Smiling as she rambles on in that cute eastern lilt of hers, I turn back to tell her that I like Sami. I freeze. There she stands in my thermal top, her body glowing in the firelight. I can see her bare ass and if shewaswearing panties, she isn’t now. As she leans towards the fire, I can see the pink petals between her legs, and I almost come in my pants.
Sami turns to face me, and I flush as if have been caught with my dick in my hand. I mean, close enough. I turn away and cough, clearing the filthy words that are choking me. I want to bend her back over and fist all that dark hair in my hands while I pound into her. I want to sink my teeth into her pale skin, see the marks I leave behind. Fill her up with my cum until it drips down those silky thighs and I know she is so full shemust bepregnant.
Going back to the couch, discreetly pushing my hard cock down in my sweats, I sit back down. Shifting towards me, she stands by the fire, lit up by the flickering flames like a goddamn angel. I think then she must be. She is my angel. My sexy, soaked, and sinful little angel sent to me to give me babies and become my wife.
“Come here, babydoll,” I call to her, letting her come to me when she is ready, “let me get a look at that head.”
I don’t miss the way her eyes flash down, down, to where it is impossible to hide my hard on. She wets her lips and her green eyes sparkle in the firelight. Slowly, she crosses the distance between us and sits on the couch beside me. Pulling the soft plaid blanket back over her lap, I can see her skin pinking in the darkness. She knows I am turned on. And thatsheis the reason I am turned on.
“Do you have a hair tie? Or a clip or something?” I ask her as she leans heavily against my side. I love the weight of her.
“Uh...yes. Yeah, somewhere,” she mutters, her eyes looking frantic for a moment. Then they swing to me, and I see she is frustrated and a little confused. Reaching out cautiously, I grab her wrist. Slowly, I slide the little pink band there off her wrist, showing it to her. Her rewarding smile makes my heart flip inside my chest.
Without me asking her, she lies down on my lap, head at my thigh. Just shy of the rod punching at my zipper. Gently, I pull her thick, damp hair up and away from her neck. I secure it with the tie, moving it out of my way. I need to see her wounds and should turn on the lights. But I need to be with her in the dark like this. Right now, she looks at me like she likes what she sees.
In the light, she might not like it so much.
“My gran owns most of this mountain,” she says as I clean up the blood from her neck and shoulders. “I was surprised to see another cabin this far up. Gran’s place is another mile or so up. I was going there to spend some time alone. I need to look back at my life. See where I went wrong. To keep from doing it all over again. Oh, that feels so nice, Shepard. I like your hands. God, you smellso good. Like...like home.”
Her mumbles trail off as I push her hair out of the way and see a long, jagged gash from the left side of her neck, going past her ear. I clean it up and butterfly it as best I can with what I have. Unable to help myself, I bend to kiss her temple, breathing in her sweet mint and fresh rain scent.
“Tired. Don’t let me sleep. I want to wake up tomorrow, Shepard. Will you hold me? We are strangers so if that is too weird,” she trails off with the sweetest laugh as I scoop her up gently against my chest, holding her close as I check for more injuries.
“I won’t let you sleep, doll,” I promise her, wincing at the road rash that spreads down her back and across her ribs. I know I am touching her when I swore I wouldn’t, but right now I am just tending to her. My dick doesn’t get that memo, but he doesn’t matter right now.
“Tell me about Biscuit. Tell me about you,” she pleads as I wash her wounds with gentle hands.
And so, I spend the rest of the night with the most beautiful, precious woman in my arms as I talk myself hoarse. I watch her face as I cradle her close, keeping her awake as long as I can. I do tell her about Biscuit, how I found him, and how I built that house for him. I tell her I couldn’t give him up and that I am glad he was so quick to find her for me tonight.
I let her go long enough to fetch some hot tea and make her a cup of chicken broth. Sami laughs when I feed her slowly, making her talk about her summers here and why she wanted to come back now. Summer is almost over but she says she will be here for as long as it takes. Neither of us mention her confused muttering about not wanting to marry some other man. I don’t want to hear about her almost giving herself to someone else.
“How is your head doing, babydoll?” I ask after she finishes her soup and snuggles against me like a content kitten.
“Babydoll. Do I look like a doll to you, Shepard?”
Gazing down at her as I pull her closer, I nod. “Yeah. You look like a beautiful little doll. Pretty. Perfect,” I rasp, brushing her hair away from her face. I trace her brows, her tiny nose, those puffy pink lips, and she sighs, smiling against my fingers.
Knowing I am close to misbehaving, I clean up her dinner and take a minute. In the kitchen, I tell myself to be better. To rein in this raging need for her. I cannot scare her away. I cannot take advantage of her. When I come back to her, she is sleeping, curled up with Biscuit.
Lifting her gently, I carry her up the stairs to my bedroom. Sliding in with her carefully, I sit back against the bed and hold her. I hold her until the sun starts to peek over the mountainside.
I wake her now and again, asking questions to test her. Sami answers, giggles, then snuggles back into me. Pressing closer and closer until I can’t tell where she stops and I start. When I can’t keep my eyes open any longer, and I am certain she is stable despite the concussion, I snuggle into her and let myself fall asleep.
I hope when I wake up, she is still in my arms. We need to talk about whoshe doeswant to marry—and if she wants to give me two babies or four.
Chapter Four
Sami
My head aches but my heart feels solid for the first time in ages.
Lifting my head, I am hit with a wave of nausea and dizziness. I lift to blink at the unfamiliar room I find myself in. The warm, fluffy bed I am spread out on. The thick, solid man I am wrapped up in. I inhale deep that sweet pine scent of his and last night comes back like snapshots.
Crashing in the rain. Thinking I might die right there when all I wanted was some peace at my favorite spot. Feeling his warmth and hearing his sweet, southern lilt telling me he was there. That he would take care of me. Then spending a night in his arms where he did all he said he would. He fed me, clothed me, and tended to me like I was the most precious thing in the world.
Shepard stayed up to watch me while I battled the worst stages of the concussion. He was there every single moment. Every time my eyes fluttered, he would tell me another story or make me laugh. It hurt to laugh but he would hold me tighter and brush his lips over my forehead. My cheeks. My nose. I think he even almost kissed me once, telling me to please stay awake for him a little longer.
Heat pools between my legs as I remember his eyes on me last night. I pulled his thick, soft thermal top on, going bare beneath it for a reason. I wanted him to look at me with hunger in his eyes.Why did I want him hungry for me?Oh right. Because even in my condition, I wascravinghim. That hot, honeyed voice, that crooked smile, those stormy gray eyes that looked at me like I had saved him—when really, he had saved me.