by Dee Ellis
Tonight I was taking her. I had to own her. My need to own her, as barbaric and fucked up as it was, just got worse the more I thought about leaving. I knew soon I had to head home and wait for her to follow. Hope she knew her home was with me now. Hope that our promises were enough.
Even though I was here to fight for her, those words about her burying one man had ate away at me all night. I didn’t want to hurt her ever again but that’s something I can’t truly promise her. Watching her with them tonight, seeing the laughter laced with pain, I thought this place could never be her home. That didn’t mean I had to be.
The idea of being selfish with her because I loved her had driven me to suggest I leave. Walk away from her to spare her more pain. I loved her so fucking much it made me ache. I wasn’t good enough for her, we all knew that. Now I didn’t care if I was or not. Charli wanted me so she was getting me. Good enough or not, Charli was mine and I needed to prove it to us both.
“Do whatever you want.” Charli murmured, her pussy soaked from her come, her body pliant and hot for me.
“Fuck yes I am,” I shoved my sweats aside and slid my cock between her heat, “I’m going to fuck your pussy and make you come again. Then I am taking this sweet ass, Sugar. I need it. You got me?” Charli just murmured a noise and shoved back against me.
“Yes. I get you, baby. Anything....just fuck me.” I smiled and slapped her ass. Hard. Charli almost came off the bed and the pink print on her ass made me rock hard.
“Bring that ass here. Take me inside, Sugar.” My hands cupped her hips and I let her guide me inside her slick heat.
“Yes...I love your cock. Please...fuck me hard. I need it.” I knew she needed the release only I could give her.
I wrapped one hand around her hair, yanking her head back as I sunk deep inside her. I needed a moment because tonight for a while, I thought I might never feel her wrapped around me again.
Charli wriggled against me and I brought my hand down on her ass again. Fuck I loved that sound. The cry she gave me when I spanked her. I wasn’t really into that kinky shit, but my girl liked it a little rough.
Charli screamed when I fucked her hard, and often came harder the rougher I got. I bent forward, sinking my teeth into that spot on her shoulder as I began pounding into her. Charli moaned, ragged and rough, the sound making me impossibly hard.
I got off on her pleasure. Nothing was hotter than making her lose her fucking mind because of me. Charli bent her arms back and when she gripped her ass in each hand, spreading her soaked pussy to me, I lost my shit.
“Fuck yeah,” I growled, watching as I sunk into her hard and fast, “open up for me, Sugar. Fuck that’s so hot, watching my cock pound that pussy. Fuck you like it dirty, don’t you Sugar?” My hand yanked at her hair again and she moaned, nodding as I rammed into her harder and harder.
“Yes....yes fuck me. I need to feel you inside me. Fuck me harder. Yes! Cage...” My other hand shoved between her folds, dragging the wetness to the little pink pucker.
Using her juices, I circled the ring with my thumb, over and over, murmuring to her gently. I wanted her ass but I didn’t want to hurt her. Which was why I worked her up so long with the massage and the rough finger fuck before. Charli was lost to her ecstasy as I shoved my thumb past the barrier.
Then I began working her to the same rhythm of my thrusts, pumping hard and fast in both her holes. Charli screamed out, fingers digging into her flesh as she came long and hard, spasming around my cock.
Jesus Fuck, I almost lost my shit too. Instead, I slid out and moved her hand to her pussy. Using the head of my cock, I spread her juices around her ass and then started to move.
“Keep touching that pussy, baby. Don’t stop.” Charli shuddered but obeyed, her fingers sinking into her slickness.
Slowly I pressed the head of my dick to the tight ring. Her pussy was so wet, her thrusting fingers made a slick sound as she obeyed my orders. Fuck it was hot. I pushed again, slipping past the tight muscle. Jesus fuck it was heaven.
I thrust once and was balls deep and she screamed out. My fingers grabbed great handfuls of her ass, spreading her so I could watch her fuck her pussy while I started to take her ass.
I barely moved my hips a few times, sliding in and out and she whimpered. Soft, needy sounds, not ones of pain. Then she bucked her hips, slamming her ass back against me, her fingers pumping faster.
“Fuck yeah. So fucking perfect, baby. You feel so fucking good. Don’t stop Sugar. You ready for me, Sugar?” Charli shot me a look back over her shoulder, eyes full of trust and sparkling with need.
That was all I needed. I began pumping into her faster. Harder. Watching her fingers sink deep inside her while I fucked her ass hard and fast. Jesus fuck it was the hottest thing I had ever felt. I never looked away from the sight of burying my cock in her ass. Over and over. Knowing every single piece of her was now mine. Claimed by me only.
Charli took me as deep as I could go and fuck if that wasn’t hot. My balls slapped against her pussy as I pounded her, the gentle strokes gone after she started loving it. Her ass slamming back against me, demanding more, taking more.
It wasn’t long before I felt an orgasm ripping through me unlike any she had given me before. I struggled with the desire to come on her ass or deep inside her. The primal desire to claim every part of her as mine won out.
“Fuck I’m gonna come baby. Deep inside you, you get me? Fuck it’s so hot to watch you fuck yourself while I take this ass. Shit...Charli, make yourself come again. Come on, come with me Sugar.” I pumped a few more times then watched her pussy clench around her fingers then I was coming harder than I ever had before.
“Oh fuck! Cage!” Charli collapsed onto the bed, taking me with her.
“Jesus, fuck.” I rose up on arms braced on either side of her head, staying seated deep inside her.
My cock was hard still so I pumped a few more times as she let out muffled cries into the pillow. Pressing open mouthed kisses all over her damp back, biting here and there, I slid out.
Shoving a hand beneath her stomach, I lifted her enough to let me sink inside her swollen pussy. With my knees on either side of her hips, I fucked her slow, angling her head back so I could take her mouth.
Charli whimpered and pleaded and fuck it just made me harder. For what felt like ever, I took her slow and gentle, sinking so deep I bottomed out against her ass then drawing out so far my cock hit her clit.
Charli was trembling and mewling when I picked up the pace, chasing another release for us both. Nothing felt as good as being inside her, feeling her pleasure rocket through her. My hand moved to cover her pussy, spreading her to me and letting my palm grind against her swollen clit.
“I love you so fucking much,” I was almost shouting as I slammed into her again and again, “you make me feel like a fucking king, Sugar. I won’t let you go. You belong to me. Tell me.” Where I was getting this stamina after coming so hard, I had no idea.
“Yes baby. I belong to you. Please. Your cock feels so fucking good. God, fuck me baby. Fuck me. Make me come again.” And I did, burying myself in her heat once more, we came together, shuddering and whimpering from the release.
Sometime later, I carried her to the bathroom after running a bath for us both. Sinking into it, cradling her to my chest, I washed her gently. Took care with her backside and her tender lady bits. I had never lost control like that with her. I left teeth marks on her back and shoulders, bruises at her hips and ass. I knew she would be tender tomorrow.
I kind of hated myself for turning so carnal. I never wanted to hurt her, especially not when we were fucking. That was not my thing and she liked it rough but not like that. I wanted her to always want me and love the things I did to her. If I scared her by being too rough or pushing her too far, it might kill me. I pressed kisses all over the marks I left, watching her with cautious eyes.
Charli shifted in the water, angling her knees between mine as she pressed her tits to my chest.
Watching me, she pressed a lush kiss at the tattoo bearing her name. A few days before things went to shit, I told her I was working late. Really, I had gone with Finn to get the tattoos. He knew what the one at my chest was about, but I refused to answer about the one at my finger.
The finger that hit her spot just right and made her come for me. It had been a last minute thing but I knew it was perfect. I had done all I could to avoid her seeing the tattoos since then. Cupping her left breast, I flicked my thumb over the nipple, then drug it over the spot I told her I wanted my name to go.
“Soon as you get me home, baby. Look at me,” My eyes struggled to meet hers, afraid of seeing fear or pain after what I’d just done to her, “you stop it right now, Cage Cooper.” At last my eyes really looked at her; saw her flushed face, her swollen lips hitched up in that sexy smile and her eyes frothy and light.
“I never.... I never lost it like that before. I hurt you.” I touched her shoulder were my teeth marks were fading slowly.
“Oh no baby,” Charli lassoed her arms around my shoulders, her hands rough in my hair, “no Cage. Sometimes pain can be beautiful. To please me. To please yourself. You needed it so you took it. I always want to be whatever you need, Cage. I love you.” Her pretty words might have worked if I didn’t see the bruises already darkening her creamy skin.
“I won’t do that again. I won’t ever do any of that again.” I growled, disgusted with myself; I had been pissed when I decided giving her up felt like the best thing I could do for her. Fucking her savagely had been my release.
“Abso-fuckin-lutely you will. We are intense, obsessive, and reckless over each other. Don’t you dare take it easy on me. Don’t you dare tell me we need to cool the way this burns us both up. I love you and I love your filthy fucking mouth and when you slap my ass while you fuck me hard and when you push my limits and make me come until I can’t see,” I cursed my dick as it stirred in the water.
“I love when you hold me close and whisper how much you need me and how beautiful I am to you. I love when you smell my hair when you snuggle in bed with me and when you watch me laugh at Tales From the Crypt. I love you Cage. I love that you fucked up and chased me any way. I love that you let me run just long enough. I love that you thought I might let you run. I fucking love you, Cage Cooper.”
Since I couldn’t really top those pretty words, I kissed her till she shut up. Then I spent the rest of the night taking care of her. Washing her hair and kissing away the bruises. Washing over her silky soft skin, spending a lot more time than was necessary on her beautiful tits. Then like that first time, I dried her off, rubbing at her long hair until it was barely damp.
I carried her back to the bedroom, though she protested feebly. I knew she loved when I doted on her. I fed her leftover cake from dinner, tasting the rich chocolate when I kissed her as we cuddled under the blankets. We were quiet for a long time before she started to doze off, propped on my chest as I played with her long hair. Just before she was out, she said one last thing that let me fall asleep soon after.
“No more running. Standing still feels so much better, baby.”
Charli
Apparently guns and beer before the sun rises bonds all men. I had heard this myth but my boys proved it fact. After coming home with some small game they had spent most the morning hunting, killing, then cleaning the boys were the best of pals. I had done my best to talk Cage out of it, even as he tugged on Cash’s too tall pants and a bright orange stocking cap. He would not hear of it.
Said he was a man’s man, just like my brothers and he had something to prove. I knew he thought he had to sell himself to them, but I had already bought and paid for him. He was mine and I wasn’t giving him back, even if he needed work. When I stood on the porch, hot mug of coffee in my hand and flanked by their wives, I silently pleaded with my brothers.
“Relax, Cupcake, I promise to return him in the same fashion we found him. More or less.” Colton smirked and pressed a lingering kiss at Sadie’s mouth, then a chaste one at my forehead then Maisie’s.
“You better, god dammit. I like all his parts just where they are so they better come back fully functioning, assholes.” Cash was whisper arguing with Maisie beside me; the two loved so passionately if you didn’t know them, you’d swear they were enemies.
“Love you too princess. Look,” Cash let out a heavy sigh and glanced past me into the house where Cage and Colton were grabbing coffee, “it’s how we get to know him, Cupcake. Don’t think the two of us can run that man off, Cupcake. Seems pretty intent to stick beside you no matter what we throw his way. Got to respect a man who doesn’t take our shit.” This was high praise coming from Cash so I let him give me a one-armed hug. I might have even squeezed back.
“I love you, Sugar. I am fairly certain I earned whatever they might have planned. Be home soon.” Then, cautious of the eyes on him, he had given me a sweet, promising kiss and jumped into the massive diesel that had woke me up an hour before.
Four hours later we were laughing around the fire place, me settled firmly at Cage’s lap as I tended to more bruises. Not caused by my brother’s fists, so that was a new development. What they had planned included climbing into tree stands that maybe weren’t meant for three massive men. Cage was the first to figure this out, the bruise by his temple and the gash in his ear evidence of as much.
Somehow though, Cage had charmed them. No surprise there. It was hard not to love Cage Cooper. I had decided the night before, after his selfless attempt to run had left me overwhelmed with fear and panic, I was done doing anything that didn’t resemble loving him.
Still I had to stay and make amends here, and I only had him here for the rest of the week to support me. To help me fight my ghosts. I had a lot of truth to lay out, a lot of final words to get said. I had decided to tell my brothers about Tucker, I had long assumed the girls’ knew. Also, his family.
I had raced out of town and I knew it had upset them because we had been close my whole life. His sister was my best friend since grade school. Then I had to tell my brothers the truths about how their abandonment, and our daddy’s, had nearly wrecked me. I would work to get mom’s shop up and running like she would have wanted it.
I loved the girls more than I could say for wanting to do that for my family. For all of us. Cage was struggling with my decision, but I knew he wanted me to walk away from this town the right way this time. Because other than visits, I would not be coming back.
Cage, his fluffy faced cat, the cottage, Sara and Lola and the library; that was my home now. Cage’s sisters, and his amazing parents and the bodega where Jorge sold me cheap wine, that was my home. Sitting around the fireplace with my brothers and their wives, I wanted to make the most of the time we had before my truths ruined it. The ghosts Cage had offered to battle for me.
Now sitting there, he was battling one and didn’t even know it. My relationship with my brothers, since we lost Tucker, had been difficult. Cash, who was Tucker’s best friend since childhood, never wanted me to move on. Thought I owed it to him not to. Colton felt guilty for the two of them talking Tucker into joining at all. They just wanted to escape mama’s death and it had caused another.
“No way, no way! Maybe two hits, maybe,” Colton was giving Cage a hard time about his hunting skills, or lack thereof, “when you took a shot you nailed it. The manly fireman didn’t want to hurt anything.” The guys all laughed, even Cash, who had Maisie in front of him, rubbing her shoulders as part of his penitence for his dick behavior.
“I mean, did you watch Bambi? Shit broke my heart as a kid.” Cage shot back, hugging me close and kissing at my neck, whispering an “I Love You” that I still got gooey from hearing.
“True, true. I mean as sad as it is, that shit is delicious. Charli,” Cash kissed the top of Maisie’s head, “you think you can make mom’s stew? Show the girls’ how?” I leveled a look at him across the living room; I had considered making him grovel more after what he had done to Cage, and almos
t done to me.
“Maybe. I need some incentive.” Twisting on Cage’s lap to let my legs hang over the arm of the chair, my arms looped at his massive shoulders, I waited.
“Such as...” Cash took the bait, puffing at his cigar that reminded me so much of our daddy.
“Cage has to go home soon,” Instinctively I clutched him closer, “I want to give him the grand tour of Sumner. Then maybe a family night at the cabin?” I gave a wiggle of my eyebrows as Cage rubbed at my thigh, keeping his touch chaste in front of my family. Besides the bulge he kept rubbing against my ass.
“The cabin,” Cash looked at the fire as he considered my offer, “seems like a fair trade for mom’s stew recipe.” He puffed at his cigar and a bright smile, a real honest one, lit up his handsome face.
“That’s what I’m talking about! Man stew and the cabin? Good times are about to be had.” Colton laughed, snuggling into Sadie on the couch as Maisie stood to join Cash on the double wide recliner. Punishment over, apparently.
Sumner had little to offer in the way of grand vistas or breathtaking views. What it did have was a river splitting the city into two counties. Strange, as the city is barely a hundred miles across in all directions. The river ran along a sandy shore on our side of town and rocky cliffs on the other.
It was like two different worlds meeting. I took Cage there already; it was where I used to like to go to think. The rushing water seemed to sooth me and let me find the answers I was seeking.
Back away from the rocky cliffs were some cabins, a manmade lake stocked with fish and ducks and all manner of lake creatures. Our parents had bought one of the cabins after their honeymoon there and we often went there as a family for holidays. It was a place full of memories, both good and bad and I wanted to be there when I fought the last of the ghosts haunting my family.
“Cabin?” Cage murmured at my ear as his big hand slid between my thighs. Tauntingly close to my lady bits. I squirm, from the weight of his touch and the warmth of his wet mouth at my ear.
