CAN'T WAIT Box Set

by Wyatt, Dani

  I let it play over and over in my mind, hoping beyond hope that this vision will also come true.

  Because, it’s time I make her mine in every way.

  8

  Teah

  “IS THIS REAL?” I ASK, unsure if I’m lost in one of my visions or not.

  “Yes, my Little Wolf. It’s very real.”

  I reach up and run my fingers down Lock’s chest as he dries my hair with a towel. I’m sitting on the edge of the sofa, where he’s carried me after a bath to sit in front of the fire. We made love for hours again and my body is marked and sore.

  “I’m beginning to have a hard time distinguishing between reality and these visions. You know?”

  “I do know. Like I said before, it’s the strangest thing that’s ever happened to me.”

  “Strange? Not wonderful? Not amazing?” I smile and twist my lips to the side.

  “Strange and amazing. Strange doesn’t mean bad. Just surreal.” He leans down and kisses the top of my head, tossing the towel over the back of the sofa.

  He’s naked as well after taking the bath with me and whispering the sweetest, dirtiest things in my ear the entire time. When we were done, he stood me up and dried us both off, then went down on his knees and ordered me to put my pussy on his face, where he proceeded to eat me until my legs nearly gave out and I’d lost track of the number of orgasms.

  Now, he’s standing here naked, his cock jutting upward and he reaches down to stroke himself in front of me.

  “You look beautiful, especially with me all over you.” His hand runs up and down the thick shaft and I look from his eyes to the movement and back again. “I don’t want you to ever be without me. Marks, scent, everything. From now on, you will wear me every day.”

  There are bites and small bruises that dot my flesh from his harsh grip; from his teeth as well as when he brought his open hand down on my upturned rear end while he took me from behind. I came so hard I spoke in tongues.

  To my surprise, I cup my tits in my hands and look up at him. “I want to wear more of you.”

  His eyes narrow and darken as his hand strokes faster and faster. “Get ready then.” He charges and I lean forward, feeling the warm, sticky release coat my skin. He cums on my chest and it drips down my belly, between my legs. Part of me wants to watch its trail, but I keep my eyes on his face instead, amazed at how much I enjoy watching his pleasure show there.

  When he’s finished, he reaches down and palms the side of my head, rubbing his fingers through my damp hair.

  “Now, rub that in. Don’t waste any.” His voice is thick and commanding and I bring both my hands to do as he says, massaging his thick seed into my skin as he smiles down with approval in his eyes.

  “Such a good girl.”

  “I try.” I giggle at how those simple words make my heart flutter.

  We gather our clothes and he helps me dress before I do the same for him. He holds my hand and pulls me to the kitchen, lifting me up to sit on the counter while he makes us peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.

  Just like my vision.

  “So, how did you end up here?” I ask.

  He turns, looking at me as he spreads grape jelly over the bread with peanut butter on it. “I walked into the bus station, went to the counter, asked which was the next bus leaving, they said one to Chaplain. I paid for my ticket and here I am.”

  Shock bolts through me and my face must show it because Lock stops working on the sandwich in his hand and stares at me.

  “What is it?” He draws his brows together.

  “That’s exactly what I did.” I swallow and lick my lips before continuing. “I wanted to get away. I’d lived with my parents my whole life in a...” I pause, rocking my head back and forth, trying to find the right words, “an unconventional life. Sort of isolated, cut off. And I wanted to see some of the world from a different perspective. But, I did the same thing. Went to the bus station and took the next bus out, wherever it was going, and that’s how I got here.”

  “How long have you been living here?”

  “Just about four months.”

  “And where are your parents?”

  “They live on some land right now in Northern Michigan.”

  “Wow, you’re a long way from home.”

  I think about that for a minute before answering. “I’ve never felt like I had a home. We moved once a year at least. Like I said, it was unconventional. No cell phones, no TV. We were on the road a lot. Homeschooled. We traveled with a...group...a lot of times. Especially when I was younger. Same sort of people. I guess you’d call my parents survivalists.” I take a breath, meeting his eyes before I say any more. “Conspiracy theory, end of days sort of deal. They don’t, well, trust the culture. They think politicians, entertainers, the news media...all of that is just a conspiracy to keep us from seeing what’s real and everyone involved is in on it. The evils of the world. They wanted to always move somewhere out of the country, just never quite got around to it.”

  “Ah,” he says, as if that answers some sort of question. “Interesting way to grow up.” He looks at me sort of funny, and I can’t place what he is thinking. But I don’t see any judgment there. “So that explains the lack of a phone.”

  I shrug. “Yep. I guess I haven’t caught up to the world yet. How about you? Where did you grow up? Are your parents still alive? Are you close?”

  He keeps his eyes on the sandwich work as he answers. “I grew up outside of Indianapolis. A very average life. My parents are both gone. They had me late in life, gave me a solid upbringing.”

  “No brothers or sisters?”

  He shakes his head. “Nope. No other family, really. They were both only children, like me.”

  For the fourth time since we came to the kitchen, I hear a muted ringing coming from his duffel bag which is on the floor by the front door.

  “I think someone is trying to call you.”

  I see him take a deep breath as he turns and hands me a sandwich on a small white plate, then stands next to me with his own in his hand.

  “Yep. My life isn’t as simple as yours.” His words sound sad.

  “What do you do?” I take a bite of the sandwich and cover my lips with my fingers as I chew.

  “Oh, I’m a jack of many trades, let’s say. I dabble in a few different businesses. But, I’m on a sabbatical right now. Reevaluating things.”

  I nod as I swallow the simple but delicious food. “I guess that’s sort of what I’m doing. Do you want to answer that?”

  He shakes his head. “No, but I probably should. I’m sorry, just give me a minute, okay?”

  I nod, taking another bite of my sandwich and a twinge of doubt hits me as he walks over, kisses me gently on the lips and then moves over to dig into his bag and get his phone. He steps outside and I wonder why he can’t take the call in front of me.

  I try to be logical. We are practically strangers, and even though there’s this strange thing going on between us, his not wanting to talk in front of me puts into perspective the cold facts about how little we know about each other.

  What if he’s married? Or has a girlfriend?

  My stomach turns over on itself and I do what I can to push the thought away.

  I finish my sandwich, looking out the window at him pacing the front yard at the cabin, talking to someone. He doesn’t look happy, he runs a hand back and forth over the top of his head and I hop down from the counter as I watch him stuff the phone into his back pocket, put both his hands on the tops of his thighs and bend at the waist for a long moment before standing up, taking a deep breath and heading back to the cabin.

  A moment later, he’s back through the front door and I press a smile to my lips. “Everything okay?”

  “Are you still here?” He smiles and comes over to where I’m sitting on the sofa, then reaches down and runs a hand down my hair, raising his eyebrows, waiting for my answer.

  “It seems so.”

  “Then everything is ok
ay.”

  9

  Lachlan

  God, I hate lying to her.

  Telling her everything is okay when it’s so far from okay.

  I guess the weight of what is going on in my life outside of this oasis with Teah was always bound to rear its ugly head. I may think I can just walk away and start this new life, this life I see with her, but the truth is I have so much going on I can’t just leave it all behind. There’s too many people that will suffer if I implode.

  It doesn’t help that she’s spent the last half hour answering more of my questions about her life before she came here to Chaplain. She grew up with a loathing for exactly who I am. Rock star, actor, capitalist, wealthy...all those things spell distrust to her and her family and I’m not sure how I can erase my past enough to be the man she could live with.

  Still, whatever this is between us, I know I can’t walk away. I’ll do anything to figure it out. I’ll leave who I am behind if I can just figure out how.

  “That enough to eat for you?” I brush her hair back behind her ear and she pushes the last bite of her sandwich between her lips and nods. She’s wearing one of my white T-shirts and nothing else. Her face is natural and glowing. Nipples pressing out on the thin fabric, calling for me to taste them.

  Her tongue darts out to lick a bit of strawberry jelly from the corner of her lips and my cock twitches.

  Unable to hold myself back, I bring my hands to her neck, slipping them behind and upward to take her hair between my fingers as I think of all the places I want to feel her lips on me. Her scent is swirling around us, making me crazed. She smells like rose petals and a fresh breeze as her full lips curve and she flashes me the sweetest fucking smile.

  “I think you should kiss me.” She winks and the control I’ve been fighting to hold onto slips away.

  “I think you’re right.”

  She moans as our mouths crash together and my tongue slips inside her lips, finding hers and licking along its length to the tip. Desire overwhelms me and I feel cum leak out of the tip of my cock. Our kiss turns frantic then, and when we finally pull back we are both out of breath and it feels like a spring is wound too tight in my gut.

  Teah presses her lips tight together and I see worry in her eyes.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “This all feels so right. But, I mean...” She trails off and her eyes fall to the floor.

  “Baby, if you have any worries, any doubts or fears, you need to share that with me. I’m not a perfect man, I’ll screw up for sure, but I’ll always want to know what you’re feeling. Always want to know if I can help. If I’ve done something that hurt you. So, tell me what’s going on.”

  I caress the back of her neck with my fingers until her green eyes slide upward again and meet mine.

  “You could break my heart.” Her words are so honest they nearly break mine.

  “You see that swamp out back there?” I tip my head toward the window, where just beyond the tree line is a wetland.

  Teah glances out, then back at me and there’s confusion in her face as she nods, her hands coming up to hook over my forearms.

  “I’ll be facedown in that swamp before that ever happens, Little Wolf. Your heart is mine to protect, not to break. I promise you. I can’t believe how I feel for you. It’s something I never dreamed could happen. Never understood before you. I’ll guard your heart with everything I have, Teah.”

  There’s a moment of doubt in her face before it softens and she drops her hands, looping them around my waist as she presses her softness into me.

  “Then, I’d like to continue with our kiss. And...” Innocence blushes on her cheeks before she finishes. “Maybe we could make use of that rug in front of the fire.”

  I’ve got her off her feet in an instant, swinging her around as I step us toward the fireplace with her giggling and yelping. As I hold her, I press the length of my erection into her softness, making sure she feels the effect she has on me.

  I set her feet down on the rug in front of the fire and step back, admiring what’s mine.

  “Get that shirt off.” I order. “Then, hands on the mantel and legs open. I want to look at what’s mine.”

  I step back and watch as she complies. Slowly, as she bites into her bottom lip, she exposes every inch of her creamy skin. Her soft curves. Her body is all woman, full and lush, while her face is pure and sweet. The contrast has my dick painfully thick under the fabric of my jeans.

  She turns and places her hands above the fireplace. The fire is low and warm and I see the flames flicker between her spread legs like a reflection of the heat there.

  I want to devour her. Her skin is already peppered with my marks but it’s not enough. I don’t understand this new part of me, this beast that needs to hurt and pleasure her, but I cannot put him away.

  “Are you wet?” I ask as she turns her head to try to look behind her. “Look at the fire, not at me.”

  I see a slight shudder shake her body as her toes curl and uncurl on the soft lambskin rug before she answers.

  “Yes.” A whisper and I’m behind her, running my hands up and down her back. Then I slip them around to cup her breasts and squeeze while setting my mouth on that perfect spot where her neck meets her shoulders, and in that moment I feel her body melt.

  “That’s my good girl.” I groan into her soft flesh as I kiss and bite, rolling her hard nipples between my thumb and forefinger until her head falls back and she’s pressing her ass back into me.

  While she rocks her hips I press my hard on into her, dry humping her ass crack and working her nipples until she’s shaking and barely able to hold onto the mantel. I don’t stop, I drop my hands from her tits and slip them lower until my fingers are between her legs.

  “God, Lock...” Her voice shakes and she opens her legs another inch, making room for my hands.

  “Yes? You want something?” I leave one hand cupping her pussy, feeling the heat and wetness in my palm as I bring my other hand to rub one side of her ass before cocking back and delivering a slap there and listening to her yelp.

  “Please...” She whimpers and I slip my middle finger between her soaking folds and give her ass another round, making her cry out and drench my hand.

  “You want more? You want my fingers?”

  A vigorous nod has her hair flying back and forth from her shoulders to her face, but she doesn’t say a word beyond the mumbles and whimpers of pure lust.

  “What’s the magic word?” I press my lips to her ear and pull my fingers from her already swollen clit, running them up and down the inside of her thigh as the pace of her breathing increases.

  She snaps out, “Please. Please.” As inexperienced as she is, we seem to know just what the other one needs and she has no hesitation and so little inhibition now, it only makes my longing for her turn nearly barbaric.

  “Good girl.” I intone, my voice taking on a dark tone as I slide my fingers back into her hot slit. She’s drenched and I slip a finger up inside her and move in and out, listening to the wet sounds it makes as I wrap my other hand around her waist and pull her ass hard against me.

  I kiss her neck, between her shoulders, then move to the side as I work her pussy with my fingers until she’s alternating gasping and holding her breath. The muscles of her inner walls clamp down and I know she’s close.

  Instead of finishing her like this, I pull her hands from the mantel and lay her down on the rug.

  “Spread your legs.” I bend her knees, then stand, stripping myself as her knees fall open, showing me her needy pussy.

  Her eyes follow my every movement as my cock juts out from my body and I reach down to give it a few calming strokes while I admire her. “Beyond beautiful, Little Wolf. You are perfect.”

  She doesn’t say a word as I drop down, press a finger into her slick opening and bring my mouth down on her open folds, rolling my tongue over her nub and making her hips buck upward into my face.

  Her juices overflow in my mout
h and I swallow with greed, wanting her to be a part of me in every way. I drive my finger in and out of her opening while nipping and sucking her clit until she twists and squirts into my mouth. Her body twitches and bucks as I hold her down and eat her until she’s gone off again and she’s panting and begging for me to stop.

  “As amazing as your pussy is, I need to fuck you.” I crawl up and over her. I feel the tip of my cock brush at her hot, soaking center, but I want her to give this to me. “Put me inside you Teah. I want you to bring us together. I want to feel how much you want me.”

  She doesn’t say anything, but her eyes sparkle and her hand reaches down to encircle my girth. I’m so fucking hard it hurts as her hand between us guides the head of my dick to her tight opening and pushes it just inside.

  “Fuck.” I grit out, feeling the soft wetness. “You know this belongs to me now. All of you. And I promise, I won’t hurt you, Teah. I’ll take care of you. I’ll take care of us.”

  I slip my arms under her waist and up her back, clamping them around her shoulders from behind and holding her steady as I thrust deeper inside.

  We kiss and move together, her breasts rubbing my chest as I pound, in and out, until she brings her legs up and locks her ankles around the backs of my thighs.

  “Fuck me back, baby. Hard. That’s my girl. Fuck me.” I urge her and she finds another gear, pushing her hips up and down on me as I meet her movements with harder ones of my own.

  Her sweet cunt locks down and with one final kiss we fly off together. I grip us tight, keeping the pace as we grind into each other until we are panting and spent. I kiss her cheeks, her forehead, her eyes, feeling her fast breaths against my face.

  Finally, I slip out of her and curl her into me, breathing the scent of her release for a long moment until she settles and her hand comes up to run through my hair.

  “You feel good, baby?” I growl, feeling her soft lines meld into my harder angles.

  “I feel so many things. Good is a start.” She giggles and I feel something more growing between us, something beyond this lust, beyond this connection. It’s a familiarity, something comfortable and warm and easy.