Chapter 24
Laird
I woke up groggy and disoriented even though I was home. I knew I was in the cabin, but I felt uncomfortable. The fucking cast made it hard to move, and the darkness was too much. The clock on my nightstand read midnight.
When I turned my head to the other side, Fiona was next to me, fast asleep. She wore one of my T-shirts and not much else. I smiled. The darkness that had seemed threatening before became a cocoon, and we were wrapped together. I was so happy she was here with me. My heart leaped out of my chest. I was the luckiest man in the world.
My leg throbbed like a bitch, but I ignored it. What did the pain matter when I had Fiona with me? When I knew who she was and I wanted her by my side, always.
“Hey,” I whispered, running my fingertips down her cheek. I wanted her eyes open and smiling at me. I wanted to make up for the past week, for everything we’d missed. I felt like because I had forgotten a whole year – even if it was only for a moment – we had so much more to make up for. It felt like it had been a lifetime since I had been with Fiona, not only a few days.
“Hey, wake up,” I said again. Fiona opened her eyes. She looked at me sleepily, and in the darkness, she was as beautiful as in the light. I put my hand on her cheek, stroked her hair.
“Is everything okay?” she asked. “How are you feeling?”
“Everything is fine. You’re here.”
She smiled, and I shifted closer to her and kissed her. She tasted like she always did, her lips as soft and perfect as I remembered, and I cherished those memories more than I ever had before. I kissed her and held her and relished in her closeness.
She ran her hands over my back, around my side, touching my body. I wasn’t wearing a shirt, and her hands were soft and delicate. My body responded to her touch, my cock hardening in my boxers, and when she put her hand on it, I gasped. I wanted her. I needed her.
I pushed my hands under her shirt and found she was wearing nothing else. Her breasts were soft, her nipples hardening under my palms when I massaged them, and I rolled toward her, keeping my cast back so it didn’t get in the way. We lay on our sides, pressed against each other, and I ground my hard dick against her. She pulled my boxers down, freeing my erection and slid her hands up and down the shaft.
I groaned. Fiona knew exactly how to touch me to make me melt in her hands. She was my weakness, and I couldn’t resist her even if I wanted to. I tugged the shirt up that she was wearing, pulling it over her head, and she was naked. I tried to tug my own boxers down, but they got stuck on my cast.
“Dammit,” I swore.
Fiona giggled and sat up. “Let me,” she said. She pulled the boxers over my cast, undressing me, and even though I hated feeling so helpless, it was sexy that she was taking my clothes off.
When I was naked too, she moved up my body, planting kisses on my legs as she went along. When she reached my hard dick, she sucked me into her mouth without warning. I gasped, surprised. She sucked me, bobbing her head up and down, and the feeling was incredible. My balls tightened, and I thought I was going to release in her mouth.
“Enough,” I gasped, pulling back and stopping her with my hands in her hair. “Enough or I won’t last.”
Fiona looked up at me with a wicked grin. She moved along further up my body and pressed her breasts against my chest. She threw her leg over mine and ground herself against me so I felt her pussy against my upper thigh. I put my hand on her breast and kneaded it, kissing her. I slid my hand down her body and found her dripping wet.
“You’re so wet,” I whispered.
“It’s all for you,” she said and kissed me.
I pushed my hand between her legs and fingered her, flicking her clit, making her squirm and moan. I worked her up into a frenzy, and I loved how she shuddered and cried out as I brought her closer and closer to orgasm. I pushed my fingers into her, and she cried out as I pumped my fingers in and out of her. She orgasmed, crying out my name, and I kissed her, taking her cries into my mouth.
She gasped and panted. I moved between her open legs, her body still trembling. By some miracle, I kept my cast out of the way and I pressed my dick into her. She moaned when I did and being inside of her was amazing. I had missed this the most. I bucked my hips, sliding in and out of her. I fucked her harder and harder. I pumped my cock into her, but I was still weaker than I usually was and tired quickly. I paused, breathing hard, my hands on either side of her head.
“Are you okay?” Fiona asked.
“I’m getting out of breath,” I admitted.
She touched my face. “Nothing wrong with that. Lie down, let me.”
I did as she asked. I pulled out of her, and I wondered at how I could feel like so much of a man after confessing that I was weak. I would never have admitted to something like this with anyone else. But Fiona wasn’t just anyone, and with her, I felt like I could be myself.
And if part of that was not being strong all the time, she could fill that gap and be strong for me when I needed it. The way I would be strong for her when she needed it. That was what a relationship was all about.
I stopped thinking when Fiona climbed on top of me. I could figure out the definition of love and relationships, later. Right now, a goddess was poised above me.
Fiona straddled me and sat up. Her breasts were perfection. I reached up and massaged them as she lowered herself onto my dick.
We gasped at the same time when she sat down on me. Fiona was tight. She took only a second to recover before she started moving her hips back and forth. She fucked me, sliding my dick in and out of her while I had my hands on her hips, helping her, holding on for the ride of my life. Having her tower over me was like a dream. A wet and wild sexual fantasy kind of dream.
It didn’t take long before Fiona orgasmed, and I loved the face she made when she did, her mouth opening in an “O” and her eyes squeezing shut, her whole body contracting so that she curled over me. When her body clamped down on my cock, I groaned. I wanted a release. I needed it.
As if Fiona knew it, she fucked me harder. She rode me, bucking her hips, her knees on either side of my hips, and she pulled my orgasm closer and closer to the edge. She moaned and panted and groaned, and I had my hands on her hips, feeling her fuck me.
I couldn’t hold back. I would have loved for her to orgasm a few more times, but I couldn’t help myself, and I exploded inside of her. I pumped into her, emptying myself out.
Fiona orgasmed a second time, and her body pulsated, milking me. My orgasm seemed to last forever, and she was right there with me, curled forward, her face so close to mine I could feel her gasping against my mouth. I grabbed her head and kissed her hard while we were caught in the orgasm together, two beings connected until we were one.
When it was over, Fiona slid off me and collapsed on the bed. It had been intense, and it had been fantastic. I hadn’t only been fucking, it had been making love.
“You’re amazing,” I said to her, rolling onto my side. I was aware of the cast again. I had forgotten about it while we had had sex. Now, I was irritated with it.
“I love you,” she said and moved so that she was on my chest. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and held her to me, dropping a kiss on her hair. This was what I wanted. As long as Fiona was in my arms, everything would work out. I wouldn’t have a care.
“I love you, too,” I said. I knew that it was true. I loved her more than I had ever thought I could love someone. It wasn’t about the length of time we had known each other. Jackson had thought we were moving too fast, but if he knew what this love felt like, he would have told me to run with it.
Which was what I was going to do, no matter what.