I kiss my way down her neck, ripping her shirt open so I can suck at her tits. Her nipples are already hard and ready, the nerve endings alive. Her hands hold my face to her chest while her hips bounce upward, seeking pressure to ease her ache.
I move lower, kissing the curve of her belly, dragging her jeans down until her bare body is entirely exposed. I rise up on my knees and look at her naked body lying in the hay. “You don’t look like much of a socialite right now.” Her body’s flushed and pink, nipples rosy, her cunt rosier.
“You’ve never looked like you belong in high society,” she admits. “And if you walked into a party with that monster—”
“I’d scare the hell out of people?” I say as I pull my shirt over my head.
“I was going to say cause a riot.”
“I’d expect you to save me,” I say with a grin. I toss my shirt to the side and pull out my cock. The hay is scratchy, and Birdie’s got soft, pretty skin. I snag a blanket down and fall back onto it. “Climb on, baby, and start your rescue effort.”
She throws a leg over one hip and lowers herself down my shaft. My hands come up to rub her tits. Her ass hits my thighs as she begins to move, way too slowly, on my dick. I lick my thumb and rub it against her engorged clit. I circle her waist with my free hand.
“Like I showed you. Ride.” My thumb works in circles.
“Oh,” she gasps out. Her hands slam on to my chest; her nails dig into my skin.
I welcome the pain. I keep working her clit while she slides up and down my pole. Her sopping wet cunt makes juicy noises as she works her cunt all over my long, hard cock. The sensations are making me dizzy.
“You’re a natural,” I gasp. “Real good motion. Like you were born for the saddle.” More like she was born to ride me. She’s a beautiful sight. Her tits are bouncing and waving as she slams down on my cock. I raise up to meet her, driving my hard-on deeper inside of her until she throws her head back and lets out a real Texas shout.
I grab her hips and thrust upward, hard and fast, until I can feel her juice gush out of her. I shoot my seed into her body, telling my boys to swim upward. We can make a baby today. A future for our family. I will defy this curse. I will turn this world upside down so that we can be together.
“I’m not letting you go, Birdie. Not in two months, not ever.”
Desire and love and want and need swirl together, creating a vortex that sweeps us both up. There are things in life you can’t control. The sun rises and sets on its own. Rain falls. Droughts come. Each time there’s a setback, you need to get back on your feet and move forward. If the headwind is strong, the progress is tough, but you do not stop moving forward.
That’s how it’s going to be with Birdie. I’ll paint all the black in this world with as much color as I can find because there’s no way I’m letting her go. I pull her down so that I can devour her mouth again. “I’m not done,” I tell her.
She bares her teeth. “Me either.”
Fucking hell. I love this girl, and I will not ever give her up.
Chapter Sixteen
Birdie
“This is brilliant.” Frederick claps when the models come out and walk down the runway. Tonight’s the big night. I had no idea the buzz I would get putting on a show here, but anyone and everyone wanted a ticket. We had to cap the amount of people to keep it manageable.
I guess the Justices don’t throw parties here often. I’ve learned that they are pretty private people. I’m sure that was a big draw for people to come out tonight. It was a rare opportunity for them to get a peek inside this place. The only thing that matters to me is that they are here. I don’t care what the reason is. I was worried it would be hard to get people to come. I underestimated how many rich people own helicopters.
“You think?”
“Talk about getting a bang for your buck,” he teases me.
“It wasn’t about saving the money.” I roll my eyes at him.
Not that I needed to try to save money. Anytime I try to cover the cost of something, Calder is beating me to it. At first I tried arguing with him that I wanted to pay for things, but I quickly gave up when it kept ending the same way every time, with him getting his way.
I could still afford some things; I’m not flat broke. Not yet at least. This show was supposed to wipe out the rest of my trust. But with Calder covering most of the expenses, it gives me a bit of breathing room, thankfully. The truth is, I don’t want the money Earl left for me to have. If anything I more want to know why he’d set all this in motion.