Flint

I PAW AT THE SHEETS, still half asleep, and the realization that she’s no longer in the bed beside me transitions from a vague piece of information into my conscious mind. In an instant, I’m bolt upright, my skin prickling and heart rate rising. I need her beside me. We fell asleep coupled together. Arms and legs tangled, her head on my chest.

It was powerful. More powerful than I could have imagined. Having her here in my home, tucked into me while we drifted off, exhausted from the rounds of fucking that had lasted hours, was the most perfect experience.

After we came together the first time, my cock wasn’t even close to finished. I spun her sweet ass around. Settled her in the center of the bed on all fours, had her clean off my dick with that amazing mouth. Then pushed her head into the bedding and mounted her from behind, my hand tangled in her hair. She was shaking and mewing when I carried her into the bathroom an hour later and started the shower.

When she saw all the shampoos and girly shit I’d bought for her in there, her expression stuck somewhere between awe and fear. Every brand she prefers was there. Then, when I took her into the closet and she saw that it was filled with clothes for her, she realized the depth of my obsession. It took a minute for her to understand what I’d told her was true. From the moment I saw her, she’s become my world.

She asked why I even had her pack when we left her house, and I told her I needed to see she would do it. That she wanted to come with me. And besides, if I had told her, “Hey, you’re coming to stay at my place, but don’t bring anything because I’ve been stalking and obsessing over you and have my house pretty much ready for you to move in...” Maybe we wouldn’t be here now. So, I’m pretty sure I played that right. She agreed.

Now, she’s not in the bed, and I didn’t realize until now just how much I need her here. I don’t ever want to sleep in this bed again without her. Not for a moment.

My feet hit the floor, and I’m out the bedroom door, naked, running my hands through my hair then down my face as I try to force the remaining sleep from my eyes. My girl isn’t next to me, and how wrong that feels is shocking even to me.

I hear a clink coming from the great room, but it’s in darkness, only dim light shining through from the kitchen. And then finally, when I head through, I see her.

She’s leaning on the counter, dressed in one of my flannel shirts and nothing else, and I love the sight of my clothes on her back. But her forehead is resting there with her hands on the back of her head. It is not the position of someone feeling all is right with the world, and my hackles rise. I know she has problems, and if she only knew how desperate I am to soothe it all out of her, she’d tell me everything right now. But I can’t force those things from her. I have to hope that she’ll tell me in her own time.

“Hey,” I announce as I round the corner of the island, and she startles, looking up and pushing a smile onto those perfect lips that ringed my cock just hours ago, giving me more pleasure than I thought possible.

“Hey. Um. I just got thirsty.”

I step behind her, turning her into me, hand on her cheeks as I inspect her eyes, waiting for a sign she’s ready to tell me her troubles. “There’s water on the nightstand.”

She twists her lips slightly and draws a deep breath. I want to ask her about the salon, and about the eviction, but how can I form that discussion in a way that won’t ruin everything we just shared? But problems can’t be ignored forever.

“I know... I just couldn’t sleep, that’s all. Woke up and was wide awake. I didn’t want to toss and turn and wake you.”

The pain on her face is clear, and I can’t do this any longer. Despite everything, I need her to tell me. I need her to know that I’m here, and she doesn’t have to worry about this alone. I’ve never been one to avoid issues. That’s just not my way. So I decide to take a gentle tack, give her space to tell me what’s going on, and then we can start to fix everything.

“When I was leaving your place yesterday...” I hesitate. What if she doesn’t know everything? Dropping Lucas’s name could cause more harm than good. “When I was leaving, your landlord was out front. He said you are behind on your rent. Which then makes me wonder if you’re having issues with the salon as well. One thing I want you to know right now is what I told you before. I want to know it all, Wren.” I tap a finger on her forehead. “If it’s going on in there, it’s something I want to know.”

“I don’t want you to worry. I mean, I have some baggage, and it’s not your problem.”

“Really?” I raise my eyebrows and run a hand down the back of her head, gripping the hair at the base of her neck for emphasis. “That doesn’t fly, Wren. Your problems are my problems. And listen, I fucking worry about you no matter what. I don’t know how to explain it. I’ve never felt that way about anyone. But from the moment I met you, I’ve worried. Are you eating? Are you safe? Do you have fucking gas in your car? So, I’m going to worry anyway. At least if you tell me what’s going on, I can help. Otherwise, it’s just wasted effort on my part, right?”

Another sigh escapes her lips as I use my hold on her hair to force her to nod in agreement to my question.

After a long moment, I lean down and press my lips to hers until I feel her body relax, then I stand back, let her hair go, and wait.

She shifts her shoulders back, then starts. “Okay. Yes, I’m behind on my rent, but the salon is good. Honestly, it’s just things got a little tight, but I’m good. I have the money to get everything caught up.”

I take a moment to admire her and make sure that’s all she has to say. I move my hand down to pull the front of my shirt open, exposing her breasts. The nipples harden, and I can’t help but move my hands to play with the dark pink circles. Her breath draws in, and her chest rises. I don’t see any hint of a lie, so okay. If she gets caught up on her rent, the Dillons won’t like it, but they won’t have much choice. No court is going to agree to evict a young woman from her home when her rent’s all up to date.

“Tuesday morning then, we are going to go get your rent situated. I’m too fucking greedy to take you Monday. I want us here enjoying each other for another couple days before we go back into the world. I’ve got all sorts of plans for you, Wren. For us. I do have some work to do Monday, but I don’t start back full time with Rickson’s until Tuesday.”

“I’m still so sorry about what happened. I was such a coward. I didn’t know you were actually convicted of that assault. I should have followed up, but I was selfish. I hate that I did that.”

“Hey, it wouldn’t have made any difference. They protect their own in this town. I’d rather have things happen the way they did than see anything happen to you. But—” I narrow my eyes “—we never did have that talk about your license being suspended. Did you take care of that?”

She squints at me, and I know the answer.

“Not good, Wren. That’s on the agenda for Tuesday as well. I’m here for you, I’m going to help you. But from now on, you have to promise me we will take care of problems when they come up. No putting off important shit. Got it?”

“I can take care of myself. I’ve been doing it for—”

I pinch her nipple, and she stalls on the words.

“I’m fucking serious. I know you can take care of yourself. You’re a big girl, but you haven’t taken care of a couple things. And I’m not sorry, but I will ride your ass when it comes to what is best for you. And helping you take care of shit and keep your life in order is part of my job now. Self-proclaimed responsibility, so don’t say another word. I see those wheels turning. Like I said, I’m going to fucking worry no matter what. So, let’s just say you’re doing me a favor by letting me in on anything and everything that’s going on. Otherwise, I’ll probably be making up worse shit to worry about not knowing.”

“Part of me wants to punch you in the nose.” She shakes her head. “And the other part has all these swoony, tingly feelings.”

“I would not suggest the punch in the nose. So, let’s go with the swoony stuff.”

She giggles, and I run my hands down her quivering belly, then back up to the warm weight of her breasts. The thought flashes through my mind of them hanging even heavier with milk. Her soft belly riper and round with our child. And those thoughts have my dick springing upward another inch, bouncing into her hip.

“Well, someone is saying hello.” Wren smiles, reaches her hand down to scoop under my balls, and a groan rumbles in my throat.

“You want that, do you? You’re not too sore?” I lower my hand to cup her sex, teasing at her wet opening with my middle finger to test her sensitivity.

Her eyelids flutter, and her lips fall open. The scent of our night of sex still lingers between us.

“It’s a good kind of sore.” She giggles. “Or, my animal desires are flooding me with endorphins, and the pain seems insignificant compared to this crazy need I have for you. It’s bizarre. This feeling.”

“Not bizarre.” I knead the soft, ripe flesh, watching her gray eyes sparkle as I shove my thigh between her legs, spreading her and feeling the heat from her cunt on my flesh. “It’s fucking magic, Wren. You and me...this thing. There’s no other way to describe it.”

She sucks in a shaky breath as I lower a hand to grab her ass and begin rocking her sex back and forth on my leg. My other hand pinches her nipple harder as I watch the heat rise on her cheeks.

The slick friction draws a moan from her as I lean in to take her lips. Sensations whirl inside me like a tsunami. Our mouths dance together, tongues winding, entangling, slick with need.

Her hips rock and shift on their own, taking her own pleasure, and it has my dick thumping to be inside her again. Her pussy is a thing of legend, and the honor of knowing I will be owning that cunt for the rest of my life has me thinking of things I’ve never dreamed.

Rings.

Forever.

White dresses and vows.

Fuck.

Conscious thought abandons me as her body takes flight. I pinch hard on one nipple, and she floods my leg with her juice. Her arms come up to clutch around my neck as her climax takes her. When she begins to come back down, I spin her around, lifting her and laying her back on the kitchen island counter.

I spread her legs in a rough motion, looking down to see the soaking sex splayed open for me.

“This isn’t going to be slow, Chirp. I need it hard. I need to take you right now.”

I bring the tip of my cock to her drenched opening, and in one thrust, without any warning, I drive myself solid and hard into her, listening to her gasping scream as her hands fly out, fumbling for a grip on whatever she can find.

“Ow...” Her choppy word doesn’t slow me. I rut into her like a boar. My jaw muscles ache as my teeth grind together, looking down at where our bodies are attached.

Her pink slit stretches obscenely to accommodate the thickness of my dick. Her body twists, her back arching upward as we slap together.

I dig my fingertips into her lush hips, pulling at her as her thighs shake, and I know she’s getting closer to her edge again. I feel the inside walls of her body tugging at me, the tightness like a vise, drawing the cum upward. As hard as I try, I’m not going to hold out much longer. She makes me cum faster than I’d like, but my dick is up and ready for more soon after. I’ve never cum so much in my fucking life as I have in the times I’ve been with Wren. My body is as insatiable for her as my mind and my heart.

I slide as deep as her body can take. Feeling her cervix against the swollen head of my erection, then holding myself there. Grinding my body into hers.

I let go of her hips for a moment to take each of her legs and position them on my shoulders, leaning in and practically folding the poor girl in half. But we’re so fucking close like this, so deep that I want to live inside her forever.

“Jesus, Chirp. You feel so fucking good.” I whimper as my eyes widen, trying to hold on to this moment.

“More. I’m right there, more.” Her words are a plea, and I answer by thrusting into her shaking body over and over until she turns to liquid beneath me.

She stills, her breath stalling, then explodes in groans and screams as I impale her on my cock.

My balls draw tight, my own climax ripping through me and flooding her hot cunt with everything I’ve got.

“I want it all. All of you.” My words come out in a passionate burst, my eyes locked on to hers as we come in tandem. Our bodies meld together, drawing more from the other with each wave of pleasure.

Her pussy milks everything from me as I lower her legs to hang off the edge of the counter. Bringing my forehead down to rest between her tits, I listen to her racing heartbeat.

When her soft hands come to the back of my head and begin to stroke my hair, more words tumble out of me into her soft flesh.

“I fucking love you, Wren.”

I’ve never said those words before, except maybe when I was a kid to my mom or dad. Not that I remember that far back. But right now, they are all I can think of. The only words that play on repeat inside my head. I want to say them over and over until she understands the depth of their meaning to me.

I.

Love.

You.

Wren.

The words match each thump in my chest. Our bodies are still connected as I bring my hands up to swoop under her back and pull her tight. Clutching her like I’m hanging on to a lifeline.

Time slows. A surreal aura fogs my mind until I hear her voice.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this. But, I love you too. I really do, Flint Rendell. I love you too.”

In that split second, for the first time in my life, feeling our combined pleasure drip down from where we are attached, I understand true joy.