by Lilah May
“Mmm, daddy issues. Kinky.” He grins as if I wasn’t being crazy talking about this right now, as if we didn’t just fight off a bear.
“Yup, exactly. My mother always said my father looked just like Dean Martin. Maybe that’s why I became obsessed. You know, I never knew my dad?” I just feel like sharing, telling him everything about me.
“I think Ava told me something about that. What happened?”
Suddenly serious, he seems fascinated, as if he’s truly interested in my past. Even though it’s just another boring sob story.
“I don’t know. My mother told me he died honorably in Vietnam. But later I realized the timelines didn’t match up, cause I’d have to be like 50 for that to be true. After some digging, I found out that he left her, that he had made another family without us. It’s weird to know that somewhere out there, I have two sisters and a brother.”
“I don’t understand. Why didn’t she tell you the truth? It seems so wrong.”
“At first I was angry, too. But after I had Ava, I understood why she lied. She didn’t want me growing up hating my father. No matter how bad of a father he was. She was truly a saint. Whenever I felt like giving up, I would think of her, how hard she worked to raise me all by herself. I miss her.” Another tear slips out from the corner of my eye.
“She must’ve been a very special person. I wish I could’ve met her.” His strong arms wrap tighter around my waist and I melt even more into his embrace. It feels so right, so soothing to be held by him, so gently, so lovingly. Where did he learn to be so kind, so deeply?
“Listening to you talk about your mother reminds me of someone else I know.”
“Who?”
“You, Lisa. You’ve been through so much for the sake of Ava. You’ve suffered for so long. She might not realize it yet, but when she’s older, she’ll thank you for everything you’ve done. But until then, I’m here and I know what you’ve been through, how strong you are.” He knows! He really has been watching me this whole time. I thought I was crazy for being depressed, for feeling so horrible this past year, for holing up in my house, unable to move. I thought I was so weak. But knowing someone knows my pain, acknowledges it and accepts it feels so liberating. I can’t help but burst into tears again and bury my face into the crook of his arm. He cradles me, rocking me gently. “It’s ok. It’s all over now. You don’t have to endure anymore. Ava is old enough to handle herself so it’s time to live your life. You’re finally free.” His deep comforting voice reverberates directly from his chest sending reassuring vibrations. I never knew words could soothe your aching heart. I didn’t know just being held could radiate this gentle warmth throughout your entire body. I nestle deeper into him, trying to get as close as possible to him.
“All thanks to you. And all I did was get mad at you.”
“No, I just helped things along, did those dirty little things I would never want you involved with. That was the easy part. The hard part was all you. You’re the one who had the strength to free yourself and finally move on.” Move on. It sounded so simple but it had taken so much doubt and fear, so much indecision and questioning, to move on, Move forward. All of a sudden, the future seems bright and all I want to do is walk forward into that bright future with Bobby by my side.
CHAPTER 41
LISA
I don’t realize I fell asleep until I wake up. For an instant, I think I just woke up from a nightmare. But then I see Bobby next to me, his arm draped around my stomach, as if protecting me in his sleep. I look around and I realize we’re in a cabin, a candle flickers in the corner, almost melted down. How long have I been asleep for? And whose cabin is this? The bed smells like Bobby, the entire place smells like Bobby. Is it his?
I lift the blanket off of me and look down to find my entire body covered with bandages like a mummy. Ok, that might be an exaggeration. My hands are wrapped in white gauze, the right one wrapped all the way up the forearm from the fox bite. My knees are wrapped the same. They smelled strongly of some sort of herbal remedy. My ankle is wrapped in something different, a stiffer, rubber bandage, with two sticks, poking out of it. A splint. Is this Bobby’s work?
I snuggle back against Bobby, nestling in. I’m OK. I’m going to be OK. Everything’s going to be OK. For the first time, I looked forward to the future. My future with Bobby. I can’t believe it. I want to pinch myself. Everything is perfect. Well, except for a few scratches and a twisted ankle. A small price to pay for true love.
I take a deep breath, his smell is soothing, like wood chips and fresh cut grass. My eyelids feel heavy again and I drift off.
The next time I wake up, I hear hushed murmuring. I open my eyes to familiar faces crowding around me.
“Mom! You’re alright! I’m so sorry.” Ava jumps on me and I groan, stiff from lying in bed for so long. Bobby’s immediately by my side, helping me sit up, leaning me against the headboard. Ava’s freckles are covered with tears. “I was so worried. When I heard what you did, I got so scared. I never want to lose you.”
“Don’t worry, sweetie. I’m never going to leave you.” I gather her up in my arms as she cries into my chest like she hasn’t done in years. “I’ll be kicking so long you’re going to want to sic the bear on me, again.”
“Don’t even joke about that! That was so stupid of you.” She slaps her hand against my arm, gently. “Although it was pretty fucking badass, too.”
“Ava, language.” She’s laughing through her tears. I ask the question that’s hanging between us. “What about the thing between me and Bobby?”
“Whatever. I have a new guy anyways. I met him at Bobby’s gym.”
“When the hell did you go to my gym? And don’t tell me you’re talking about—”
“Eli! He’s so cute! And he can beat up Bobby, too.”
“Oh? Is that what he said?” Bobby raises an eyebrow. “Just cause I’ve been out of the gym for a minute, he thinks he’s the king now, huh?”
“You better not touch my Eli!” she warns him, glaring dangerously at him before turning to me. “I mean, it’s still a little gross. Why can’t you get someone your own age?”
“Thanks, Ava.” It’s her way of accepting all this, Donald and Ariana, Bobby and me.
“I’m glad you’re alright. And we also give you permission to fuck Bobby as much as you want.” Patty’s there, too, grinning from ear to ear. Everyone I care about is here, worried about me.
“We made sure to leave Donald back at the camp or more like Bobby did,” Rob assures me. And everyone I don’t is long gone, just as it’s supposed to be.
“How did you all get here? Where is here anyways?” I’m still in a daze having no clue how long it’s been since the bear.
“This is his super-secret cabin that even his parents don’t know about. Seems like he’s got a lot of secrets we don’t know about,” Patty answers.
“And Bobby’s officially a billionaire now. So now he can order helicopters to wherever he wants.” Rob answers my second question.
“Billionaire?” I ask in amazement. Just a month ago he was only a millionaire.
“Do you remember Charlie?” Ava asks. Of course, I do. The Carters’ dog. The thought still makes my heart twinge. “Well, Bobby made an app that warns drivers of lost dogs in the area! He dedicated it to you and Charlie. Look! Look!” She has her phone out and is showing me some map with all sorts of features, but all I see is Bobby and his proud smile. How did I ever doubt him when everything he’s done had been all for me?
“Alright. Alright. She needs to rest guys. I’m kicking you all out.” Bobby steps in and shoos them away, knowing how taxing all this was on my body, even before I realized that I could barely keep my eyes open anymore. The last thought I have is that he still knows me the best.
It’s too bright. I try to cover my eyes but the light still sneaks around my hand. I reach out to find the other side of the bed empty and cold. I startle. Where is Bobby? Did he leave me alone again? The shock from last nigh
t has left me unstable and anxious. I need to find him. I can’t be alone. I struggle to slide out of bed when Bobby rushes through the door.
“What’re you doing? You should stay in bed.”
“I didn’t know where you were. I got scared.” I’m almost about to cry.
“Oh, my love. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” In one swift movement he’s sitting next to me, holding me and all the fear washes away.
“No, I’m sorry. I’m being irrational. I just—”
“It’s OK. You went through a lot. I shouldn’t have left you alone. I should’ve been here when you woke up.” He squeezes me so tight as if he wanted to meld the two of us together. If only we could. “Actually, I was just making you something.” He jumps to his feet and rushes out, excited. Does he realize he just left me alone again?
Not that I care anymore. That apprehension of waking up without him had calmed down. It’s kind of funny how he forgot all about it in his excitement. He comes back in waving around some stick.
“What is it?”
“It’s a crutch!” He hands it to me and on closer inspection, it does look like a crutch, but not one that’s been used in this century. More like the one Tiny Tim uses in a Christmas Carol. A simple T. But when he hands it to me, I see that it’s solid and well-constructed. The wood is sanded and smooth.
“You made this?”
“Of course! I built this whole cabin!” I look around and I can’t believe it for a second, but then again, it was Bobby. He can do anything he sets his mind to, with his boundless energy and unmatched intelligence. I mean, he’s already built his own company, become a professional MMA fighter, and apparently now, constructed a cabin in the wilderness.
“So?” He’s looks at me eagerly, his hair speckled with sawdust, his chest slick with sweat, smelling of the trees.
“It’s amazing. You’re amazing. Thank you.” I’m smiling and crying. I’ve been crying a lot lately. “Thank you. For everything.”
“You don’t have to thank me. I wanted to do it. I want to do everything for you.”
“You’ve done so much already.”
“And I’ll do so much more. I’ll give you the world. So you don’t have to cry anymore. From here on out, all you’re gonna do is be happy and smile that beautiful smile of yours.”
“Oh, Bobby. I love you so much.”
“I love you, too. Lisa.” And then, with two quick steps, he’s leaning down from above, kissing me oh so softly. I want to keep my eyes open but it felt so perfect, so divine, I end up closing them, overwhelmed by my love for him. I love him. I love him more than anything.
His strong hand is on my back and he gently lowers me to the bed, guiding my head to the pillow. His lips press harder against mine, and my lips open up automatically, wanting more of him, wanting to taste him, wanting him to taste me. I wanted all of him, every part of our body to touch and connect, every contact with his rough skin sending electric tingles through me.
His hands grip mine, our fingers interweave as our tongues intertwine. They glide over each other, our saliva mixing together creating a new, even more intoxicating taste of sweet honey and clovers that makes my head buzz. We can barely breathe, not that there was enough space between our hungry, longing lips.
His fingers let go and lightly trail over my skin, up my arms and across my collarbone, down to my tits. His hand grabs the heaving globes, clutching at it, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. My nipples are already tight and hard, drilling into the palm of his hand. His fingers enclose around the little nub, flicking it back and forth.
I arch my back from the sensation, my wet mound driving up against his leg. I needed him right now. I needed him in me, to fill me with his thickness. Reading my mind or his own desire taking over, his hand drifts lower tracing its way over my stomach. My legs open instinctively like my lips, and his hand finally slips between my legs. I cry out.
“I forgot you’re hurt.” His brow furrows, worried.
“No, no. It doesn’t hurt at all.” It’s true but I don’t think I would notice even if it did. Bobby and his ravishing touch is all I can focus on.
“I just needed to take you right now.”
“Please. I need you, too. I need you inside me.”
“What do you want?” Knowing I’m OK, his voice changes, deeper and more powerful.
“I need you inside me.” I whimper helplessly as his hand traces the lips of my pussy, his fingers teasing the opening, spreading the growing wetness over my clit.
“Tell me exactly what you want.” I hesitate. I’ve never used the filthy words like he did. It felt so foreign and taboo. “Your pussy knows exactly what it wants. It seems your pussy lips are sluttier than your real ones. Here, taste your slutty pussy.” He takes his slick fingers and smears it over my lips before sucking them clean himself. “Tell me what you want or I will keep teasing you.” He traces circles around my swelling clit, making me quiver from the anticipation.
“Please. Have mercy.” I beg, my body growing weak from his torturous touch.
“Say it!” He commands.
“I need your … cock. I need your cock in my pussy. Please fuck me.” My fingers are already wrapped around his throbbing member and he guides it to my entrance. I wonder if it will hurt, if it will tear me apart with its incredible size and girth. I’ve never even seen a cock this big before.
“Don’t worry. I will make sure your pussy begs to take my cock.” He drags the mushroom tip over the swollen mound, the rigid shaft pulling my pussy lips this way and that. A opalescent bead forms at the top of the swollen head, which he smears against my engorged clit, flicking the soft tip back and forth against it. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s preparing me for his taking. He knows I’ve never had someone like him.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” All I can do is whimper and nod, my breath growing short from the excitement and stimulation.
“Then cum for me. Cum before I ram my big, hard cock inside you. I don’t think I can hold back any longer. Cum before I lose control.” Nestling his cock between my blossomed pussy lips, he slides it against the wet opening, mixing his juices and mine, lubricating his entire length with my sweet nectar. He pushes the hood up with sensitive underside of the swollen head. He groans as he pushes against the exposed clit underneath, the hard ridges of his shaft grinding down on it. And a second later, my hands clutch tightly around his steady wrists, my fingernails digging into his skin, and my entire body trembles and tenses, my juices overflowing from my pulsing mound.
Before my orgasm even ends, he slams inside me, his broadness spreading me wide open, and I’m shaking underneath him again. He grunts as he enters and in one push, he drives his entire cock deep inside my pussy, filling me so completely.
Finally. He has taken me. I am his. And it feels just as good as I imagined. Even better. The incredible sensation overwhelms me and my vision goes blurry as I can’t stop convulsing, my muscles tighten and my wet pussy clenches around his throbbing cock. He groans, unable to move in fear of exploding right away.
Instead, he lets his heavy body fall on me as his arm snakes around my waist, pressing his hard chest against my breasts, his hard muscular body against my soft flesh, and I feel every part of his incredible body weighing down on mine. He leans down and kisses me, jamming his tongue into my mouth. I don’t want him to pull away. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, and pull him closer so I can feel more, I want more of him. There isn’t enough of him touching me.
“You’re pussy doesn’t want to let go.” He slides his cock slowly out as my pussy clings tightly to it. Only to slam it back in, making me shudder and moan as it drives into that sweet spot deep within that nobody’s ever reached before. He reaches a slow rhythm of pulling out and thrusting back in, his hard steel sliding against the wet walls of my pussy.
He has me on the edge already, and my fingernails to scrape across his wide back, before clutching at his bulging shoulders, pulling his rigid muscles close t
o me. He starts to speed up, our bodies sliding against each other, his hard abs on my stomach, his rippling chest squeezing down on my soft breasts, dragging my protruding nipples up and down.
“Oh, Bobby. Please. I’m so close.”
“Tell me.”
“I’m going to cum! Let me cum! Make me cum! Fuck me please and make me cum so hard.”
My words of encouragement seem to turn something on in him. His eyes turn hungry and I can see he wants to devour me, to make me his for good this time. His cock grows even larger inside me, as he continues to drive his pulsing cock into me, his muscular abdomen slamming down on my swollen mound. My pussy is stretched so tight, I feel every inch of his pulsing cock sliding in and out of the lips, dragging on my clit with every thrust.
The wisps of pleasure start to build up, bubbling from my core as he wraps his arms around me tightly, unfolding his body over mine, claiming my body as his.
“My tits. Please, my tits.” His mouth attacks them as his cock slams deeper and deeper into me, making me feel so whole, so complete. He licks at the nipples first until they swell and stiffen, begging to be sucked. But he doesn’t suck, he bites, his teeth digging into the hard nubs and the pain jolts through me, clenching my core and my pussy clamps down on his cock so when he starts to ram his cock into me faster and faster, every single ridge of his hot steel grinds against the sensitive pulsing flesh of my pussy. It’s too much and that ball of fire deep in my stomach starts to overflow with each pump of his cock, pressing against the perfect place in my pussy. My orgasm explodes from within and radiates outwards, rolling over my skin and shivering through my limbs. Bobby groans and I can feel his cock erupt, spraying his cum inside my pussy as he keeps slamming his hips against mine.
“I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” I scream as pleasure rips through my body and I cling to Bobby’s powerful body, locking my legs around his waist so he can shoot his cum deep into me. His jaw is clenched tight from the exertion, the cords of his muscles straining as he drives his cock even deeper, thick rope after thick rope of cum spurting against my womb. I feel his cock throb and jerk inside me. My pussy is filled to the brim with his seed and it starts to leak out.
