The fierceness inside of me slowly dissipates, my pulse slowing as I let go of my fists. Damn, this is new. Whatever I just felt, it wasn’t just anger. Anger is something I’m used to. Fury and fire is something I’m used to feeling in my veins. But just now, the thought of her gone didn’t make me mad.
…It hurt.
The thought of Winona not being with me just fucking cuts me, like a knife to the gut. And slowly, as I move towards the bathroom door, I know what I’ve known for days — what I’ve really known since the moment I laid eyes on her: this is for always.
This isn’t a game, or if it is, I’m playing for keeps. And I’m keeping her.
My shirt peels away, my jeans dropping to the ground as I kick them off. My cock quickly hardens — lengthening, thickening, pulsing. It’s like just the nearness of her has it aching to feel her slick wet heat sliding round it. Or her mouth sucking it deep into her throat. Those soft hands stroking it, those moans whimpering for more as she feels me slide all the way inside her tight little cunt.
My hand wraps around it, stroking as I slowly push the door open. The bathroom is steamy and warm — I might live off the grid, but fuck, a man needs hot water. I’ve got a solar-powered boiler attached to the cabin out back, and Winona is taking full of advantage of it.
I growl, my eyes taking in the blurred shape of her through the clear shower curtain. She’s soaping her breasts, her head tilted back, hair wet and hanging down her back under the spray, the water cascading down those tempting curves and tasty skin.
And my cock lurches.
I move with purpose, moving right to the curtain and pulling it back as I step inside. She gasps, whirling, but when she sees it’s me, she bites her lip, blushing.
“I didn’t hear…”
Her eyes drop to my hand, wrapped tight around my rock-hard cock, and she breathes out a whispered moan. Her eyes drag back to mine, water pouring down both of us, and it’s like spark ignites the flame.
She moans wildly as we come crashing together, hands sliding over each other as I yank her against me. Our lips crush together, my tongue hungrily seeking hers as I growl into her mouth. My cock pulses against her stomach, trapped between us as I push her against the shower wall, tasting her whimpers as she rolls her body against mine.
“What's this for?” she gasps, panting as my lips tease down her jaw and further down to the soft skin of her neck.
“Do I need a reason?”
“No,” she moans softly, whimpering as I nip and suck at her neck and collarbone. My hands pin her hips to the wall, the growl rumbling through me as I kiss my way lower. My lips tease down over the slope of her breast, and when they find a hard, pink nipple, I groan as I suck it into my mouth. Winona cries out in pleasure as my tongue swirls over the aching bud, teasing her, making her shiver in pleasure. My hand slides over her hip and down between her creamy thighs, and when I stroke a finger over her pussy, I find her slick and ready for me.
Winona gasps as I suddenly drop to my knees, my hands gripping her thighs and pushing them apart. I grab one leg and slide it up over my shoulder, and her hands fall to my hair, gripping me tightly as she whimpers in anticipation.
“Fuck,” I growl, my eyes locked between her legs, the hunger rising inside as my cock throbs between my thighs. I can feel my balls boiling with cum, every nerve and muscle in my body on a hair trigger, waiting to claim her.
“Fuck, you’ve got a pretty little pussy,” I groan. “So fucking pink and wet and hungry for me. So fucking lickable. So fucking sweet. So fucking mine.”
I move in between her legs, and when my tongue drags ever so slowly over her tight little pussy, she cries out in pleasure.
“Damn girl, you taste like fucking sugar,” I groan, pushing my tongue deep between her folds and tasting more of her. Goddamn does the taste of her light a fucking bomb inside of me. My tongue swirls at her opening, pushing in and out like I’m fucking her with my mouth. And the taste of her honeyed juices dripping down my chin has my cock physically twitching and throbbing.
I reach down, wrapping a hand around it and stroking it. I can feel the thick, sticky precum leaking from my head, and when I slide my thumb over my crown and smear it over my shaft, I growl into her cunt.
My lips wrap around her clit, and I suck it lightly, making it hard and throbbing as my tongue teases over it. Winona screams, bucking her hips into me, her hands tight in my hair as she gasps. Water streams down over us, and the steam of the shower swirls around like smoke as I devour what’s mine.
“Oh God, Silas…”
She moans, her hands sliding over her breasts, fingers toying with her nipples as I tease her clit mercilessly. My hands tighten on her thighs, fingers digging into her skin as I pull her against my mouth. My tongue swirls over her clit, batting it back and forth and making her quiver as the pleasure builds and builds, until all I can hear is her moans filling my ears.
“You’re going to make me come…” she chokes out, her core tightening, her legs shaking and her honeyed cream leaking all over my lips. “Silas, you’re—”
“Come for me,” I growl into her. “Make this tight little pussy come all over my tongue.”
I suck her clit between my lips, my tongue swirls across it, my hands tighten, and suddenly, she explodes for me. Winona screams out her climax, her whole body shivering and trembling against me. I growl into her — tasting her, teasing her, licking her right through her orgasm as she comes against my lips again and again, until she’s panting for air.
…But I am far from done with my prize.
I stand, kissing my way up her body as she whimpers and trembles in her aftershocks. My cock slides between her thighs as I hook one leg with my hand and pull it up to my waist. Winona moans as she feels my cock head tease against her eager pussy. Her eyes fly to mine, our gazes locking as the fire burns between us.
I push in, feeling her tight, slick lips part for my thick crown as I start to ease inch after inch into her. She moans, clinging to me, her nails raking over my skin as I push my fat cock deep into her tight little cunt. I groan, one hand tightening on her thigh and the other sliding around to grip her ass tight, like it’s mine. I drive it in, and when our lips crush together, the both of us are moaning and panting as I slide the rest of my cock deep into her pussy.
“Oh fuck,” she moans into my lips, rocking her hips into mine. “Fuck that’s so deep.”
“Milk that cock, baby girl,” I groan. “Fuck, I can feel that tight little cunt gripping me and stroking my cock. I can feel your walls rippling up and down my cock like it’s trying to suck the cum right out of me.”
She whimpers, panting into my kiss.
“You want that, angel?” I growl, flexing and letting my cock throb deep inside. “You want me to pump my cum deep inside and fill this little pussy up until you’re messy with me? Until my thick white cum fills this little cunt up to brim, until it’s leaking out while I just keep fucking you?”
Winona crushes her lips to mine, her tongue eagerly seeking mine, and then, I start to fuck her. She screams into my lips as I draw back and then drive right back in, filling her with every damn inch. My balls slap against her as I do it again, driving hard and deep — fucking that tight little pussy and nailing her to the damn shower wall.
Her fingers claw at my back, her leg wrapping tight around my muscled hips and pulling me in as I start to claim her with everything I have. It’s ferocious, and fierce. It’s wild and untamed as the both of us slam together, her eager pussy swallowing every thick, throbbing inch of my big dick on every thrust.
And I lose myself in her. Everything else — and I do mean everything — fades away. The war, the pain, the losses. The fury at the world that drove me into these hills to forsake society and its rules. It all burns away in the heat of us crashing together. It gets lost in her lips, and buried under the cries of her moans filling my ears.
Everything goes white until it’s just Winona and me. It’s just two hearts thund
ering together. Two bodies crashing together. Two tsunami waves about to slam together.
“You want this cum, baby girl?” I growl into her lips. She whimpers, her pussy clamping down on me, tightening and rippling around me as her whole body starts to shake.
“I— Oh fuck, I’m going to come, Silas. I’m—”
“Give me that cum, baby. Let me feel that sweet girl-cum dripping down my cock and all over my balls. Let me feel you come for me. Let me feel that tight little cunt squeeze my cock as you explode for me. Give it to me, baby girl. Come for me.”
I drive in deep, my mouth clamps down on her collarbone, and Winona explodes.
She screams as her orgasm detonates through her, her whole body tightening and rippling against me. Her hands grip me so damn tight, and her leg spasms as it clamps around my waist, like she’s locking me balls-deep inside of her.
And it’s all I can take.
I groan, every muscle in my body tightening and rippling as I drive every inch of my cock deep against her womb and just let go. I can feel her pussy rippling up and down my cock as I blast rope after rope of thick, hot cum deep inside of her. I go blind for a second, gasping into her skin as more cum than I think I’ve ever come before explodes into her, filling her up so damn much that I can feel it squirting out from where we join and running down her thighs.
She clings to me, and me to her. Water rushes over us as we gasp for air, groaning into each other.
No matter what happens — no matter the outcome of all of this, this is all I need. Fuck the money. Fuck the demons of my past or the uncertainty of the future.
All I need is her.
Chapter 13
Winona
I’m still dreaming when it happens. And in that dream, I’m riding a wild horse, with Silas on one right next to me as we thunder over a big open field under the sun. I’m turning to him, and laughing as he grins at me, reaching out to touch his hand, when everything shatters.
Silas roars awake next to me, leaping to his feet in all his naked glory at the sound of the front door smashing in.
“Winona—”
He barely has my name out before the door to the bedroom crashes in, and suddenly, he’s whirling and charging right at the two men with guns who barge in. I scream, yanking the sheets up around me as Silas slams both of them to the ground like some sort of beast. But there are more of them — three more of them, and it takes me a second to see the “Sugar County Police Dept.” lettering on their uniforms.
Oh shit.
Silas bellows as two of them grab him and bring him down, cuffing him as he thrashes. I grab the sheets around myself and lunge for them, but one of the cops turns, holding his gun away from me but looking at me sharply, like he means business. I stop, baring my teeth and snarling at him and his four fellow officers.
“Mike!” Silas roars from the floor. Clearly, he knows these cops.
“The fuck is going—”
“Mr. King, you’re under arrest,” one of the cops grumbles. They almost look reluctant to even be saying it, or holding him down.
“For fucking what?!”
“Attempted fraud, Mr. King.”
I yank my head around at the sound of Mr. Chesterworth’s voice. And there he is, smug look and all, wearing his little suit as he steps into the cabin through the smashed-in door.
“Are you out of your fucking mind?” Silas hisses at him, yanking at the cuffs holding him. “The fuck is your prob—”
“You, Mr. King,” the lawyer spits. “You are my fucking problem. As I said, your great uncle was a dear friend of mine, and I will not sit by while his inheritance is…is…conned away from him by you and this little whore!”
Silas roars as he lunges, knocking Mike and the other cop away from him as he makes a run at Chesterworth. The pig-faced lawyer squeals and jumps back, and three of the other cops just barely get ahold of Silas before he barrels right into the prick.
“Fraud?” I spit at him. “What makes you—”
“Oh please, Ms. Trace,” the lawyer hisses back at me. “You really expect me to believe the bullshit the two of you have concocted? The terms of Mortimer King’s estate are quite clear, as I made it known to Silas here.” He narrows his eyes at Silas, and then at me. “Your little game stops here.” He nods at the cops. Get a fucking towel on him or something and get him the fuck out of here.”
Silas snarls as they haul him up, Mike, the cop, helping him step into a pair of boxers, which would be comical if I wasn’t a ball of pure fury. I shove past the cops, storming over to Mr. Chesterworth with the sheets wrapped around me.
“You can’t do this!”
“No, you can’t do this, Ms. Trace!” he snaps. “You can’t commit felony fraud—”
“But we’re married!”
He barks out a laugh, turning away.
“No, we’re really married!”
“Good day, Ms. Trace.” He nods at the cops. “Let’s go.”
They start to drag Silas out through the knocked-in front door, and suddenly, I bolt. I run for the bedroom, to the little bedside table where I’ve put some of the personal things Silas brought back from my old campsite. I yank open the makeup case and pull out the piece of paper and the rings.
Our wedding rings.
I run back after them, running out through the front door and onto the porch as they’re halfway down the stairs.
“Wait!!”
Everyone stops, turning back to me.
“We’re actually fucking married.”
My pulse thunders through my ears as I shove the paper and rings out at them in my fist.
“Look for yourselves.” I’m panting for breath, my eyes wild as hold up the marriage license. “We’re actually married.”
I turn, and my eyes lock onto Silas. I move towards him, swallowing. The cops let him go, taking the paper from my hand and leaving him standing two steps down from me, in handcuffs.
“We’re married,” I say quietly, looking him right in the eye. “I—”
“I know.”
I blink, realizing that he’s grinning right back at me.
“What?”
“I know,” he says quietly. He chuckles, his teeth flashing at me. “You think I wouldn’t remember that shit?”
“Hang on, you knew?! Why didn’t you—”
“This is legitimate, Mr. Chesterworth,” Mike says, holding up the license. “They’ve got the minister and two witnesses signed and sealed right here.”
The lawyer’s eyes narrow, his face going red. “Let me see that!”
He snatches it out of their hands, his beady eyes roaming over it before he swears and throws it over his shoulder.
“Well played,” he sneers at me. “But I’m not done here.” He turns his glare at the police officers. “I’m believe an illegal liquor distillery is still grounds for being arrested is it not?”
Oh you’ve kidding me.
The cops glance at each other, and then at Silas. I can see the warring emotions on their faces, since they clearly know Silas, but also know what their jobs are.
“Isn’t it?” Mr. Chesterworth snarls.
“Yeah,” Mike finally grumbles reluctantly. “Yeah, it is.” He turns to Silas, shaking his head. “We gotta take you in, Silas.”
“Go ahead and open that barn!” Chesterworth spits. “You’ll see the whole damn thing!”
“Got a warrant?” I spit at Mike.
“We’ll get one!” Chesterworth mutters. “Now get his ass to jail. I’ll contact the county attorney general from the car and get that warrant.”
He turns and smiles a thin, evil smile at Silas.
“Oh, and just so we’re clear, criminal charges negate any claim you might think you have on Mortimer’s estate.” He nods at the cops. “Get him out of here.”
“No!”
I scream, lunging for Silas, but Mike holds me back as the other officers haul him to one of the squad cars. They’ve got him mostly inside before I shove Mike away a
nd run for Silas, plowing right into him and searing my lips to his.
“Silas—”
“Winona,” he groans into the kiss, both of us ignoring Chesterworth’s screams to take him away.
“You really knew?”
“Of course I knew,” he grins.
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
He shrugs. “Figured if you threw it out there right away, it was because you wanted to lock me down for the money. If you kept it a secret—”
“And if I stayed…”
He grins. “You were after me.”
“I’m after you,” I whisper fiercely, kissing him again. “You are all I want.”
“Now, Officer Mundy!” Chesterworth screeches at Mike.
I yell as they start to pull us apart, pushing Silas into the car.
“Winona!” Silas shoves one of the cops back with his shoulder, pushing his head out of the car for a second. “Lawson,” he growls, his eyes burning into mine. “You need to talk to Lawson.”
He bellows again as they shove him in and shut the door. The cops each give me apologetic looks before they get into their cars and start to pull away.
Chesterworth sneers as he turns to me.
“So much for your little farce, hmm, Ms. Trace?” he chuckles. “Looks like you married that piece of redneck trash for noth—”
He reels as my hand crashes across his mouth, sending him stumbling back with blood dripping from his split lip. His eyes go wide and then furious at me as he shakes his head.
“Oh, now wait until I haul your ass in on this little—” he screams, turning and running for his car as I stoop down and grab a heavy rock off the driveway, hauling it back and sending it flying after him. It dents the back of his car, bringing another shriek from his lips before he jumps in, starts the engine, and peels out of the drive.
And then I’m alone, shoulders heaving, my heart reeling, and my thoughts racing at a million miles an hour.
But slowly, I take back control. Slowly, I breathe. And slowly, I have a plan.
It’s dangerous, and I know damn well I have no idea what I’m even really getting myself into. But I know one thing for certain: Silas is the man I love, and I’d do anything for love.
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