by Nicole Snow
My hips bucked wild on his face, riding his tongue. His fingers dug deep into my thighs as he held me down, lashing me with strokes again and again.
Soon the stars were swallowed up in blinding white as every muscle in my body oozed sweetness. Tingling, burning, shooting up my spine, I writhed on his face, barely conscious of calling his name like a mantra.
“Firefly...”
My lover, my husband, my old man.
“Firefly.”
My love, my life, the outlaw I'd given my soul to.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, Firefly!” I screamed it, my entire body shaking as his wicked mouth sent a few final pleasure bursts streaking through my skin.
I'd love him forever. And the fact that he was so damned amazing at owning my body was just Reason One Thousand and One on the list.
“Hot fucking start,” he growled, pushing his cock teasingly against my entrance as I shook off my pleasure coma. “But we can do better than that. Everything we just did, that's good for a warm up, darlin'. You're gonna scream before this night's over. You'll come harder for me, Cora, and we'll both fuckin' love it.”
Harder? Oh, hell!
I reached up, brushed his Adonis abs with my fingertips, slowly dragging them down to the huge, throbbing perfection about to push inside me. Reaching for his shaft, I wrapped my fingers around it, and squeezed.
“Fuck, yeah!” he rumbled, closing his eyes as I stroked him slowly, up and down. “Just like that, baby. Make me hard as nails, ready to charge the fuck into you.”
It must've been well into the high seventies, and humid too, but goosebumps peppered my skin. I couldn't hold them back, knowing what was coming. I stroked his thick cock several more times, feeling it twitch in my hand, drooling pre-come just above my pussy.
Before, I was wet. Now, I ached worse, soaked like he hadn't just brought me off with the best oral pleasure I'd ever had in my short, sweet sex life.
“I need you in me now,” I whispered, trying not to bite through my lip. “Please!”
“No, darlin',” he said, grasping my hand and pushing it away.
He couldn't be serious?! I followed his eyes, turned toward something to the side, before they locked onto mine.
“Let's go.” With those two words, he picked me up, and carried me back to his bike.
For a split second, I thought the absolute madman was going to throw me down and ride off, both of us still buck naked.
He set me down instead. I pushed my toes into the soft Tennessee soil as he got behind me, took my hands, and bent me across the seat of his bike.
“Get a good hold, and keep it, woman. I'm gonna fuck you so hard that bike might flip,” he growled, kissing at my neck. His fingers pushed through my hair, wound it tight, and pulled, exposing even more of my neck to him. “We're making the only run that really counts, Cora. Not fuckin' stopping 'til the trees are shaking with your moans.”
Just like that, he pushed inside me. My eyes went wide and my fingers hugged the leather seat.
Oh, fuck. Holy hell!
Here. We. Go.
His cock drove deep, straight up to my womb, and then stopped for a second. His hands moved across my body while he held himself there, feeling me, listening to our breath coming heavier by the second.
“You love this shit, don't you?” His first thrust glided through me, stoking the fire in my veins.
“Yes!” It was hard to even speak with raw pleasure overwhelming my nerves.
His hand pulled my hair. The other wrapped around my front side, went low, and pushed between my legs. He pinched and flicked my clit while we fucked, hurling me out of my mind.
“Firefly...”
I whispered his name in between the strokes, saying it a little faster and harder each time he drove into me. The bike's wheels squeaked softly in the soil, supporting our weight, the only leverage I had to weather this storm of a man leaving me soaked and tingling to the core.
He tore me up each time his hips rolled, wrecking what little remained of the walls I'd put up since day one.
Firefly shredded me. Every thrust pierced deeper into my body, my heart, my soul.
Fucking wasn't supposed to be like this. It was supposed to be vicious, carnal, and crude.
But he did so much more than that. Sex with him was a trifecta.
Love. Devotion. Family.
Every rampant flick of his fingers between my legs struck like lightning. I held onto the bike like the edge of a cliff.
Anything to keep myself from collapsing in the earthquake that was Huck Davis, my Firefly.
He jerked my hair tighter, bending my face to his until my ear laid against his lips. “Fucking come for me, baby girl! Come just like you're begging me to. Your pussy's clenching like a goddamned wildcat, drowning my dick in your juice. Let it all run wild.”
I bent my head a little more, moving into his grip, and kissed him. He plunged his tongue into my mouth, quickening his violent, ass slapping thrusts.
Another second, and I was gone.
Just lost it. Right on the spot.
My body went numb, joining my fingers. They'd lost their feeling about thirty seconds ago, digging into the bike's seat so hard I almost broke my hands.
He jerked my head, forced my mouth off his, and I screamed into the night. Oh, God, I shrieked like crazy, straight to the heavens, spilling all the nasty things he did to me.
About ten seconds in, I heard him make the feral grunt he always did right before he was about to explode. Our bodies crashed together even harder, and he pinned me to the motorcycle, slamming his cock into me so hard his thighs clapped against my ass like I was getting spanked.
That sound razed me all over again. I came harder, feeling him balloon against my womb, right before his cock jerked fierce.
He flooded me. Groaning, twitching, smashing his body into mine. We hugged and fucked and came together, grunting out our pleasure, breathless by the end of it.
My pussy took every molten drop of him. Even though he'd given me a baby, it still wasn't enough.
I craved him, needed his seed inside me on some desperate primal level I couldn't understand.
My body was made to be a vessel, and I'd finally found the only man I ever wanted – the only man I needed – to fill the empty void forever.
Our lips pulsed together again as we came down from the high. Then he grabbed my hand, pulling it off the bike, shadowing me against him as he pulled out.
“Fuck me blind. Never thought I'd see anything hotter than having my brand on your skin, babe.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. That ring...” He held my hand up to his mouth, staring at the golden loop before he kissed it. “Hotter than the fuckin' desert sun. I want to see that thing sparkling every time you reach down and blow me.”
I turned around in his arms, facing him, unable to hide the smile twisting my lips. His words were filthy, but I loved them anyway. Every single one.
“I'm ready for town when you are,” I said, feeling my tongue sweeping across my lips.
I already wanted to taste him. Imagining those hard muscles twitching while I sucked him, rolled him against my tongue, and caused him to explode in my mouth...
He saw the glint in my eye and took my chin, turning my face into his kiss.
I'd become insatiable.
I loved Firefly. I wanted to remind him how much it all meant to me every waking second.
“Bullshit,” he growled, when he could finally take his lips off mine. “We're not leaving 'til I'm ready to crash in a warm bed. Let's clean ourselves up.”
He took my hand and led us into the nearby stream. Before I knew what was happening, clear mountain water rushed around us, barely up to our waists. Cold, but cleansing.
“Feels damned good rushing around you, don't it?” he asked, playfully splashing water further up my back. “Nothing in this world like cooling off proper after a nice fuck.”
He tossed more water up my back, massaging me in between. I
smiled, cupping a small puddle in both hands, and slowly turned to face him.
“Nah. I can think of one thing...”
I shivered, letting my body acclimate to it, before I spun around and threw it in his eyes.
Firefly stopped. For a second, we both stood there, my toes anxiously grasping at the soft, round pebbles under the water.
“Did you really just splash me right in the fuckin' face?” he growled, his voice turning stone cold killer.
Uh, oh. I folded my arms and looked at him, never losing the defiant smile tugging at my lips.
“If you really wanted a spanking before I'm in you again, babe, next time just ask.” I could tell he was trying hard not to laugh as he grabbed me, bent me over, and pulled me from the water, ass up.
Yeah, I thought, but where's the fun in that?
Who the hell knew? He showed me a different kind of fun a second later, rubbing my right cheek before his palm moved backward, winding up.
He spanked me hard as I clung to the edge of the dry rocks. My body twitched, shaking and overheating, knowing what would be making me shiver next, after his hands had their fill.
“Love you, babe,” he said, pushing inside me. I didn't think a man could get this hard again so fast. “Love you so damned much I can't even think straight.”
“Better work it out, then. We've got a lot of planning to do for the baby after this honeymoon.”
I tried to tease him. Nothing compared to the slow, tense push of his hips on mine, a thrust to remind me who was really in control.
I moaned. His teeth dug gently into my shoulder, and he slammed himself into me a few more times, pushing my throat into the cradle of his hand. Perfect for holding me in place, right where he wanted.
“Oh, darlin', we're gonna work it out like the end of the earth depends on it this week. If I'm holding your waist and you ain't naked, I'm not happy.”
Smiling, I let myself slip into the pleasure all over again. He sealed his vow with another sharp thrust of his hips, carrying us all the way home.
15
Forgiven (Firefly)
Two Years Later
We'd only seen this spot once since our honeymoon. This was the second time, and the whole damned world had changed, getting bigger and wilder like the stream in front of us.
Wished I could've ridden us in on my bike like the first time. But I had Lucy to tote around now on these family outings, plus another kid on the way. The truck would have to do, muddy and reliable, for hauling all our asses to the right spot.
Soon as we were out, I took Cora's hand, watching as she pulled our daughter outta the kiddie seat.
“Come to mama, baby girl!” she cooed.
That shit never failed to light up my face. She was as good a ma as she was my wife, my old lady, and hearing her say it reminded me I had two baby girls to look after now.
“I've got the canister,” I said, pulling out the box in the small compartment behind Lucy's seat. “Let's go.”
I held onto Cora's free hand as we walked down by the water. She put on a brave face, holding a smile, despite the hell up ahead.
My eyes crawled to the boulder just a few paces away from the stream. I stopped and remembered the start of our awesome fuckin' honeymoon, the first time I ever bent her over my ride, fucking the ever-living shit outta both of us.
I'd done that about a thousand times since. Real miracle was, it never got old.
Never. Ever. My grip tightened on her hand.
We shared a look while little Lucy laughed, locked in a memory that'd never be rated anything except X.
“This spot good?” I asked, as soon as we touched the edge of the earth.
“Yeah,” Cora said, leaning down to plant a kiss on Lucy's forehead. She giggled, and that got my girl to laugh a little too.
Thank fuck. We all needed to lighten up today.
Music to my ears, hearing both of 'em happy. The kid was too young to understand what was happening. A blessing, really. Cora was the one who needed all the bright sunny shit she could get just now.
The high summer sun gave us a little bit of that. Me, I'd give her the rest.
I reached into my pocket, pulled out my switchblade, and sliced through the tape holding the box together. The silver urn inside was smaller than I thought. Hard to believe a whole man fit inside it, scorched down to nothing but dust.
Ashes to ashes. I looked at my girl, holding out my arms. She traded me the kid for the can.
Lucy reached up and stroked the short beard I'd been sprouting since I added dad to my resume. “What you doing, girlie? You're gonna pull my face off one of these days. Girl's got her old man's strength.”
“Da-da-da!” Lucy purred, playfully tugging on my whiskers.
That stuff shouldn't make a man happier than a pig in shit, but it did. Hell, it made me a thousand times happier than all the Jack and whore ass I used to pound, a million years ago before Cora Chase.
I looked up as my wife let out a small laugh, all she could manage with her old man's remains in her hands. Pushing my chin lower into Lucy's small hands, I watched her screw off the cap, and crouch next to the water.
She looked at it for a second, unsure. The stream ran harder today, quicker and angrier than I remembered that night I fucked her in the water.
I looked through the trees, studying the path. “It's good here. That force'll be sure to carry it all down, spread him up equally. Whenever you're ready, babe.”
Suddenly, she straightened up, staring at the open urn in her hands. “I finally am. You know, I forgave him a couple years ago, the night we got married. Dust's advice helped.”
“Prez is always good at that,” I said, walking up next to her, holding Lucy tighter as I gazed into the water.
“Nobody helped like you, love,” she said, smiling and reaching for my hand.
I took it, squeezing her fingers in between her, me, and our little girl. “Whenever you're ready, babe. Let the man fly home.”
Nothing in the world could've stopped her from tearing up when she tipped the urn upside down. The three of us went quiet and watched while she emptied it, the dead man who'd brought her into my life disappearing in a slim smoke trail going downstream.
The water swallowed him up fast. She rinsed the urn in the cool water and stood up, gently shaking a few last drops into the roaring stream.
“I can't believe it took me two years,” she said softly, walking with me along the trees lining the water. “So much has happened to us, Huck.”
“Babe, we're only getting started,” I said, smiling as Lucy cooed in my arms. The kid couldn't decide if she wanted to take a nap or go for my whiskers some more. “We've got our whole lives ahead. It's been a helluva thing, these last two years, and the next two are gonna be wilder. Count on it.”
I grabbed her, pulled her into us, holding the babe in the middle. She was smiling through the tears shining in her eyes. Behind us, the stream shuffled faster, or maybe we just opened our ears to the steady roar.
“I love you, Firefly. I couldn't be standing here, doing this, without you.” She paused, looked at the kid, and then at me. “Not without my family by my side.”
“Gonna have a whole lot more of us next time we're here to pay our dues. Baby number two's coming up in seven months. Keep being beautiful, darlin'. You're giving me at least three more.”
Laughing, she punched me in the arm, sticking that soft little tongue out between her teeth. Fuck if my cock didn't twitch, deep in my jeans. Never stopped wanting her. When the sun caught her just right or she moved the right way – and she always did – it was like flipping a damned switch.
Even during the most somber bullshit, I couldn't turn it off.
Well, fuck the sad and black. I wasn't letting the heavy weight of the past drag us down. Not today, when we were saying goodbye to old cancers.
“Let's go, Cora. Back to the truck. We've got a long ride through the Smokies coming up. Lucy's gonna see every spot along the road
worth seeing before she's five, and then we're gonna do the same with her brothers and sisters.”
“Only if you save room for me,” she said, leaning into me for a hot, long kiss.
Goddamned, those lips. Those sweet, fiery, suckable lips.
They'd never get old. Not even when our hair turned gray and I'd be lucky to get it up for a third round without a goddamned blue pill.
Fuck that shit. Fuck it all!
This woman, this kid, this life we were building one day at a time meant the world to me, with my brothers coming in a close second behind it.
“Baby girl,” I whispered, sliding Lucy into her arms, and opening the door to the truck. “There's all the room in the world for you, wherever the hell I go. You're my wife. You know damned well where you belong.”
Smiling, she tucked our little girl into the kiddie seat. For a second, we stood there, watching Lucy doze in the open truck, my woman wrapped up in my arms.
“I've gotten to the point where I can say I don't regret anything. For real, Firefly. How about you?” she asked, a mischievous sparkle in her baby blues.
“Cora, you ask me silly fuckin' questions again, and I'm gonna remind you that when I lay my claim, there's no going back. No doubt. No regrets. Never-fucking-ever.”
One hand slipped down her belly, rounding her backside. I caught her ass and squeezed, growling as I pulled her into me.
She'd get it all later, 'til we were spent and flushed all over, just like we'd been hundreds of times before. For now, I'd savor her slow.
Fingers tangled in her hair, I buried her in another merciless kiss.
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