by Wilder, L
When things get too quiet, I coax her into telling me funny things that happened to her when she was a kid, which leads me to share some stories of my own. I’m not even sure how it happens. I tell her things I haven’t ever told anyone before. When she shares something funny, I find ways to pester her, pushing her buttons until she smiles. I could spend an eternity listening to her laugh. Usually, being cooped up like this would drive me crazy, but I can’t remember when I’ve enjoyed spending so much time with another person.
Her dad has come by twice to check on her. The man is obviously proud of his daughter. He lights up as soon as she walks into the room. He brought Ana some supplies from the farm and helped her gather up more firewood. He sits and talks with us for a while, and even shares a few stories about Ana that she wasn’t exactly expecting him to tell. I’ve come to enjoy his little visits.
I wish I could say the same for her buddy, Steven. He came by earlier today, and he made it clear that he still wasn’t happy about me being here. I can’t say that I blame the guy. I know he loves her. Hell. Who wouldn’t love her? She’s pretty fucking amazing.
Every minute I spend with her makes me want her even more. Her body calls out to me, taunting me, without her even knowing it. I need to own her body, to dominate her. I want to taste the salt of her skin, to tangle my fingers in her hair as I press the smooth curves of her body against me.
“What is your most embarrassing moment?” she asks, pulling me from my thoughts. It is getting late, but neither of us is really tired.
“What?” I ask. I look over to her, wondering where that question came from. She’s just put another log on the fire, and she’s smiling as she gets into the bed.
“Your most embarrassing moment… what is it?” she repeats as she pulls the covers over her.
“Where did that come from?” I ask, walking over to her.
“Just curious,” she says as I lay down beside her.
“I’d have to say when you tried to get me to take a piss in that fucking bedpan,” I tell her with a smile. There is no way I’ll ever tell her what it really is.
“Oh, come on. I’m sure you can do better than that!” she says, giggling. She gets quiet and then says, “Mine is awful. I don’t think I’ll ever forget it.”
“Alright, let’s hear it.” I roll to my side, so I am facing her. I love how she brings her stories to life with her facial expressions while she talks.
“It was during my gross anatomy class. We were bombarded with pictures of cadavers and videos of operations that showed proper dissection techniques. They were trying to prepare us for the first time we used a scalpel on a real person. I’d been studying those textbooks and videos for weeks, and I had convinced myself that I was ready. I really, really thought I was prepared for anything. We were escorted into the lab and assigned our cadavers. My partner and I were a little nervous, but mostly we were excited. It was the first real step to becoming a doctor. We walked over to our assigned table, and I pulled back the nylon sheet that covered the body…. I wasn’t as prepared as I thought. Our cadaver was uncircumcised. I’d never seen one on a real person before, and my eyes were drawn to it. I couldn’t hide my curiosity. My partner noticed me leaning in for a closer look, and immediately started making fun of me about it. For the next two semesters, everyone called me Skin.”
“Skin?” I’m not expecting that and can’t help but laugh loudly. Then, I say it again just to make her smile. She is obviously extremely smart, but there is such an innocence to her. The expressions she makes with her eyes and mouth mesmerize me. She is beautiful and doesn’t even know it.
“Stop! It was awful. I couldn’t live it down,” she scoffs with a serious look on her face.
“Yeah, that one is pretty bad. You win,” I tell her, laughing under my breath. She continues to surprise me. I have never felt the way she makes me feel. She fascinates me in ways I cannot even begin to comprehend. I want her so much I can barely stand it.
“Stop laughing! It’s not funny,” she says, smiling wide. When I don’t stop, she hits my arm playfully and throws the covers off of her legs. The room falls silent when she starts to get out of the bed. She looks back to me, her eyes roaming over my bare chest. There is no mistaking the desire that fills her eyes, and right then, I know she wants me just as much as I want her.
“Come here,” I demand. Her head cocks to the side like she isn’t sure what I just said. “Come… here.”
Her eyes lock on mine as she slowly leans over to me, giving me the only reassurance I need. Wanting to close the distance between us, my hands reach for the nape of her neck, pulling her over to me. I want to take my time with her, enjoy every second of her touch, but I can't stop myself. I’m lost the minute her lips touch mine. The sweet taste and warm, wet heat of her mouth drives me wild. As soon as she parts her lips for me, I can’t hold back. My fingers dig into her flesh as the kiss becomes urgent and fills with uncontrollable need. A deep moan vibrates through her chest, encouraging me to give her more. Her fingers dive into my hair, her nails lightly dragging across the back of my neck. Her touch fuels my desire, taking me to the brink of insanity.
I reach for the hem of her t-shirt and gently slip it over her head. A low hiss slips through my clenched teeth as I notice that she isn’t wearing a bra. I relish the sight of her flawless round breasts. I hadn’t been able to get them out of my mind since I’d gotten a glimpse of them that day in the shower. Even in my dreams, I never imagined they’d be so perfect. I lean over her, resting my hips between her legs as her head falls back. Her hair fans out over her pillow, and she looks up at me, her green eyes glowing with lust. My fingers trail down the curve of her hips, softly slipping them inside her pajama pants. I rake my fingertips across her soft skin as I slowly lower them down her long, slender legs. Her hands dig into my biceps as I press my hard cock against her. I want to feel her… to see if she is already wet for me. I growl with approval as she raises her hips, increasing the friction between us. Her hands drop to my waist, and I feel her tug at the drawstrings of my sweats. I lift up as she eagerly pulls them down, leaving her lace panties as the only thing that separates us.
I let my eyes roam over her body, taking in every line and curve. Fuck. Every inch of her is perfect, and I am awestruck, unable to believe that she is about to be mine.
“Dillon?” she calls out to me as she lightly presses her hands against my chest.
“I want you, Ana. I’ve wanted you since the moment I first saw you. I can’t wait to make you mine,” I tell her as I lower my mouth to her ear. Goosebumps rise up along her skin when I whisper, “All of you… will… be… mine.” She gasps with surprise as I reach for her lace panties and rip them from her body. With no more barriers, I rub my throbbing cock across her wet clit, taunting her with my metal piercing. I grasp her breast in my hand, circling her nipple with my tongue, feeling it become hard by my touch. She lowers her hand between us and runs her fingers up and down my hard shaft. The tip of her finger slowly brushes over my piercing, reminding me of the expression on her face when she first saw it. There’s no doubt that she’s curious about it, and I’m looking forward to showing her just how good it can feel.
Chapter 10
Ana
My body is in sensory overload, and I can’t imagine feeling anything better. His touch scorches my skin, leaving me burning for more. My eyes roam over the beautiful ink that covers the muscles of his chest. The anticipation of having him inside me is driving me insane. The bristles of his beard scratch against my skin as he softly kisses his way down my stomach. He rests his head between my legs and places his hands under my ass, pulling me closer to him. His mouth feels warm and wet against my skin, taking my breath away with each stroke of his tongue. He torments my clit, sending electric shocks through my body. My nails rake through his hair as my moans fill the room. My body responds to his touch, taking me to a level of ecstasy I never knew was even possible. My release inches closer as he thrusts his fingers insid
e me, urging me to give him what my body wants. Pleasure flows through me, overcoming me, causing my whole body to shake uncontrollably as he sucks and nips at my clit with his tongue, intensifying my orgasm.
Before I can pull myself back to reality, he shifts his body between my legs. He looks down at me, his eyes full of desire as he rubs his hard cock along my entrance, driving me wild with need. I can’t take it anymore. I want him… now.
“Please,” I beg, not caring about the consequences.
A deep growl vibrates through his chest as he listens to my plea and enters me, driving deep inside. My nails dig into his back, and I cry out as he pushes through my hymen. I was totally unprepared for the searing pain of it tearing, and Dillon is caught off guard by my body's response. He doesn’t move as my body adjusts to the fullness of him inside me. His eyes roam over my face, searching for answers that I am not ready to give.
“Ana?” he questions.
I know he’s just realized that this is my first time, and I’m almost scared to look at him. I feel awkward and ashamed that I didn’t tell him, but I don’t want him to stop. I wrap my legs around his waist, holding him in place.
“Fuck, Ana. Why didn’t you tell me?” he whispers as he brushes my hair behind my ear.
“Don’t stop… please, don’t stop,” I plead.
“You should have told me, angel,” he says softly. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You aren’t,” I tell him, trying to reassure him. I need him to know that I trust him and know he would never intentionally hurt me. “I want this with you more than anything,” I beg. “You’re an unexpected gift in my life, and there’s no one in this world I’d rather share this moment with. I am falling for you… more every minute that we're together.”
He finally begins to move… slow and tender, giving me time to adjust to the feeling of him inside me. His eyes are locked on mine, searching for any sign that I am in pain. The discomfort subsides, and I begin to relax. My body slowly starts to respond to him as tingles of excitement creep over me. I find myself craving more. I want him to give me all he has without worrying. I lift my hips, trying to encourage him to go deeper… harder, but he continues his slow, gentle rhythm.
I’m becoming frustrated, so I try once more to encourage him by tightening my legs around his waist and rocking against him. I hope that he will finally give me what I so desperately need.
When he pulls back, I cry out, “Dillon, please!”
“You’re so fucking tight, Ana,” he moans as he grinds his hips against mine. “Fuck!” he growls as he finally gives in and thrusts deep inside me. Each move he makes is more intense than the last. My eyes clench shut and my head falls back as he continues to increase his rhythm. The friction of his piercing against my g-spot causes chills to run down the back of my spine. His teeth rake over my breast as he takes my nipple in his mouth. Every nerve in my body is reacting to his touch, and I am unable to hold back. My breath quickens, and the muscles in my stomach constrict as the intensity of my orgasm builds within me. A deep groan vibrates through his throat as his body continues to pound into mine. I fight to catch my breath as my mind goes blank and my body takes over. My orgasm causes me to tighten around him, and my pussy explodes. My arms wrap around his neck, and I feel his breath against my chest as he drives deeper inside me, finally getting his own release.
Every muscle in my body relaxes as he begins to softly kiss my neck and shoulder. He lifts up and looks over to me, checking to see if I’m okay. I smile, trying to ease his concern. “That was amazing,” I tell him, resting the palm of my hand on his cheek. “Thank you.”
He looks at me bewildered and says, “Stay put. I’ll be right back.” He eases himself off of the bed and pulls on his drawstring pants. My eyes are completely focused on him as I watch him grab a candle and walk down the hall. I hear him stumbling around in the bathroom just before I hear the water running in the tub. He’s gone several minutes before he walks back into the living room.
He reaches out his hand and asks, “You ready?”
“Ready?”
“Come on,” he says as he takes my hand, lifting me up from the bed. He gently pulls me down the hall and into the bathroom. The room is filled with candles, and the tub is filling up with warm water.
“It will help,” he whispers as he motions for me to get into the tub. I nod and slowly lower myself into the hot water. Once I’m in to my shoulders, I close my eyes and let the water ease my aching body. I look up when I hear his hand drop into the water. He takes the washcloth and gently begins to run it across my body, caressing me ever so softly.
“I got carried away and didn’t use a condom. I want you to know that I don’t normally do that. We need to figure out some kind of birth control…” he starts.
“I’m on the shot. It helps with my cycle, so we’re covered,” I tell him, but I continue to avoid looking at him. I keep my head down as the reality of my actions and the feelings I shared really begin to sink in.
“Stop,” he says, taking hold of my face and forcing me to look him in the eye. “Ana, look at me. I don't do relationships. Never have. But the second I caught sight of you and those gorgeous green eyes, I knew you were my angel. I meant it when I told you you're mine…. Every part of you is mine. I take care of what's mine, Ana, and it's my turn to take care of you,” he says, never taking his eyes from mine as he moves in to kiss me with a passion that consumes me.
Chapter 11
Sheppard
Over the past few months, I’ve watched my brothers lose themselves in the women they love. Their worlds have been turned upside down, and they love it. I never thought that would be something that I’d want or truly need, but after spending the last couple of weeks here with Ana, I can’t imagine my life without her. She’s more than I could have asked for, and she’s mine. I meant what I told her… I take care of what’s mine. I’m going to make things right for her again. She deserves to have the life she’s always dreamed of, she deserves to get what she's worked so hard for, and I’m going to make sure she has it.
By the time we wake up the next morning, the power has come back on. We spend the morning putting everything back in its right place and making breakfast. While she gets dressed, I make us some scrambled eggs and toast. We are running low on groceries, but I hate the thought of either one of us leaving. I like spending time with her, and I’m not ready for it to end.
“What’s cooking, good looking?” Ana asks as she walks into the kitchen. She takes my breath away. Even in her blue sweatshirt and jeans, she looks amazing. Her hair is pulled up on top of her head in some kind of twist, and she barely has any makeup on. Irresistible.
“Nothing much. Eggs and toast is about all we have left,” I tell her. The clothes her dad brought me aren’t exactly my style, but Ana doesn’t seem to mind as she gives me an appreciative glance or two. I admit that I like it when she looks at my ass. She tries to be discreet, but I always know when she’s checking me out.
“Hopefully I’ll be able to get out later and do a little shopping,” she replies.
“No rush. We can make do.” I grab a plate, fill it with eggs, and hand it over to her. We are just sitting down to eat when there’s a knock at the front door. I look over towards the door and see Ana’s dad standing there. He stomps the snow off of his boots before he comes in and says, “It’s a mess out there.”
Before I have a chance to offer him some breakfast, the sound of another set of boots stomping on the front porch draws my attention. I look up to find Steven walking into the kitchen. Damn.
“Steven needs to borrow your car for a little while,” her dad announces. “I’d take him, but I have to feed the horses and clear off some of the trees that fell during the storm.”
“What’s wrong with your car?” Ana asks.
“The battery is shot on mine. I just need to run into town and get another one,” Steven explains.
“Okay. Can you grab me a few things while you’re in
town?” she asks.
“Sure. Just make me a list,” Steven replies as he helps himself to a plate of eggs. He looks over to me and says, “These are great. Did you add cheese or something?”
“Yeah, and some garlic.”
“Awesome,” he mumbles as he eats another big mouthful.
Ana’s dad turns to Steven and says, “If you have time, swing by and pick her up a new phone while you’re in town. I called and told them she ‘lost’ her old one, so it shouldn’t be a problem.”
“What happened? Did you drop it in the toilet again?” he asks, laughing.
“No, smartass… I dropped it,” Ana says as she looks over to me and winks.
After she writes a few things down, she hands her list to Steven. “You sure this is all you need?” he asks.
“That should do it,” Ana tells him as she takes her last bite of eggs. “Let me grab my keys. Be careful out there. The roads will be bad for a few days.”
“Ana, this isn’t my first rodeo. I know how to drive on the snow.” He stands up and places his now empty plate in the sink. She tosses him her keys, and he says, “Thanks. I’ll be careful.” Then, he turns and walks out the door.
Ana’s dad stays and talks for a few more minutes and then tells us he has to get back to the farm. I offer to go with him, but he refuses. I have a feeling he knows I’m not completely healed, and I wouldn’t be much help. I’m sure he doesn’t want me to get in his way.
“Wanna watch a movie to take your mind off of things?” Ana asks.
