by Lynn Burke
“Why not?”
“I’ve never met a woman who made me think about married life and having children.”
Her green eyes twinkled. “You’ve definitely given thought to procreating, though.”
The memory of sliding into her wet heat turned my semi into a hard-on. “The act of it, yes.”
Dani’s attention dropped to my tented towel. “I’ll take a guess and say that’s what you’re thinking about right now.”
“Yes.”
She set her wine on the coffee table and dropped to the floor on her knees in front of me. Locking her gaze on me, she slid her hands up my thighs beneath the towel, her thumbs running in circles just shy of my balls. “What else are you thinking about right now?”
Her teasing touch stayed a breath away from where I wanted her touch and I slid my hips forward on the cushion, edging closer to her. “Your hands and mouth on my cock.”
The tip of her tongue touched her top lip as she shuddered. “There’s that honesty again…” She tugged my towel loose and took me in her hand.
I tangled both hands in her hair and pulled her close. “Suck my cock, Red.”
She ran the tip of her tongue over my mushroom tip. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered before taking me deep.
My head thumped back against the couch as her warm mouth closed over me, sucking, teeth scraping. “Fuck.”
“Mmm,” she hummed her agreement around me, and I thrust deep into her throat.
I lifted my head and watched her lips slide up and down my cock, her saliva glistening along its length. “That feels so gut, Red. So fucking perfect.”
She rolled my balls in her hand, tugging and squeezing. Taking me deeply again, she swallowed, her throat tightening around my head.
As much as I wanted to shoot cum down her throat, I wanted to sink into her pussy again, watching her face as she came undone beneath me.
I pulled her off me and swept her into my arms while standing, palming her ass. She wrapped her legs tight around me, and without a word, I carried her up the stairs to her bedroom. I flicked on the lights and lay her down on the bed, my cock pressing against the junction of her thighs, my lips caressing hers. I licked the taste of wine from her mouth, inhaled her breath—wanting to breathe her soul into mine.
Pulling away from her mouth, I started to blaze a trail of lingering, wet kisses down her throat, between the valley of her breasts. I gathered the plump mounds in my hands and rolled one nipple between my fingers while drawing the other deep into my mouth.
Dani arched her back, her fingers twining in my hair. “Mmm.”
Deciding on gentleness, I moved down without a bite or pinch across her flat stomach, inhaling her musky, sweet scent as my nose brushed her curls.
She spread her legs wider and sighed as I dipped my head between her thighs, tongue darting out to taste her. Her tang hit my taste buds, better than any dessert I had ever tasted. I probed deep with my tongue, searching out more, her hips lifting and hands holding me close.
I wanted to grab her ass cheeks. Dig my fingers into her flesh—but I expected my hand prints on her cheeks still stung. Instead, I spread her thighs wide and nuzzled, licked, and sucked every inch of her sweet pussy.
My cock throbbed, smearing pre-cum on the sheets as Dani moaned beneath my touch. “Tell me what you want, Dani,” I said, lifting my focus to her face.
Passion-hazed green eyes met mine. “I want you inside of me. Now.”
I crawled up her body and thrust deep, our mouths and bodies coming together in a rush. Adrenaline shot through me as her wet heat clamped down around me, and I groaned into her mouth, fighting for control.
Dani wrapped her legs around my waist, her hands still in my hair as we rocked together, sharing our breath and heartbeats. The ache slammed into my chest again as I lifted enough to peer into her eyes.
“Is this what you wanted?” I whispered, nudging deep inside her body.
“Yes.” She pulled me down, and our mouths fused together, tongues dancing and tasting.
I wrapped my arms around her and sat up on my knees without breaking our kiss. One hand in her long curls, the other on her hip, I gyrated my hips as she moved on my cock.
She tore her lips from mine, gasping as I tugged on her hard nipple. Her mouth latched onto my neck, and I pinched harder as she bit down.
“Fuck.” Pain radiated from her teeth as she sucked on my neck, and I pressed deep into her.
With a groan, she released her teeth’s hold and our mouths crashed together again. Needing to go deeper—harder—I lay her back down and thrust into her over and over, small sounds of need escaping between our lips.
She bucked beneath me, crying out, her hands clasping my back, fingernails pressing into my skin. Her moans heightened, and I recognized the hitched breath she always caught before coming.
I grabbed her ass with one hand and thrust deep as she climaxed around me.
“God, Abel!” She raked her fingernails down my back, the sting bringing on a frenzy in my blood.
Growling and grunting, I slammed deep and hard until a tidal wave slammed over me, ripping my orgasm from me, spurts of cum jerking from my cock with each thrust.
I fought for breath, my forehead on the mattress beside her head, her legs’ hold on my waist loosening. Without a word, I slipped from her body and pulled her back against me, the feeling in my chest pleasant satiation.
Chapter Fourteen
A songbird tweeted as a cool breeze rippled over my face. I forced an eyelid open at the same time I became aware warmth cradled my side and chest, and a leg draped over mine in the pre-dawn hour.
“Oh, shit,” I whispered, clenching my eyelid shut before opening both eyes and lifting my head.
Dani lay half over me, her cheek resting on my chest, red curls spilling across my neck. For the span of a few heartbeats, I soaked in the heat of her soft body, how well her soft curves fit against me.
Another bird tweeted, the lace curtains fluttered in the window, drawing my gaze off the angel wrapped around me. Dani’s alarm clock read four thirty-six.
I hadn’t meant to fall asleep and spend the night. Too many chores needed attending first thing in the morning—mainly milking the cows.
Inhaling a deep breath, I ran my hand over the curve of Dani’s ass, up her back, along her jaw toward her lips. My cock stirred as she did, an audible exhale and happy sound escaping her as I traced along her lips, my other hand tugging on her nipple.
She opened her mouth and bit the pad of my thumb.
My entire body tensed to attention. With a groan, I pulled her completely on top of me, her moist warmth cradling my hard-on.
Red curls spilled around us as I fought to make out her green eyes in the dim light. “Morning,” I said, shifting my hips beneath her, rubbing my length through her folds.
“Mmm.” She smiled and shimmied against me. “Morning.”
I grabbed hold of her ass cheeks and squeezed. “I’ve got to go milk the cows.”
Dani pouted and leaned down to brush her lips against mine. I moved again, sliding my hard-on against her slickening pussy. “But first,” I whispered against her lips, lining my cock up, “I’m going to fuck you.”
Digging my fingers into the flesh of her ass, I thrust, filling her pussy with every inch I had to offer.
She gasped and arched against me, a deep groan following as I slid out and thrust again. “Oh my God, Abel.” Lower lip between her teeth, she half-sat, putting her palms against my chest and digging her nails into my skin.
A rush of adrenaline swept up through me as she shifted her hips forward and back in time with my thrusts. Her head tipped back, and I released my hold on her ass to grab her jiggling breasts.
I pulled her down and lifted my head. She ground against me as I suckled her nipples and bit down.
“Don’t stop.” Dani gasped as I bit again. “Fuck.”
She worked herself on my straining cock as my hips moved of their own accord. Tin
gles swept up through my legs into my tailbone, and I grit my teeth to hold back.
“I want you to come with me, Red,” I ground between my clenched teeth while slipping a hand between our bodies. I pinched her clit between two fingers and bit down on her nipple.
“Holy—” She shuddered around my cock and cried out.
I thrust harder. “That’s right, Red. Fuck me.” Twice more, I slammed into her convulsing pussy before my balls exploded in relief, filling her with my cum.
“Gut Gott.” I emptied and shuddered one last time as her boneless body draped across my chest. I sucked in oxygen, clenching my eyes shut.
The best way to wake up. The only way to wake up.
I grinned, although the nagging thought of bellowing cows with full udders poked at my brain.
Wrapping my arms around Dani, I squeezed and kissed the top of her head. “I’ve got to go.”
She sighed and rolled off me, and the morning air from the opened window swept over my damp skin, cooling me.
I grabbed a couple of tissues off the bed stand and wiped between her limp legs as she burrowed her face in the pillow. Pulling the blanket up to her chin, I whispered, “Go back to sleep.”
One last kiss to her forehead and I jumped off the bed. I grabbed my clothes off the floor, taking note of the lighting sky.
I tugged on my trousers, stumbling as I shoved my second leg into the pants.
Dani giggled.
Yanking the trousers up, I glanced at the bed. Tousled, sleepy-eyed, and glowing. I took a mental picture while slipping my shirt on. My fingers messed up the buttons twice before I tore my gaze from the most beautiful sight I had ever seen.
“I’ll see you Monday morning?” Dani asked as I tugged on my boots.
I didn’t want to leave her side, let alone wait for a few days to pass before seeing her again. “Are you busy tonight?” I asked rather than answered.
Her lips twisted into a half grimace, half smile. “Saturdays, I eat dinner with my parents.”
“Monday it is.” And, I’ll miss you every second until then.
****
I pedaled as hard as I could, keeping my head down and face averted as cars passed on the road south of the bike trail. The sun had risen high enough someone would recognize me, tightening my shoulders and clamping my hands around the handlebars.
Never again, I told myself while climbing over the fence onto my property. As much as I enjoyed waking up with Dani in my arms, I couldn’t allow myself to do it again. I could hear the cows bellowing their discomfort while pushing my bike up through the field, responsibilities settling onto my shoulders.
Feeling as though a rock settled in my gut, I ignored my racing heartbeat and the weakness in my legs. I put my bike away, hoping like hell no one would find out about my poor decision.
I shook my head as I stepped into the barn’s musty dimness. Memories of Daed and I taking care of the morning chores in silent comradery swept over me, tightening my throat. I could imagine his frowning at my actions, sure disproval that tightened the churning in my stomach.
Clenching my teeth, I sat down on the stool beside one of the cows and rested my cheek on her warm hide. Working my hands produced a hiss as milk landed in the bucket beneath. Negative thoughts faded to the background as I worked my hands and focused on Dani and how happy I was when with her.
Once I finished with the chores, I stumbled into the kitchen for some much-needed coffee and breakfast. My eyes burned as I stared at the percolator taking entirely too long. I wondered at the speed of Dani’s electric coffee pot sitting on her counter. Scowling, I got out the fixings for oatmeal and got that on the stove as the perking of the aromatic coffee flooded my nose.
I wondered again at the microwave I had used to heat up my dinner the night before, expecting it would make quick work of a bowl of oatmeal with raisins and fresh cream.
Technology certainly had its advantages.
Silence finally settled over me as I sat at the table, black coffee and oatmeal in front of me. I knew I ought to thank Gott for his provisions, but no words came. I shoveled in my sustenance, my thoughts once more turning to Dani’s soft skin and sweet scent. Her laughter and smile.
Twenty minutes later, I made my way to the woodshop and stood hands on hips, gaze roaming from project to project in various stages of completion. I went through the need-to-finish list in my head for the order being picked up in two weeks.
Deciding to leave the finish work on the chairs to Mr. Lapp, I checked on the written plans I had made for the buffet and got started. The scent of sawdust filled my nose, soothing the inner workings of my brain, taking me back to the closeness Daed and I had shared when working together.
Sometime later, a rap on the door sounded as it squeaked open, jerking my head around.
“Gute mariye,” Mr. Lapp said with a dip of his head. Matthew, his nephew followed on his heels.
“Gute mariye to you both,” I replied with a smile, slapping at the saw dust lining my shirt and pants.
“I hope you don’t mind us stopping by. I wanted to show Matthew the shop and introduce the two of you.”
“Not at all. It’s gut to meet you, Matthew,” I said, shaking his hand. “I heard you’re interested in woodworking.”
“I’d rather not farm, that’s for sure.”
“I could really use an apprentice if you’re interested.”
“I’d like that,” he said, glancing over my shoulder.
“I started in the workshop with my father a little younger than you are now.” I swallowed against the vivid memory of my father’s smile that first day I had worked by his side and angled to take in the beginnings of the buffet behind me. “There’s plenty of work to keep us both busy.”
When I turned back around, I found Matthew frowning and peering at my neck. “What happened to your neck?”
A tingling swept up my spine and across my face, heating my ears and cheeks. I lifted a hand to cover the mark Dani must have made on me. “Wh-what?”
Mr. Lapp paled as he tore his attention from my hand and clasped Matthew’s shoulder. “We’d best be going.”
Unable to speak through my rushed breathing, I nodded and turned back to my work. The woodshop door squeaked and shut.
Dread knifed my gut. What did Mr. Lapp think? He had paled…
I clenched my eyes shut, wishing I could turn back the clock and keep Dani from biting my neck.
“Shit.” The hoarse whisper tore from my lips. “Fuck!”
Glancing out the south-facing windows, the thought to take off for Dani’s and hide twitched my legs, but I couldn’t leave the only home I had known. The farm was my entire life. It’s where I had been born and where I belonged.
I moved to the door and watched as Mr. Lapp and Matthew walked up the drive. Once they disappeared over the hill, I sprinted to the house and ran up the stairs to the bathroom.
There’s no way Mr. Lapp didn’t know exactly what he saw, I thought while examining my neck in the mirror above the sink. Definite teeth marks dented my skin around a purplish bruise.
“Shit.”
I rubbed the mark red, but the teeth marks remained. For the first time in my life, I wished Naomi had decided on that makeup all those years ago—and left it buried in the bureau still standing in the girls’ room. Gritting my teeth, I scratched with my nails until I broke the skin.
At least there was no Gmay that Sunday. I figured the mark would fade within a few days and hoped like hell no one else came calling.
Mr. Lapp showed up two hours before dinner that same night. I answered the door, heart in my throat and invited him in.
Rather than move past me, his feet shuffled back and forth on the porch as he removed his hat without making eye contact. “As c-commanded by Gott’s Holy Word, I’m coming to you in p-private about your sins.”
I swallowed, trying like mad to still my racing heart. “What sin are you referring to?” My voice didn’t shake as I expected, and taking str
ength in my usual self-control, I straightened.
Mr. Lapp glanced up and nodded toward my neck.
I glanced over my shoulder, pretending to not understand. “What?” I asked, turning back toward him.
Clearing his throat, Mr. Lapp turned his hat in his hands. “The bite mark on your neck.” Unlike my voice, his came out strangled.
“This?” I palmed my neck. “I scraped it this morning when I fell off the ladder.”
Mr. Lapp’s brow furrowed, lips pursed, but I stood tall and unmoving, gaze unwavering.
“But the young woman on Monday…”
“Young woman … oh.” I forced a smile that I hoped appeared relaxed. “She stopped to ask me if I had any layers for sale.”
“Layers?”
“She recently rented a farm house up the way and wants to get some chickens. I told her to go to the Greenery.”
Gaze still on my neck and the bite I had made appear to look more like a scrape, Mr. Lapp slowly nodded. Doubt remained in his eyes as he lifted his head.
“I wanted to thank you for suggesting I take on an apprentice.” I smiled, my stomach still in knots. “I’m looking forward to working with Matthew. Could you bring him by starting Monday?”
“Yes.” Mr. Lapp nodded again, his gaze distant. “Yes, of course. Monday, then.” He nodded and placed his hat back on his head.
He ambled off, and I felt sure I hadn’t convinced him.
Lying lips are an abomination…
The remembered verse stung as I shut the door, closing myself in silence once more.
It’s always best to tell the truth, I swore I heard Mamm whisper as I returned to her kitchen and the cut up vegetables I had gotten out of the root cellar for a quick stew. I picked up the knife, but stared at the carrots lined up on the cutting board.
I was well aware of my sins. Well aware of the sexual filth I had become wrapped up in and the overwhelming urge for more raging inside of me. Such thoughts and actions kept me mired in the cesspool at the slippery slope’s bottom, but I couldn’t bring myself to repent. My desire for Red, for the satisfaction and happiness she brought to my life, overshadowed all else.
