by Tory Baker
Crap. I can’t confess. If I do, then Stone will end this. I’ve learned a few things about Stone over the last couple of weeks. He values honesty. If I confessed to him that I wasn’t the one he was writing with all this time… he’d send me away.
I can’t let that happen. Before, Stone was a new start, an escape for me. In just two short weeks he’s become so much more. I do my best to push my doubts away and lose myself in Stone’s kiss.
His tongue forges into my mouth and immediately takes me over. I could get drunk on his kisses. There’s nothing soft about them; he devours. His hands slide up and down my back, burning me in the most delicious of ways.
When we finally break apart, I’m gasping for breath. Stone’s big hands slide around to my front, covering my breasts. I’ve always hated them. They’re so small and tiny. Some things that I wear, I’m not sure you can tell I have them, and that makes me insecure. But, like this, and that look in Stone’s eyes, I feel beautiful.
“Delicious,” he groans, pulling me toward him. He leans up and soon his lips replace his hand as he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth. My back bows and I tangle my fingers tight in his hair, pulling him into me deeper. I know I have to be hurting him, but it feels so good, I honestly don’t care.
“Yes… more,” I gasp when he switches to my other breast and swirls his tongue around the nipple, all while massaging his hand over the breast he just released.
“You like that, Carly?” he asks.
I don’t answer; it’s a stupid question. ‘Like’ is not the right word at all. It’s not even close. “You get this done for me, baby? You told me you just shaved down here, but you’re all silky smooth now,” he asks, and I find myself freezing up again. His hand rakes against my bare pussy. Oh God. He and Tally talked about… that?
His fingers move against the lips of my pussy, teasing them, and I try to push my worries away. I can panic later. Right now, this feels so good. I need more. His teeth capture my nipple and he tortures it while, ever so slowly, his fingers slide between the lips of my pussy and inside to the tender flesh there. His fingers aren’t smooth; they’re the hands of a man who works outside for a living, rough, wild and untamed, and they feel delicious raking against my clit. I throw my head back in pleasure, angling my hips so I can have more.
“My baby definitely likes that,” Stone purrs, his other hand biting into my small breast with bruising force.
“I do,” I cry as he continues to work my clit. I could come like this. I’m so close now that I can taste it. I hunger for it, but Stone doesn’t give me what I want. He shifts us so I fall back against the mattress and he covers my body. I look up at him, shocked by the abrupt change in position.
“You’re already so fucking wet for me, Carly. Your sweet pussy is drenching my fingers,” he growls, and he picks that exact moment to thrust his finger inside of me. I hungrily take it, trying to ride his finger, wishing it was more. He pushes it in me once and moves it out, repeating the movement over and over, while his thumb presses hard against my clit. Then, all at once, another finger joins in and it burns because it stretches me, but the burn is so good. I try to shift my legs, letting him have my body and do whatever he wants.
I just don’t want him to stop.
“I wanted to take my time,” he growls, still fucking me with his fingers. Over and over he pounds me with them, not allowing me to catch my breath. My body feels as if it is on fire. I want to come, I need to—and I’m so close. “I wanted to be slow and tender for you,” he adds.
I can barely understand him. I can feel the muscles in my pussy tighten. I know I’m going to come soon. Just as I’m about to go over the edge, he takes his fingers away.
“No!” I cry out, my back coming off the bed. I was so close. Frustration is firing through me, warring with the need to have more from him. I reach out, trying to grab him, to pull him down to me and demand he finish what he started. I get his hair and I love the way it wraps around my fingers, giving me the advantage. I’d never been attracted to men with long hair before, but I love it on Stone.
“You’re a little wildcat in bed, aren’t you? I’m going to have scratches all over my back when I’m done fucking you, aren’t I, Carly?”
Before I can answer him, I feel the head of his cock pushing against my entrance. He doesn’t push inside of me, but the feel of his big, broad head there leaves me weak. I push my hips up. I’m no longer afraid of him hurting me; I just want him inside of me.
“Quit teasing me, Stone,” I cry, needing him to give me what my body is craving.
“But I like teasing you, baby,” he groans and he rubs his cock up and down my pussy, tormenting my clit.
“Please,” I beg.
“I got you, baby,” he whispers. “Open your eyes and look at me. I want you to look at me when I go inside of you for the first time.”
I nod my head in answer. For a minute, I don’t think it’s my imagination when we both get lost in each other. The moment seems that loaded, that meaningful. I feel my heart beating. I hear our breathing, but everything else seems to stop existing, with the exception of Stone. I feel my heart flipping in my chest and one thought rings above all of them.
I could love this man.
I could love Stone Matthews.
“You’re mine now, Carly,” he growls and that’s all I want. Then he pushes inside of me and the moment fades with pain…
Chapter Thirteen
Stone
I know it the instant I push inside. I didn’t go deep with my fingers, because I wanted my cock to be the first thing inside those sweet depths. But I can feel the minute my cock goes deep inside of her, tearing through her innocence.
She’s a virgin.
She cries out and I instantly go still. It almost kills me, but I don’t allow myself to move and I stop before I sink in completely.
“It hurts,” she whispers and there’s a tear falling from the corner of her eye that kills me. I prop all my weight on one arm, unable to move, so I don’t hurt her further. Then, I take the pad of my thumb and brush the tear away.
“Why didn’t you tell me, Carly?”
“I was afraid,” she responds and I hate that answer.
“I never want you to be afraid to tell me anything, Carly. Baby, we’re going to be together for a long time. You need to be able to let yourself go with me. I promise you’re safe.”
“We are?” she asks. The entire time we’re talking, I’m moving my finger across her nipple lightly, trying to ease deeper into her. I can feel her getting wetter this way. I want to touch her pussy, but fuck, I can’t manage it in this position and I’m not leaving her. If I could find a way to stay inside of her 24/7 that would be a definite possibility at this point.
I didn’t want a virgin. I was afraid of hurting them, but fuck if I’m not happy that I’m the only one that’s been inside Carly. No one else will ever get the chance. I’m keeping her.
“I’m not giving you up, Carly. You’re mine now,” I tell her. Her hips rock into me and I sink another couple of inches into her. “Is the pain better?” I ask her, dying to move.
“Yes,” she says as she nods.
“Good. We’ll go slow and easy,” I murmur, kissing her forehead, trying to reassure her.
I pull out carefully, not all the way, but close. Then I push back in. I’m going so slow it may kill me, but eventually she takes a little more of my length. Afraid to feed her all of me, I do my best to make this as delicate as possible, even though my first urge is to slam all the way home.
Her hands move down my back, her fingernails scoring my skin as she does.
“You feel so good,” she whispers into my neck and fuck, I like that confession way too much. If I’m not careful she will own me.
“Yeah, baby?” I ask with a groan as she moves her legs, bending them so her feet are flat on the bed. It widens her stance and I sink in even further. That’s when her fingers move and her nails bury into the cheeks of my ass. “I
feel so full,” she whimpers and this time her body moves up to meet me as I push deeper. I want to hold back, but now she doesn’t let me. She wants me deeper, and fuck if I don’t want her that way too.
“I need more,” she cries.
I go back on my knees, pulling her legs so her feet wrap around my body, opening her to me. My woman wants more and I’m going to give it to her. I hold her legs at first, widening them so I can watch my cock tunnel in and out of her pussy, the shaft coated in her sweet juices. The sight is so fucking good that I can feel my balls tighten with the need to explode inside of her. I put a finger on her clit, pushing hard, and then sweeping it over her clit faster, still keeping the pressure. Her body jerks, her head thrashes.
“That’s it baby, come for me,” I urge her.
“I’m going to come,” she yells, and I can’t be sure she even hears me; she’s going wild in my arms and it’s beautiful.
“Look at me, Carly,” I demand and I can feel my cum building. I’m going to lose it soon. She slowly opens her eyes, looking at me, her body bucking underneath me as she fights to claim my cock, her greedy pussy demanding he come back inside to the hilt. “This is my pussy now. It belongs to me, just like you do. There’s no going back now, Carly. Do you hear me?”
“No going back,” she sighs.
“Admit you’re mine, Carly. I need to hear you say it.”
“I’m yours, Stone. I’m yours,” she says.
With that, I fuck her hard. She might be small, but she can take me. She was made for me. I keep teasing her clit with my finger and thrusting into her at a fast, steady rhythm. I feel the exact moment that Carly’s climax hits her.
“Give it to me baby, give it to me,” I whisper in her ear as I blanket her body, sinking up to my balls and grinding her tight little cunt.
“Stone!” she cries as she comes apart on me. Her greedy pussy sucks my cock and triggers my own orgasm. I release jet after jet of hot cum inside of her and I don’t stop until she’s so full it’s dripping down my balls.
Carly is mine. Finally, after all this time, I have her and I’m never letting her go.
Chapter Fourteen
Stone
“Is sex always like that?” Carly asks, once I disengage our bodies. I pull her to my side and hold her carefully, letting my fingers brush through her hair.
“It will be for you,” I vow to her. “It will be better.”
“Now you’re bragging,” she says. She has the biggest smile on her face. It radiates, even with her eyes closed. She’s satisfied and happy and I gave that to her. For some reason, I have the strongest urge to strut in pride.
“You’ll see, baby. You’ll see,” I tell her, kissing her forehead. I regretfully pull away, needing to tend to her before we fall asleep.
“Where are you going?” she whines, and I was smiling before, but now I really am. She doesn’t want me to leave her.
“I’ll be right back,” I reassure her, then walk to the far corner of the room where the bathroom area is. I grab a washcloth and heat it with hot water, squeezing out the excess.
“You’ve got the nicest ass,” she says and I look over my shoulder to find her propped up on the bed, staring at me. She’s so pretty she takes my breath.
I’m a lucky son of a bitch.
“Thanks.” I laugh, walking back to her.
“And your hair. I’m so jealous of your hair. I never used to like when a man wore his hair so long, but on you it looks really good.”
“Glad you approve.”
“I mean really, really good.”
I laugh at that; I can’t help it.
“Oh my God! You’re hard again. How can you be hard after what we just did?” she asks, her eyes large as she watches my cock bounce as I walk.
“Because I want more of you,” I tell her with a frank honesty I’ve never shared with another woman.
“Can we? Again? So close together? I thought men needed time to… recover?”
“We could, but we’re not going to,” I say as I make it back to the bed. I lean on the foot of it, positioning myself and then help hold her legs apart.
“We’re not?” she asks and her voice is laced with so much disappointment, I feel the urge to fuck her to show her just how much I want her. “Stone! What are you doing?” she cries as I maneuver the hot cloth against her pussy.
“Making sure my woman is cleaned up and taken care of,” I answer. She hisses gently as I probe a little more. “And that’s why we aren’t going to do anything else tonight.”
“It only hurts a little,” she grumbles.
“Trust me, Carly. If I take you again, it will hurt a lot. We need to wait.”
“Okay,” she whispers, studying my face. I push my hair back and return her stare.
“Okay? Just like that?”
“If you say we need to wait, we need to wait.”
“I wish you would have told me you were a virgin, Carly. I would have made it better for you.”
Her face colors as she listens to me, but she doesn’t look down. She keeps her gaze focused on me.
“If it got much better it might have killed me,” she says with a smile.
“You’re good for my ego. I need to talk to you about something,” I tell her, tossing the cloth across the room. It lands on the floor, but close to the hamper.
“You need to get that off the floor. It could ruin the wood,” she chastises.
“If it does, I’ll fix it. I’ve got something more important on my mind.”
“That sounds serious,” she says, worry starting to show on her face in place of the happiness that was there earlier.
“It is, but nothing bad,” I hasten to reassure her, wanting her smile back.
“What is it?”
“I know you said you were on birth control, but I think after what just happened, we need to get married as soon as possible.”
“I… Umm… I said that?”
“Yeah, in our letters. Don’t you remember?”
“Right now I can barely remember my own name,” she says and suddenly she’s avoiding my eyes.
“Carly, we need to get married. If there’s a chance I got you pregnant, I want you to have my last name.”
“I’m not sure I’m ready to get married,” she argues obstinately.
“You came out here to marry me, Carly,” I remind her.
“But we need a little more time to get to know each other,” she whispers.
“I was just inside of you. I’d say that means we know each other pretty damn good. The fact you’ve never let another man between your legs except me says a fuck of a lot, Carly.”
“I’m too tired for you to try and be logical,” she grumbles, clearly pouting.
“Marry me, Carly.”
“When?”
“I’ll call around tomorrow,” I tell her and she nods her head reluctantly. “The words, Carly.”
“I’ll marry you,” she whispers. Those three words soothe an ache inside of me that I hadn’t realized was there. At the same time, it makes me aware of something else, something that I want just as much. I want to hear Carly tell me she loves me.
“Good,” I tell her, sliding into bed beside her. I roll to my back and pull her over top of me, settling her against me.
“You realize being on birth control is supposed to keep you from getting pregnant?” she grumbles against my chest.
“It does, but nothing is one hundred percent effective. Would it be so bad if you had my child, Carly?”
“I think it’d be better if we spent time getting to know each other first,” she hedges, and though she’s probably right, it doesn’t mean I like it. I didn’t plan on it, having kids right away, or even demanding that Carly marry me immediately. But the more I think about it, the more I like the idea of both. I need to make Carly want it too—maybe even make her want to throw her birth control away.
I decide to make that my goal. I kiss the top of her head and close my eyes, listening to he
r breathing.
“Get some sleep, baby,” I tell her. Slowly she relaxes. I know the minute she drifts off to sleep and I follow her seconds later. A few after that I’m dreaming of Carly carrying our child, and it’s the sweetest damn dream I’ve ever had.
Chapter Fifteen
Carly
“Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Matthews,” the judge says, and just like that I’m married.
I think I smile. I hope I do; I’m still in a type of shock. Stone wasn’t kidding yesterday when he said he wanted to get married. The very next day I find myself at City Hall with the county judge marrying us. “You did good, Stone,” the man says, shaking Stone’s hand in congratulations.
“Thanks, Homer. I’m a lucky man,” Stone agrees and that feels nice, even as I wish I could slink out of here. There’s so much I should have confessed to Stone before I said ‘I do’. The least of all being that I’ve never read all the conversations we were supposed to have, let alone written them. Or that every time I find out something new I’ve “told” him I cringe, because that wasn’t me. But, most of all, I really should tell him I’ve never taken birth control in my life. There’s been no need for it. My hand touches my stomach nervously. I don’t feel any different and I doubt it’s possible to get pregnant after one time, but I do need to confess everything.
“Where are you going on a honeymoon?” the judge asks, and I look up at Stone. He never mentioned a honeymoon. I don’t truly want to have one. Especially since when I tell him the complete truth, he may demand a divorce and for me to leave Alaska.
“We’re going hiking on the Twin Knob trail,” he announces and I try to keep the shock out of my face. Shock and despair. As a waitress, I try to avoid all sports and exercise that require me to be on my feet. Which, really, is all of them, and that’s okay with me. Now Stone wants us to go hiking… for a honeymoon? I thought all the exercise a couple does on a honeymoon was in bed. I was hoping for that kind of exercise… at least before Stone sends me away.
