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  “Shit,” he grunts, catching his breath. My walls pulse around his shaft. “Baby, you’re so tight.”

  When I can finally open my eyes, his smile is glistening with my arousal.

  I use my fingers to wipe away the evidence. He captures them in his mouth and sucks them clean. Even the way his tongue laps at my fingers sends a jolt to my center.

  I laugh as he nibbles on the pad of my finger. “God, I am all over your face.”

  He pulls his cock out and thrusts back into me hard, and it sucks the laughter from me, replacing it with a moan. “I fucking love how wet you get, Princess. Feeling your orgasm on my tongue as your pussy coats my face.” He grunts, slamming into me again. “I’ll happily wear your evidence like a donut glaze.”

  “Oh my god, shut up.”

  He thrusts faster. “I could eat your pussy all day just to hear the noises you make,” he says through clenched teeth as he circles his hips.

  “I don’t make noises.” I dig my heels into his ass, meeting him thrust for thrust, the familiar burn building.

  I catch his lips and drag my fingers though his damp beard, tasting and feeling my arousal on him.

  The sound of our lovemaking fills the room.

  Hearing his breath become ragged, I know he is right there with me. I pull him to me to savor his lips again. “I love when you make me come.”

  “Baby.” He says into my neck his voice strained.

  “Me too, baby.” I hold him tight and squeeze around him, and it pushes him over the edge. I feel him as he comes, warmth filling me.

  We cling to each other. The only sound in the room is our breathing as our heartbeats begin to slow.

  I tighten my walls around his softening cock, and he quivers. “Ahh,” he moans.

  My insides dance hearing his cry of pain and pleasure, so I do it again, enjoying the feel of his whole body trembling above me.

  “Christ, woman,” he breathes heavily.

  I do it yet again, loving the feel of him helpless to his reaction. Laughing, he pulls out and sits back on his heels while I watch his eyes rake over me admiringly.

  When he doesn’t say anything after a full minute, I feel exposed and cover my breasts self-consciously. I roll to get off the bed, but he stops me.

  “No. Don’t...” he says, pushing me on my back again. “I like seeing you like this—your body relaxed from our lovemaking, marked by my kisses. The sweat between your breasts glistening.” He trails a finger down my sternum. “The way your hair fans out wildly on the bed. And this—” His finger circles my bare mound before sliding between my wet pussy lips dripping from our mess. “Seeing my cum drip out of you... knowing I’m the only one you have ever let touch you this way. I fucking love it.” He leans down to capture my lips tenderly. “Mine, baby. You’re mine now.

  “The thought of someone hurting you. I want to hunt down your ex. He didn’t know what he had when he had you. I’ll never do that to you, Princess. You’re all I want.”

  It’s my turn to roll him on his back, and I straddle him. The feelings bubbling up inside me for how I feel about him are so intense. How did I get so lucky to find this beautiful man?

  “Maybe it all had to happen to lead me to you.” I hate to admit that it’s true, but I would never have come here had it not.

  “You know you’re going to be spending every night in my bed from now on. Right?” His words are muffled while he nuzzles into my neck.

  We fell into bed naked after our shower, my back to his front, spooning. Our first night together, I had been too exhausted to appreciate how attentive he is.

  Tonight, he made me feel like the princess he is always calling me.

  Staying in his bed every night? Yes, please.

  If he would have rejected me tonight, I’m not sure what I would have done. Too quickly he has wedged his way into my life. Now I can’t see my life without him.

  A wandering hand finds my breast and gently squeezes. My body is so tired, yet his touch awakens my seemingly insatiable libido. Wiggling my ass into his erection, my belly stirs with excitement when he moans, which only indicates one thing: pure unchecked, lustful sex.

  “Is your dick ever satisfied?” I tease, pushing into him again.

  His body vibrates with a quiet laugh. “Oh, he’s usually satisfied, buried deep inside you.”

  “I didn’t think a man could get it up this many times so soon.” No man I had been with could.

  He lets out a loud breath. “Then I shouldn’t tell you the amount of times I jacked off thinking of you.”

  Of course my curiosity is piqued. I turn in his arms to see his face. “How many?”

  He tucks me back against him and sighs again. “I really can’t remember. A lot is all I can say.”

  “Is that normal? For you?” Images of him sexually frustrated over me has my insides doing flips.

  “It’s your fault. You and those damn shorts. You were driving me crazy. You cut them that short just for me. Admit it.”

  “You forget Charlie and Lee. They’re both young, good-looking men too. I was still on the fence deciding which one of you I wanted,” I tease.

  Flipping me on my back, he starts to tickle my sides. “Take it back.”

  Snorting out the most unladylike laugh only makes me laugh harder. “Stop!” I squeal.

  He’s relentless. “Not until you take it back. You wanted me from the first day.”

  “Okay, okay, I take it back,” I concede, still squirming in his arms.

  “You wore those shorts for me, and me alone.” He’s hovering over me with a deliciously wicked smile lighting up his face.

  “I cut those shorts shorter every day for an entire week because of you,” I admit, enjoying the groan that comes from deep within him.

  “Fuck. You knew what you were doing to me.”

  “What I knew was I liked the way you would look at me. The way your eyes found me, how they never lost me when I moved around. I wanted more.”

  “Holly.” The way his eyes search mine are exactly what I crave.

  Wrapping my arms around him, I pull him closer. “It seemed to be having the desired effect on you.”

  The next couple of weeks fly by.

  The morning after I told everything to Chase, we sat down together with Linda, with Alexis on speakerphone. After I showed them the texts I had been receiving, we took it the next step to fight back. Alexis got her lawyer involved. If Daniel contacted me again, we were putting a restraining order on him.

  The lawyers have been going back and forth over the charges they have against me. I had hoped he would drop the charges. Making a scene, scattering papers, and throwing things in an office his dad owned was not my best moment. Since they had it all on surveillance, they had a lot in their favor.

  Chase had been so angry over the harassing texts he had to get up and leave the room. I looked at Linda, worried he had finally decided he’d had enough, but five minutes later he came back in, sat down, and grabbed my hand, more determined than ever to get everything resolved.

  Later that night I asked him why he left.

  “Because I wanted to get in my truck and find him. I want to kick his ass for the shit he has done to you, and has continued to do. You don’t deserve this. Any of it. He’s a coward.”

  “But you came back.”

  He blew out his breath. “Well, after I sat in the truck for a few minutes, I realized I was acting irrationally. And if I kicked his ass I would probably go to jail, which meant I wouldn’t be able to be here for you. We are going to figure this out. Okay?”

  I wanted to believe them all.

  Every day I fall harder for Chase. Each new thing I learn about him, every time he does something just because, and every morning when he wakes me with a kiss, I fall harder.

  The sex between us has only become more intense too. Hotter. Better.

  We can’t keep our hands off each other.

  In our recklessness, Lee walked in on us once when we thought
the hayloft was a good place for a quickie. He got an eyeful of Chase’s ass midthrust, and since then has yet to look me in the eye.

  You would think getting caught the first time would stop us.

  It hasn’t.

  The other day we climbed to the Lighthouse room around midday. It was a rare day when we didn’t have any guests staying, and Linda had run to town to get a few things. When we came down the stairs, Linda was waiting with a blush on her face.

  Chase leaned over to me accusingly. “I told you, you weren’t quiet.”

  She corrected him by saying, “It was actually because I could hear the couch being scraped along the wood floor in a pounding rhythm, giving you both away.” She eyed me with concern before stating, “That couch was made specifically for that room. It’s over two hundred pounds, made of solid wood except the cushions. I can’t believe you’re walking after what I heard down here.”

  She didn’t need to know I was begging him to fuck me harder, causing the resulting noise. I was also hoping she wouldn’t go up there anytime soon and notice the scratches on the floor, where the couch had moved.

  Alexis had been able to call more often too. She was eating up all the updates between Chase and me. It felt good to connect with her more often again. We both had let life get in the way for far too long.

  Today she invited me to come stay with her for a weekend. Her tour was taking a break and she wanted to spend some one-on-one time together.

  We haven’t done anything together for over a year. Spending some time with her sounds fun, but the thought of leaving Chase for a weekend makes my stomach ache already.

  It still amazes me who I’d become when I was with Daniel. I pushed the few friends I had away because he didn’t think we should be around people outside our circle. Which really meant his circle. Soon the only people I associated with were the ones he approved of. That list was small.

  I told Alexis I would definitely be coming to see her.

  After hanging up, I remember it was Daniel that talked me into canceling with her the last time she invited me to come see her.

  Chase and I have almost settled into a routine now. Once supper was done, we would help clean up and make our way back to his cabin. Some nights we would sit outside and watch the sun go down, but most nights we would curl up on the couch and watch a movie or just talk.

  We tried to play a few board games, but I suck at Scrabble and I get kind of vicious when playing Monopoly.

  Tonight we both are content with the crackle of the fireplace and each other. “Do you find time to work out? Or are you lifting Linda’s goats for your daily lifting exercises?” I love his muscles. When he takes his shirt off, I shamelessly stare at him before running my hands all over him.

  He turns in my arms, amusement in his eyes. “I thought you were my exercise routine.” He laughs. “I used to work out almost daily; now my workouts are throwing bales of hay and building things.”

  “Whatever you’re doing, it’s working wonders on your body.” I run my hands down his chest, stopping before I get to his boxers. “I’m getting a cookie. Want one?”

  Earlier I helped—more like monitored—Linda make cookies, stealing some for later. It was later now.

  “If I have too many, will you still like me if I have a belly?” he asks, snatching one off the plate I bring over.

  Trying not to drop crumbs everywhere, I mumble through bites, “Since I don’t exercise, I should be asking you that question. I think I’ve gained ten pounds since eating all the food Linda cooks.”

  He licks a crumb off my lip before giving me a kiss. “I love your curves, and you haven’t gained anything unless it went to your tits. And if that’s where it’s going, you should have another cookie.” He cops a feel, giving my breast a squeeze.

  “My boobs do not need to get any bigger. Maybe I’ll start yoga or something.” I expect a sexual comment out of him, but he’s looking into the fire, thinking.

  “What day is it?” he asks.

  I have to look at my phone to make sure. “June seventh. Why?”

  Growing quiet again, he stares at the crackling fire. I can tell something is on his mind, but he doesn’t want to talk about it. I curl up next to him so he knows I’m here if he wants to talk.

  After a while, I feel myself nodding off. “Hey, big guy. Let’s go to bed.” I shake his arm slightly, trying to get his attention. He turns to me, and it feels like he’s looking through me, not at me.

  I motion to the bedroom. He nods, and I lead the way. I can tell he’s thinking about the past; it’s hard for him to talk about it. I don’t push, but one day I hope he can talk to me about it.

  When I pull my shirt off, I’m surprised to find I’m alone in the bedroom. He didn’t follow me?

  I walk back to the living room and find him leaning against the mantle over the fireplace. I’ve only ever seen his face this strained once before, when he pulled me from my car during the rain storm.

  “Baby? You okay?” I ask, reaching for him. He startles. He mustn’t have heard me coming. “Come on, baby.” This time I lead him back to the room with his hand in mine.

  He’s not touching me like he normally would. I pull his shirt up and help him out of it, and then I take my bra off. His eyes dilate, but he still doesn’t reach out for me.

  So I touch him. I let his pants fall around his feet and leave them. My hands are too busy mapping his body over his pecs to his shoulders, down his biceps to his fingers, where I lace mine with his. Kissing his chest lightly, I tug him to the bed.

  I want to chase away whatever demons are keeping my Chase bottled up. I want to be the one he knows he can count on, like he has done for me. I push him so he sits on the edge of the bed and bring his eyes level with mine. Tracing my fingers over his eyebrows and cheeks and running my fingernails through the scruff on his chin brings a small growl from him.

  “There you are. Come back to me.” I lean forward and capture his lips with mine, relishing the taste of him.

  I lead the kiss, telling his lips how hard and light I want it. Fisting my fingers in his hair, I tug, deepening our kiss.

  It’s then he wakes up, lifting me to straddle him. His hands are finally on me. “Princess, I need you,” he gruffly admits, holding me tightly to him.

  It’s the first time he has ever pleaded with me in the same way I plead with him. “You have me, baby.”

  I make love to him, keeping his demons away.

  I’m waiting for Beth to come get me so we can go pick up some things she ordered a while back.

  “Alexis wants me to come visit her one of these weekends. Will that be okay?” I ask Linda, who is sifting through recipe books for something to bake.

  “Thank the lord there will be some peace and quiet that weekend,” Linda says dramatically, throwing her arms toward the ceiling.

  I roll my eyes. “Really?”

  She looks at me pointedly. “I catch you two making out all the time. I don’t know how he still gets all his work done,” she rants.

  My cheeks are burning hot. I’m embarrassed to the point of sweating. “I’m sorry.” My stomach churns. I know it’s not enough. “We don’t want you upset with us.”

  “Child, I’m not mad. It’s just... I don’t know, I’m just not used to it,” she teases. “It makes me wonder what he is packing that has you worked up all the time.”

  My embarrassment turns up more. If she only knew.

  “Thinking about being away from him for a weekend is going to be hard enough. I’ve become one of those girls.” I scrunch my nose, not liking how needy I feel.

  “What’s that look for?” she says as Beth walks in.

  “What look?” Beth asks, joining us.

  Linda turns to me with a knowing look. “The look of panic when you’re freaking out about leaving Chase for a few days. I’m only wondering, will you miss him? Or his magical cock more?”

  Beth pipes in, “His cock of course. I’ve never seen two people sneak off m
ore than you two. Did you order the biggest case of condoms available? I can imagine how many you’ve gone through.” She laughs.

  I wince at the thought of our lack of using them.

  Linda slaps her hand down on the counter so loud we all jump. “Holly Thompson! Do not tell me you haven’t been using anything!Lord knows your mother wasn’t there for you, but I know she drilled safe sex into your head enough growing up to remind you girls how hard it was to be a single mother. Hell, I chimed in on some of those conversations.”

  Had she ever. She drilled it into our head so much, I was afraid to have sex. I was twenty when I finally caved to lose my virginity. Alexis... might still be a virgin; we never talk about it. I only assumed she wasn’t till her mom brought something up a while back.

  Feeling the heat of both their judgy gazes on me has me jumping off the stool, ready to defend myself. “You know I’m not as naive as my mother. I’m on the pill,” I hiss at them.

  Tiny Beth throws her arms in the air. “Are you kidding me? That’s not one hundred percent effective! Everyone knows that. And from what we all know, the way his body is super in every way, he is bound to have super sperm.”

  Standing behind her, Linda nods in agreement. “Didn’t your mother tell you she was on the pill when she got pregnant with you?”

  What? I’m feeling dizzy talking about this now. “No.”

  “She was. Which was why she screwed anyone who smiled at her. I love my baby sister, but she was a little slutty in her early twenties, which is why she never knew who your father was,” she says softly. She knows my father is a sore subject for me. “Honey, maybe you should take a test just to find out. And maybe order that economy-sized box of condoms.”

  Feeling ugly panic start to course through me, I try taking deep breaths. I can’t be pregnant. I lost Daniel the moment I falsely thought I was before. What if Chase feels the same way about children? My knees feel weak. We are still working though one hurdle... What if Chase had the same reaction Daniel did?