I looked back at him, tilting my head slightly.
“Yeah, I guess. Why do you ask?”
“Because that’s all I care about. If you’re going to show me off, it better be for a good cause. I have no doubt that all those little horny readers and writers are going to want a piece. They just need to know I’m claiming and they’ll need a ton of luck taking me away from you.”
He leaned up, kissed the tip of my nose, and then left me to gawk after him, but I was also swooning, however, I wasn’t done with him.
“Wait,” she hollered, and I couldn’t help but grin. I didn’t mean to tease her, but after seeing that picture, knowing that others would love it, just made me want to show her that I was hers. That she could draw me all she wanted, could make everyone else jealous, but I was still hers.
And now, she was chasing me while I went to put my stuff away.
It was so cute.
“Yes?” I called, lifting the ax and walking back to my shed. I sat it down and she followed me in, only pausing to look around a moment before turning her attention back to me.
“Why did you say you were claimed?”
“Well, aren’t I? I mean, we are together, are we not?”
She opened her mouth to protest and I lifted a brow at her, waiting for her to say anything. Instead, she snapped it shut and crossed her arms over her chest.
“Okay, yes, we are. And I get it, they don’t need to know that, though.”
“Don’t they? I won’t get a stalker, will I? Someone who said they saw me and thought they could keep me?”
She growled at the image, finally stepping up to me and poking my chest.
“No one is allowed to do that, just me. You are mine and I am yours.”
“Good answer,” I told her, not letting the words register before I had my arms around her, lifting her up, and my lips on hers, taking away what little breath I could.
She was fire under my touch and I loved it.
I wanted more of it.
I was about ready to beg her to be ready for me, because I was at my wits end.
Not that I didn’t love holding her, or feeling her next to me, I did. But I was also longing, desperately, to feel her fall apart under me, to sink onto me, to love me like I knew only she could.
I held onto her as I made my way out of the shed and to the house, loving how she clung to me as if I would ever drop her.
“The house?”
“Yes,” I told her, walking up my porch.
“You could have ravished me in there. In fact, I’d pay a writer to do a scene like that.”
“Oh, no worries, Janelle, I will, just not today. Today, I’m going to lay you before the fire that you wanted and I’m going to make sure you get some much-needed pleasure.”
“What do you mean?” she asked but instead of responding, I just smirked, laying her down on the carpet.
“I want to feel you on my fingers, then taste you over and over again.”
“Oh, dear god,” she moaned, her legs falling open of their own accord. I ran my hand over her hip, her thigh, and then over her pussy. “Yes,” she whimpered and I moved her panties aside, glad her shorts were loose, and then I slid a finger into her.
“You’re so wet, so ready, so wanton for me, aren’t you? Your pussy wants more than just my finger. It wants my cock, filling it, breaking it, making it long for just my dick.”
“Yes, yes, to all of the above.”
