The Free

by K. Webster

  I roll my eyes. “I was thinking pancakes.”

  Despite her mood, she smiles. Brilliant. Beautiful. Soul consuming. “I love syrup.”

  And I love you.

  “I know. I could teach you how to make pancakes. Over the fire.”

  Her brows lift. “I could make them at home?”

  “Yeah, little fox.”

  She abandons her task and throws herself into my arms. “Thank you.”

  Greedily, I wrap my arms around her. “Of course.”

  Neither of us lets go.

  I just hold her until her stomach growls.

  “You’re shivering,” I point out.

  Her teeth chatter, but she shakes her head. “I’m not.”

  “Liar.”

  I love how her smile seems brighter despite it being dark outside. The flames reflect on her pale face, making her eyes dance with delight. We’re both bundled up against the cold, but I’m hot on the inside. Every time she licks syrup off her lip, it drives me insane.

  “What if you stayed for a little while?” My words are out of my mouth before I can stop them.

  “My hand?”

  “No,” I utter, scooting closer to her on the log. “What if you stayed because I want you to?”

  Her brows crash together. “Why?”

  “Why what?”

  “Why do you want me to stay?”

  “Because the very idea of letting you go out there alone kills me. I don’t want to lose you.”

  She tilts her head up and bats her long lashes at me. So fucking pretty. Snow dusts her cheeks and hair. I run my hand over her cold hair and then I lean forward rather than backing away. My lips press to hers softly. And I don’t pull away after that. No, like the stupid fucker I am, I swipe my tongue out, tasting her bottom lip.

  Syrup.

  She tastes sweet and addictive.

  I groan, overcome with the urge to devour her. Her mouth parts, allowing me access. I kiss this sixteen-year-old girl because I fucking love her. And that’s so incredibly twisted that I can’t wrap my head around it. It’s wrong, but nothing about being with her feels anything but right.

  She squeals when I grab her hips and hoist her into my lap. Her legs spread and she straddles me. Like before, in my truck, she uses my body to bring pleasure to herself. It’s fucking hot as hell.

  I tried to be good.

  I really did.

  But in the cover of night and the heat of the fire licking at us, I feel wild and free. Out here, I’m able to touch her without guilt or repercussion. My hand slides under her coat and she yelps when my icy fingers skim up her bare spine under her shirt. She rubs her fingers through my beard and sucks on my tongue, making my dick jolt in response. I push my hand down the back of her pants, desperate to touch her wherever I can. A moan rattles from her when I grab her ass hard. Her jeans are just tight enough that I can’t get to her everywhere I want. I reach under her coat, undoing the button and unzipping her jeans. When they fall slack, I slide my longest finger down her ass crack, brushing against her hole, before seeking out her pussy that’s already sticky with want for me.

  “Fuck, Eve. You’re already so wet.” She whimpers when I push my finger inside her tight depths. “This pussy is maddening. I can’t ever stop thinking about it.”

  Her hips rock against me, no longer interested in my dick, but the way I finger her. The angle sucks, so I abandon ship to access her from the front. She whines in protest when I pull my hand out but then moans when I find my way into her panties between us. I rub at her clit, loving the breathy mewls crawling up her throat.

  “You like your clit touched, hmmm, babe?”

  She nods, kissing me hard as she lets me rub her. I tease her until she’s nearly on the edge and then I work my fingers through her wetness back into her cunt. Slurping noises can be heard as I fingerfuck her. When I push a second finger into her, she squirms.

  “My cock’s bigger than my fingers,” I warn.

  “I want it.”

  My dick jumps in my jeans. She might not want it, though. I’d probably destroy her tight little pussy. I squeeze another finger inside her heat, loving the scream that escapes her and echoes through the trees.

  “If that hurts, then you can’t take my big dick.” I nip at her lip.

  “I can take it.”

  I fuck her roughly with three fingers because the angle is awkward, but she likes it based on the way she rotates her hips. My middle finger brushes against her G-spot. Her pussy clenches around me in response. With new determination, I massage that spot until her body is trembling so wildly I think she’s having a seizure. Warmth gushes over my fingers as her cunt tries to milk my fingers like it’s a dick.

  Holy shit, she’s perfect.

  “Eve,” I growl, pulling my hand out of her pants. “What I want is so not okay.”

  “I want it too. Put your cock in me.”

  “You’re so fucking blunt.” I stand with her in my arms. “I’m not doing it out here.” With those words, I stalk inside with her, her blind dog on our heels.

  I carry her inside the cabin and into the bedroom. The moment I stand her on her feet, we start ripping off clothes. She’s the first one naked and I get a hot view of her ass as she prances over to the bed. I remove my boxers and then prowl after her.

  I pounce on her, pinning her with my naked body, and seal my mouth to hers in an owning kiss. Mine. She’s mine. I know it’s not fucking okay. But no one has to know. It can be our secret. I devour every inch of skin I can get my lips on. My mouth marks up her pale neck, making my dick seep with need knowing I’ll get to stare at these marks later.

  “Atticus,” she breathes. “I need you.”

  I need you too, baby.

  Gripping my criminal dick, I rub it through her juices on her cunt. I press the crown into her slowly. Achingly slow. Her tight body stretches—just barely—to accommodate me. Nails dig into my shoulder, making me pause.

  “You okay?” I rumble. The restraint it takes not to buck the rest of the way into her is incredible.

  She digs her heels into my ass and lifts her hips up, forcing my dick the rest of the way in. Hot. Wet. Tight. I’m overwhelmed by the pleasure of being inside her that I almost can’t move. Stalling for a moment so I don’t blow my load, I kiss her hard. My palm strokes roughly down her cheek and down her throat. I pin her gently to the bed. Cage my little animal and keep her for myself. Pulling away from our kiss, I watch her feral brown eyes gleam. I give her neck a little squeeze, letting her know she’s mine and doesn’t get to leave me. She must understand my unspoken words because she smiles.

  I buck into her hard, making her scream. I attack her lips with mine. Gentle and soft doesn’t work for someone like her. She’s wild and I want to be wild with her. We bite and suck and fuck. I’m getting close to nutting when I remember I don’t have condoms. I don’t want to finish on her stomach, but it’s better than knocking her up.

  The thought of Eve filled with my kid and unable to leave my side is a maddening thought. I could claim her right now. Keep her forever.

  I may be fucking a teenager, but I’m not an asshole.

  With a groan as my nuts release my seed, I reluctantly pull out my spurting dick and splatter her pretty red pussy with my cum. Then, I rub the cum with my fingers all over her clit roughly until she screams out my name in pleasure. The moment she’s found her release, I fall on top of her, pinning her small body with mine.

  Small.

  Like a child.

  Fuck.

  Regret hits me right in the stomach, yet I don’t move.

  Why?

  Because she’s running her fingers through my hair and humming “Stairway to Heaven” by Led Zeppelin. Of course I don’t fucking move. I’m transfixed by her. Obsessed. Completely out of control. I love her and it’s insane. It’s against the law. It’s wrong.

  Yet my dick is already hardening at the thought of having her again.

  Hard as stone pressed a
gainst her thigh, still wet from her juices. It would be easy to… One small adjustment and my dick is sucked back into her warmth. It feels right being inside her. Like we fucking belong together.

  This time, we make love slower. Calmer. More touches. More kisses. I catalogue every whimper and moan. She scratches her fingers along my flesh, marking me as hers. And when I come, I pull out.

  Of course I pull out.

  Any sane motherfucker would.

  But not before feeling that first squeeze of her pussy as my cock jolts with a burst of hot, claiming cum. I take that moment and save it as something I’ll remember forever. The moment I made her mine for one second.

  Tomorrow I’ll get condoms.

  Tomorrow.

  Tomorrow.

  I watch her as she sleeps.

  Peaceful and serene. Beautiful.

  Her dark hair is messy and half covering her face. Gently, I swipe it away so I can look at her up close, unobstructed.

  Last night, I fucked her.

  Twice.

  And then I washed her in the shower before taking her to bed with me. Now that the line has been crossed, I have no interest in going back. We’ve done the crime and now I just have to figure out how to keep from doing the time.

  I run my fingertip down her spine, dragging the covers down with it, and then along her ass crack. Her cute little ass has put some meat on it and I love it. My dick is hard as stone, but I don’t dare try to fuck her again. After the savage fucking last night, she’s no doubt sore as hell. I squeeze her ass before seeking out the warmth of her pussy with my finger.

  I play with her clit enough to get her to wake up. It’s swollen and needy, throbbing with blood. Makes me want to bite her there.

  “Morning,” I say, my words raspy from sleep. I continue to strum her clit in a teasing way.

  “Morning.” Her voice is breathy. “Your manhood is hard.”

  I chuckle. “Cock. Manhood sounds cheesy as fuck.”

  Her smile lights up my soul. She reaches toward me and grips my dick. As I play with her, she strokes me with expert knowledge. I wonder if she learned how to do that with her brothers or her father. If they were alive, I’d kill them myself.

  Pushing those horrible thoughts away, I focus on bringing her pleasure.

  “Atticus,” she murmurs. “I want you inside me.”

  How will I ever tell this girl no about anything?

  Answer is, I won’t.

  “You’re dry,” I growl. “Too sore.”

  “Make me wet.”

  The challenge in her tone is my undoing. I scoot down the bed and mimic her position between her spread legs. She makes a choking sound when I spread her cheeks and lick whatever sensitive flesh I can find. I want my tongue in every crevice of her. I want to own her everywhere. My tongue circles her asshole and teases it for a bit before finding her swollen pussy. I suck on her lips and run my tongue along her slit, seeking out her musky taste. Each passing second, she gets wetter for me. Needier. Desperate to quench my thirst for her. When I’m sure I have her good and wet, I spit on my hand before stroking my dick.

  “Ready?” I ask as I crawl up her small body.

  “Mmmhmm.”

  I run the tip of my dick down her ass crack, teasing her asshole and pressing slightly against it. I want inside every one of her holes. I’m fucking crazed for her now and I don’t know what to do about it except give in. She cries out when I push in the crown. As much as I want in here too, we need lube for that. Reluctantly, I pull my mushroom head from her tiny asshole and then tease her juicy cunt. Her fingers fist the blankets when I push all the way into her with one hard thrust.

  Heaven.

  Being inside her is fucking heaven.

  I’m crazy for her and I don’t fucking care what a prick that makes me. Pressing my hands down over her wrists, I spike my hips forward, reveling in her moan. Her body is slippery and inviting. An accomplice to my crime. I squeeze her wrists to the point she yelps, which makes my dick thump inside her.

  Fuck, I’m losing control.

  I want to pin her down and fuck her forever. Fill her up and breed her. Keep her, goddammit.

  “You like this, little girl?” I groan, my teeth nipping at her ear.

  She nods. “More.”

  I shove her arms up under the pillows, my grip still tight, as I flex my hips hard. Over and over. Our bodies make a slick slapping sound that fucking sings to me. I nip her ear, her throat, her shoulder. I try to bruise her with my teeth because she’s mine and I need to see it whenever I look at her. Each time I bite her, she clenches around my dick. Eve’s my wild fucking animal. Of course she loves this shit.

  Harder and harder.

  I pull out almost all the way and slam back into her, making her scream. The entire bed shakes and the dog whimpers nearby. I don’t fucking care. We can break the bed for all I care. I’ll buy a new one. Bringing her wrists together, I take the two tiny things in my large hand and rake my fingertips roughly down her body to her hip with my other. Then, I dive my hand beneath her, seeking her clit. I know when I have it because she cries out.

  “Good girl,” I growl. “I’m going to make you scream because you’re mine. My girl. My sweet fucking teenage wild girl with a tight little pussy that was made for my cock.”

  My dirty talk sets her off because she explodes like a bomb. I pinch at her clit, raggedly thrusting against her until I find my own release. My nuts seize up and I spill. Hot and furious. Fuck. I slip out, my dick still spurting, and press against her tight asshole, just barely feeding the puckered hole the rest of my cum.

  Holy shit.

  I fall onto the bed, yanking her to me so I can comfort her and stroke her hair. “I’m sorry. I just want to…I don’t fucking know. Consume you. Eat you alive. What are you doing to me, baby?”

  She lifts her head, her plump pink lips curling into a smile. “Being a good wife.”

  I freeze.

  Wife.

  She’s still so fucked in the head over that shit.

  And because I’m a sick sonofabitch, I roll her over and kiss her to show her just how much I like that answer.

  Wife.

  Out here, in my cabin, we can fucking pretend.

  We’re not hurting anybody.

  * * *

  * * *

  I pace around the cabin, unsettled. Atticus is sitting in his chair reading, but I can’t sit still. Blind Bear sits in the corner, gnawing on a bone he found in the woods, happy as can be. I wish I could relax.

  “Come here.”

  The command is one I feel down to my toes that have been curling several times a day thanks to Atticus. He consumes me. Once he was freed from his mental cage, he’s been on me like my dog with his bone.

  I love it.

  I love him.

  My feet take me over to his chair. He pulls me into his lap, abandoning his book on the table. Against his warm body, I feel calm again.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Is it me? Us?” Guilt tinges his tone and I hate that. We’ve been fucking as he calls it for weeks now.

  “No.”

  “Then what?”

  I nuzzle my nose along his scruffy jaw, inhaling him. My tongue flicks out and I lick his Adam’s apple, loving his salty taste on my tongue. He laughs, making it bob.

  “You’re such a little weirdo.”

  “I don’t know what a weirdo is.”

  “It’s you, Eve. Licking me and marking me. Very cute, though.”

  I sit up, my eyebrow hiked up. “You’re a weirdo because”—I lift my shirt to reveal my breasts that wear purple bruises from his mouth—“you do it too.” I let the shirt fall back down and his green eyes glimmer in that predatory way that makes my heart beat faster.

  His finger trails along my throat. “I like these marks on you. They’re pretty.”

  I melt a little at his words. He sometimes says soft, sweet things that make my head spin. I’m m
esmerized by him.

  Toying with a strand of his golden hair, I stare at his handsome face. He keeps his hair down for me, though he puts it in his “man bun” when we go to town. I love it when it’s free and I can run my fingers through the silky tresses.

  “Something’s bothering you,” he murmurs, his brows crashing together.

  I massage the wrinkle there with my thumb. “No.”

  He rolls his eyes. “Nice try.”

  “I just…I want something, but I don’t know how to ask for it.”

  At this, he tenses. “Anything, babe. Tell me what you want and I’ll go buy it for you right now.”

  Atticus is a good husband.

  I pick up the book that has words on it I can’t understand. “I want to know how to read. Mother tried when I was a child, but I was more interested in playing with Esther’s hair or chasing butterflies. I loved to look at my reflection in the water and make silly faces or pick flowers for my mother. All her lessons were for nothing. I didn’t care then. I care now.”

  He pulls the book from my hand and sets it back down before squeezing my thigh. “You want to go to school?”

  I cock my head to the side. “I don’t know school.”

  “It’s a place where you go with other kids to learn—”

  “No.” I lean forward and kiss his mouth. “My husband.”

  He darts his attention away and clears his throat. “Fine. No school. But I can’t teach you with George Orwell’s 1984. If you don’t know any letters or words, then we need to dial it back to basic. I can pick up some learning books for children.” He winces at his words.

  “Yes. I want the books. Can we go now?”

  He chuckles, the tension leaving his body. “Yeah. You’re full of energy. I knew buying you Mountain Dew was a bad idea.”

  I stick my tongue out at him like I’ve seen them do on television when they don’t like what someone’s said. This makes him laugh and then he digs his fingers into my ribs. Loud laughter rips from my throat as I thrash. It’s too much. Too intense. Why am I laughing so hard? Tears roll down my cheeks as I giggle. He pulls me to him, stroking my hair.