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  She straightened, and gripped the hem of her close fitting tee, lifting it over her head, revealing the long lean line of her back in one swift movement and it was like a magician with a magic trick. I licked suddenly dry lips and felt the pace of my breaths quicken.

  “God! You’re fucking gorgeous,” I uttered and she looked back over her shoulder startled as if she’d forgotten I was here. She blushed, a faint pink painting her cheeks and across the bridge of her nose. She wore a simple matching white cotton bra and panty set and while I was sure she had lacier and racier underthings, the simple set of bikini briefs and white bra against her smooth creamy skin was enough to drive me fucking wild.

  She came over to the bed and stood over me, her jewel bright eyes wandering over my face, my chest, my stomach…

  “Like what you see?” I asked, voice gone husky with desire. She quirked that little smart assed half smile of hers, and I felt an answering smile of my own. She reached up behind her and unhooked her bra and let it fall. I took in a sharp breath. Jesus Christ! She had the most perfect pair of tits I had ever seen, high and tight and how the hell she managed to be as thin as she was and still have a good C cup going on was beyond me but damn! I felt my hands jerk reflexively at my bonds. I wanted to touch her so badly. Run my hands over all that smooth skin to see if it was as soft as I thought it would be…

  “You’re killing me,” I told her and it won me a genuine full on smile. She reached out tentatively and slid the leather of my belt through the buckle. I raised my hips off the quilt under me after she’d unbuttoned my fly and let her strip me of the denim. She looked her fill, trailing fingertips down the center of my chest, off to the side, down my ribs in a feather light touch that had me jerking sideways to get away from it. She laughed and the sound was high and bright and perfect.

  “You’re ticklish?” she asked and I smiled up at her.

  “Yeah, you?”

  “You crazy? I’m not telling you!” she said and sat down carefully by my hip on the edge of the bed.

  “If I’m lucky, maybe you’ll let me find out later,” I said and she nodded, face gone serious again.

  “You’re amazing,” she told me, and her eyes were back to wandering. “I could look at you all day.” I was letting my gaze do some unabashed and appreciative roaming of its own.

  “You’re probably one of the most beautiful women I have ever laid eyes on,” I said honestly. She stood up so abruptly I thought I’d said something wrong but then she skimmed her panties down her legs and my brain went out to lunch without me. She laughed, that high wild peal of laughter that reminded me of summer time and all the damned good things in life.

  “I showed you mine, now time for you to show me yours farm boy,” she teased, and hooked her fingers in the elastic waistband of my boxers. I gripped the bars of the headboard and obediently lifted my hips. I’d be straight up lying if I said I wasn’t nervous about what she’d think. I wasn’t small by any means but I wasn’t huge either. If anything I thought of myself as square in the middle of average. I don’t think I needed to worry though. Her lips curved in a secret little appreciative smile and her so blue, crystalline eyes danced with a glimmer of, if I had to guess, victory.

  “Like what you see?” I asked her again and skimmed her expression. She got up onto the bed next to me on her knees, folding those beautiful long legs underneath her.

  “More than you could possibly ever know.” She said and eyes locked to mine she brought her lips to my chest and kissed me, a soft press of lips, followed by another, slightly lower down on my body than the first and then another, torturously slow. I groaned and closed my eyes, reveling in the sensation of her petal soft lips on my skin, jolting when her hot silk mouth wrapped around the head of my cock.

  “Oh God!” I swallowed convulsively and felt her lips smile around me. She was really, and I do mean really good at that.

  Chapter 15

  Shelly…

  I was nervous about getting naked, for the first time that I could ever remember but with him tied to the bed like that, it gave me the courage I needed to follow through. I wanted to see him, all of him but it seemed only fair that I take the plunge first. I was so fucking grateful that he wasn’t too big. I didn’t want to compare him to anyone, and to be honest, I couldn’t, because he was Ghost, and no one I had ever been with was, but there was something to be said for an average sized penis. I loved it. I loved that I would be able to take all of him, too big and you couldn’t do that and there was discomfort if the sex got rough. Not big enough and yes, you could make up for it but it wasn’t always as satisfying.

  Ghost though… Ghost was perfect. I knew it the moment I took him into my mouth. I loved sucking cock. It turned me on faster than anything and having Ghost in my mouth put me up and over the moon and launched me into the far reaches of space, never mind the stratosphere. He was so hot to the touch and I don’t think a man could get any harder. He tasted amazing, salty and masculine and I could take all of him which was just awesome. I took him all the way down and just had to relax my throat a little bit, be conscious of the gag reflex.

  I loved the sounds I was bringing out of him. The short strangled cry, the sharp panting breaths, his reactions made me incredibly hot, my core throbbed with want, my nipples pebbled in the cool air of the room. He had his eyes squeezed shut, head tilted back, knuckles mottled white where he gripped the bars of the old brass headboard. He was so beautifully responsive and it made my heart glad that I could make him feel so good.

  “Oh my God Princess stop! Stop or I’m gonna go!” he panted and I drew back off of him, climbing his body the same way I’d descended, with one soft, gentle kiss after another. His skin pebbled, awash in goose flesh. I laid a kiss on each ridge of his washboard abs and threw one leg over both of his until I ended at his throat. I nipped his collarbone and he gasped, I sucked that place on the side of his neck that I knew drove me wild and the bed jerked, he’d reached for me but his hands were kept fast by the ties he’d done on himself. The neck ties cutting into his wrists. He couldn’t reach me. I swallowed down my fluttering heartbeat and kissed his chin and looked into those amazing hazel eyes of his.

  “You’re killing me,” he said, breathing uneven.

  “Not yet,” I murmured then pursed my lips.

  “What? What is it Princess?” he asked softly.

  “I’m clean,” I said, “But do you want me to get a condom anyways?” I swallowed hard.

  “You on birth control?” he asked.

  “No,” I answered truthfully, “You have to have sex to get pregnant and I stopped that along with everything else so…”

  “Hey, stop,” he captured my gaze with his. “Up to you Princess. I told you this was forever and I meant it.” I blinked.

  “Where do you keep them?” I asked. He gave me a one sided grin.

  “Sock drawer,” he said and I let out a breath I hadn’t known I was holding. I slapped him on the chest.

  “If you’d said you didn’t have any I would have marched out there bare assed and gotten one from my cousin,” I said.

  “The hell you would’ve!” he cried and I laughed. I moved off of him and went and got a spate of condoms from his sock drawer and put them inside easy reach on the bedside table. He was no less hard from the conversation. I rolled one down his length and resumed my earlier position, straddling his hips. I burned, I wanted him inside me so bad.

  “You seriously would have let me…” I didn’t want to say ‘fuck you’ because I had no intentions of something so impersonal with Ghost so I let the air hang empty of the words, let him put whatever label on it that he wanted inside his head. “…without one, knowing I could get pregnant?”

  “You want a big family,” he reminded me. I reached between us and raised him off his stomach, slipping him inside of me. Oh God was he ever perfect. Filling me but not over stretching me, I ground down on him and he touched that spot deep inside of me. I closed my eyes and turned my head. Oh h
e felt so good!

  “Oh Baby, oh Honey, oh God!” I felt the bed jerk beneath my knees, he’d pulled on his restraints again. I opened my eyes and met his, hands splayed across his ribs I leaned forward and used my legs to lift me a little so I could ride him.

  “Oh fuck Shelly! I want to touch you,” his voice was strained and passionate and I felt some of the constriction around my heart ease, the bands of sorrow loosening. Truthfully, I wanted him to touch me, I wanted his warm hands on my skin. I rolled my hips a few more times, he felt so good I didn’t want to stop but I needed him to touch me and so I fell onto his restraints, picking at the knots with my fingers until I could slide them loose. He slipped his right wrist free and his hand fell on my hip, where he patiently rested it while I freed his other one. I swallowed hard, his body was corded with restraint. Restraint, that when his other hand was freed, he lost a bit. He sat up abruptly, his arms curving behind my back holding me upright.

  I wrapped my arms around his powerful shoulders and buried my hands in his short, professionally cut hair. It was as soft as it looked, like satin between my fingers. There wasn’t much thrusting going on but he was seated as deeply as he could get in my body and felt so fucking amazing there. I was taller than him, riding his body as I was and I looked down into eyes the color of winter, so brown, being swallowed by life at the edges, the color of new spring leaves, new life beating back the cold.

  I kissed him and he held my body to his and claimed my mouth, my heart, and my soul with his kiss right back. He moved, somehow, twitched inside of me and swallowed my gasp and then I was tumbling, off to the side but Ghost had me, held me fast as he turned us so he was on top, between my thighs and then he moved, withdrawing from me, until he was barely there before surging forward in a powerful thrust that for a moment I thought he may cleave me in two. Heat sparked to life in my womb and I held his face fast to mine.

  This was unlike anything I had ever done before and I realized it was because I loved him too. I loved him for trying, for sticking with me, for being there for me, for doing the amazing things he’d done for me to try and get me to open up; to heal despite what a stubborn shit I was being. I wound my legs around his hips and cried out into his mouth. Breath panting, body melting, I was wetter than I could ever remember being before, Ghost gave me no quarter, his thrusts, measured and sure, firm but not rough, not demanding just enough to tell me with his body rather than his voice that I unequivocally belonged to him.

  His mouth broke from mine and he reared up just enough to get a hand between us. He slid that hand down my body, between my breasts, through the light dew of sweat on my skin. I didn’t know how long we had been at this, time was irrelevant and truthfully, I felt so good after so long I didn’t really care how long, all I knew was that I didn’t want it to ever stop. Ghost dipped his thumb at the top of my sex, teasing just below the top of my mound and I arched crying out when he found his prize, he smiled, his expression exquisite concentration as he teased that bundle of nerves. It was too much, he was hitting me perfectly from the inside and my cup was already full, so to speak. I arched, back bowing until it was almost painful and I thought I was going to snap in half when he grazed over that sensitive place just right and I completely shattered underneath him.

  I crashed into the mattress and felt my body ripple and convulse around his beautifully invading cock. His eyes slipped shut and his head bowed, an expression of pure beatific ecstasy taking over his face and it was the most perfect thing I had ever seen along with the most perfect thing I had ever felt in my life and I suddenly knew what it felt like to be a couple of stars streaking across an infinite sky.

  Ghost stilled inside me and knelt with our bodies still joined, panting as hard as I was as the rest of my senses slowly back filled in. I blinked a long slow blink and lay completely sated. Boneless, liquid and languid and I realized with an almost physical jolt that Ghost had come with me. That he was finished, that he didn’t need to move or keep going and the sheer intimacy of that struck me to my core. I had only once, ever come at the exact same time with someone and that had been a sheer happy accident. It hadn’t been something shared, I hadn’t been so deeply intertwined with them I couldn’t tell you where I left off and they began. Not like now, not like what I had just shared with this beautiful, stubborn and inexplicable man.

  “You okay? Hey! Hey, what’s this? No, no, no, don’t cry!” Ghost bent over me and gathered me to him and I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders.

  “Good cry, I promise!” I choked out and he held me warm and safe until the waterworks stopped.

  “I’m sorry,” I said and he chuckled.

  “Scared me is all. Wanna tell me what that was about?” He slipped from me and went up and over my leg to stretch out beside me. He pulled me close against his chest and I let my eyes roam the brightly colored new-school rendition of the Sacred Heart’s logo taking up his shoulder. It was still peeling in a couple of places, the ink bright and freshly done.

  “I don’t know,” I said a bit uncomfortably. I wasn’t used to the whole talking about my feelings shit. I wasn’t sure I ever would be. “I guess it was just a little more intense than I expected it to be. A little more… I don’t know, just more.” He kissed my forehead and held me to him.

  “Different huh?” he asked.

  “Yeah.”

  We were silent for a time.

  “Come on baby, I’m gonna take you home,” he said and I sat up abruptly.

  “Why can’t I stay with you here?” I asked and I was ready to be pissed. Really!? One of the most profound sexual experiences of my life and no bullshit, I had had a lot of sex and he just wanted to dump me off at home!? Just like that!?

  “Calm your tits, Princess,” he said laughing. “It’s been getting rowdy around here and I want to take you home, with me. I want you in my bed, in my house… well our house. You get me?” he winked at me and I blinked.

  “Wait what?” he wanted me to move in with him!? Is that what he was saying? Holy shit, talk about moving at warp speed! I didn’t know what to do with that but then he kissed me and my brain shut off, just blank, gone… and shit that wasn’t fair!

  “Stop over thinking things. Get dressed, I’m going to take you home, I’m going to get you in my bed and I’m going to make love to you all over again,” he smiled against my mouth and I caught myself nodding before my brain could catch up and I could be outraged he was ordering me around.

  “Bossy aren’t you?” I asked when he’d pulled back enough that I could remember what it was to think again. He disrupted every one of my senses when he was close. It was the way it had pretty much always been, from the beginning for me. Maybe it was pheromones or something.

  He stripped the condom off himself and threw it in the trash and handed me my bra and panties. I pulled on my underwear and by the time I’d done that my clothes were neatly laid across the foot of the bed waiting for me. He pulled on his boxers and jeans.

  “I told you Shelly,” his voice was gentle and his tone mirrored the serene smile that caressed his lips, “No going back baby. I keep what’s mine, what’s more, I take care of what’s mine.”

  I wanted to be indignant about him talking about me like I was some piece of property, be all feminist rawr! But I couldn’t. Not when his words were like a Siren’s call… What he held out in front of me was all I had ever wanted. To be cared for and loved and to belong. Who could possibly say no to that?

  Chapter 16

  Ghost…

  She looked troubled but not and Reaver’s words echoed back to me. “What she needs is someone to stick it out. She gets scared she starts pushing, testing limits until she breaks it so she can say ‘see, it wasn’t meant to be’... She’s too used to being alone. She needs someone strong to show her she doesn’t have to be.”

  I aimed to be that person but I could see the wheels turning in her head, the gears grinding and I had no idea what she was going to do but I had to be ready for it when she
did. She stood up from tying her shoes and looked at me¸ sapphire eyes troubled.

  “What is it Princess?” I asked her gently.

  “Are you seriously telling me I’m moving in with you?” she asked. I smiled. I could see it coming, the fight, but it was a fight I was going to win.

  “Yep,” I held out her sweater for her to shrug into and she did.

  “That’s some serious bullshit Ghost!” she cried and when she turned around her frown deepened when she saw my grin.

  “Probably, but it doesn’t change anything. I want you where I can make damn sure you’re looked after.” She opened her mouth to say something, closed it, opened it again and I watched her expression go from angry to confused to lost and back again before finally settling on just plain lost. I felt a surge of victory. Whatever argument she was going to use I’d pretty much successfully short circuited.

  “Let me take you home, Baby,” I pulled her against me and her jaw clenched with steely determination.

  “I’ll go with you but no more talk about me moving in. Not yet,” she admonished and I cocked my head to the side. It was already decided, at least for me, I wanted her. I loved her for as infuriating as she could be some times but damn she was never boring. I could see the fear and unease sliding behind her eyes though and so for now, I backed off a metaphorical pace or two. I would get my way in the end. I could be just as stubborn as she could if not more. Right now, I just wanted her alone. No one else, no distractions, just her and me on my little slice of remote country property.