6. Josh

CHAPTER 6

JOSH

I button my pants but don't bother zipping them up since I plan to lose them very soon. It's dark inside my home, shadows playing off the walls as we stumble through the door, but nothing dims the heat humming between us. With her curvy body pressed close to my side and the smell of her arousal surrounding us, my cock is hard as a rock and steadily dripping cum into my pants.

"Your house is beautiful," she gasps as I lift her curvy body up against my chest.

"I'll give you a tour later," I growl against the soft skin at the base of her neck. "After I fuck your sweet pussy two or three times."

"That sounds like a great plan," she groans as I rush down the hallway. I've been dying to get my hands on her since the moment she walked into my office, and I can't wait another second. "Now hurry." I love how demanding my sweet girl is.

I rush into my bedroom and kick the door shut behind us while covering her soft lips with mine. I stumble over my own feet when she bites down on my bottom lip. "Fuck." I lose my goddamn mind and set her on her feet. Her dress, already hanging on by little more than a prayer after our front seat escapade, tears away from her stunning curves with the barest tug. The sound of it shredding echoes around us. "You told me to hurry," I remind her when she leans back to glare at me.

My eyes roam over the luscious curves displayed before me in just a light pink lacy bra and matching panties. God. I don't fucking know where to start.

"I'm not complaining." I forget all about her ruined clothing when she runs her soft hands down the front of my body. She unbuttons my pants and pushes them and my boxers down my legs.

She wraps her soft hand around my cock, and I slam my lips down on hers, needing to devour her sweetness. I walk her back toward the bed, feasting the entire way until the backs of her legs hit the edge of the bed. Her bra loses the fight to contain her large tits as she falls back onto the silky covers.

"Play with your juicy nipples," I groan and watch as she pulls the bra away and closes her fingers around her berry-red nipples. She's too fucking stunning and I nearly come from the sight of her pleasuring herself. I reach down to squeeze my aching cock, needing to slow things down before I lose control. "Fuck, you're so goddamn beautiful." That's a motherfucking understatement. I can't even find the right words to express how perfect she is.

"So are you." Her eyes turn from hazel to deep green as her gaze roams down my body. My cock grows impossibly harder as she stares intently at it.

I step closer and reach down to spread her silky thighs before dropping to my knees between them. Instinctively, she spreads her legs wider, giving me better access. I stare down at her soaked pink panties and my mouth waters, needing to taste her.

"I've been dreaming about this," I growl and rip the silky material away in one swipe

"You ripped my panties." She leans up on one elbow and stares down at what I'm doing to her sweet body.

"I'll buy you more," I mumble against her skin as I lean over to close my lips around her clit.

"Oh my!" Her scream echoes around the room when I spread her lips and slide my tongue deep into her juicy pussy. Her taste bursts through me as I devour her sweetness.

I slip a finger just inside her opening and realize she's so fucking tight. "Have you been saving yourself for your caveman?"

"Yes." She squirms, lifting her hips, pressing her pussy against my face. Wetness drips down my chin as I fuck her with my tongue. "More."

I'll give her anything she fucking wants. I wrap my lips around her clit and suck hard while pressing my finger deep until she comes screaming my name.

While she rides out the orgasm, I arrange her on the bed and crawl over her trembling body. I line up my cock with her wet opening and stare down into her glazed-over hazel eyes.

"I'm never letting you go." I slowly press forward. "Hold on while I fuck my son deep in your womb." She listens to my order and digs her nails into my shoulders.

I claim her lips and slide my tongue into her mouth to tangle with hers. I slowly withdraw a little and thrust again, claiming a little more of her pussy with each downward press. Her inner muscles clamp down tightly on my cock, and I have to count backward from one hundred to distract myself.

I kiss my way from her sweet mouth along her jaw and down the side of her throat. I suck the delicate skin into my mouth, making sure to leave a dark purple bruise over her pulse point.

When she wraps one leg around my hips and starts lifting her hips to meet my thrusts, I pick up speed.

She whimpers each time I withdraw. "Stop acting like I'm going to break and freaking fuck me," she grumbles against the side of my throat.

"Fuck, I can't resist you," I growl against her ear as I pound deep into her sweet pussy.

She throws her head back and cries out my name as I drive us both crazy.

I lose track of time as she comes over and over again. Her pussy is strangling the fuck out of my cock, and I'm pretty sure I'm going to have a massive bruise on my dick, but it's all worth it to have my sweet girl screaming my name while she comes.

My orgasm tingles at the base of my spine as another climax roars through her curvy body. This time, she clenches her inner muscles tight around my dick, dragging me along with her. My cock empties deep inside her, and I will my swimmers to do their goddamn job and breed her gorgeous ass.

Once the room stops spinning around me, I drop to my side and drag her with me.

"I love you." I lose the ability to keep the words in when her curvy body snuggles against my side.

Lyric lifts her head and places her chin on my chest. For several seconds, she stares silently into my eyes. As the time stretches on, I start to worry I've revealed my secret too soon. Was it too soon? My heart seizes in my chest as doubt pours in.

"I love you, too," she whispers, and my heart finally starts beating in a normal rhythm again.

We fall asleep in each other's arms. At some point, her phone annoyingly dings continuously from her purse over by the door. Lyric grumbles and slips out of my bed. "What's going on?" I sit up and ask.

"I'm betting my sisters are checking on me," she tells me as she dials and lifts her phone to her ear.

To give her privacy, I slide out of bed and head to the bathroom to run her a hot bath. A few moments later, I sense her walking up behind me.

"Is everything okay?" I turn and pull her into my arms. My cock hardens, but I ignore the fucker while holding her close.

"Yes, Lyra just wanted to make sure you haven't kidnapped me to have your wicked way with me."

"I did have my wicked way with you." I run my hands down her body until I squeeze both of her ass cheeks in my hands. As her luscious body melts against mine, I tell myself it's too soon to work out her sweet former virgin pussy.

"I didn't tell my sister that." She rolls her eyes. "I did tell her that I plan to spend the rest of the weekend with you."

"I'm glad. Or I'd have to kidnap you for real."

"It isn't kidnapping if I want to be here."

When morning spills through the blinds, filtering the room with soft sunlight, I stir first, glancing over to find Lyric still sleeping, her breaths slow and steady, and her expression softened by slumber.

I take a moment to simply watch her, knowing I'm a lucky motherfucker to have won my sweet girl's heart. I glance at my phone and see it's almost noon time. I'm not shocked we slept this late after our late-night activities.

I lean over and softly run my lips around her sweet earlobe. "Wake up, sleepy head.

"Morning," she murmurs, her husky voice warm with sleep.

"Good morning, sweet girl," I reply as she rolls over to face me. My cock is painfully hard, but I ignore the fucker, knowing my girl is probably too sore to do much about it. "How do you feel about going fishing today?"

She blinks up at me with a look that rides the line between curiosity and potential horror. "Fishing?"

"Yeah." I slide closer, my enthusiasm infectious and maybe a little unrelenting. "Trust me, you'll love it. Plus, it's my favorite way to unwind."

Lyric considers this, and the skepticism melts away as she screws her face up into an adorable expression. "Alright, I'm in. But you're doing all the blood and guts stuff."

"Deal." I laugh as happiness flows through my soul.

I find a pair of stretch athletic shorts and a t-shirt that aren't too crazy big for Lyric to wear since I pretty much shredded her dress last night. While she gets ready in my bathroom, I quickly shower and dress in the guest bathroom—to keep my hands off her stunning body.

After a quick breakfast, we pack a picnic basket and head to the garage to grab our fishing gear. Among my collection of unpacked boxes are two solid, reliable fishing poles. Lyric stands back, amusement dancing in her eyes at my casual chaos, but nevertheless, she accepts the pole I hand her. "When do you plan to finish unpacking?" she teases.

"I'll get around to it. Eventually." I turn and wink at her. "Right now, I'm too busy wooing my girl to worry about unpacking boxes."

"Oh." She bites her juicy bottom lip. "Woo away."

"I plan to." With our rods and a small tackle box in hand, we make our way down the path toward my private pond. The tree-lined walk is one of my favorite parts of the property. We make our way down the winding trail with vibrant leaves overhead shading the way.

"Wow," she breathes out, reaching for a low-hanging branch and brushing it to the side. "This is freaking gorgeous."

"Wait ‘til you see the pond," I promise, excited to show her my favorite haven. We step through the clearing to find the tree-lined pond. At its edge lies a newly built wooden wharf, a project of pride and a perfect spot to cast our lines.

We step onto it and Lyric looks around, eyes bright and hair catching the playful breeze as she takes it all in. "This is amazing, Josh."

There's an unmistakable thrill in sharing this piece of my world with her, in watching her enjoy the things I hold dear.

After a quick rundown of fishing basics, I grab a live worm from the tackle box and hold it up to her. "I'll show you how to bait your line."

"Uh…" her expressive eyes widen, "I'm not killing a poor innocent worm to catch fish." The stubborn set of her chin tells me this is one battle I'm not going to win.

"Why don't we use lures instead?" I grab two lures from the tackle box and string them on the fishing line.

"And we're going to let all those worms go, right?" She stares up at me with a look that melts my heart. I'd fucking do anything for this woman.

"Of course." She already has me wrapped around her little finger. "There's a muddy place in the shade over by that oak tree. It's the perfect place to put them so they can find a new home."

"Thank you." Lyric's happy smile soothes something deep in my soul I've never even realized is there.

After we turn the entire bowl of worms free, I take her back to our shaded spot on the wharf.

"So, what are we catching?" she asks, squinting into the distance like a captain surveying the horizon.

"Bass, mostly," I say. "Would you like to have a little competition? We'll see who catches the biggest fish."

Her eyes light up. "Oh, you're on." She grins and claps her hands together. "Loser buys dinner?"

"Sounds like a plan," I retort, a playful challenge heavy in the air between us.

The sun reaches mid-sky and I reapply sunscreen to Lyric before we cast our first line. "When did you start fishing to unwind?" she asks as I have a tug on my first cast. When I reel in a large bass, the fucker wiggles free and swims away before I'm able to slide the net under him.

"My parents were usually too busy at work or at the country club to spend time with me when I was young, so I spent most weekends with my grandparents. They had a little stream behind their house, and my grandfather used to take me fishing every weekend."

Her eyes soften as her bottom lip trembles. "I'm sorry your parents suck." Lyric rubs my forearm.

"Don't be. I was much happier with Pops and Gram. They pretty much raised me until I went away to college. Now, they live on a little private beach near Miami."

"Do you still go fishing with your grandfather?" She bites her bottom lip as she concentrates on casting her fishing line.

"I try to visit them several times a year, and we go fishing nearly every day when I'm there." In fact, I'm supposed to go visit them in a few weeks, and I'm hoping to bring Lyric with me.

"That's great." She smiles, reels her line in, and casts it over to the other side. It gets caught in the weeds along the bank, and she grumbles under her breath while trying to tug it loose.

"Tell me about your parents." I pull my line out of the water and lean my pole against the railing before walking over to help her free her line.

She glances over her shoulder and smiles. "They were great. Mom was a violinist and Dad was a pianist, and they played in a symphony together. When Lyra and I were nineteen, they died in a plane crash on their way home from a concert. Our family wasn't well off, but we've always been very close." I already knew the bare basics from the report Giant sent over. Which reminds me, I need to explain that report before it comes back to bite me in the ass.

Lyric surprises me with how quickly she gets the hang of fishing. What begins with enthusiastic determination soon turns into remarkable aptitude. Her first catch lands on the dock. Its shiny scales glisten in the sun as my girl squeals with pride.

"Well, look who's a natural," I comment, celebrating her happiness.

She shrugs, smug and charming in the way only she can be. "Beginner's luck."

Luck or not, she's landing more wins than anything else. As the afternoon wears on, her "beginner's luck" kicks in and she ends up catching twice as many fish as me.

"I can't believe this is your first time fishing," I say, mock exasperated as I unhook yet another successful catch of hers.

"I'm a fast learner." Lyric wiggles her eyebrows and tosses her hair, and I can't resist pulling her close for a kiss.

"I already know that." I smile against her lips. I can't remember a time in my life when I've been happier or more at ease than I am today.

Eventually, we settle back onto the wharf, letting our poles rest for a while as we soak in the sun's warmth. Lyric sits next to me, pulling her knees up, looking completely at home. Our earlier antics melt into a peaceful quiet as we watch the water ripple gently under the soft breeze.

"Thank you for bringing me here," she murmurs and wraps her soft hand around mine.

I bring her hand to my lips and place soft kisses across her knuckles. "Thank you for spending the day with me."

"It was the best day." She snuggles against my side.

"What do you want for dinner?" I admit defeat. At this point, there's no way I can even come close to catching as many fish as her.

"Pizza." Her eyes light up. "I'm addicted to First Class Pizza."

"First Class Pizza it is then." I hug her close and we stay there a little longer, watching as the sun slowly slips from the sky. Nothing about it feels rushed or forced, everything falling naturally into the rhythm of our makeshift paradise.

As the lightning bugs start to appear, we decide to pack up our picnic lunch and tackle box. Lyric carries her rod, a look of satisfied accomplishment on her face as we retrace our path toward the house.

Coming to Silver Spoon Falls was the best impulsive decision I've ever made. Not only did I find the love of my life, but I've also found my favorite fishing partner.