Rising Bounty

by K. D. Jones

  Chapter 11

  Roxanne started and woke when a hand on her shoulder shook her. She blinked up at Abe, who was leaning down over her. She felt slightly disoriented.

  “What?” She looked down and saw Cici was fast asleep with her head in her lap. “What time is it?”

  “A little after eleven. I just got back a few minutes ago.”

  “We fell asleep partway through the movie. It was a really long day for both of us.” She tried to lift Cici into her arms but Abe stopped her.

  “Let me take her.” Abe easily lifted Cici into his arms and let Roxanne lead the way upstairs.

  She pulled the covers back and had him lay Cici down while she removed her shoes. She whispered, “I’m going to let her sleep in her clothes tonight, I don’t want to wake her up.”

  She could feel Abe watching her as she kissed her daughter’s forehead. “Goodnight sweetheart.”

  Roxanne stood up and walked to the door. She felt him watching her with those dark sexy eyes of his. It mad her shiver with anticipation.

  She should tell him goodnight and shut the door, but she didn’t. She followed him out of the room and shut the door behind her. Then they headed back downstairs without saying a word. She straightened up the couch and turned off the television while Abe secured the windows and doors.

  The lights dimmed and she stood still, knowing he was coming up behind her. “Abe, I’m sorry about earlier.” She turned to face him.

  He was just inches from her and reached out to cup her cheek. “I was moving too fast for ye. This isn’t the best of times to romance a woman.”

  She tilted her head and smiled at him. “You wanted to romance me?”

  “Hoping, I was hoping to. God, ye’re so beautiful.” He caressed her hair, moving it from her face.

  Roxanne could continue to fight this pull between them, but did she really want to? Her mom always encouraged her to take a chance on life, even if it didn’t turn out how she planned. Could she do that now?

  She took a deep breath and released it. “Maybe there isn’t a perfect time. We have to take the chance when it comes along.”

  “Are ye saying that ye’re interested in me?”

  “I’m saying…” She couldn’t stand to be that close to him without touching him. Words weren’t what were needed in that moment. Actions were needed.

  She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down so that she could kiss him. At first, she worried her aggression would throw him off, but as soon as he returned the kiss and wrapped his arms around her, she felt everything was falling into place somehow. Like this was where she was supposed to be.

  She gasped when he suddenly cupped her ass and lifted her up. “Abe?”

  “I want to be in my bedroom, for privacy.” He stopped walking just before he opened the door to his bedroom. “Are ye sure that this is what ye want?”

  She pressed herself against him and licked his neck. “Yes, this is what I want. You’re what I want.” She wanted him more than anything. She had fantasized about him for a while now. Thought about what his hands and mouth would do to her.

  “Good, because I don’t think I could stop right now.” He carried her through the door and closed and locked it. He didn’t set her down right away. He carried her to his large bed and lowered her down, and then he stood back up. He reached for a lamp on the side table and turned it on. It had a really low light and gave the room a warm romantic ambience.

  “What are you doing?” She leaned up on her elbows.

  “I’m taking my clothes off.” He pulled his t-shirt off slowly, exposing his muscles.

  Holy shit! He was built like a god. Hard muscles bulged and his stomach was lined with an eight pack. She licked her lips as she climbed onto her hands and knees. She watched him as he reached for the zipper on his jeans. He pushed his kilt down his hips slowly until his large cock sprung free.

  “Oh.” She didn’t realize she had spoken until he chuckled.

  “Just ‘oh’?”

  She crawled toward the end of the bed and reached for him taking him in her hands. “Oh as in oh wow and oh my God. You’re bigger than anyone I’ve—”

  He growled, interrupting her. “I don’t want to hear about other men you’ve been with.”

  She stopped stroking him. She could understand; she was positive he was a man that had been with many women, and she wouldn’t want him to compare them to her in any way either. “I’m sorry. I just meant you’re really big and it’s been a long time since I’ve been intimate.” She bit her bottom lip.

  “I promise to go slow.” He took her hand and placed it back on his cock, helping her stroke him. He kicked off his shoes and leaned forward to pull off his socks and jeans.

  “How come I’m the only one getting naked?” Abe asked.

  “I’m enjoying the show too much.” She leaned forward and licked the tip of his cock. Roxanne had never before been enthusiastic about giving head, mainly because Darryl always told her she was doing it wrong. Whenever she did, he never reciprocated.

  This was different. She found that she enjoyed touching and tasting Abe. It was empowering to have a strong effect on a big man like him.

  “You need to stop or I’ll come in yer mouth.”

  She looked up at him and opened her mouth taking his dick as far down her throat as she could. When she sucked on him, he moaned. She did it again and again while using both her hands to massage and stroke his length from the tip down to his ball sac. She cupped him and squeezed a little hoping that it felt good. She had overheard women at the bar tell stories about how guys loved that.

  “Lass, ye have to stop. I want ye too much.” He pulled back from her, causing her to release his cock. “Ye’re overdressed.” That was the only warning he gave her before he gently pulled her t-shirt up over her arms and head. He threw it to the floor, along with the black bra she was wearing. Then he pushed her shoulder to get her to lie back. He stood up and removed her shoes and socks.

  Roxanne wasn’t idle; while he was removing her shoes, she unbuttoned her pants and unzipped her zipper. She started to pull down her jeans.

  “Here, I’ll pull them off while ye lift up,” he offered, gripping the edges of her pants.

  She used her feet on the bed to lift her hips up while he pulled the pants off. Then he reached for her panties and did the same thing. When she was completely naked and lying there on the bed, he just stood over her, taking her in. She felt a little self-conscious because she wasn’t as big chested as some of the women that he usually flirted with at the club. She also had a C-section mark and stretch marks on her stomach from her pregnancy. Darryl hated her scars and had told her she should see a plastic surgeon.

  She attempted to cover her breasts and stomach, but he stopped her.

  “Don’t, I want to look at ye.”

  “I’m not — I have scars.”

  He knelt on the bed next to her and touched the C-section scar. “Are ye talking about this wee thing?”

  “One of them.”

  “Ye got this from having Cici?”

  “Yes, there were complications at delivery and they had to do a C-section. I also have stretch marks from the pregnancy that never went away. They’re ugly.”

  He growled. “They are beautiful, like ye.” He leaned down and kissed the faint stretch marks on her belly, then moved lower and kissed her C-section scar. “They show how strong ye were to carry a child for nine months and ye risked yer life to bring a beautiful wee babe into the world. There is nothing more amazing than that.”

  Right then and there, with his sweet words and gentle kisses, he wiped away all the feelings of imperfection that Darryl had given to her, and he gave her acceptance. He made her feel beautiful and deserving. Without a shadow of a doubt she was falling in love with Abe.

  “Abe,” she whispered his name, but her emotions choked her up.

  “I’m going to make love to ye, worship every inch of ye, and by the time I am done ye will know
just how truly exceptional ye are.”

  *****

  Abe leaned down further on the bed and spread her legs. His nose was right over her entrance, which was dripping with evidence of her arousal. He closed his eyes and inhaled. She smelled of sweet honey, he loved honey. He leaned forward and licked her seam taking her essence in. The taste of her was drawing something primal from him. He growled with need for more of her. He wanted all of her and he would have her.

  He latched onto her clit while he pumped his fingers in and out of her. She was so tight and hot. Holding his desire at bay, he knew he had to make her wet enough so that his size could slide in without hurting her. The last thing he wanted was to cause her pain.

  When she began to lift her bottom to meet his thrusts, he removed his fingers and replaced it with his tongue. He stroked in and out of her. He reached up with his hands and covered her breasts and began pinching the nipples. His only thought was to bring her pleasure. He would put her needs first before his own, always.

  “Abe — please. I need you.”

  He sucked and licked, stroked and pumped until she eventually bowed up under him screaming his name. While her body shivered with aftereffects, he kissed and caressed his way up her body. He paused at her breasts and cupped each one in his hands. They were perfect, pale pink and delicate. He rubbed his face against them. He sucked her nipple into his mouth and began nibbling, making her arch again. He lavished her breast with attention then did the same with the other. When she tugged his hair, he looked up releasing her stiff peak with a pop.

  She was breathing hard and arching up at him. “Inside me. Abe, I want you inside me.”

  Oh yeah, he wanted that too. He moved up her body and kissed her lips holding nothing back. He breathed her in and knew she was breathing him in too. The anticipation was too much. He lined his cock up with her quivering flesh and slowly lowered himself pushing into her.

  “So fucking tight, don’t want to hurt ye.” He had to force himself to not slam into her, which he really wanted to do. He continued his slow descent into her sweet depths. Sweat broke out on his shoulders and back. Finally, he got to the bottom and was fully inside her. A sense of rightness filled him. They were completely meshed and he didn’t ever want to leave, but the need to move was too strong to be denied.

  He pulled out then pushed back in. They both moaned in pleasure. Their bodies molded and moved in perfect harmony as one. Together, in and out with every roll with every wave until he couldn’t hold back his release any longer. They both shouted out their release, clinging to one another as they tried to get their heart rates under control and their breathing at a normal pace.

  “Wow,” Roxanne commented, her legs still wrapped around his waist.

  He chuckled. “Aye, wow is right, and guess what.”

  She looked up at him with such a sweet and satisfied expression he had to kiss her lips again.

  “What?”

  “I’ve only just started lass. We’ve got all night and I plan to keep ye busy until dawn.” As he spoke, her eyes widened, and to prove his point, he moved his still hardened dick inside her.

  “I may not survive this,” she whispered as she arched up to meet his thrust.

  “Don’t worry, lass. I know CPR.”

  Chapter 12

  The next morning

  Roxanne couldn’t wipe the smile from her face. She probably looked like a silly idiot grinning ear to ear but she couldn’t help it. She and Abe had made love for hours last night. Then he held her while she slept and woke her up before dawn so that she could go upstairs to be there for Cici when she woke up. Neither one of them wanted to part ways and lingered in the hallway for a long time just holding and touching each other. Sounds inside the bedroom of Cici rolling over finally broke them apart. He went back downstairs and she went inside the bedroom and sat on the side of the bed.

  “Good morning, sunshine.” She tickled Cici on her side when she yawned and opened her eyes.

  “Morning. Mama, you slept in your clothes.” Cici pointed at her.

  Roxanne looked down at her disheveled clothes that she had put back on in a rush. She hadn’t yet taken a bath or changed into fresh clothes. She longed to do that but at the same time hated the idea of washing Abe’s scent off of her

  “You’re right and guess what, so did you.”

  Cici looked at her own clothes and laughed. “Guess we were tuckered out.”

  “Yes, we were. Let’s get you a bath and then breakfast.” She removed the covers and helped Cici get up. She went over to the suitcases. She picked the smallest one up and put it on the bed. “What do you want to wear today?”

  “My blue shorts and the daisy shirt. I can swim in those, can’t I?”

  “Yes, but we won’t go swimming until a little later, when it gets a bit warmer.”

  “Aw mama, what will we do until then?”

  “Maybe we can unpack our clothes and put them away.”

  “Then what?”

  “You could write a thank you note to Abe thanking him for letting us stay here with him.”

  “Can I draw him a picture too?”

  “He would absolutely love it if you drew him a picture.”

  Roxanne opened the bedroom door and ushered Cici to the bathroom down the hallway. Her mother walked by, wearing her robe.

  “Good morning, my beautiful girls.”

  “Morning, Grandma!” Cici smiled and hugged her leg.

  “Morning, Mom Are you done with the bathroom?”

  “Yes, I’ll get dressed while you give Cici her bath and then I’ll take the little one downstairs while you shower.”

  “Sounds good.” She entered the bathroom and leaned down to turn on the water.

  “Can I have bubbles?” Cici asked with excitement.

  “Not this time, honey. I don’t think the bubble bath was brought from the apartment. Take a quick one and use the soap, then maybe we can get someone to get us some items that didn’t make it.”

  Cici sighed clearly disappointed. “Fine.”

  She kissed her daughter’s head. Cici was such a trooper. No matter what changes happened around her, she always accepted the circumstances.

  Roxanne was so proud of her and at the same time, she felt tremendous guilt for all the turmoil her ex had caused them. Maybe she should have left Darryl earlier, taken Cici with her and filed for divorce. She had done the best she could, considering she had no job or money of her own during her marriage. She had saved every little bit from their joint account that she could without drawing suspicion.

  Twenty minutes later Cici was dressed with her hair brushed and was ready to go downstairs. Roxanne’s mother was waiting for them when they came out of the bathroom.

  “Ready, my beautiful girl?”

  “Yep.”

  “I’ll be down in about twenty minutes.” Roxanne went into the bedroom to grab her own pair of shorts.

  “Take your time, honey. We’re going to cook Abe a big breakfast.” Her mother waited for Cici to start going down the stairs and turned toward her when she came out of the bedroom. “Besides, I know you had a really long night last night.” Her mom winked at her.

  Roxanne knew her face was red from blushing. “Mom.”

  “Go take a shower and we’ll feed your man.”

  “He’s not…” her man. Her mom was already halfway down the stairs. It made her think, though. Now that they gave in to their sexual feelings for each other, did this mean that they were together? Were they just releasing some tension and comforting one another? Or did Abe want more from her? Was she ready for more?

  She entered the bathroom and turned the shower on. She wasn’t sure about anything. What she did know for sure was that she enjoyed being with Abe. He was sexy and smart, the best lover she had ever had, hands down. It wasn’t just the sex; it was the way he looked at her as if she was the only woman in the universe. He made her feel beautiful, strong, and sexy.

  The last two things surprised her be
cause for one, she didn’t see herself as a sexual person, and she always felt weak for letting Darryl ruin hers and Cici’s life. Abe accepted her and made her see that things weren’t her fault, that even though fear kept her in the situation longer than she liked, she was strong enough to get herself and Cici to safety and keep them there.

  She tilted her head back as warm water cascaded down her face and over her chest. She groaned because it felt so good to be clean. She took the rag and soaped it up and rubbed it over her breasts. They were still sensitive from Abe’s ministrations but she wouldn’t change a thing. She touched one breast, while lowering her other hand to her pussy lips. She imagined what it would be like to have Abe there in the shower with her. She smiled knowing his hands would be all over her.

  She inserted her finger but it wasn’t enough so she added another. Yeah, that was better. She teased her nipples, hardening them as she pumped hard and faster. The water was a little on the hot side and reminded her of how hot his tongue was as he licked every inch of her like he promised.

  Thinking of Abe and the things he did to her made her body respond faster, and she quickly found her release. Fuck! That man was dangerous and he wasn’t even there.

  She rinsed herself off again and turned the water off. She ached but it was in all the right places. She couldn’t wait until she could be with him again. A fleeting depressing thought occurred; What if it was a one time thing?

  *****

  Roxanne came down the stairs, feeling refreshed and full of energy. She was excited to see Abe again but also felt nervous. All those pesky questions running through her mind were wanting answers, but, she didn’t want to ruin what they had started — whatever that was.

  She needed to take things slowly, to feel him out to see how he acted first. He might think of their time together as just a one-time thing, a reaction to the heat of the moment. She looked up and saw her mom putting plates on the table and Cici sitting down in a chair. Where was Abe?

  “Good morning, beautiful,” Abe said from behind her.