by E. C. Land
“You didn’t have to tell me this for me to understand that Alison is special and needs to be handled with care. But I will say this, I won’t take what she’s not ready to give. She’s my wife but only when she’s ready will I officially make her mine in every way possible. As for the rumors, Marc relayed the rumors he’d heard. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to deduce it’d been Alison who’d been attacked,” I growl, not wanting to speak of this with anyone. It shouldn’t even be spoken of with anyone but Alison, but this will only happen when she’s ready.
Until then, I’ll continue to take what she’s giving me now.
“Call me with the time to be at the airstrip and I’ll be there with Alison. Could you have someone pack her things for her? I’m not taking her out of the cottage until it’s time to head to the jet,” I say, speaking to Dean as he’s my boss, my best friend, and now brother-in-law.
“Yeah, I’ll make sure of it,” he confirms with a jerk of his chin.
Nodding, I turn on my heels and head outside to the car. I climb in, start the engine, put it in reverse, back out, and switch it into drive as I head in the direction of the cottage and my wife.
When we get to the States, I’m not taking her straight home. No, I’ve got a surprise for her and in that time, I’m going to start entwining our hearts together as she’s mine.
Chapter Ten
Alison
The past two weeks have seemed like such a blur, but not in a bad way. In fact, it’d been amazing, starting with waking up in the cottage to Mitch’s hands running along my spine and his lips pressed against my temple.
Evidently, that morning, I slept through him leaving to go to a meeting with my da. When he got back, he’d woken me up, the two of us ate a late breakfast, then he’d given me time to shower and get dressed for the day. My overnight bag, I’d packed, held a pair of yoga pants and a t-shirt that said I had two moods: ‘One - hello, Two - I’ll cut you’.
When I saw it online, it made me giggle and I bought it at the spur of the moment. I also bought a few others, like for instance another one I own says, ‘Hold on, I need to overthink this’.
Mitch and I spent the afternoon lying in bed pretty much doing the same thing as the night before after he got a kick out of seeing me once I’d showered. He’d read my shirt and laughed while shaking his head. We’d fooled around until he’d gotten a call. I protested at the interruption, but he promised to make it up to me, and he did. But not in the way I wanted him to, or at least not until the next day after we’d gotten off the jet.
The call he’d received was to tell him it’d been time for us to get to the airstrip. He explained we were heading home that night rather than the next day. Da met us there in order to say goodbye to me. I’d cried in his arms, wishing he didn’t have to be so far away from me. However, he’d promised to come visit Bridget and me soon.
Once we’d landed in the States, instead of Mitch taking me to his house, or well, our house as he called it, he drove us several hours away to a village called Frisco. He explained to me that this area is known as the Outer Banks. An area that was nothing more than an island that had water on two different sides.
I didn’t have a problem with this, because the next day I’d woken up to the sight of the ocean outside our bedroom door. I’d opened the door to hear the sounds of the waves crashing against the shore, and I couldn’t wait to sink my toes into the sand.
On sight, I knew I loved the beach. It’s nothing like I’ve ever seen before, and I, for one, have enjoyed it since we’d been here. I only wish Mitch would take things further than simply petting and heavy make-out sessions that leave me burning for more.
This morning with it raining and Mitch distracted by his phone, I grabbed my book and headed to the room that sits on the third floor with windows surrounding all sides. Underneath the window sill a bench went around the entire room. From here, I could see the waves kicking up with the wind. I could also still hear it through the windows due to the waves crashing being so loud.
Opening my book, I start where I’d left off last in my highlander book. I’m engrossed by the fact the highlander presses himself against a woman he’s married to but has yet to have sex with. Her refusal seems to drive him mad and he’s trying to win her heart over. He does this by turning her body against her. As I go to turn the next page, I find the book being plucked from my grasp.
“Hey,” I yell in surprise, lifting my gaze to meet Mitch’s but he’s not looking at me. Instead, he’s scanning through the pages I’d just finished reading. “I was reading that,” I announce, somewhat embarrassed by the fact he’s now reading what is the start of a sex scene in my book.
“Mo stór, you’re reading something that had you so consumed in its world that the house could have been on fire and you wouldn’t have known,” he says, the side of his mouth quirking up in the way it does when he’s amused. This thing he does when he smiles also causes my stomach to flutter with desire for him.
“Can I have my book back?” I ask, clearing my throat and holding my hand out for him to give me the book I’d been engrossed in as he says. Okay, so I was really into my book.
“I don’t think I want to do that. Considering you’re reading things that I would prefer you to be experiencing for yourself,” he mutters, tossing my book to the side and moving.
He doesn’t just move; he moves snagging me around the waist and lifting me into his arms only to claim my mouth. “Tell me you want me, mo stór,” he demands, breaking his mouth from mine.
“Ba mhaith liom tú níos mó ná mo chéad anáil eile,” I murmur honestly, needing him to understand the depths of my need for him. In the past two weeks spending time with him, my heart has opened to him. I’m sure most people would scoff at the idea of falling for someone so soon after meeting them but I guess you can say I’m not most people. I like to think things can happen as they do in books, even if they’re fictional. It doesn’t matter to me.
“Fuck, Alison, you can bring a man to his knees when you speak like that. Especially with that fuckin’ accent and breathless tone of voice,” Mitch growls, pressing his forehead to mine briefly before turning with me in his arms and carrying me downstairs and to our room. “I’d intended to come up there to get you for lunch, but that will have to wait now as I finally make you mine.”
“Yes, please,” I murmur when my back hits the mattress. Mitch’s fingers trail up my arms to the straps of the dress I’m wearing to peel the tiny pieces of material down my shoulders.
With us being here, we didn’t have much. Mitch had taken me to one of the many little shops and I’d bought a few dresses, some of them short, others long, and I’d gotten a few t-shirts and shorts to go with my swimsuits.
Right now, I couldn’t be more thankful especially considering Mitch is in for a surprise when he pulls the dress completely off.
It’s another thing I’ve never told anyone. I don’t wear panties unless I absolutely have to. Meaning when it’s that time of the month.
Mitch keeps his eyes on me the entire time. He makes progress in removing my clothes as well as pressing kisses to my skin. The dress clears my breasts and Mitch pulls back to look down at me. He’s seen me in lingerie from the wedding and he’s seen me in a bikini; however, he’s never actually seen me. Yes, he’s touched my breasts but never has he done this.
“Beautiful, mo stór, so fuckin’ beautiful,” he growls and pulls the dress the rest of the way off. I don’t miss the grin on his face as he finds I’m not wearing panties. Standing to completely take me in with such entensity that I catch my breath, Mitch slides his board shorts down his narrow yet muscular waist, exposing a hardness I’d felt but not had the chance to see it with my own eyes.
My eyes widen at the sight before me. Not only is the girth of him larger than I thought, but the head of it is pierced. “Um, are you sure that will fit?” I ask apprehensively.
“Yeah, baby, it’ll fit when I’m done with you,” he chuckles.
/> Uh. Okay. That I’m not a hundred percent sure of but I trust Mitch with my entire being.
Climbing onto the bed, Mitch spreads my legs to give himself room and lies on his stomach with his face right and center with my core. I start to ask him what he’s doing when his tongue slides through my slit, drawing a moan from my mouth.
“Mitch,” I whimper as he goes on to continue his pursuit of taking me with his mouth, devouring me as if I were his favorite meal. Something happens that I’ve never felt before and I’m unsure of what it is until he moves, pulling himself up over me. His shaft centered with my entrance.
“When you come, mo stór, for the first time, it’ll be on my cock. As much as I love the taste of your pussy, I need this as much as I’m sure you do,” he rasps gravelly. Ever so slowly, he sinks further into me until he’s all the way to the hilt. With him being as massive as he is, he gives me time to adjust to his size while he holds my gaze.
My body cues him when to move and no words are exchanged at this moment in time. And right now, there are none truly needed because as he stares into my eyes and I do the same, I can read everything I need to know deep with him them.
The sensation that started to build within me while Mitch had his mouth on me escalates to an even higher place as Mitch moves. His body pumping into mine with deep, controlled thrusts. The piercing he has rubbing against my walls makes the sensations shoot even higher.
Leaning forward, Mitch presses his forehead to mine, our breaths intermingle with each breath. My eyes lock on his and it’s as if something happens between the two of us in this moment. Like my heart was bound to his as his were to mine. Entwining in a way that is not only baffling but beautiful in a way I’ll always remember this one moment in time.
Mitch’s thrusts pick up speed and he sends me spiraling into my release. His mouth comes to mine as I moan into his mouth. Several thrusts later, he joins me when he finds his own release groaning into mine. Not once breaking us apart.
I didn’t know what to do after this but when he pulls out shortly after Mitch’s cock stops twitching inside me, he rolls without breaking our passion-filled kiss, taking me with him. I land on top of him and he situates my lower half until I’m straddling him.
And to my surprise, he re-enters me causing me to gasp.
Only when he’s inside me does he break his mouth from mine. “Definitely worth the wait, mo stór. But now, I’m thinking our lunch is going to have to wait for a while ‘cause, baby, I need to take you again and again. In fact, I don’t even think I’ll be letting you up for air any time soon,” he growls, hands at my hips, grinding me down on his cock. This movement causes my body to begin tingling.
Oh.
My.
Now that’s something I don’t have a problem with. Smiling down at him I decided to do something to ensure this happens. “Bíodh do bhealach ghránna liom,” I say, telling him to have his wicked way with me.
Chapter Eleven
Mitch
Never in my life have I experienced anything like I felt last night with Alison in my arms. I have taken her with my body. Not even with Michelle did I feel this soul bounding sense as I made love to my wife the first time. I hate admitting that, but though I love Michelle, she’ll always hold a place in my heart, I’m starting to think that maybe she wasn’t the actual one.
I remember my grandmother telling me stories about soul mates and how you feel this connection in a way you’ll know in your heart no one else can compare to them. These stories she used to tell me make sense of why I’d decided I wanted to entwine her heart to mine.
Alison was always meant to be mine. Not just my wife, but my woman, the other half of my heart and soul. Entwining her heart to mine, I’ve got to say is one decision I know I’ll never have to go back and regret. She’s perfect in every way there is for me.
Throughout the afternoon yesterday after our first round, I spent most of the time deep inside her. We only took a break long enough for me to make sure Alison ate something. I also took time to relax with her in the hot tub with her pressed into my body.
Swear yesterday when I found her engrossed in that book and read a small portion of what she’d been reading, I knew I needed her. And it seemed she’d needed me as well. Because the moment she spoke those words to me about needing me more than her next breath, that sealed the deal.
Alison officially became mine and I’m not feeling an ounce of guilt for not asking her about the fact she wasn’t a virgin or what happened to her when she’d been a teen. I won’t push her to tell me until she’s ready, but eventually, I’ll find out about it.
The rain stopped late last night and with it, I opened the door to the patio keeping the screen locked. I found Alison loves the sound of the ocean and is completely a beach baby even if she’s afraid to go in past her ankles. The day after we’d arrived, I’d taken her onto the beach where she confessed to not knowing how to swim and that she was afraid a shark might get her. I’d simply grinned at her, picked her up in my arms, and carted her further into the water. I declared she not worry, that I would protect her and keep her safe.
This progressed to being on the beach and in the water for the most part while we’ve been here. I’ve also taken her sightseeing, showed her the lighthouses, and even endured shopping as she’d needed clothes. However, it all is worth it when it comes to Alison.
Holding her tight, I stayed in place enjoying her in my arms as she still slept. Normally by now, she’s awake. The only other time I’ve known her to sleep in is the day after our wedding. Since then I’ve learned she wakes when the sun comes up.
Nearly right as the sun is peeking over the horizon. One morning, I even sat with her on the deck facing the ocean to watch as the sky lightening with its morning glow cast the night away with its brightness.
It’s a beautiful sight to see when it comes over the ocean.
I know we’ll need to head back home in a few more days but I’m definitely going to look into buying one of the cottages here or in one of the other villages. Hell, I might even see about getting this one. That way Alison can have that room filled with windows to sit in and read her books.
Her reading is another thing I adore about her. She’ll curl up in my arms with a book while I watch a game on TV or do as she’d done yesterday while I’d been on the phone getting an update on things that I normally attend to. In my place right now, Kenyon is doing my job and he’s claiming if I don’t come back soon his head is going to explode.
Alison stirs in my arms, sliding herself along my cock that’s pressed between her thighs. The slickness of her pussy helps me enter her as I press kisses to her shoulder.
No words are needed as I take her from behind while holding her to me. Alison moans and starts to pant. Gliding a hand down to her apex. I find her clit and circle it. This motion causes her to gasp with need.
Quickly, I pull out, roll her to her back, climb on top, and enter her in one swift move. I don’t stop, but rather, take her at a fast pace wanting both of us to find release together.
I’m already worked up from my thoughts of last night and it doesn’t take me long to find the release I’m searching for as I bring my wife to hers. Alison’s pussy clenches my cock, drawing the cum straight from the head, sucking it deep inside as she comes moaning my name.
Fuckin’ love hearing my name on her lips.
This is something else I never thought I’d ever want again.
Staying inside my woman, I lean forward and press a kiss to her lips. “Morning, mo stór,” I murmur against her lips, letting them brush against hers as I do so.
“Mhmm, morning,” she whispers, raspy with sleep.
“What would you like to do today?” I ask, pulling my head back enough to look down at her while bracing myself over her. I’m not ready to leave the depths of her pussy just yet. If I could, I know what I’d like to be doing all day is staying where I am. Though I know my wife’s body isn’t used to it and is probably sore from a
ll our activities.
“Um, could we go to the beach and then maybe do this some more?” she murmurs, cheeks tinting with a pink hue.
Grinning, I slowly slide within her once more before leaving her body. The gasp of protest that slips from her lips causes my grin to grow into a full-on smile. She didn’t want me to leave her just yet.
“Yeah, we can do as you want. Give your body a little while to rest. I’m sure you’re sore from not being used to the invasion,” I mutter and immediately regret my choice of words as Alison’s face pales.
“I, um, I’m sorry,” she utters, casting her eyes away from me all while trying to get up out of bed.
Yeah, not happening. I’m not letting that shit slide. She didn’t do a damn thing wrong and I’m not going to let her think otherwise. Reaching out, I gently yank her back onto the bed and into my arms as I sit with my back against the headboard and Alison sitting with her legs on either side of my body.
“What are you sorry for, Alison?” I demand, keeping my voice gentle so as not to scare her.
“Because I wasn’t a virgin as I should have been for you.” It takes all my control to keep hold of my anger as the sounds of sorrow and pain spill from her lips.
“Alison, mo stór, look at me,” I command, running my hands along her waist. When she does, I go on with what I need to say. “We’ll get to that in a minute about you not being a virgin bullshit. But first, I want you to know, not once do you have anything to be sorry for. What we shared was beautiful and the two of us are going to do that more. A hell of a lot more. I don’t care if you weren’t a virgin because I know without a doubt, baby, I’ll be the last one who takes you in any way . . .”
“But I wanted it to be only one person who ever took me,” she whispers, interrupting me, tears pricking her eyes. “I never wanted anything else. Or I should say in this part of my life at least.”
