My nipples are so tight they’re ready to burst as they begin to tingle, the sensation growing from my pelvis and spreading throughout my entire body. A release larger than ever before escapes, making me scream out, gripping onto Tanner’s back like he’s my lifeline, well aware that I’ve drawn blood and not at all sorry.
As I pulse around him, his thrusts become erratic until he, too, finds his release. He roars it out, pushing so deep inside me I could come again, before his muscles relax and he holds me against his chest. His dick stays inside me and we just stay here for I don’t know how long…our hearts beating erratically and our hot, sweaty bodies breathing in tandem.
When I open my eyes, I’m not sure whether to laugh or cry at what I’m seeing.
“Erm, Tanner, what happened to my doors?” The office door is on the floor, the hinges bent and broken, and the front entrance is the same.
“They were locked.” He shrugs. I feel the movement but I can’t see his face from where he’s still holding me against his chest.
“I think I need to cancel my afternoon appointments.” I’m willing to admit that I’m not ready to be here. The broken doors kinda hammered that thought home, although a subtler push toward the right decision would have been easier to deal with.
Now I have two unsecured properties because the front door to my home currently has a broken latch.
“I’ll deal with it.”
A part of me wants to cuss him out or argue with him, but post-orgasmic bliss is making me feel less bitchy than usual, so I’ll let him have that.
“I think we should get dressed before someone decides to walk on by…” I give him a final squeeze then pull away. Reluctantly. Because while I’m not afraid of being caught, I could do without the town gossip mill turning in my direction.
Looking down, I notice blood between us. There’s a brief moment where I imagine I must have badly hurt him, because I don’t feel any pain, but then a cramp in my gut tells me exactly where the blood came from.
“Oh, shit. Sorry.” I glance up at him through my lashes, trying to appear as apologetic as possible, but something about this is just too funny.
He huffs and shakes his head, the barest hints of a smile accentuating his strong jawline. I figured he’d be horrified and disgusted. Instead, I only see his heaving breathing and dilated pupils.
Hunger.
“Looks like a pretty decent start to me. Blood and all.”
Chapter Eleven
Tanner
Age 8
August is my favorite month of the year. School is still out, which means I can spend all my time with Berkleigh. My cousins down south start next week. Serves them right because they’re idiots.
Mostly, I love August because it’s Sweet Bee’s birthday, and every year, I teach her something new. I’m older by a few months so it’s my job to make sure she’s all caught up with knowing all the things.
Well, not everything. Some things I hope she never learns.
“Where are we going, Tanner? I can’t see! What if I break an ankle or something?” Silly Berkleigh. I’d never let that happen because if she’s hurt then I’ll be bored out of my mind. And when I’m bored, I get into big trouble, which means more bruises I have to hide from her.
“Don’t worry about it, just follow my lead. I’ll catch you if you start falling.”
“Promise?”
“Of course, I promise. Now quit whining and keep walking.”
It takes forever to get to our favorite spot on the river. It’s where we spend all of our time during the summers. Here, no one bugs us or tells us what to do, not even my parents.
“Okay, stop. Now listen before you take the bandana off.” She’s always so stubborn and impatient.
“You’re bossy.”
“Yes. Now, listen to me. I got you a birthday present.” I press my hands to my ears when she starts squealing. I can’t help the butterflies in my stomach when I know she’s happy, but if I tell her I’m happy that she’s happy, I’ll never hear the end of it. “Will you stop with that?”
“Okay, sorry. What is it? Is it a pony? Oh my goodness, is that why we’re in the grass? IS IT A PONY?” She’s screaming and I’m freaking out a little. Nothing can be better than a pony. She’s going to be so disappointed.
