“Then take me. You told me to ask. Here I am asking. I am hurting, baby,” I moan, feeling my orgasm burning me up from the inside out, “not from the accident. From wanting you inside me,” I cry, falling against him as his hand drifts lower, rough fingers rubbing at my clit to push me over the edge I was teetering on.
“That’s it, babydoll. That’s it, let go. Come for me like a good girl. That’s my girl.My woman, do you hear me, Sami? You understand?”
Lying panting against his chest as he slides his hands up my sides, I nod. I do know what he means. And it is insane and impossible but that does not change the truth. He told me he wanted everything from me. Until yesterday I had a plan for who I would be giving everything to.
Now as I gaze down at this Boo Radley beautiful lumberjack, I know my plans were wrong.
Becauseheis who I will give everything to.
Chapter Seven
Shepard
Days after the future mother of my children comes roaring into my life, I wish she had crashed into my life sooner.
Rain pours down for four days, washing away the roadway. There’s no chance of moving the downed tree, but I wouldn’t take the time to do it if we did. Mack and Keller offer to send a crew once the flooding passes. I assure them there is no rush. I want to stay right where I am.
Being rained out means a lot of quality time with Sami. We cuddle in bed talking and laughing about nothing at all. I never laughed much before her but now it comes so easily. I love hearing her laugh and she is so witty and carefree that of course it comes easy.
Both of us had similar betrayals in our past but we are both better for it. It got us both here. Hell, I was miserable for a long time because of it. Because it made me doubt my worth, I suppose. Made me doubt who I thought I would wind up being. Now that I have found Sami, I know who I am meant to be.
I am meant to be hers—her husband, the father of her children, her caretaker, her protector.
“Careful there, babydoll,” I warn her, laughing as I snatch her back against me before she falls.
Sami giggles and tangles her arms with mine wrapped around her waist. My woman is a bit on the clumsy side it seems. Fallingupthe stairs, tripping over Biscuit—he has not let her forget that—oh and crashing her fancy bike. It just makes her more adorable to me. Gives me another reason to look after her.
“Sorry sweetheart,” she sounds anything but sorry, “I am a handful for you, ain’t I?”
Pressing my face against her neck, I let a hand drift up to her breast. Her nipple rubs stiff against my palm as I plump her tit playfully and she gives a little moan. Her little tank top and tiny shorts have kept me turned on all morning, I can’t help myself.
“More than a handful, babydoll,” I tease, kissing her creamy skin as I set her back on her feet.
Bright sunshine and blue skies light up our first foray out of the cabin in days. We decided to wander through the woods and I wanted to show her some of my favorite spots. Because she grew up spending summers up here, she knows her way through the area.
How the hell my clumsy girl survived out here is beyond me.
“You taking me out to the woods to do dirty things to me pretty face?” she teases as she twists in my arms, looping hers up around my neck as she lifts on her toes.
Groaning, I grab a handful of her plump backside, lifting her against me. My pretty little babydoll is a little cock tease. Her favorite thing to do is push me as far as she can before I break. It is the hottest and hardest thing ever. I am fast reaching my breaking point and she knows it.
“Do you want me to do dirty things to you, babydoll?” I hum against her mouth before I lick her sweet lips and savor her sexy moan.
“I do,” she whispers back, rubbing against me with those sinful curves of hers, “I want all the dirty things, baby,” her raspy voice calling me her baby makes me so hard I swear I could push inside her through my shorts and hers with no effort.
“I am going to give you everything,” I promise as I slip a hand beneath her shirt, walking beneath a tree to pin her to it, “once I know it won’t hurt you,” I repeat the same warning I have for the past few days even as I pull at her lacy bra to fill my hand with her soft tit.
While I have made her come so many times I lost count, I refuse to take her yet. No matter how many times she has asked me to. Her injuries need time to heal. And I need time to make sure she knows what me taking her means.
Once I take her, she is mine for keeps.
“Shepard, please,” she starts to pant as I pluck at her nipple and kiss her deeper, “I don’t hurt now. I trust you to be good to me, just like you promised. You said I had to ask. I am asking, please,” she throws her head back as I bend my head and suck her nipple through her thin tank top, scraping my teeth against the cotton.
Pulling back, I start to weaken to those pleas. For the past few days, that same plea has come from her. Take her. Have her.Claim her.Breed her. And I want to. God, I want to. And I will, but the very idea of taking advantage of her in this state—a recent break-up, her accident, and her healing from both—makes me pause. Ihave tobe sure she knows there will be no going back, no leaving this mountain or me ever again.
Denying us what we both want feels like torture.
“Babydoll, I want....” I trail off as I hear footsteps close by.