I cry out, my climax ripping through me, and he thunders into me, following my lead.
Then he collapses back into the chair, his arm wrapping around my waist. He presses his face into the crook of my neck, and strokes his hand down to my ass, and then scoops around to stroke my swollen pussy where I’m still stuffed full of his cock. “Mine,” he growls. “Don’t doubt that for a second. I’m going to keep you naked until we leave. Naked and dripping with my seed, because I’m going to keep breeding you until it takes.”
I giggle.
He slaps my ass. “I’m serious. And this wasn’t—” He huffs a laugh. “Goddamnit, Abby, I had something sweet to show you.”
I kiss his mouth. “This was sweet. Our brand of sweet.”
“Mmm.” He gives me a slow kiss back, all tongue and lips, lingering for ages.
And then he lifts me off his lap, not caring that a mess is dripping out of me. With a wolfish gaze, he tugs my panties back into place and mutters something about dirty girls getting bred, which makes me want to actually be naked for the rest of the day, just to see what would happen.
But when he stands up, his whole demeanor shifts. Goes serious, and he takes my hand. “I have something to show you.”
CHAPTER18
JUSTIN
I lead her to the shed on the far side of the cabin where I keep my tools.
“After you fell asleep last night, I got an idea. I came out here and built something. Started to, anyway. It’s kind of rough. And I know it may not…” I swallow around the lump in my throat, and open the shed door.
Standing in the shaft of early morning light that illuminates the space is the start of a baby’s cradle.
“What…” Her breath catches and she moves ahead of me, touching the rails with reverence. “How did you…?”
“I have some skills.”
“You have a lot of skills, but this is…” She whistles. Then she bursts into happy, laughing tears.
I pull her close and kiss her head. “Hey, now.”
“It’s very sweet.”
“I figure the little person will need a safe place to nap in when we come back.”
She nods vigorously. “It’s perfect.”
“I need to work on it a bit more, but it’s a good start.” I take a deep breath. “It was time for me to make something new.”
I mean it on more than one level. My life has changed forever this week.Weare going to make something new, together.
After she’s had a happy cry against my t-shirt, she looks around at the little workshop. “What else are you working on here?”
I show her a spice rack I’ve never installed in the kitchen, and then I tap the old trunk from my parents’ garage. “This is my next project. We lost the key to the lock, so I’m going to try to take it apart at the hinges.”
Her eyes light up. “Did you try picking it?”
“We’re not all criminals,” I rumble, but I like the look on her face. “Do you want to have a try?”
Her cheeks turn pink. “I’ll be right back.”
When she returns, she’s carrying a small makeup bag from her backpack. I recognize it from when I did a quick search that first day, while she was in the shower.
Regret lances through me for invading her private belongings, not that I found anything.
But apparently she’s more clever than I gave her credit for, because inside the makeup bag is a powder brush…which has a screw-off end.