Chapter Six

Gabe

I haven’t been with a woman in nearly fifteen years, if not longer. The opportunity presents itself regularly, but this fantasy is always what stops me. The one where I take this little plum and I wreck her for everyone else. I couldn’t fathom being with another woman when I knew this one was here waiting for me. It wouldn’t be fair to anyone involved because my heart and my mind would be on Mira no matter what.

She bends to her knees and stares up at me, moving her tongue over the shaft of my cock and down again before gripping me tight and pumping her little hand up and down.

My hand weaves through her hair and I grip her hard, fucking her little face, sinking deep into her throat. “Good! Suck my cock like a good little girl.”

She moans and gags as I thrust into her mouth. And though we’re here in this moment, it’s hard to believe it’s actually happening.

In the fantasies I’ve had late at night with her picture on my screen, I’d come in her mouth and watch it drip from her lips. In reality, though, her tongue feels like heaven on my cock, but all I want is to lay her back and eat her little pussy clean.

“Stand up,” I growl. “Get back against the wall.”

She does as I’ve asked, and I go to my knees in front of her, lifting the long skirt she’s wearing to lose myself beneath the fabric in her warm, wet, fragrant crease.

Her thighs tighten as her hands rest on my shoulders. “Oh God.” She’s shaking.

I like it when she shakes.

“That’s insane. Don’t stop!” Her tone is rough and ragged, and her fingers are threaded through my hair, tugging at each strand with purpose. “Right there!” Her knees buckle and she thrusts against my beard, scraping her sweet scent into my nose and against my chin. She’s perfection, and I never want this to end.

I growl out as my cock grows desperate to sink inside her, to own her, to take what bits of time I’m allowed and savor them.

She holds the back of my head and presses me into her pussy, moaning and sighing as I lick and flick against her clit with pressure. My little plum is sweet and juicy, just as I’d thought.

Fucking hell! I’m going to be an addict for her. I know it already.

Her leg hitches up onto the stack of wood and she thrusts and rubs her slit against my face, scrubbing and moaning as I slide two fingers into her core. With her age, I expect her to be tight, but I didn’t expect her to be this tight. It’s an effort to sink my fingers into her, and as I slide them in deeper, the pleasant moaning she’d been doing a moment ago has been replaced by a more aching tone.

“You okay?” I stare up at my little plum as I push further into her.

“Yeah,” she pants. “This is all… really new to me… if you know what I mean.”

I narrow my brows and pull from inside her, licking my fingers clean as I hold her against the wall. “No, I don’t know what you mean. Tell me.” The truth is, I think I know what she’s about to say, but the thought alone has my cock even harder with anticipation.

“I should’ve told you earlier. I’m… I’m a virgin, Gabe. I’ve never even… none of this. This is my first time.”

A roar of frustration rattles through me as I think over the millions of ways I could have made this better for her. A bedroom of flowers. A bath with candles, soft music, and hell… heat. I bet she’d enjoy heat right now.

“Don’t stop, okay? Don’t get all sentimental. I want you to fuck me like you mean it. I’m only telling you because I didn’t realize how much it was going to hurt.”

“We should slow down at least. I don’t want you in pain.” I say the words as my cock aches to slip inside her tight little virgin body.

Lord, I’m sick. Really fucking sick . What kind of grown fucking man thinks like that? Now that I’ve started, I can’t stop. I’m desperate to be the first man to sink inside of her. Hell, I’m desperate to be the last.

Her brows narrow and I run my hand down over the swell of her breast, leaning in to suckle at her dark purple nipple before gripping her hips and pressing my fingertips into her skin.

“I don’t think I can fuck you like this and not walk away owning you, plum.”

She fingers through my hair and grinds her hips against the rough fabric of my jeans. “We talked about this. We make it work where we can, but you can’t own me, Gabe. Not ever. We can’t hurt Chevy.”

“Do you trust me?” My tone is low, and my cock is rock fucking solid. I’m not sure if I’ve ever been this hard in my life and I know for sure my mind has never been this gone. I don’t know how much reserve I have left. I need to sink into her untouched pussy. I need to take her, to own her, to make her mine despite the fact that she’s fighting it.

“Of course I trust you,” she pants, gripping my shoulders tight with one hand as she unclasps the buttons of my flannel then feeds her fingertips through the hair on my chest.

“You sure… because I’m about to do some disrespectful things.”

Her eyes widen and she bites back a grin as her hand brushes over the hard bulge in my jeans. “Disrespect me, Gabe. Please. Disrespect me so hard!” Her tone is ragged and desperate, needy with desire that’s only ratcheting everything up.

Fuck!

I growl into her neck as my jeans drop to the floor and my boxers follow. I’m sure it’s cold as fuck in this barn right now, but even naked, I’m sticky with sweat at the mere thought of the sounds this woman will make with my cock buried inside of her.

I slip my hand under her torso and bend her forward until she’s hung over the front register. I grip her hips, rubbing my cock against her soft, plush ass and toward the silky entrance.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, plum.” My voice is shaking, my brain is dead, and I’m not in this universe anymore. “Tell me who you belong to.” I slap my hand against her round ass, desperate to leave marks on her virgin skin.

She sucks in air and turns back slightly as though she’s alarmed by the smack. “What did you just do?”

“You said you trust me. You told me to disrespect you.”

Moment by moment she hides a grin and moans, “Harder!”

I pull back and land a sharp slap on her butt, enjoying the display of red fingerprints that are left behind. Again and again, I spank her wide ass, watching as the skin ripples up her back.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Gripping my cock, I poke at her entrance and slide deep inside of her, covering my dick in her soft, wet, warm, tight, little hole. “God damn, you feel so fucking good. Are you… fuck!” I grip her hips and work my way deeper as she sighs and whines with every move.

“You okay?” I have to remember it’s her first time. She might not be able to take this much this fast, but this is heaven, and I’m having a hard time focusing on the now.

“Go deeper,” she pants with a squeak, and I know she’s not okay, so I slow down.

“You’re in pain.”

“It’ll stop. Just go. I want you, Gabe. I need you!” There’s desperation in her voice, but there’s also pain.

My hand slides up over her hip and onto her breasts. Her full, round, hanging tits. She’s so fucking gorgeous. Every part of her. “You have to tell me to stop if you want me to, plum, because I’m feeling a little unhinged here.”

“Fuck me!” she whines as she tightens her pussy around my cock. “I’m so close.”

I hiss and tighten her against my frame, lifting her ass to get deeper into her core. Slap after sweaty slap echoes in the barn with the wind whipping against the white outside. I shouldn’t want to fill her up with my come. I shouldn’t want to give her my babies. I shouldn’t want to ruin her so desperately for every other man, but here I am, thrusting into her tight little core, slapping her round ass, thinking about how I’d murder another man for touching her.

This woman is mine.

All mine.

She tosses her head back and moans, clutching the front of the table as I hold a bruising grip on her hip and dig in harder.

“I’m so close, Gabe. I’m gonna come!” Her pussy tightens around my dick even harder, and she screams out in relief as it spasms vigorously. Her hips tighten and release, her thighs shake, and her breathing speeds.

I’m not sure who could last past a show like that, but I can’t. I thrust into her one last time, gripping her sweet little ass hard as I come inside of her, spreading my seed against her hot womb.

Holy fuck! I’m roaring out in pleasure and my breath is ragged and rough as I hold her close, unwilling to pull from her warmth.

I lean into her neck from behind and land kisses against her shoulder and onto the lobe of her ear, breathing in the scent of lavender on her skin as her body twitches against me.

A soft hum leaves her lips, and she leans up off the counter, snuggling against my frame. “Okay, you wrecked me. Now what?”

“Now, we never move. Right? We’re just like this now. Connected.”

“That would certainly make the Christmas eclipse party a little more interesting.” She smiles and bends into me a little more. I’m not as hard as I was, but I’m not soft either. Something tells me I could go for a second round.

“For sure. That would be one way to tell Chevy.”

“Chevy.” Her tone drops, and she twists toward me, pulling my cock from her hot frame and back into the freezing barn. “I completely forgot about Chevy. That’s probably why I’m a terrible person. How does someone forget about their brother?”

“I’m not sure you’re supposed to be thinking about your brother when you’re having sex.” My brows narrow playfully.

“You know what I mean.” She pokes my stomach in jest and rolls her eyes. “I should call him right now, tell him everything. He—”

The barn door rattles as though it’s going to open. Any one of my brothers has a key.

Shit.

I reach for Mira’s coat and slide it over her naked frame before grabbing my jeans and tugging them on. We’re half-dressed when my brother Nick makes an appearance.

“Oh shit! What the fuck?” Nick wears a Santa costume with an axe slung over his shoulder. In this light he looks like he’s from some sadistic horror movie, not the friendly Santa Claus he means to be portraying. “Fuck,” he laughs, “you guys are ballsy. Right here, in the Christmas barn? With the trees and the Christmas magic?”

“Okay… leave.”

Mira zips her coat up and stuffs the rest of her clothes into the pockets before glancing up at me. “I should go.”

“No, you’re not leaving. Nick is leaving.”

“I was actually looking for you two because Emma keeps calling the main line looking for Mira. She was in an accident up on the ridge. She went off the road on her way to work and hit a tree.”

“Oh my God! Is she okay?”

“Yeah. She’s fine by the sounds, but I guess you were her emergency contact. The hospital has been calling, and when they couldn’t get you, they called the main line. I saw your car, so I thought maybe you were up here waiting out the storm.” He clears his throat. “Guess I was right.”

What the fuck? I turn back toward Mira. “You get dressed. I’ll meet you outside.” I kiss her forehead and finish buttoning my flannel as I head toward the barn door.

I’ve imagined this going a million ways over the years. This wasn’t on any of the scripts.

“Wow,” Nick kicks his boot into the snow, “you’re insane. Chevy is going to kill you.”

I sigh, and glare at him. “He’s not going to kill me. I’m going to take care of Mira, and he’s going to be thankful she’s with someone who loves her as much as I do.”

Nick laughs. “Oh yeah? Is that before or after he separates your head from your body?”

I roll my eyes and bite the inside of my cheek. “Don’t say anything. We’ll tell him in time.”

Nick tugs his hand down over his beard. “Yeah, good luck with that.”

“Anyway,” I groan, “you been out on the roads yet?”

“Yeah. It’s pretty bad out there. I’ll take you guys up to the hospital. I have the plow on my truck, and everything is warm and ready to go. We’ll be fine in that thing.”

He’s not wrong. The truck he drives is built for the arctic and the plow he has on it could wreck a field of zombies or, in this case, at least six feet of snow. I know, because it had to last winter. He hasn’t stopped talking about it. Everyone he meets gets to hear the story about the winter he pushed that plow through nearly six feet of snow—on the main road, too.

The barn door slides open and Mira squints into the bright landscape before stepping outside. “You guys ready? I tried calling Mira, but she’s not picking up. I’m such an idiot. I put my phone down when Gabe and I were…”

“It’s okay.” I wrap my arm around her. “I’m sure she’s fine.”

“She is by the sounds,” Nick adds as we crunch into the storm toward his truck. “A little concussion is all. Sounds like she’s going to need someone to stay with her.”

“Stay with her?” Mira glances toward me with panic in her tone. “I love her and I want to take care of her, but I can’t stay with her twenty-four seven. I have finals at school this month and Emma doesn’t have anyone else.”

This isn’t what I want from this moment. I don’t want Mira to remember losing her virginity to me as something stressful. I need her to associate me with happiness.

I glance toward Nick, who’s put the truck in drive. “Nick can manage something like that. He’s got no responsibilities around the farm these days due to this whole plowing situation. So, when he leaves, Emma can ride with him.”

“Fuck, bro! Not a chance. Just cause I’m wearin’ the Santa suit doesn’t mean I’m generous.”

I could kill him right now.

“You owe me, man.” My tone is darker than necessary.

“No, it’s okay,” Mira says. “I’m her friend, so I’ll figure it out. Besides, Emma is a loud mouth, but she’s also a really private person. I doubt she’d want to spend the night alone with a strange man.”

“See…” Nick glances toward me as he pulls out into the road, plow down. We can barely see where we’re going, but he seems to be able to follow the road at the slow speed he’s going. “It’s a rough situation. I’m sure Emma’s family will—”

“She doesn’t have a family,” Mira sighs. “Her parents died when she was four, and she was raised in the foster system up in the Springs, which is an even better reason why I can’t let her down. Everyone else has.”

“That’s sad shit,” Nick shakes his head with one hand on the wheel, “but I’m still not St. Nicholas. I’m just an asshole in a red suit. So… sorry, can’t help.”

“It’s okay.” Mira scrubs her hands over her face as though she’s stressed.

I pull her close, tucking her under my arm as I glare at my brother with a look only he would understand. He will be staying with Emma. He just doesn’t know it yet.