by C. M. Steele
“Something’s burning,” Marlowe says.
“Dinner,” I shout, running toward the kitchen, but I pause before entering to make sure they leave.
“Bye,” she says, waving them off before slamming the door shut. I hear the lock flip and the padding of her feet toward the kitchen.
“Could you be any sexier?” I growl, staring at the image before me. She has her hip resting on the doorframe with her arms crossed under her breasts. I lick my lips, itching to open a couple of buttons and suck on her hard, tiny nipples.
“Maybe. Now, how bad is dinner?” She directs her head toward the stove.
“Not too bad. The potatoes just boiled over.” I dump the chopped potatoes into the pot just before those asses showed up.
“Cool. Now, since you thoroughly fucked my brains out, I think it’s time we had a talk.”
“I’m terrible at it,” I inform her.
“Yes, I gathered that. Me caveman, me breed you now. Me kill all other boys.” She bangs her fists against her chest with a chuckle.
“Thanks, Jane. What a remarkable impression,” I drolly remark, rolling my eyes and then check on the brown sugared carrots.
“So do you always come up here and write?”
“Once a year. I’m about two weeks early.” I steal a glance at her and smile. “I’ve never been happier to change up my schedule.”
“Me too. I’ve never been to Colorado, or heck, anywhere. I’ve lived in the Chicagoland area my entire life.”
“Then I’ll have to show you around later, but for now…” I crowd her space and kiss her lips. “Take a seat while I mash the potatoes.”
I pat her ass, but she just turns to look at me and ask, “Don’t you need any help?”
“No. I want you to rest those sexy legs. They look good in just my shirt.” I watch her massage them as she sits down. I turn and adjust my dick, forcing it to calm down. She’s got my cock jumping in my pants. The zipper on my jeans is creating a painful imprint on my shaft like I didn’t come twice already.
“I don’t have any clothes, so I hope you don’t mind.”
“You look good in my things, but Michael already dropped off your stuff. I left it in the hallway.”
“Thanks. That would be sweet. I hope Michael’s not too upset with me.” I hate that she cares what he thinks. I know he’s a good guy and my friend, but she’s my woman and deserves to be treated like a princess.
“He’s not. Anyway, he can fuck off if he is. He’s a good buddy, but I’ll strangle him if he gets pissy with you.” I huff, mashing the potatoes harder than necessary.
“Do you always cook?”
“Not really. With a small ranch and a staff to feed, I have a personal cook. The only time I bother is when I’m up here alone. I don’t want people invading my space while I’m writing.”
“Sorry. I messed up your work rhythm?” I think she’s teasing, but from her tone it’s clear that she’s actually serious.
“No. God no. You being here has made it a lot better.” I turn around to her and say, “Dinner’s done.”
“I’ll get us something to drink.”
“I’ll have a beer,” I say, giving Darcy at least something to do. She looks so nervous and anxious, watching me do all the work. She gets up and grabs drinks from the fridge for us. “Do you always need to help with things?”
“Yes. As the older sister, it’s always been my job to help. I know how to cook and clean and feel completely out of place just sitting still while someone else does the hard work.”
“It’s not that hard, but I’ll try to remember that in the future. Here.” I set down our plates at the table, while she brings our drinks. She’s almost to the kitchen table when she trips over the leg of one of the chairs. I catch her in my arms, but the beer falls out. Thankfully, it doesn’t break, so I set it in the sink after helping her to her chair.
“Oh, I forgot to mention. I’m pretty clumsy.”
“I can see. We’ll just have to be more careful with you. I don’t want you accidentally falling into the river or stumbling on to wild animals.”
“As you see, it’s just my luck. I already did,” she remarks, batting her eyelashes.
“Thank heavens for that.” I wink. We eat in companionable silence, every once in a while sharing a little tidbit about ourselves. She talks about her sisters and they’re fucking hilarious. I could see me using them in a book. Although, I’d have to change the names. Her mother was obsessed with Pride and Prejudice, so they were named after the people in the movie. It’s a hell of a coincidence that my name is Bennett and I’m going to marry Darcy one day.
“So do you miss your dog?” she asks.
“Yes. He’s a good big boy. I hope you’re not afraid of dogs.”
“I love them, but we never had one of our own. They were just too much trouble with my parents’ ailments and then the apartment isn’t pet friendly either.”
“I can’t wait for you to meet Beast then.”
“So you named him after you, I see,” she sasses.
“I’m starting to like this new nickname better than Rocky,” I confess, reaching over to this that smart mouth of hers.
Once we’re finished, we team up and clean the dishes and then head into the living room to watch a movie and let our food settle. She shoots off a text to her sisters before powering off her phone. My sweet little thing doesn’t make it past the intro before she’s out, snoring softly on my shoulder. I carry her to bed and slide in beside her. We need all the rest we can get because tomorrow, I’ll be tearing up her slit again.
Chapter Five
Darcy
My body aches in all the delicious places. I can’t believe I’ve thrown myself into bed with my favorite author. Okay, technically he tossed me onto the bed, but it’s been an incredible night. The man is feral. From his publicity stills and his picture on the back of the books, you would never guess that a wild animal lives inside this man. We’ve eaten and fucked like bunnies without a lot of talking. Although I have learned a lot about him from those brief exchanges. Bennett isn’t a talker except in the bedroom.
The man is a filthy son of a bitch when he has me naked, but the rest of the time he prefers to listen. What kind of man does that? I’ve never heard of one before. It’s too much to believe, and yet, here I am, sated and the morning sun is peeking through the sky. I slip out of his arms and go into the bathroom to freshen up. I shower using his body wash because I want to smell like him. It’s silly, but I want to have as many memories of him before this dream ends and I wake back up in Chicago with my sisters and Bennett Lake is just a faded remembrance of the most magical time of my life.
I slip on some of my clothes and then pad into the kitchen looking for coffee. After finding everything, I see him coming out rubbing his eyes. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“You didn’t. I’m normally up by now. So do you want some breakfast?” he asks, slipping his hands around my waist and tugging me close.
“I am kind of hungry.” I stare into his eyes, loving that shade of grey. It’s now my favorite color. Suddenly, images of a little boy with those eyes comes into my head. I press my hand to my stomach discreetly, wondering if I…no, I can’t be. I’m on birth control. Silly me.
“So am I,” he breathes across my lips.
“What do you want to eat?”
“Hmm…a pretty little pussy will do so well, but first I need to feed us some real sustenance.”
“How about just a kiss?” I ask.
“That I think we have time for.” He drops to his knees and parts my thighs, kissing me through my shorts.
“You big dummy. I meant my lips up here.”
Bennett smirks, knowing damn well what I meant, but I can’t say I didn’t like it. “Oh. Well, I love kissing those too.” He growls and pins me against the edge of the sink, crushing my lips with his as he grinds his hips against mine. With a roaring grunt, Bennett pulls away and goes to the fridge. He brings out a bo
ttle of creamer and I smile. It’s my favorite kind.
“This is all they had. It’s pretty damn good, but I only need a little in my cup.”
“Good because I love a lot of cream,” I purr with innuendo.
“I’m trying to be a good man and feed you, but you keep that shit up and I’m going to give you my own cream.”
“Tempting a kitty with cream.” I lick my lips and then drop to my knees, yanking down his joggers. His huge cock pops out, bobbing in front of my face.
“Fuck, you don’t have to…” He loses his words when I slide my tongue over his engorged tip. I moan, loving the velvety feel. “Okay, if you must. Don’t tease me, woman.”
I pull off and look up at him with one hand wrapped around his length, stroking it and then say, “Never.” I take him down as far as I can go, sucking until I’m choking, so I back off and then back on. Slurping him like a greedy girl while stroking his long thick shaft.
“Baby, you’re going to make me come in that little mouth of yours, so you better be ready to swallow or pull off.” I only suck harder and then he hisses, “Last chance.” I run my fingers light over his balls and he lets go, filling my mouth with jets of cum. I swallow it down hungrily before popping off and giving the tip a kiss.
His knees buckle and he drops to the floor, kneeling and attempting to catch his breath.
“Fuck that was amazing,” he pants.
“Thank you,” I say with a smug grin before standing. “Now if you’ll excuse me I need to make some breakfast.”
“Breakfast and a blow job, I’m living like a king.”
“As long as you know it.” I move around the kitchen first washing my hands while he gets himself together. Searching the fridge I find eggs and bacon and get to work. God, I can’t believe how powerful I feel. Who knew that dropping to your knees for a man could make you feel like a queen? I finish the bacon when he comes out and then he helps.
We haven’t talked about what happened and I’m guessing that since this is new for both of us that he doesn’t know what to say; I don’t either. Instead we dance around each other, his hands finding ways to touch me. I finally build up the nerve and break the silence. “Did you not enjoy it?”
“What? That’s a fucking ridiculous question. I loved it. I just don’t know how to go about this. I didn’t return the favor and well, I wondered if you enjoyed it.”
“I did. Is that bad?” I’m pretty sure it’s a good thing, but everyone’s different.
“God, no. Fuck, I was hoping I didn’t turn you off with it. The sight of you on your knees is one I’ll never get out of my head.”
“Then can we move past this sudden awkwardness.”
“I suppose given everything that’s happened.” We go about eating, but there’s no awkward silence except when he watches me bring the fork to my lips. From the hungry look in his eyes I know he’s thinking about what I did to him. I might have created a monster. I wink at him and then get up to toss my dishes in the sink. I hear him push back his chair against the wood floor and then his hard manly steps coming up right behind me. Leaning in, Bennett’s breath sends tingles along my skin as he whispers in my ear, “Thank you for everything.”
Reaching around me he sets his plate in the sink and then he grips my hips and whips me around so that we’re face to face. Spearing one hand through my hair and the other possessively grasping my hip, he bends down and claims my mouth. He dominates his way past my lips, slipping his tongue inside and I meld to him, adding my own fierceness to our kiss. My hands move all over his shoulder and his thick, muscular neck. I think I’m in love. I can’t say I’m sure, but it feels like I’ll never get enough of this man. I cling to him like a monkey until we finally break away to breathe. We’re both panting when he adds, “Go relax. I’ll clean this up.”
“I can help.”
“You already have. Go rest with your coffee. Maybe we’ll take a walk later if you feel up to it.”
****
A moan escapes me as I wake up to the feel of Bennett between my legs. Oh Lord this must be what heaven feels like. “Wait! How did we get outside?” I open my eyes and see we’re in bed. The sounds are so close. Then I feel the headphones on my ears, so I move to take them off.
He stops his assault on my mound and growls. “Leave them on.” His voice is gruff, feral. I shouldn’t be so turned on by my caveman abductor, but I am. “I want you to listen to the wild as I devour your pussy. That way every time you step outside your panties will be flooded just from the memory.”
I slide them back on my ears and he drops his head back down where it belongs, licking my seam like he’s painting, delicate brush strokes. My body vibrates as the birds whistle and water runs over rocks. I lose control when he thrusts his finger into my drenched pool of need, sucking down every drop he drags out of me. The sounds of nature are buzzing through my ears as my orgasm rips through me. I shudder and shake, clenching my fists on the sheets. I scream although all I hear is the sounds of the river in my ears. Slowly, I come down as Bennett licks his way up my body.
I pop the headphones off because I want to hear him. He’s my call of the wild, and I’m ready to answer. His cock nudges against my entrance as his mouth comes to mine. “You taste so good. I’ve felt like I dived into the fresh spring water,” he finishes his words with a harsh grunt as he thrusts into me. We rock together, making love intensely. The sounds of our loving filling the room. I could get used to this. I’m afraid that this is just temporary even though he’s given me no reason to believe that. We fall apart at the same time, his seed filling me up as I coat his cock with my release.
“I could stay like this forever.” I don’t know what time it is, but this is the life.
“We will.” He kisses my temple and then I hear noise outside. Strange.
Chapter Six
Bennett
There's a pounding on my door like the police are here and I'm about to put a bullet in Sheriff Marlowe's ass. Didn’t we go through this yesterday?
"Stay there, baby. If he sees you naked I'll gouge his eyes out."
"Possessive much."
"Damn right. Best you learn it now." I slip on my joggers and walk to the door. What I'm not expecting is a little thing jumping at me.
"Whoa hold on, Spunky." The sheriff picks her up around the waist and covers her eyes. "Don't you got a fucking shirt to put on,” he barks at me.
“You’re lucky I have pants on. Now, who are you people and why are you annoying me again, Marlowe?” I bite out.
“Lydia, Georgie, what are you doing here?” Darcy exclaims from behind me and I’m instantly in jealous mode.
“What the hell did I tell you?” I snarl out. I don’t care if it’s her sisters or not, Marlowe’s here as well.
“I have clothes on.” She pushes past me and slaps a shirt against my chest. “Here put this on before I gouge my sisters’ pretty eyes out.” My dick stiffens immediately with her insane possessiveness. Good, so I’m not the only one suffering from it.
“Wow, okay. I feel like this is a wasted drama. Hot damn, sis, you did well.” One of them rakes her eyes over me. Her sisters are cute, but I only have eyes for Darcy, so I toss my shirt on. As sexy as her jealousy is, I don’t want to upset her, ever. We spent time talking about how much she loves them so I know how much they mean to her.
“Enough, Georgie. Lydia, come in and we can talk,” Darcy says. I growl, hating that we’re being bothered, interrupting our time alone. It’s not like I’ve convinced her to move to Texas with me yet, so I’m already on borrowed time.
“Relax, they don’t bite. Much.” Darcy grabs her sisters’ hands to drag them in. “You can let go of her, big boy,” she scolds Marlowe, but he doesn’t let go. “You okay, Lydia?”
The girl in his arms nods vigorously. “This is Sheriff Marlowe. He helped us get through this maze he calls a path.”
“Well thank you for getting them here safely although I’m not sure why they’re here,” Darcy
says to Marlowe with an arched brow. It’s obvious why he’s staying here.
“We got a call from your photo buddy Warrick telling us you were kidnapped by some mad man, and he took you to his cabin. We called the local police and they told us that there hadn’t been any report. You only responded to us once saying you would call us later, but you didn’t,” Lydia says.
“That prick. I’ll beat his face in,” I snarl, gearing up for a fight. The bastard has it coming, and he better hope I never see him again.
“Now, please calm down,” Darcy says, pressing her hand on my forearm.
“Who is this Warrick guy to you, anyway?” Georgie asks.
“He’s the guy I was modeling with when we met up with a wild animal in the woods, but Warrick was afraid of the alpha beast and knew when to run.”
“Oh goodness. You were so lucky.”
“She’s talking about him, you big dummy,” Lydia tells Georgie.
“I stand by my words. You were fortunate. Now are we going to be properly introduced or are you going to keep our future brother-in-law a secret?” Georgie asks, licking her lips and then wags her brows.
“Wait. We’re just…we’re not…”
“I’m Bennett Lake. Although many around here call me Rocky.”
Georgie’s mouth falls open and then she says, “Wait. The Bennett Lake. Like the author guy? No wonder she let you have her cookie. That girl has a mad crush on you, and I can’t say I blame her. Get it, girl. Do you have a brother?” She gives me a wink.
“No,” a growl comes from Sean who walks into the house uninvited.
“Welcome, Sean. Why are you here?” I glare at him.
“Because the media is looking for you. There’s rumor out that you kidnapped and raped a woman. I know it’s bullshit because you’re a fucking celibate hermit, but it’s my job to make sure the rumors aren’t spread around.”
“Hi. You’re only half right. He did carry me away, but I came very willingly and repeatedly. I’m Darcy by the way.” She sticks out her hand and I snatch it right back. I don’t want her touching any of these assholes.
