LANA
Once we get to Bates’s trailer, I strip off all my clothes and march straight toward his bed.
“Bates, can you please fuck me until I don’t feel sad anymore?”
He gives me a soft smile, then lifts me into his arms and holds me tight.
“No, beautiful. You’re going to be sad for a while yet. But I’ll fuck you till you don’t feel so angry and then I’ll hold you while you cry. How does that sound?”
I give his neck a little bite. “Do it. Fuck me hard and make it hurt.”
Bates shakes his head and lowers me to the bed. “We’re not doing that either, baby. You don’t need to be punished for anything, and I don’t ever want to make this hurt. I only want you to feel loved.”
He hitches up my thigh and settles between my legs, using his size to spread me wide for his fat cock. It presses at my cum-soaked pussy, reminding me that we’ve already shared so much pleasure today, then he pushes inside and bows his head to press his forehead to mine.
“The hard part’s over now,” he says softly. “Things will get better from here, I promise. I’m going to take good care of you. It’s all going to be okay.”
It’s too early to know that. It feels like I’ve done something irrevocably wrong, so I’m not entirely convinced things will improve, but his words are a comfort. He starts to move, and his body brings me comfort too. And joy and reassurance, and peace.
He makes love to me, keeping every movement slow and rolling until I feel completely safe and warm and loved, but still tears well up and spill down my cheeks.
Bates simply kisses the tip of my nose and whispers that I’m beautiful and good.
It’s hard to believe him, and for a while I just can’t, but he doesn’t give up on me. He simply keeps showing me I’m loved until it’s impossible to believe anything else.
He forces me to the brink of orgasm with every gentle, loving touch, until I finally surrender to the waves of ecstasy that wash through me. I pull him with me, knowing that even though he loves my pussy, it’s somehow my eyes that have tipped him over the edge.
I’m not immune to the things I see in his gaze, either. Trembling and twitching, I’m filled only with pleasure and love as his devotion shines down at me with a tireless and powerful radiance.
We belong here. With each other. That much we know, and it’s a great relief to have that certainty.
Bates stays inside me and arranges us into nesting spoons, wrapping his enormous body around mine in a supportive, protective, and almost possessive way that makes me feel perfectly wanted.
As the little spoon, I can’t hug him like that, so I squeeze my pussy to hug his cock instead.
He moans softly in my ear. “Sleep now, beautiful. Tomorrow’s a new day with new possibilities. Hawk will have had time to simmer down, and maybe he’ll have come to his senses. Or maybe we have three flights to catch. However it pans out, I’m going to keep loving you, and you’re going to need your rest.”
“Bates?”
“Mm?”
“Can we sleep like this every night?”
He nuzzles the back of my head and kisses my hair. “Fuck, yes. You keep having ideas like that, we’re going to do whatever you want for the rest of our lives.”
I smile against the soft skin of his inner wrist. The arm he’s draped over me is cradled upward to act as a headrest for me, and he smells of wood smoke from the fire pit. When I drag my lips along his arm and then lick the taste of him off them, I’m pretty sure I’ve found my new favorite flavor. Smoked and salted man. I flick my tongue over his wrist, and his cock moves inside me as if it’s stretching after a nap.
Bates rumbles softly. “Did you just lick me?”
“Maybe.”
He grunts and tugs at one of my nipples as his cock flares inside me again. “Cut it out, or I’ll want to keep you up even later. You’ve had all you can take today, babe. We both have. It’s bedtime. You know we’ll both be up early.”
“Mm,” I agree, snuggling in. “Very early. Lots to do.”
“Oh yeah?” Bates nuzzles my hair. “Sounds like this pretty mind is planning some shit. You want to share?”
“I can’t leave without explaining the consequences of our absence to Dad,” I say, determined not to give up hope. “All my recommendations will need adjusting. His current decisions are based on emotion, and that’s a recipe for disaster. He needs to reassess the variables and fully understand the situation beforehe confirms his course of action. The wager is huge this year, and he’ll struggle to pay the debt when he loses — which he will. Without us on his team, my advice to maximize yield could really make or break his season, and I don’t want to give him any more reasons to hate me. He needs to succeed, and I need to help him do it, because if he fails, hewillblame us. Forever. And I’m not okay with that.”
