keys out from my pocket and unlock the door. At the sound of it opening, Beth perks up a little, opening her eyes and raising her head from my chest.
"What's going on?" she asks blearily.
"It's okay, you're safe," I tell her. She looks back at me for a moment, and I can see her deciding whether or not she can trust me. Finally, she blinks and lays her head back down. I carry her back out to my truck in the front. I took her to a warehouse on the outskirts of town, and the sky is just beginning to lighten with the oncoming dawn. I slip her into the passenger side, and she curls her legs up to her chest.
I hop into the driver's side, and head for my house. I glance over, and see Beth's chest moving with the slow breaths of sleep.
Maybe I never should have taken her, but I had to be sure. I couldn't let my attraction to her overwhelm my better judgement. At least now I know that she's who she says she is, because her reaction to being questioned about her past couldn't have been faked.
I pull into the driveway of my ranch house, and carry Beth inside. She stirs slightly, but remains asleep. In my bedroom, I gently lay her down on my bed.
As I step back to take my boots off, I try to think about the last time I actually brought a woman home with me. I never usually like to share my private space. I've certainly never brought a sweet butt back here, that's what the bedrooms at the compound are for.
I pull off my jeans and shirt, and slip into bed next to her. Her eye makeup is smeared across her face, but she still looks gorgeous. Her left eyebrow twitches slightly, and I smile. I'm exhausted, too. I close my eyes, falling asleep to the sound of her breath next to me.
When I wake up, I'm lying on my back and I feel a weight against me. Before I realize what it is, I move my arm. Beth wriggles next to me. Her head is on my chest, and my arm is curled around her small body. I watch her blink, then look around in confusion.
"It's alright. You're at my house," I murmur. She quickly raises her head to look up at me.
"Hi," she whispers, her cheeks reddening. Her long eyelashes skim her cheeks as she glances away from me.
"You regret what happened?" I ask.
"No, I just… I don't usually let people see that side of me," she says, tucking her auburn hair behind her ear.
"I won't ask you about your past again, I promise."
"Thank you," she murmurs, and reaches out her hand. She draws figure eights on my stomach.
"You hungry?"
"Mm. What time is it?"
"One. You got somewhere to be?"
"I'm supposed to be at the compound to clean up starting at three."
"Don't worry about it."
"Are you sure? Liz said—"
"I'm sure," I tell her with a smile. "Come on, I'll make you breakfast."
"Mind if I shower first? I was working all day yesterday."
"Sure, in there," I tell her, nodding to the bathroom off the bedroom. I gently touch the red marks still visible on her wrists. "I'm sorry about this."
"I understand why you did it."
"After you shower, let's ice it, and I have some salve you can put on it."
"Salve?" she repeats with a giggle.
"Yeah, salve. What?"
"I just don't know anyone who uses that word."
"Well, now you do. Salve. I have some salve you can put on it," I tell her with a grin.
"That's a relief," she says with a smile. I kiss her forehead, then we both roll to the opposite sides of the bed and I head out the bedroom door for the kitchen. I pull some eggs and bread out from the fridge, and set them on the counter, then head back toward the bedroom. I crack six eggs into a bowl, then realize I should get Beth a fresh towel to use.
I stop at the closet just outside the bedroom, grab my only clean towel from a shelf, and head through the bedroom and into the bathroom.
"Beth? I got you a—" I pause as I see her naked through the glass walls of my shower stall. She's pushing her hair back from her face, and the water is cascading off of her perfect tits and down her flat stomach. Fuck if this right here isn't the hottest sight I've ever laid my eyes on.
She reaches for the soap and sees me. With a smile, she pushes open the shower door. "Did you need to freshen up?" she asks.
"I could use a quick soak," I reply. I pull my boxers over my rapidly hardening dick, and walk over to her. She moves back, and I step into the water. I reach behind me and pull the band out of my hair, and let the shower tease my hair out of its tangled mess.
"I've never been with a guy with long hair," Beth tells me, reaching her arms around my shoulders. I gaze down as her nipples slide across my chest.
"Oh? What do you think?"
"I like it," she says, and gives my hair a sharp tug.
"You're going to pay for that," I tell her with a smile.
"Just tell me how," she replies. I reach out, take her hips, and spin her around. She shivers as I spread my hands across her chest and massage her breasts. She leans back against me, and turns her face up to me, her eyes closed. I move my hands down further, and slide one hand across her slit. Even with the water running over her body, and can tell she's wet all on her own.
I move my other hand behind her, and palm her slick, pert ass, then slide one finger between her butt crack. "You ever had it here?" I ask her. Her eyes open. She looks nervous, but curious. "Well, we'll work up to that," I tell her.
I slide a second finger inside her ass and she gasps. I keep my other hand working on her clit to keep her nice and relaxed, and get her used to the sensation. She closes her eyes again, and lets the top of her back relax against me. She lets out a soft moan, and I speed up my fingers, circling her front and back. Her mouth drops open, and I can tell that she's struggling to stay standing as her knees threaten to buckle. She reaches up, and hooks her hands around the back of my neck, and I flick her clit mercilessly back and forth.
She comes with a cry against my hand. I don't want to let her come down for a second, so before she's even done shaking, I move her forward, pressing her front up against the glass of the shower stall. I take her hands and press them up against the glass next to her, then pull her hips up and back.
I take my cock and press it up against her slit. I feel the water beating down on my back as I guide my dick inside her tight pussy. She groans as she stands on her tiptoes to accept my length, then presses her hips back against me as I reach my depth inside her. I stay there for a moment, circling around inside her, admiring her tiny waist and full, pert ass. All mine, I think with a grunt of satisfaction as I pull out and drive hard back into her.
She spreads her fingers on the foggy glass door as I thrust in and out. "Ford, oh god…" she gasps, and I feel her muscles tighten around my cock.
"Fuck," I grunt, struggling to keep myself from coming. But she's already off to the races, her sweet pussy shaking around my dick, so I let myself release inside of her with a yell.
We stand there for a while, leaning against the wall, letting the water rain down on us. Finally, I pull out of her, then wordlessly, we begin to bathe each other. She giggles as I lather up her arms with soap, but grows quiet as I move across her breasts and then down her legs. As she returns the favor, moving her hands across my chest and then down my stomach, I grow hard again. I watch her see my erection and bite her lip.
"What are these from?" she asks, softly running a finger across the scars on my chest.
"Shrapnel," I tell her. I point to a larger scar on my arm. "And a bullet." She nods, but doesn't say anything else.
After we wash off the suds, we step out onto the bathmat, and I hand her the clean towel. We walk into the bedroom, drying off, and I see her keep glancing at me.
"What?" I ask her.
"You're still hard."
I shrug. "You're still naked. What can I say? I can't get enough of you."
"Really?" she asks, looking delighted.
"You're like a drug," I tell her, tossing my damp towel on the dresser. Her eyes widen as she looks me over, fully naked and erect. She slowly lowers her towel to the floor.
"You want me again?" she whispers.
"Fuck yes," I growl. She walks over to me, and I reach forward and slip one finger into her slit. "You're not too sore?"
"I'm sore. Not too sore," she tells me. "Lie down on the bed. On your back," she tells me.
I grin, and do what she says. With my head on the pillow, my feet reach all the way to the edge at the bottom. Beth climbs onto the bed, walking over to me on her knees. When she reaches my hips, she swings one leg over me, bringing her slit tantalizingly close to my cock. With a smile, she lowers herself onto me.
She watches my face with a look of fascination as she goes, as though she can't believe what she's doing to me. It's all I can do not to pin her down and take her as hard as I can.
"You're so big," she murmurs as she slides to the bottom of my cock. "I wasn't sure I'd be able to handle it," she says, raising herself back up. Her hand moves to her clit, and she begins to stroke herself. I lick my lips as I watch her.
"You look like you're doing just fine," I tell her. She slides back down, a little faster this time. "I wasn't sure you'd like it rough, like last night."
"I never have before, only with you," she tells me. "I want to try everything with you." She closes her eyes and arches her back, then begins to pump herself up and down on my cock.
I growl as I watch her, her body completely open to me, completely vulnerable, accepting my dick into her deepest parts. I sit up, and flip her onto her back, then pull out. She gasps, and I flip her over, then dive into her slit from behind as I pin down her arms.
"You're mine now," I grunt into her ear. "You're mine."
"Yes, yes, Ford, I'm yours," she replies. Her cries ring out through the room as I thrust inside her again and again. We come together, our bodies dripping with water, sweat, and pleasure.