Lying in the darkness with her soft breathing as she slept, trusting me to take care of her, I vowed that to myself. I might be insane after all the alone time up here or maybe I know what I want when I see it. I want her. I want to keep her. To get her pregnant and put a ring on her finger, binding her to me in every way I can.
Last night, we talked about everything but told each other nothing. I know she came here to clear her head after a breakup. I know when I get her settled, I am going to find the man who hurt her and breakhim. I also know that the land I built my cabin on, the place I call home, used to be part of her home.
The two of us meeting was not by chance. It was fate.
What I don’t know is her last name, her birthday, where she came from, or if she is allergic to anything. I need to know the latter because I need to get a doctor up here. Her bruises and road rash look garish in the morning light. And I made it all worse by taking advantage of her and going caveman on her.
I could not help myself. I woke up to her plump ass nestled against my hard cock and her calling my name. When her bare pussy soaked my sweats, giving away how hot and horny she was, I forgot everything but getting her off. I had to make her come and I had to come with her, had to claim her with my mark on her creamy skin or deep in her babymaker.
“What the fuck were you thinking?” I grumble to myself again, sliding from the bed to grab something to clean her up with.
Wetting a washcloth with cool water, I catch my reflection in the mirror. My dick jerks in my sweats when I see her marks all over me. Little crescents at my chest, my shoulder, and red marks from her biting at my neck and my jaw. Fuck that isso hot.What the hell has come over me with this woman?
Rushing back to her, I wipe off the mess I made on her face, even though it pains me to do it. Gently, I pull the thermal top from her, bunching it up to toss it into the hamper. When I set her head back down, my hand comes away wet with blood.
Panic makes my heart jackhammer in my chest. Gingerly I gather her up, carrying her back out to the couch where I can check her wounds again. I had medical training in the marines, but I need to get the Doc up here. Can’t take any risks with my babydoll. Now that I know she exists, I cannot stand the idea of something happening to her.
Quickly I make a few calls. First to the doc, the lone one we have here in Driftwood, asking him to come check on her. Thankfully he lives a mountain peak away, so he promised to be here quickly. I do call Mack and Keller, two of the guys from the logging landing, to alert them of the downed tree we will have to clear. I tell them there is no rush—no reason to give my babydoll a way to escape me if I can help it.
If I have my way, I am keeping her. I never make rash decisions or do something risky. With Sami, I will do whatever it takes to get what I want. To make her want what I do. I will spoil her, worship her, and give her anything she wants. Orgasms, babies, and a beautiful life here on the mountain. Anything she wants except leaving this mountain or leaving me.
Going back to her, I see her curled up, waiting for me to tend to her. My chest aches with a twinge that she put there. One that I know won’t go away now. I am tethered to her. I can think of nothing else but bedding her, breeding her, and binding her to me. I want nothing else but her and as I go to her, I am flooded with the need to make it the same for her.
“Wake up, babydoll,” I whisper softly as I lay her at my lap the way I did last night, turning her head so I can check her head, “wake up for me baby. I need to check that pretty head.”
Sami mumbles softly and curls up against me. I bend to kiss her temple, moving her hair out of my way. To my relief the jagged gash looks better despite the bleeding. Probably due to me savagely fucking her mouth.Jesus, Shep.For each fresh butterfly I put over the wound, I press a gentle kiss.
“Feels so nice. So soft,” her voice makes me smile as I press one last kiss beneath her ear, “you soft for me, pretty face?”
“Mmm, yes, babydoll. I am soft for you. Hard for you too,” I tease her, bringing her hand to cover my stiffness, “no more playtime for us. Not before the doc checks you over. I was too rough with you before.”
Pushing at my chest, she blinks up at me with those deep green eyes, shaking her head. She winces because it’s clear it hurts to do that, and so do I. I hate seeing her in pain. I brush a gentle touch over the fresh bandages I put over her side and across her ribcage. I took care of what I could, but it is not enough.
“Youwere nottoo rough. I never wanted things like that before. I don’t know why I want those things now, but I do. I trust you to be good to me. That is what you said, right? You said let me be good to you.”
“And I will, babydoll. To be good to you, I need to take care of you. You were hurt bad last night. I am calling the doc to check on you. No arguments,” I warn her, even though I know she could argue her way out of anything with me.
Sami smiles and nods once, sharp, curt, and adorable. She wants me to know she is letting me be in charge. I like that.I like her. I like those freckles on her nose and that mischievous sparkle in her green eyes. I want to see that smile of hers, part mirth and part admiration, on her face for the rest of my life.
“Sami,” I whisper softly as I brush my big hand over her soft cheek, “I want to kiss you. I want you to tell me that you want me to kiss you. Give me permission. I won’t take what I want from you without you asking me to take it,” I fan the words against her mouth, our noses touching, both of us panting to pull air into our lungs.
“Whatdo youwant from me Shepard?” she murmurs, her tongue dragging across her bottom lip before it darts out to taste my lips too.
“Everything. I want everything,” I rasp, my hand coming to cradle the back of her head, “I...babydoll, I want to breed you with my babies. I want your perfect little body soft and round with my littles. Want you to give me babies with your green eyes and my last name. I want everything I didn’t know I needed until I laid eyes on you,” I admit on a shaky whisper that could cost me theeverythingI am asking for.
Sami stares up at me with bright, clear eyes, as if considering what I am asking for. Time seems to slow down as we sit there tangled together. She has moved onto my lap again, her bare body wrapped around me. We pant together, our heartbeats matching as we press close to each other.
“And a kiss?” she breathes at last.
“Yeah, babydoll,” I husk, “and I want a kiss.”
Biting her lip, she tries to fight the grin that quirks her perfect pink mouth. She loses. “Kiss me, Shepard. Kiss me, please,” her voice pleading for me obliterates any semblance of hesitation I had left.
Cradling her head in my hand, I crush my mouth to hers. I tasted her pussy, and it was magic,but God, her mouth. Her hot tongue as it pushes greedily against mine. Her sweet sugary taste as I stroke at her lips, savoring each swipe of our battling tongues. It is the start of everything I want from her, I know it. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer, pleading for more of this powerful kiss.
“Shepard,” she moans my name sweetly as we break apart.
“Doc is coming, babydoll. I won’t take more, even if you ask me to, before he checks you out. Once he gives the all clear, you need to ask me to take what I want. I won’t before then.”