For a moment, I’m full of conflict. Even after everything we’ve just shared, something inside me still holds back, one last particle of self-preservation. I hear Shawn pull down his zipper, and he moves between my legs, letting me feel his hard cock rubbing against my slick, aching pussy.
“Yes?” he asks, looking into my eyes. I know that if I tell him no, he will stop and leave me alone if that’s what I want.
In the dark, I can still see the green in his beautiful, big eyes. My body is singing across every single inch of my skin in response to his heat, a magical chemistry that only exists between the two of us. I know there is truth here, between us, and if I don’t give in to it, I risk my capacity for love and desire.
I have to trust him, not just with my head and my heart, but with my body and soul.
“Yes,” I answer, and his face breaks into a grin of pure joy.
I feel his hand between my legs as he guides his cock inside, and I throw my head back as every hard, throbbing inch of him slowly sinks into me. I have to grab his shoulders and dig my fingers into them, clinging to him as my body slowly opens for him.
Shawn wraps his arms around my waist as he slides all the way in, pressing forward with his hips as he braces his knees against the bed. He kisses me softly, the gentle caress of his lips and the feather-light brush of his tongue sending thrills of pleasure through me. The ripples echo through my body, and my deepest muscles respond, gripping his cock and making him gasp aloud.
The intensity builds, heat inside me slowly becoming a throbbing force that demands movement to be satisfied. We look into each other’s eyes as the feeling rises, and even though neither of us says the words, I can feel his love for me being answered by my own.
Senseless, to love someone so soon, but beyond all else, I feel I know this man. It’s as if we were fated to meet before I was even born.
Shawn kisses me urgently, and I can feel his pulse racing as he laces his fingers through mine and pins me against the bed. He thrusts into me in long, hard strokes, as deep as he can go, keeping his mouth on mine until the movement makes kissing impossible.
He holds my gaze for a second more before putting his head on my shoulder and letting go, his arms curling around my back and his hips slamming into me, pounding into me hard and fast. Sensations crash through my body, great waves of pleasure crashing through me, throbbing heat spreading from my coreas my body spasms and clenches around his cock, orgasm after orgasm exploding within me.
I’m clinging to him, gasping softly as my mind is demolished by the constant onslaught of escalating pleasure. When it all comes together in a massive peak, I hear a scream pouring from my mouth, and at exactly the same time, Shawn groans, clinging to me as his cock thickens inside me, the force of his orgasm leaving him limp on top of me, gasping for air.
Aftershocks of pleasure run across my skin, as if my blood is still glowing with the force of our shared orgasm and my nerves are replaying it on a constant loop. Shawn lays down beside me, wrapping his arms around me and hugging me against his chest.
“Together,” he whispers against my cheek. “Always.”
“Yes, my love,” I respond, stroking his cheek as we slip into sleep. In that moment, I know true safety.
Because this time, it’s a promise he’s sworn to keep.
Chapter 21 - Shawn
I wake with first light, the soft, pale glow of the early morning sun tinting the room with a suggestion of brilliance. Sara’s soft weight in my arms soothes me instantly, and I take a deep breath, savoring her sweet, delicate scent.
Finally, I have her trust. Now all I have to do is keep it.
I sit up a little so I can look down on her pretty face. Even in sleep, her pale cheeks are tinted with rose, and her lips look red and lush. Her long hair is scattered across the pillows like strands of honey and spun gold.
If you had told me a week ago that I’d find everything I ever needed in a forgotten little pack on a peak far from anything I’d ever called home, I would have laughed hard enough to raise the dead. Even when I agreed to come out here and try to lead these people, I never really imagined I’d be happy here.
I was seeking fulfillment, purpose, not happiness. I guess a man who’s seen as much action as I have always feels undeserving of contentment.
I know that my second chance at life is lying right here in my arms, and that the two of us can save this pack and all the people in it.
We can all thrive. We just have to take care of Jackson.
Just the thought of the old man makes me scowl. I sit up and distance myself a little from Sara, just in case my bad mood creeps into her dreams. I want her to rest for as long as she can, and I’m in no hurry to start the day.
The others and I will have to come up with a plan. Something to draw the old guy out, make him show himself.
I slip out of bed and head for the kitchen, putting on coffee while I think over our options.
It would be good to search his place and find out how much gear he’s hiding, but even that isn’t evidence. He could just say he was holding it for the pack and make up some bullshit story about how he got it.
After I’ve got the coffee going, I sneak back up the hallway and look in on Sara. She turns over in her sleep, pulling the sheet around herself as she murmurs in her dreams. Just watching her and knowing she is safe gives me peace, and my only regret in this moment is that I have to wait for her to wake up to see her beautiful eyes—and I don’t want to disturb her.
I go out to the courtyard to get some fruit and pick some flowers for her, gestures that she’s always seemed to like. As I head back to the kitchen, there is a low-level excitement gearing up inside me as I think forward to my future days with her, and discovering all the ways I can make her happy.
