Betty
I pinched off a few basil leaves from the aquaponic tube, standing on my toes to reach the ripest leaves. The greenhouse was warm and humid today, so much so that I had to turn on the fans to cycle out the air. It felt almost tropical in here.
Last night, Gray set Sybil and Nash up in the shed on an inflatable mattress inside a tent. The tent served a dual purpose: to keep out the cold and any lingering rodents. Between the fireplace and the tent, I’m sure they were cozy. Plus, with the low temperature in the high thirties now, it felt like a heatwave to me.
Sybil seemed absolutely delighted with the whole arrangement. She was really getting the hang of this adventure business. Bill too loved being out in nature and enjoyed his own little blanketed corner of the tent.
Gray and I left the front cabin door open in case anyone needed the bathroom. My brother, however, seemed to abuse the privilege, which put a damper on any sexy time between Gray and me. For God’s sake, why couldn’t he just pee in the woods and quit being a broody cockblock?
While Nash had warmed up to Gray throughout the day and evening, his grudge would take much longer to dissipate. He still grumbled and frowned a lot more than usual, but we were getting there. What the two men needed was a project, and that’s exactly what they’d been outside working on all morning.
The greenhouse door creaked open and shut behind me.
I didn’t bother to turn to see who it was, recognizing the slow, heavy footsteps of Gray’s booted feet on the concrete floor. My gloved hands were buried in the soil as I unearthed a few sweet potatoes, carefully detaching their roots and placing them beside me.
A warm presence pressed against my back a moment later, large hands sliding from my upper arms down to my hips and grabbing hold. They were possessive and exploratory. Gray was not here for a casual visit.
He tucked my short braid over my shoulder, freeing my neck for his teasing kisses and licks, sending shivers down my body. I inhaled deeply, trying to ignore him, but his familiar woodsy scent enveloped me, pulling my attention. A smile touched my lips as I closed my eyes, a moan escaping when he slid a hand across my belly.
Slipping beneath my shirt, icy fingers traced circles before migrating up to my breasts. He gently bit down on the soft part of my shoulder with a groan when he discovered I wasn’t wearing a bra. By now, I wondered why he was even surprised.
My breath hitched at the feel of his exploratory touch, and I pressed my backside against him on reflex, feeling a firm length greet me.“Gray,” I whispered.
His answering growl was raspy and deep.“You’re impossible to stay away from,” he murmured in my ear.“If your brother wasn’t staking his claim on our cabin, I’d be making love to you on every surface right now.”
“Our cabin?” I asked playfully.
His rough, calloused fingers rolled my nipples, making them harden.“Yes.Ourcabin.”
Desire melted through me, heat blooming from my center and spreading outward. I felt my cheeks prickle with heat. Grabbing the edge of the potato bin for balance, I bit down on my lower lip until I tasted blood, trying to quell my anticipation.
“You know,” he continued, pressing his hips forward and up.“I realized we didn’t use any protection the other night.” His hand slid into the front of my joggers, finding its way to my clit and circling before dipping lower. He parted my folds and slid a finger inside me, finding me already wet for him.
I whimpered.“No?”
He took my earlobe into his mouth, his finger moving in and out with agonizing slowness, occasionally circling my clit to break the rhythm.“What does that mean, Buttercup?” he pressed.“Because I’ve been thinking about it all day, and each time my dick throbs more than I’d like to admit.”
My entire body shook with arousal at his words. Just hearing him talk about his wants and our future was enough for me.I fought off an orgasm, trying to wriggle from his grasp.
He kept me locked in his arms, a victim to his clever hands and probing questions.
I knew exactly what not using protection meant. I didn’t fail health class. Our lack of birth control was a problem, but there wasn’t much I could do about it out here, miles from any pharmacy.Maybe he’d had condoms, but our lust had taken over, and by that point, there wasn’t much you could change, nor did I want to.
So, did I regret it?
No.
To be honest, the unavoidable consequences only intensified the desire. These weeks spent in the woods had changed me, making me long for things I never expected needing or wanting so soon—like a family of my own, a sense of belonging, and a man who was eager to do those things with me.
Perhaps it was impulsive to feel this way, but that’s who I was. I let my emotions get the better of me for the sake of a moment—and I was a glutton for memorable moments.
His other hand moved from my breast to my belly.“Your silence tells me you know exactly what you’re doing, Buttercup.”
Another wave of arousal hit me. I could tell by the size of him against my backside that he was just as turned on by this kink as I was, his dick twitching each time he thrust against me. I turned my head to meet his mouth as his tongue dove in for a long and thorough kiss. His finger, slick and relentless, never ceased.
He hummed against my mouth in soft acknowledgment of my eagerness as he nibbled my lower lip.“Why does the thought of getting you pregnant make me want to fuck you until you scream? Is that what you want?” His hips rocked hard against me now, his free hand clasping my ass over the joggers, the sensation almost punishing.
My core clenched around his fingers, and I cried out. My body spoke the words my mouth couldn’t, rubbing myself into the palm of his hand. The amount of wetness that kept pooling between my legs was bordering on obscene.
