I stare at her blankly, my brain comprehending so little of what she just said; she may well have been speaking in a foreign tongue. “You don’t know that.”
“I do,” she insists, softly but with certainty, reaching up to run her fingers along my jaw. “Because I have. But you… You need to forgive yourself.”
I laugh under my breath, but there is no humor in it. “You think it’s that simple?”
“It’s not simple,” she whispers. “But you deserve your own forgiveness. You didn’t do horrible things because you’re a monster. You did them because monsters hurt the people you love.”
“I don’t deserve you.” Tearing my face from her hands, I look away because I don’t deserve the tenderness in her eyes, either.
“Maybe.” Reese’s hands slide back up my neck until both of them are gently cupping my face and lightly pulling my gaze back to her. “Maybe you don’t. But what do you want?”
What I want…
I’ve spent ten years trying not to want what I do right now. Ten years of convincing myself that she was better off without me. A decade of believing that I wasn’t a manworth coming home to. What I want—what I’vealwayswanted—is her. But wanting her and deserving her are two different things.
“Reese…” My voice is as raw as my emotions. “What do you want?”
“You,” she states without a moment of hesitation or hint of fear. Just the plain, unbridled truth. “Because I love you.”
“Everything I did… It’s because I love you, baby.” My hands find her waist, drawing her in. She comes willingly, like she’s been waiting for this as long as I have. Her hands slide around my neck and into my hair, and when her mouth meets mine, it’s like being set on fire.And fuck, I just want to burn.
My arms snake around her, pulling her tighter, as her heart races against mine. The desert wind whips around us, tousling her hair against our kiss, as her fingers curl through my locks like she’s afraid I’ll disappear again if she lets go. She whimpers into my mouth, and it’s my undoing.
Kissing her deeply, my hands drag down her spine and over the swell of her ass, before gripping her thighs and lifting, wrapping her legs around my waist. I take two steps, wedging her firmly between me and the door of the Humvee. Her limbs tug tighter around me, and I grind my rapidly hardening cock against her. My lips travel from hers, over her jaw, and to her neck. “Daddy is never leaving you again,” I promise, peppering the words from her ear to her collarbone.
“Do you mean that?”
“Oh, baby… I’ve never meant anything more,” I whisper, trailing kisses over her chest.
Our lips crash together so urgently that our teeth clash. My tongue delves into her mouth, and I swallow her moans as we needily grind against one another. It’s messy and imperfect. Yet, it feels like the first honest and real thing we’ve done. When we finally pull apart, we’re both breathing hard and aching with need.
Holding the hem of her shirt, I lift it over her head as I let her fall back to the ground. She finds her footing as I kiss between her breasts and remove her bra. After dropping it to our feet, I suck her pert nipple into my mouth. She leans into my touch as I swirl my tongue around the tight, sensitive peak. After kissing down her stomach, I kneel before her. I take my time enjoying the saltiness of her skin as I unbutton and unzip her pants.
Reese shimmies her hips as I pull her pants and panties over them, my lips leaving kisses in the wake of her waistband. “We’re miles from anywhere,” I growl against her thighs as I unzip each of her boots. After pulling them both from her feet, I rid her of her pants. “No one can hear you scream out here.”
Chris presses his lips to the mound of my pussy and lifts my leg over his shoulder, parting me wide for him. He spreads me even wider with his fingers, licking his lips in anticipation and groaning at the sight of my arousal. He licks the length of my pussy, and a feral growl rattles from him. Repeating the motion, he drags his tongue from my entrance to clit before sucking the tight little bud into his mouth. Breathy mewls tremble from my lips, and my legs quiver as he licks, sucks, and teases between them mercilessly.
“Don’t stop, Daddy,” I plead, threading my fingers through his hair and quickly tightening my hold.
“Fuck,” he groans into my pussy as he feasts on me. “Ride Daddy’s tongue, baby.”
His hands dust up and down my legs as I swirl my hips against his mouth. Using my hold in his short hair, I steer him exactly where I need him. I use his mouth, grinding hard against his tongue until my thighs are tremblingaround his head. With one hand helping to keep me balanced over his shoulder, he uses the other to undo his pants. His cock springs free, and he growls into my pussy.
The vibrations do me in, and I come hard with cries of my pleasure wafting into the vast void of the desert. My hips writhe against his face, and I ride out my euphoria.
“I fucking love hearing you come for me.” Chris kisses the words up my body. My leg slides from his shoulder as he rises, coming to rest at his hip. Gripping my thigh, he lifts me with him, and I find my back pinned against the hot metal of the Humvee with his cock easing into me. “So wet and ready for me.”
He thrusts slowly, repeatedly inching inside under the heat of the hot desert sun. His hands and lips trail over my skin, setting my skin on fire. “Mmm, Daddy… You feel so good.”
“Do you like it when I take my time?” He works his hips, pressing a little deeper. “Feeling me slowly stretching your tight little pussy around my cock?”
“Yes,” I breathe, my back arching and nipples dragging along his chest.
“Are you sure?” He withdraws, then thrusts hard, and I take the entirety of him with a breathy grunt. A dark, pleased laugh rattles from him. “Because it sounds like you like it when I make you take me.”
“I do,” I admit, shameless, loving how he fills me almost to the brink.
He works his hips slowly, languidly thrusting every inch deep inside of me. “Tell Daddy how you want it.”
