by Brynne Asher
But I can do that for Crew.
Because after only a week, he’s proven he’ll make everything safe for me.
He gives me more pressure on my clit, and I was right. He has the power to wreck me.
I was gone.
My body shook, powerfully and violently, but he held me tight. I couldn’t move my legs and I couldn’t bend forward. There was no stopping it until he allowed. I whimpered, I screamed, I gasped for air. The whole time, he held me steady.
Finally, when he took me to a place I’d never been, I vaguely felt his hold loosen. I was up, cradled in his arms before feeling the bed at my back.
Trying to catch my breath and lift my heavy lids, I hear a tear. When I’m finally able to force my eyes open, he’s over me. I look down and he’s forced his jeans down just enough to roll a condom on. His cock is big, bigger than I’ve ever had, and I want it. I want it more than anything.
“I promise to get creative with you, but after that, I doubt you have the energy for anything else,” he says, giving me a hint of the dimple. “That was fucking spectacular.”
I can attest to the fact it was spectacular. But I want him, especially while my body’s still humming. “Please, Crew.”
Coming over me, he takes my hands and raises them above my head. Holding my wrists firmly in one of his, the other plays between my legs keeping me primed. “You want me?”
“I do,” I breathe desperately. “Now.”
His forearm comes down beside my head and he takes my mouth, kissing me as he gives me his weight. When I pull on my arms, his hold tightens. I do the only thing I can do and lift my legs, wrapping one around his waist and the other over his ass. Gripping him with my legs, I press my hips up, looking for him.
He lifts and I feel the tip of him at my core. He rocks, pressing into me, stretching me. He’s perfect, making me want more.
“Yes,” I exhale.
“Can you take all of me, baby?”
“Every inch, please.”
He pulls out a little and pushes in farther. He does it again, faster, and farther still. More, and it’s better than ever.
“Abby.” My name seeps from his mouth, strained, his soft breath on my lips.
His eyes sear into mine, and my tears from earlier slide down my temples. I mean it to my bones when I say, “Thank you for giving that to me.”
His eyes close and his forehead rests on mine. Then he really starts to move and I get all of him. He is big and it feels better than ever, but really, it’s him and all he’s given me.
I spread my legs more and he drives into me faster. He hits that perfect spot inside where it’s just as good, even though it’s different.
“Harder,” I plead.
“You gonna come for me again?” he asks, breathless.
I don’t answer, but plead desperately, “I want to touch you.”
He immediately gives me what I want, releasing my wrists. My hands go to his face, his shoulders, his back, reaching down for his rock hard ass that I couldn’t wait to touch again. His skin is heated, every muscle rippling under my fingers.
I feel it coming. “Yes, more.”
He gives it to me harder while he takes. When I fall over the edge, I hear him groan, pressing into me deeper with two last powerful thrusts. His breathing next to my ear is heavy, proving he’s spent, and I hope that means I gave him just a little bit of what I got.
Leaning back to look at me, his eyes are sated and warm. But it’s his words that cut me to the core.
“Worth every minute of ten years. Never thought I’d say this, but I’d do it all again if I knew you were waiting for me at the end.”
“Crew.”
“My Abby,” he murmurs before kissing me.
And those were the last words I heard before falling asleep in his arms later that night. Words that were nothing but a dream and a hushed secret in the back of my brain for most of my life.
It was Crew’s way of giving back a little of what I’d lost twenty-five years ago.
It was beautiful.
Chapter 16 – Are You Going to Hug Me?
Crew –
Standing flush to her back, I hold her hands beneath mine to the shower wall. Then I do what I woke up needing—I slide into her warm, wet pussy.
I left her in bed before five to go home for my run. I ran my property, the trails, and the rough like I always do. Today I extended my run to Addison’s vineyard and pasture. It was early enough her cows weren’t out yet, but I know her schedule. She walks with them most days between seven and eight.
I finished and was back to her by six-thirty. She was still dead asleep where I left her this morning, on the side of the bed opposite her bedroom door, still naked from our first night together.
Last night was fucking great. I can’t get it out of my head and during my run this morning, I thought through every moment. Every touch of her body, her moans, her gasps. She’s the best I’ve ever had. For her to give in to me—especially going against who she is and what she’s used to—was even better. I’ve always liked to be in charge, but I’ve never demanded it before.
With Addison, it was better than I imagined, and I’ve imagined a lot over the last week. I got through my run faster than normal. I couldn’t wait to get back to her.
But telling her about me, the last ten years, and the life I chose? I didn’t think that would happen for a long time—if ever. It’s a fucking load off my chest, especially knowing it didn’t send her running for the hills. My mom and brother don’t even know what I did. I was taking a chance, but just like every decision I make, I knew it was a solid one. Knowing her background and how she’s had to live, it was a measured risk, but a good one.
The outcome was good and I couldn’t be more pleased. Especially with what she gave me afterward.
I woke her by kissing the back of her neck and she slowly turned her head, her hair a mess over her face. When I brushed it away and kissed her, her face screwed up instantly when she muttered, “You’re stinky.”
I couldn’t help but grin. “I went for a run. Come shower with me.”
“I’m gonna go for a walk.”
I flipped the covers off her and ran my hand down her bare body.
“You can walk later.”
Then I pulled her from the bed.
I just made her come on my hand before flipping her around with her palms to the wall. Having to bend to reach her from behind, I slide easily inside. She’s plenty wet for me.
Coming up on her toes to accommodate me, I push in farther.
“More.” Her voice is breathy, ragged from her orgasm.
I slide a hand down her arm and body, moving lower. Pressing on the small of her back, I demand, “Tip for me.”
She arches her back immediately, moaning, “Yes.”
“You like that?” It’s an unnecessary question. She’s pressing her ass into my groin, wanting more.
“Mmm,” she hums and tries to move.
I squeeze both beautiful globes of her ass in warning and whisper, “Still.”
She stills but complains on an exhale. I slide out and back in completely, adding a little intensity with each thrust.
“I want more, Crew. Harder,” she pleads, looking at me over her shoulder with sex laden eyes.
“You’ll get it, baby.” I grip her hips harder as I give her more. When I eventually give her what she wants, I feel it in my balls. I squeeze my eyes and breathe, not wanting this to end. Needing another drive, just one more second buried in Abby.
When I can’t keep it slow any longer, I give myself what I need, and hopefully what she wants. I move hard and fast as she uses the wall to push into me with the water raining around us. When I’m about to explode, I hear her gasp and her pussy convulses around my dick.
I can’t hang on another second.
Just as good as last night, I press into her three more times. Leaning forward, I bury my face in her heavy wet hair. Still planted deep, I lean into the wall with
one arm and wrap the other around her, cupping her tit perfectly in my hand. I don’t move, waiting many long moments to come down from a high I’m learning I’ve only experienced with her.
“I’ve never done that,” she mumbles through the water.
I tense before moving my lips to her ear. “From behind?”
“No. Ask for more. I’ve never asked for anything.”
Her voice is strained, as if she’s embarrassed and can’t handle the thought she simply asked for more of what I was already giving her.
I give her a squeeze before slowly pulling out. She stands, but doesn’t turn. I take off my condom and tie it before tossing it over the glass shower door.
I put my arms around her from behind with the water rolling over us and sigh. “I don’t know what your past was like and I really don’t want to know. From what I’m gathering, you’ve had selfish fucking men in your life. Now, I’m a man and trust me when I say, every man thinks with their dick to some extent when they’re around a woman they want. I get off seeing you come for me and the more I play with you, the better that will be. I plan on teasing you and want you in knots before you come apart.”
She leans her head back on my chest, mumbling, “I think you’ve accomplished that.”
I smile into the top of her wet head. “You need to ask for what you want. Hell, you can demand it and it’ll be even better. You might not get it instantly, but you’ll get it eventually. We’ll start working on that tonight.”
She whispers, so quietly, I almost don’t hear her over the water, “It’s been a long time for me. I haven’t been with anyone in a few years, Crew.”
I let go and turn her. Moving her so the water doesn’t hit her face, I tip her head and press in close.
I smile when I lower my voice to only half tease, but she doesn’t need to know that. “Then I’m lucky. Your body’s a minefield for me to play with. I’m gonna make you tell me what you want, how you want it, and then make you beg for it. We’ll start tonight when you sit on my face.”
I was trying to lighten the moment, even though I’m one-hundred percent serious. She’ll be begging to come on my mouth tonight.
She doesn’t hesitate, get embarrassed, or shy away at my words. She proved last night she’s confident in her skin. Surging up on her toes, she grabs my face, thrusting her tongue in my mouth. When she presses her body against mine, kissing me deep, I can tell she wants it all.
I drop my hands to her ass and pick her up. Turning her so her back is to the tiled wall, she wraps her legs around my waist. Her pussy rubs against my bare dick, something I’ve never had, but something we might need to fix soon.
I break her kiss and press into her clit when I ask, “You want that, don’t you?”
With droplets falling down her face, she says nothing, but she does look straight into my eyes before giving me two small, quick nods. Then I feel her hand in my hair, pulling my lips to hers as she grinds down on my dick.
Yeah. A fucking minefield.
Standing here with Addison in my arms, I take back what I said to her last night. She doesn’t make up for every minute of the last ten years.
All that time it took to find my retribution? She’s worth every fucking second.
*****
Addy –
In my office at the winery, I’m reviewing events for the upcoming week. I didn’t get to walk with the cows this morning. After Crew dragged me into the shower, we had coffee and a quick breakfast before he left. He explained he has a full day, since his recruits are arriving early this week for training.
Still trying to get used to all he told me last night, I needed to know more.
I asked how long it took to train a killer. I asked if he taught them everything himself. I asked if they were all sharp shooters or how else would they kill the bad guys. Then I asked a million other questions.
He stopped my line of questioning with a kiss before telling me nothing, but asked if I was okay with it all. Then he asked if I was going to freak out the second he walked out the door.
I told him we’d both harbored secrets a long time and I’d be fine. But I did point out he’d know if I freaked because he’d see it on his cameras.
I got to see him laugh out loud again. It really was something and almost made me forget about the damn cameras.
Then he promised to tell me everything in due time, kissed me, and left to do whatever it is he needs to do before his killers-to-be arrive this week.
Since it’s Sunday afternoon and we’re at the end of summer, the tasting room is packed. The height of tourism season is coming to a close. We tend to benefit from summer DC tourists who get sick of the city and need to relax with a wine tasting tour of Virginia. The tasting room was full the last time I peeked out my door, and I made a mental note it might be time to hire more help. Part time, at least.
My desk phone rings and it hardly ever rings. I always give clients my cell so I’m easy to reach.
“This is Addy.”
“Hey,” Evan starts and I hear the buzz of chatter in the background mixed with the bustling noises of the main bar. “You have a call that came across the main line. It’s a rush, can I put him through?”
“Sure. I’ll come out to help in a minute, I’m almost done in here.”
“Thanks,” he clips before I lose him.
I hear another beep on my phone and press the outside line to pick it up. “Addy Wentworth.”
“Addy,” I hear the deep voice come at me from the other end. I still, knowing exactly who it is and force myself to breathe. “It’s Lieutenant Colonel Sheldon O’Rourke. I helped make arrangements for your wine to be served at the White House.”
He explains himself like I would forget my time with him. Like I could ever fail to recall him cornering me in the White House, basically threatening me with the knowledge he knew my parents and the real me. Especially threatening me with same demise as my father.
Not knowing what to do, I hesitate, sitting back carefully in my chair. I try to do what I trained myself to do years ago, and focus on something to center my mind. I breathe, trying to think about my response.
But I must have paused too long.
“Ms. Wentworth?” he calls for me.
“Yes,” I answer quickly. Focusing on the bowl in front of me, the Laffy Taffy returns to twenty-twenty vision. He knows who I am and I know all about him. Pretending I’m not Abigail Ross would be a waste of time, and honestly exhausting after all that’s happened. “Of course, Sheldon. What can I do for you?”
He doesn’t miss a beat. “I wanted to reach out, finish our conversation from the other night. You left in haste and I’m afraid you were upset. I want to make sure you’re okay and explain.”
Rolling my eyes, I try to even my voice. “I think you explained quite thoroughly. There’s no need for concern, but thank you.”
“Please, Addy. I want to clarify how I knew your parents. I do wish I hadn’t lost contact with your mother after all she went through. But it does ease my guilt finding you.”
“About that.” I sit up and absent-mindedly trace the edge of my keyboard with my index finger. “How did you track me down, Sheldon? And please, we both know it’s not a matter of coincidence.”
It’s his turn to pause, probably surprised by my directness. Laying it out there seemed to be my smartest option, it even helps me feel in control. If his intent was to intimidate me, he might have done it the other night, but not today.
“No,” he relents, carefully. “No coincidence. I learned your mother passed a while back and wanted to reach out to you. I do apologize for the surprise and façade of your wine being served at the White House.”
If anything, his condescending tone pisses me off, no matter how threatening he might be. “No need for apologies, Sheldon. My wine being featured in the most prestigious home in the world is quite the fair trade-off for your masquerade.”
I bite my lip after the fact, which always happens too late in my case. I
f my mother was alive, she’d chastise me for being sardonic right after giving me a hip bump for holding him to his fire.
I hear a low chuckle on the other end. “You are like Anne.”
“Is there a purpose to your call, besides taking me away from my work? Sundays are one of our biggest days of the week, things are bustling.” I’ve found my groove and I’m going with it.
If anything, I think my backbone has put him at ease. I’m not sure what to think of that, but it does surprise me when he offers, “Come to the city and have lunch with me.”
“I’m not sure what the Army does to keep you busy, but I don’t have time to lunch.”
Suddenly, my office door crashes open right when Sheldon presents his next option. “I’ll come to you, enjoy another glass of your finest.”
There’s Crew, with my doorknob in one hand and his phone to his ear in the other. And he isn’t just holding his phone, it appears he’s about to crush it.
He’s wearing a pair of black cargo pants topped with another white wife beater. But it only shows hints of once being white, because he’s filthy from the tip of his head to his work boots. He’s swathed in sweat, grime, and dirt. Every muscle I know so well isn’t only on display, but taut and tense from what I can only assume is stress. I can’t believe I have the mind to think about it, but I lean forward just far enough to look at his feet.
Yep, mud and muck. I’m sure he left a trail. When I look back up to him, I scowl.
He narrows his angry eyes at me and without saying a word, shakes his head.
Oh hell. I’d bet my all the cows’ molasses he’s listening.
“Addy?” Sheldon calls for me.
At the sound of Sheldon’s voice, I swear Crew could bust through his wife beater. His whole body reaches another level of wired.
“Let me check my calendar,” I say without breaking eye contact with Crew.
He immediately shakes his head again, even more fiercely than before, narrowing his eyes as if I’m in big trouble.
Shit, he is listening. I wonder how that’s happening.
