Finders Keepers

by C. A Rose

  Taking my hand, he pulls it to his chest, settling it over his heart, and I feel the wild beat of it against my palm, making me realize I’m not the only one affected in this situation.

  “Let’s go get you something to eat.”

  Nodding, I follow behind him out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, where he stops by a long dresser and pulls out a T-shirt. Taking my towel from me, he slips the shirt over my head. With our size difference, the hem reaches mid-thigh.

  “Do you have boxers?” I ask quietly, as I watch him put on a pair of jeans.

  Grinning, he walks back toward me then opens another drawer. He drops to his knees and taps one foot then the other as I step into them, and he slides them slowly up my legs.

  “Better?” he asks quietly, standing before me.

  “Yes.” I nod then squeak when he lifts me into his arms and heads out of the room to the stairs, down straight down to the kitchen, where he sets me on the counter.

  “How do you take your eggs?” he asks, looking at me over his shoulder from the fridge.

  “I don’t like eggs.” He frowns and I shake my head. “Omelets or things cooked with eggs are okay, but I don’t like eggs plain,” I murmur, clasping my hands together and hoping he doesn’t get upset like everyone else does when I say I don’t like something.

  “I don’t have much for omelets. Is cheese okay?” he questions, studying me.

  I nod, then whisper, “Yes,”

  “I’ll have to pick up some stuff from the store. Just tell me what you like and I’ll add it to the list.”

  Okay, it seems I’m staying here long enough that he wants to get me food I can eat, and as much as that thrills me, I have school. “Um, I have class Monday,” I interject, and his body stills then his eyes meet mine.

  “What time?”

  “Eight to nine-thirty and then one to two forty-five.”

  “Everyday?”

  “No, my schedule changes daily, and Friday, I don’t have class at all.”

  “We’ll figure it out.”

  “I also have work,” I blurt. I don’t know why. I don’t even know what he wants from me. He keeps saying he’s keeping me, but what does that even mean?

  “Work?” he asks, and I nod again, tucking some of my hair behind my ear.

  “Yeah, I work at a café near my apartment.”

  “We’ll figure it out,” he repeats, breaking a few eggs into a bowl.

  “Um… what exactly are we figuring out?” I prompt, probably sounding as inexperienced as I am.

  Watching me, his face softens and he stops what he’s doing then moves across the kitchen. Stepping between my legs, he then grabs me behind my knees, dragging me closer to the edge of the counter. “I want you. I’m going to have you.” He pauses then lifts my chin with his fingers. “I’m keeping you, Aspen.”

  “Keeping me?” I breathe, feeling my core pulse.

  “Definitely keeping you,” he rumbles, and that vibration in his voice moves straight between my legs.

  “Oh.” My hands move, holding onto his waist so I don’t fall over from the weight of his words and the look on his face.

  “Yeah,” he says, covering my mouth with his, licking over my tongue. Mimicking him, I moan when his hand twists in my hair, tilting my head to the side so his tongue can go deeper, reminding me of what it was like when his mouth was between my legs. “Jesus.” He rips his mouth from mine, steadying me with his hands on my hips. “You need to eat,” he pants.

  “Yeah,” I agree, leaning closer to him once more.

  “Easy, beautiful.” He smiles, pecking my lips quickly, far to quickly, before stepping back. “Let me make you breakfast.”

  Ducking my head, I feel my cheeks heat. Every time he touches me, I want him. I want his hands and mouth on me. I want to give myself over to him. “Sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” I shake my head to clear away the lust fogging my brain.

  “There is nothing, absolutely not one thing, wrong with you,” he implores kissing me once more before moving back toward the bowl and eggs sitting on the counter. Sitting there I watch him make me breakfast, wondering if I somehow found the perfect guy, or maybe the perfect guy found me.

  CHAPTER 6

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  Hunter

  Taking my phone with me, I shoot one last glance toward the bed where Aspen is asleep, and force my feet to carry me out of the room and away from her. I tied a rope from her wrist to one of the posts on the bed to make sure she couldn’t just take off, but now, seeing that white fabric around her slim wrist, I’m wondering if I went to far. Then again, the idea of her sneaking off has me almost waking her up to take her with me.

  “Fuck.” I run a hand through my hair as I move back into the room to stand over her in the bed. I need to make a few phone calls, but I’m torn. Checking the knot in the rope, I let out a breath. If she wakes up before I’m able to take it off, she might freak, but I need to know she’s not going anywhere.

  Giving up, I leave it as it is and walk out of the room to the hall and put my phone to my ear, listening to it ring. As the owner of my own company, I can pretty much come and go as I please, but my head foreman, Greg, will send the cops to my house if I don’t show up without letting him know I won’t be around for the next week. I’ve never taken an unplanned day off, not once in seventeen years. Hell, I don’t even think I’ve ever taken a day off that wasn’t a holiday or weekend, and even then, I end up doing something for my company.

  “What’s up, man?” Greg answers, and as I hear the sound of equipment in the background, I’m sure he’s in the middle of the lumberyard directing traffic.

  “I won’t be on site this wee—” I begin, as I take a seat at my desk.

  “What?” he cuts me off. “Are you dying?”

  “No, Jesus. I had something come up, and I need to make sure I have control over it before I leave it unattended.”

  “You had something come up that you can’t leave unattended? What the fuck are you talking about?” he asks, and I let out an aggravated breath. I don’t like explaining myself to anyone, but Greg has been my friend since middle school and he needs to know what’s going on.

  “I met someone.”

  “Yeah, right. Tell me the truth. You’re dying, aren’t you?”

  “I’m not fucking dying. I met a woman,” I repeat on a low growl. “She’s not from around here, so I need to spend the week moving her in and making sure she’s settled,” I tell him, a fact I haven’t even told Aspen, which is pretty fucking ass-backwards. But fuck if I can get myself to care about that shit right now.

  “Did you fall and hit your head? You just met a woman, and you’re moving her into your house? How the hell do you know she’s not after you for your money?”

  “She’s not.” I run a hand through my hair, annoyed with him for even thinking that shit. She has no idea who I am, no idea I’m worth upward of five hundred million dollars.

  “Are you sure about that?”

  “I’m sure.”

  “Give me her information. Let me do a check on her. The last thing you need is another woman who wants to take you to the cleaners.”

  “No,” I bark quickly, “there is nothing you need to know about her.”

  “Easy, buddy. I’m just trying to look out for you,” he says softly, and I close my eyes. My emotions are all over the damn place.

  “I know, but trust me. She’s not like that. She has no idea who I am.”

  “Where did you meet her?”

  “Her car broke down near my place and I found her.”

  “When?”

  “Yesterday.”

  “I don’t even know what to say right now,” he mumbles, sounding like he doesn’t know what to do with me. Then again, if he told me this same shit, I wouldn’t know what to say to him either.

  “There is nothing for you to say.”

  “So you’re going to be out for the week?”

  “Yeah, maybe longer,” I murmur, w
ondering how long it will take me to put a kid in her, because I’m thinking only then will I feel okay about leaving her side.

  “Fine, but if you don’t call me, I’ll send a search party out for you.”

  “I’ll call, and you need to talk to Breanne. She showed up at my house, crying about how you haven’t been returning her calls.”

  “I haven’t returned her calls because she fucking cheated on me,” he snaps, and I shake my head. I don’t believe she cheated on him, but he’s convinced she did.

  “Talk to her. I’m not your couples counselor. Figure your shit out,” I growl, hanging up, then look at the office door. I should let Aspen sleep a bit and get some work done, but knowing she’s tied to my bed, wearing my shirt and boxers, has me heading right back into my room and crawling into bed with her.

  CHAPTER 7

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  Aspen

  Waking suddenly, feeling like I’m about to come out of my skin, my eyes fly open and I attempt to move my hands, but they seem to be tied to the slats in the bed. Panicking slightly, I then moan as I realize a wet tongue is licking at me between my legs. Lifting my head, I look down at the top of Hunter’s head.

  “Hunter,” I whimper, then moan as one thick finger slides just inside my tight pussy, making my legs shake. Oh God, this is torture. Amazing torture, but still torture. “Hunter,” I pant again. I need something. I don’t know what, but I know I need something more than what he’s giving me.

  “Do you want to come?” he asks, and I pull my heavy eyelids open and look down at him, this time meeting his hungry gaze. “Do you?” he taunts, as his hands move to my thighs and his thumbs spread my folds, holding me open. Blowing a cool breath against my overheated skin, my pussy throbs and his eyes darken, making me swallow.

  Leaning forward, he licks me once more, this time slow, and his eyes fall closed. “Do you know how amazing you taste? I could eat you all day, all fucking day, and never get tired of your taste.” He licks me again, this time from my ass to my clit, which he circles slowly.

  “Oh, God.” My head falls back, and I attempt to pull free from the binds around my wrists. This feels so dirty, and I wonder if it’s normal that it’s turning me on.

  “Don’t move,” he commands, and I stop pulling at the rope and look at him. “Good girl.” He rewards me by sucking my clit into his mouth. My back arches off the bed and my legs fight against his palms, trying to close my thighs. “You like your clit sucked, don’t you? You’re dripping wet now.” He smiles, and I feel his thumb slide into me then his mouth is back on my clit as his tongue thrashes against it.

  I bite my lip to prevent myself from screaming when he stops suddenly, and then I fight the urge to lift my hips and thrust my pussy against his face, even though every inch of me wants to do just that.

  “Do you want to come? You didn’t answer me before. Tell me, Aspen. Do you want me to make you come?”

  “Yes,” I finally say, and before I can prepare for it, his mouth is back on me, his tongue is flicking over my clit, then he pushes one thick finger inside me, not even giving me a chance to adjust before he adds a second one to the first. The bite of pain only makes the pleasure he’s giving me that much better. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” My head thrashes back and forth against the pillow as my pussy starts to tighten around his fingers that are thrusting into me ruthlessly, hitting a spot that is making stars dance behind my closed lids.

  “Fuck,” he growls, as I come screaming his name into the quiet room. Coming back to my body, I feel his mouth still on me, his tongue still licking over my clit, his fingers still slipping in and out of me almost leisurely. “Do you want me to fuck you?” he questions, and I nod without thinking. I want to feel him inside me. I want to feel him stretching me. I want to feel his body against mine. I want all of him.

  As he leans back, I notice then that he’s completely naked. His body is hard in all the right places, and his cock is huge it looks so much bigger than it did in the shower. “Hunter,” I whimper, unsure, tugging at my binds once more, and the corners of his mouth lift into a smile.

  “I like you like this, tied to my bed, at my mercy. Maybe I’ll keep you like this forever. Maybe I’ll keep you tied to my bed and never let you go,” he says, and his words should freak me out, but the idea of him controlling me, him using me any way he likes makes my nipples harden and my pussy convulse.

  Like he knows what I’m thinking, his eyes roam over my naked body. “You like that idea baby? You like the idea of me owning you, me dominating you, pleasuring you?” he asks, pushing my legs apart and letting his weight settle between my spread thighs.

  Feeing his hard cock bump my entrance, I bite down on my tongue to distract myself from shifting my hips the inch I need to slide him inside me.

  “Ask me to fuck you,” he demands, wrapping his fist around his cock and pumping his hand over it. “Ask me to fuck you,” he repeats, gliding the tip of his cock over my clit and entrance. My hips shift, my heartbeat speeds up, as I look from his cock to his eyes that are dark and full of lust and possessiveness.

  “Please fuck me,” I whisper, and his eyes flare right before he feeds me his cock inch-by-inch, stretching my pussy and making me moan.

  Closing my eyes, I press my head back into the pillow and wrap my hands around the ropes tied to my wrists, feeling my body tighten.

  “Relax,” he urges, rolling his thumb over my clit, and the pain I was feeling subsides as a new feeling begins to course through me. “Good girl. Now, let me see those beautiful eyes.” I slowly open them as he stops feeding me his cock. “This part is going to sting a little, but it will only last a second, okay?” he asks, but before I can answer, my eyes widen as he pushes in past my virginity.

  Inhaling sharply, I feel his thumb work my clit faster, overriding the pain, and then he pulls out an inch and thrusts back in two. His cock is so thick it feels like it’s hitting every single nerve inside of me. “God, you feel good. Can you take more of me?” I feel completely full of him and can’t imagine taking any more. “You can,” he states, feeding me another inch, making my toes curl and my back arch off the bed.

  Panting heavily, I moan as his thumb rolls over my clit. “Hunter.” I want to beg him to stop and beg him to give me more, all in the same breath.

  “You look beautiful full of me. Your pussy is so tight, so damn wet.” His eyes close and his head falls back as his jaw tightens. I move my hips, and his eyes fly open and drop to where we are connected.

  “I….” My cheeks grow warm and my eyes drop from his as embarrassment fills my chest. I don’t know how I can be embarrassed right now, but I am.

  “Look at me,” he demands, and my eyes reluctantly meet his. “Tell me what you want.”

  Studying him, the look on his face, the way his body is pulled tight, I know he’s holding back, and I don’t want that. I want him to take me. I want him to make me feel good. I want him to feel good. “Please, give me more,” I whimper after a long moment, and his eyes flash right before he takes hold of the backs of my knees and pulls me completely against him, filling me impossibly full. “Yes,” I breathe, as he pulls his hips back and thrusts forward. “Yes!” I repeat, writhing under him. This is what I needed; this is exactly what I needed from him.

  Leaning forward, his chest rests against mine as he takes my mouth in a kiss, thrusting his tongue between my lips. I love this, all of this—his weight, his scent, the way his body is surrounding me almost protectively. I have never felt more connected to another person than I do right now with him.

  Pulling his mouth from mine, he leans back slightly and his hand slides up to my right wrist. I feel the rope fall away, and then he does the same with my other wrist, releasing me from my binds. My hands move to his shoulders, and I hold on tight while his thrusts speed up and his mouth moves down my neck to my breast, which he sucks, licks, and bites, sending me closer to the edge.

  As my pussy starts to convulse, he releases my breast and lean
s back, looking into my eyes. “We come together, as one,” he instructs. Running my hand up his shoulder, neck, and to his jaw, I rest it there and nod, watching his eyes flare with something different, something special, something that makes me feel whole. “Yes, I’m keeping you,” he states, right before he takes my mouth again, holding onto my hip and the back of my neck. Feeling cocooned, I whimper and moan against his tongue as he groans against mine. Neither of us says anything as we come together.

  CHAPTER 8

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  Hunter

  “I really should go home at some point,” Aspen says, and my stomach turns. The idea of her leaving sends me into a panic. Rolling her under me, I pull her legs around my hips and thrust inside of her, doing the only thing I can do.

  “Hunter.” Her hand moves to my jaw and her eyes search mine before they slide closed, and a whimper of pleasure leaves her mouth.

  “You’re not leaving,” I growl, driving harder. “You’re never leaving.”

  “Oh, God.” Her head dips back, and I lose her mouth but take advantage and lick up the column of her throat, which is sensitive and always sends her into a frenzy. Her pussy tightens and her juices soak my cock. Licking her neck, I move my mouth down to her breast and pull her tight nipple into my mouth, sucking hard and feeling more juices drench me.

  Fuck, feeling how wet she is makes my mouth water. I want to eat her. I want her pussy soaking my face. The sounds she makes when she comes and the taste of her on my tongue is enough to get me off when I’m eating her out. Fucking her harder, I feel my balls draw up, but I don’t want to come, not yet. Flipping her to her belly, I pull her hips up and thrust back in deep, bumping her cervix with each downward stroke. If the only way I can keep her forever is to get her pregnant, I plan on doing just that. Just the thought of her carrying my child has my balls drawing up tight once more.

  “Hunter.” Her cry of pleasure makes my jaw clench tight.

  “Up,” I roar, pulling her up with my arm around her waist. Impaling her on my cock, I shout, “Come now,” as jet after jet of my seed shoots off deep inside her clenching pussy while she orgasms. As my orgasm subsides, I move to lay us down, keeping my cock planted deep, not wanting one drop of my cum to go to waste.