“Yeah, let’s go check. I’ll grab the flashlight. You need a coat.”
She jumps up, her buoyant tits bouncing, her shirt lifting just slightly to show her soft midriff. I expect her to run to the coat rack and grab her jacket. Instead, she runs toward me and jumps against my chest the second I stand.
Damn I love this playfulness. This fun, bright energy that lights me up and swells my fucking cock so hard.
“Thank you for today! I had the best time.” There’s a grin wide and gorgeous on her face as she talks. “Tomorrow, I’m thinking we should do something you love. Like,” she twists her lips to the side as she thinks, “fishing. When was the last time you were out at the lake? It’s supposed to be super sunny tomorrow. We could get up bright and early, see what jumps on the hook.”
“I might get on my knee right now and lock this down if you keep that up.” I lift her into my arms, gripping her ass as she wraps her legs around my waist. “How the hell are you so upbeat tonight? I figured you’d be scared as hell after that guy came out here. That, or scared about what Benny’s gonna do when he gets back.”
She narrows her brows. “I’m not scared of anything when I’m with you, Ryker.”
Jesus Christ. That’s what I needed to hear.
“You make everything feel so good. Like, no matter what happens, I can count on you to handle it and keep my heart safe in the process.”
My balls seize again as I run my hand up the side of her back and over the bump of her breast.
“What did I do to deserve you?” I lean down and kiss her forehead gently as she molds to my frame. She’s so small here in my arms. Fragile, like a curvy, little fairy.
“I wish every girl could have a man like you.” She stares up at me, her gaze soft. “I know Benny will be back soon, but,” she lands my hand between her legs, “my pussy has been throbbing since you carried me in here and I don’t think I can wait.”
Fuck me.
I blow out a breath and close my eyes, trying to recalibrate my thoughts. Benny left forty-five minutes ago. It takes twenty minutes to go down the mountain, ten to drop off the asshole, twenty minutes to come back, and that’s if he’s going the speed limit. I should assume he’s pissed and most likely driving faster, which could shave an extra ten minutes off the overall drive, which means he’ll literally be back any second. “He could open that door any minute.”
“What are you saying?” She pouts out her pretty pink lip and stares up at me with a slow blink.
“I’m saying I want you, my fucking cock is possessed, and you’re all I think about, but if we’re fucking when Benny opens that door, this conversation is going to go a hell of a lot worse.”
She wiggles down from my grip and grabs my cock with her hand, tracing slow circles around the head through my denim jeans like she’s on a personal mission. “I feel like this is a challenge.”
Cock rock hard, I lean into her lips. “We’re playing with fire.”
“No other way to play with fire… than to do it fast.” She holds her gaze on me. “I need you to fill me up, Ryker. I need your come, your heart, your babies!”
What the fuck?
There’s a soft whine in her voice that every primal urge inside of me wakes to. It’s a song, a calling, a siren I have to follow.
My cock stiffens at the thought of pounding into her soft core, at the thought of filling her with the intent of pregnancy, at the thought of watching her grow with my child. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”
She glances down at my hard dick in my jeans. “Your penis knows what I’m saying.”
I shake my head. “Well, my penis can’t be controlled around you. It’s a monster.”
“It’s a monster with good taste.” She smiles and strokes her fingertip over the top of my dick. “You’d be a good dad. No, you’d be the best dad. Can’t you see us raising kids here? Maybe three or four, all of them barefoot, running through the yard, playing with the chickens and the horses?”
Fuck.
Her hand grips my cock harder. “I know you want that too.”
She’s right, I do want that.“Mmm hmm.”
“Then why deny it? Why not let this be what it is? I’m yours, Ryker. I already promised you that. Are you saying I’m not?”
Oh fuck. She’s playing a twisted little game, and I like it.
“I always said you were trouble, didn’t I?”
