“Do that again.”
“I’m going to. I’m going to do it again and again. I’m not going to stop until I fill your ass with my cum. I want to mark you. I want everyone to know we belong to each other. I don’t want there to be any more questions.”
“I’ll tell my family. I’ll tell anyone you want me to tell that you’re mine, that you’re moving in with me, that I love you.”
“Damn right you will.”
Eric shifted position just slightly. When he pulled back and drove in again, his cock brushed over that spot inside me that made my whole body light up.
“Like that?”
“Yes. More. Please, I… So close.” I wasn’t going to be able to hold back if he did that again. I was going to come, and it might be the best fucking thing I’d ever felt.
“Not yet. I need this to last. I need more.”
He began to fuck me with a steady rhythm as he squeezed the base of my cock, forcing my orgasm to wait. I squirmed and tugged at the cuffs. I was mindless with need. His strokes became harder, rougher, then he let go of my cock. Seconds later, I came so hard I literally saw stars.
When my mind cleared enough for me to focus on Eric, he was smiling down at me. “My turn.”
He started moving again, and it felt amazing. My cock jerked with one last pulse. I wished I could come again, but I didn’t think Eric would last that long. He fucked me hard, gripping my hips, driving into me, and then with a cry, he came, flooding my ass. The warmth felt incredible. I longed to feel his spunk drip from me the way mine had from him.
He hung over me, panting, and I wished I wasn’t still restrained. I wanted to wrap my arms around him and pull him down to me.
“I need to hold you,” I said, not the least bit embarrassed to need comfort as much as I’d needed his dick.
“Hang on. I’ll take the cuffs off.”
I gasped when he pulled his cock from my body. “Wow, that’s… Wow.”
“Yeah, even better than I imagined.” He looked half-dazed as he grabbed the key from the nightstand and undid the cuffs. He rubbed my wrists, then kissed each one before lying down beside me and pulling me against him.
We lay there for a while, not talking, but it felt just right. We only needed to be in each other’s presence. Eventually, though, worries began to nag at me. I had to know if Eric was going to stay.
But before I could ask, he said, “Um… what you said when we were here before… does that still…”
“Do you think after all that I’m going to send you away? Fuck no. I don’t ever want you to leave. I might never let you. I might cuff you to this bed and keep you here forever.”
Eric laughed. “As potentially hot as that would be, we might need to stay at my house for a few days. It’s going to take me a little while to extricate myself from my position and figure out my future. Right now, all I know is that it includes you.”
A future with me. He really wanted that. “What would you want your future to look like if you could have anything you wanted?”
“I want you. I want to help you fix this house up, but I also want you to keep your cabin where you can go if you need some time on your own.”
How did this man understand me so well? “Done. What do you want to do if you’re not going to be in law enforcement?”
“I want to find another way to help people.”
“What about people like me, veterans who’ve been fucked over by the military one way or another? You… you seem to know how to handle me when the world starts to close in. I think you could help other people like that too.”
“Really? I mean, that would certainly be the kind of thing I’d like to do.”
“My family gives a lot of money to New Life for Vets, which helps veterans with counseling, education, and finding jobs. I’m sure Remington has connections on their board of directors. We could talk to him tomorrow about helping you find a position with them.”
“Wouldn’t I need to go into New Orleans for that?”
“You didn’t think you were going to find a job out here in the bayou, did you? Unless you want to work at the country store or start hunting and selling what you kill.”
“I’m fairly certain that country store is a front for something.”
“You’d be right about that, but it doesn’t mean you can’t work there.”
Eric shook his head. “I don’t think that’s for me. I didn’t think I was going to find a job in the bayou, but I don’t want to be gone from you too much.”