“Angelie,” he groans against my mouth. “I?—”
But before he can speak, I kiss him again. If I stop to listen to him, I know I might find some way to talk myself out of this, and after the last few days, I need nothing more than to forget it all, to leave it all behind, to let myself give in to the sweet feel of a man desiring me.
And Carlisle is all too willing to give me exactly that.
He scoops me up from the ground, carrying me toward the bed, my body as light as a feather in his grip. He lays me down on the bed, kneeling between my legs, and tears off the cami like it’s an affront to him that I’m still wearing it. For a split second, it strikes me that he hasn’t seen my body since I went through pregnancy and gave birth, and I wonder if he’ll still want me the way he did that night, but as his gaze carves down my skin, I can tell that his need is just as profound as it was the last time he saw me like this.
He growls as he moves down on top of me, pushing down the shorts I’m wearing—I had to dig through the clothes in the clean laundry basket, sticking with whatever I could find along with the undergarments I was wearing when I fled up here, but he’s looking at me like I’m dressed head to toe in high-class lingerie.
His mouth closes over mine again as he draws a hand up between my legs, fingers parting my folds with ease. He drags his fingers along my slickness, his tongue invading my mouth as he sinks his whole weight down on top of me. I can feel the hardness of his cock nudging against my hip, and a raw,desperate yearning rushes through me, practically demanding his attention, his affection, his closeness. It’s been so long since I’ve allowed myself to be near to someone in this way, and it feels right that the first time after so long alone is with one of the men who introduced me to this world in the first place.
“Fuck, you’re already so wet,” he murmurs against my mouth, a playful smile curling up his lips. “Did you come in here wanting something from me, huh, Angelie?”
He whispers my name again as he guides his fingers inside of me, and I moan, thighs trembling at the sudden rush of physical and emotional sensation. It feels like the first time he’s seen me, really seen me, since the second we laid eyes on each other once more. It’s as though he’s been trying to avoid looking me in the eye this entire time, because he’s afraid he’ll find something there that he doesn’t want to contend with, but now he can’t hold back any longer.
I kiss him frantically, hands raking down his back as he slowly coaxes me open with his fingers. But I need more. I will not be sated with just his touch.
No, I need him to fill me, just like he did the night I lost my virginity…
The night I conceived my children.
“I want you inside of me,” I breathe against his mouth, my voice raspy with desire, and he wastes no time in giving me what I’m asking for. I guess he can tell as clearly as I can that we might be interrupted at any second by the forest fire threatening the town again, but there’s a fire here that he has to attend to first.
He slips his hand down his sweatpants, drawing out his erection and grasping my hips to pull me closer to him. I look down,watching with a barely contained desire as he guides himself toward me for the first time in what feels like forever. And then, at last, I feel his head nudge past my folds, parting me with ease as he presses himself into me and then sinks his full length inside of me.
Both of us groan in pleasure at the sensation, but he lifts his hand to clamp it over my mouth, wrapping his other arm around my waist to draw me close to him as he begins to move inside of me.
“Can’t have the others getting jealous, huh?” he murmurs, brushing his nose against mine before he rests his forehead against my own. Our breath mingles in the narrow space between us, our bodies entangled in the deepest way possible. For the first time since I set foot in this cabin, I feel like I can’t focus on anything other than this, other than me, other than how it feels to inhabit my body in this moment.
He moves slowly inside of me, like he’s savoring this—like he’s remembering, just as I am, how it felt to be together the first time. The memories overlap with the reality of what’s happening right here and now, and I slip my hand into his hair, forcing his gaze to mine, trying to read deep into whatever it is he’s attempting to contain. I need him right now, every part of him, not just physically…
I lift my hips, wrapping my legs around him to pull him even deeper inside of me, and he takes the cue to start fucking me properly, driving himself into me in long, deep strokes that make my vision start to blur around the edges. My breath is hot against his hand, and I’m glad it’s there, because if it wasn’t, I know I would be making more noise than either of us could contain—if the emergency services weren’t on their way already,they certainly would be when they caught an earful of my moans…
Our bodies are rocking together now, his hips barely moving, just the flex of his thighs moving over and over again into mine like he’s trying to lose himself inside of me entirely. My nails sink into his back, and he pulls his hand away from my face so he can kiss me once more, burying his tongue in my mouth as he drives himself deep inside of me one last time…
And it’s like that I reach my release, my body clenching around his, my pussy gripping and tugging on his length as he continues to hold himself inside of me. I can feel a sound rising up from his throat, the pleasure as impossible for him to contain as it is for me, and then the flood of his seed deep within me, filling me, marking me just the same way he did four years ago this summer.
I cling to him for dear life, our bodies still entangled as the searing high of my orgasm begins to subside. And as I breathe in the scent of him, I know I’m far from ready for this to be over—and far from ready to take myself to bed and rest like I know I really should.
I cup his face in my hands, our tongues dancing together, a silent exchange of words that neither of us quite has the language to say out loud yet.
10
JOE
“Jesus,”I mutter as I enter the kitchen to find Callum standing over the stove, cooking. Well, that’s not the part that surprises me—it’s the four toddlers perched on chairs at each end of the table, all of them looking like they’ve been dropped from outer space and into our cabin, for how alien they seem in it.
“Watch your language,” Callum replies without missing a beat, scraping some scrambled eggs onto four plates sitting on the counter beside him. “Can you grab some milk from the fridge? Don’t have much to make up a good breakfast for them, but I figured this would keep them full until we can get something a little more substantial.”
“Sure,” I reply, and I pull open the fridge, glancing over the top of it at the four kids who are currently looking in my direction. “How have they been?”
“Not bad so far,” he replies. “I went to get Angelie up this morning, but she was out for the count. Figured she could use some sleep, and I could feed the kids before she got up.”
“Right,” I mutter, pulling out the milk and starting to pour it into glasses. One of kids, the girl with the wild curly hair, perks up at the sight of it, her eyebrows rising.
“You learned all their names yet?” I wonder aloud.
“Uh, I know we’ve got Chrissie, Chuck, Stephanie, and Jake,” Callum replies, cleaning off his hands as he goes to dish out breakfast. “But I’m not sure if I could tell you which is which. Any of you going to come clean, hmm?”
