6. Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Moore

She's a goddamn angel and I'm about to bust a nut all over her heavenly body. I can't believe she's never been touched before. Winter is perfect and she's all fucking mine.

Stirring from the dazed state her orgasm put her in, her pretty pale eyes begin to watch my every move. She's still panting softly, regaining her ability to breathe normally and I'm about to lose my mind. I haven't had the urge to come this intense in my whole damn life. My girl hasn't even touched my cock and it's ready to blow.

"Shirt, sugar," I grunt, circling my thick length with my meaty fist. "Lift your shirt for me so I can decorate all of that sexy skin."

Her delicate fingers lift the hem of her pink sweater, tugging it up just below her breasts. I don't know if she's trying to hide them from me or if she's simply too boneless to move the fabric further. Either way, the sight of her glistening little pussy petals and flat exposed stomach is enough.

My balls tighten, the coil of desire inside of me breaking with an unforgiving speed. I jerk the fuck out of my heavy rod, jaw clenching as warmth consumes me. Ropes of cum spurt from my tip, painting Winter's naked body. She whimpers as the warm jizz covers her, dripping all the way down to her sticky vagina.

"Fucking Christ ," I groan, pumping out the last few gushes directly onto her clit. Just looking at her perfect little pleasure pearl makes my head feel fuzzy. It's even prettier painted in my milky release.

"Wow," Winter says with an exhale. She stares down at the mess I've made of her and blinks. "It's so much."

"Shit, sorry," I say sheepishly, climbing out of bed to find something to clean her up. Of course she doesn't want to be bathed in my semen like some kind of kinky art exhibit.

When she sees me grabbing a towel from the cupboard, she holds up her pointer finger to stop me. "Can you get me my hot pink slime from my box?"

What?

Confused but willing to oblige, I hold on to the towel but head for her box of things. It doesn't take long to fish out her neon pink slime since it's nearly glowing. I'm not sure what's so special about it because it just looks like a plastic cylinder of what could definitely pass for radioactive goo. But if she wants to play with her crafts after the gift she just gave me, she sure as fuck can.

Handing her the container, I move to clean her up and Winter swats my hand away softly. "Don't waste it," she chastises while unscrewing her slime's lid.

Before I can inquire about what she's doing and why the heck she's doing it, she has her pink stuff out of the plastic and is mushing it in her hands happily. Utterly lost, I watch as she expands the slime, stretching it wide and then covering her stomach with it.

She uses the pink stuff like a vessel to pick up my creamy cum, incorporating the two together. My jaw feels heavy while I gape at her actions.

"Are you mixing my cum into your slime?"

"Of course, I am, silly."

Still stunned but too enamored with her to care, I ask, "And it's… making you happy?"

She looks up from her crafts, grinning widely. "I'm delighted! I can't wait to see how it affects the texture. Did you know there are a whole bunch of slime types? This one is butter slime so it has air dry clay in it. It feels like a thick and soft cloud."

Winter giggles as she gathers all of the cum from her body, even what's between her legs. Slowly but surely, she has all of my seed mixed into her now slightly-less neon concoction. Even though it's mixed, she continues to play with it wistfully.

"I didn't know that," I reply honestly. "Is butter slime your preference?"

"Uh-huh," she confirms. "I like snow fizz slime too, but I don't have the stuff for it."

Not right now she doesn't. By the end of the week, she will. I'll have whatever it is expedited here, I don't care what it costs. I've got millions in the bank that I never use, and if this fizz makes her smile half as much as she is right now, it'll be more than worth it. Hell, if I can't have it delivered, I'll leave this place and take her to find it in person.

I haven't seriously thought about leaving the off-shore site since arriving. But the more I have her close, the more I know I have to. She's been trapped here more than she's been free. Living here? It's no life for her. And I don't plan to live without her. Not anymore.

"You've got that thinking look in your eye," she informs me, lips twitching. "What's on your mind, handsome?"

"The future," I respond honestly. "I know you said we could talk about it tomorrow, but I can't stop thinking about tomorrow and every day after that."

She blushes hard. "Yeah? With me?"

"Can't see it any other way, sugar," I admit.

"And how do you see it?"

"Honestly?"

Winter nods. "Mhm."

"I see us getting the hell out of here. I want you where it's safe immediately. Somewhere that you choose to be, not where you've been forced to stay. In my house, preferably. My house that my family refused to let me sell. They've been keeping it ready for the day I decided to come home, and I guess I'm going to have to let them be right."

Pushing her shirt back down, my girl sits up and puts her slime back into its container. "You would leave here for me? Even though this is your escape?"

Her eyes are shiny with emotion and I bend down, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"I'd be an awfully dense man if I didn't know you deserve better than this place, sugar. I can't properly take care of you here. I want to watch you flourish and this place? It isn't somewhere that you build a future. If you'd agree to come with me, my home would be yours. How do you feel about returning to the rest of the world?"

She smiles like she can't help it. It's sheepish and fucking adorable. "Well… there are a lot of things to do and places to go outside of here. I may have spent the last two years imagining being anywhere but here."

"And you're not scared?" I ask hesitantly. "To leave with a stranger who looks like me?"

She scoffs, pinching my arm in reprimand. "I'm not scared to leave with the man who jumped into the storm-riddled ocean to save my life. I'm elated that my handsome hero is just as taken with me as I am with him. I'm ecstatic that you have a house we can make into our home."

I open my mouth to respond and she pinches me again.

"And I'm positively giddy that you've thought about getting married already. If you had a ring right now, I'd shove it on my finger and never stop looking at it."

"Really?" I ask, astonished by the declaration.

Winter softens her frustrated features and stands up on the bed, leaning forward to wrap her arms around my neck. Her hair still smells slightly like the ocean, but mostly like her naturally sweet aroma.

"Really," she whispers, the word brushing against my neck.

My arms enclose around her back, tightening our embrace. I haven't felt a hug in a very long time, the last one I can remember being from my mother before I came here. This is a million times better than that.

Her fingers gently play with the bits of my hair near my neck. "Do you think they'll like me? Your family?"

"My mom will adore you just for being the reason to bring me home," I joke, laughing lightly. "Dad won't say much, he's a quiet man, but he won't disapprove. Morris will treat you like a little sister immediately. And Meghan will tease me about our age gap, but she's the nicest one of us all. They'll like you, sweetheart."

Grinning, she pulls back to smack a kiss to my cheek. "Tell me about them?"

"How about I get us some food and I'll tell you about them while we eat? And you can tell me about all the places you want to visit when we leave, hmm?"

"Good idea," she says with a nod. "Oh! Where do you even live?"

"Massachusetts," I answer immediately. "My family has an estate there. My house is on the outskirts of it, about a mile from the other houses."

Winter's smile beams. "Oh my gosh, that sounds perfect! There's this bookstore in Salem that I'm dying to go to. Massachusetts is where I wanted to go to college before…" she trails off, looking embarrassed.

"Hey," I say softly, lifting her chin with a curled finger. "That's never going to happen to you again. I'm taking care of you now, sugar. You're mine, my sweet girl. You want to go to college? I'll help you fill out applications. You want to stay home and make crafts all day? I'll buy your supplies. You want to have a few kids and be the coolest stay-at-home mom ever? I'll make it happen."

My declaration makes my girl whimper, her lips immediately crashing into mine. Her kiss is like a declaration of her own, the force behind it saying more than words ever could. Before I let how good it feels overwhelm me, I end it. I need to feed her and get her hydrated more than I need to lay her down again.

"Let me feed you, sugar."

Thankfully, she doesn't press the issue. She puts her pants back on and happily goes to explore her box of items while I freshen up in the bathroom. With my hands washed and clothes put back into place, I try to excuse myself to go grab food, assuring Winter that I'll be quick.

"Can't I come with you?" she asks, standing up quickly.

Though I don't love the idea of it, I can't tell her no. "Of course, you can."

"Yay," she squeaks with a grin.

Skipping over to the door, she slips her feet into the pair of slippers Nancy gave her. Without hesitating, Winter snatches up my hand, threading our fingers together. Her skin is buttery soft against mine and I have to smile at how we look intertwined.

Leading my girl out of the room, I shut the door behind us and start walking with her hand-in-hand. I have to purposely keep my steps short and slow so she can keep up, but I don't mind one bit.

"What kind of food do you guys have here?" she questions, looking up at me with a curious look. Before I can answer, she makes a funny face, cutely scrunching her nose. "What do you even do here? My dad always just said it was top secret."

"We have a bunch of different food," I reply with a shrug. "What have you been eating this whole time, sugar?"

Shyly, she lifts a shoulder. "Stuff he could grab easily I guess. Granola bars, fruit, candy, sandwiches."

There's that itch to kill a deadman again.

"Well, we'll have to get you some nice hot food then." Scratching the back of my neck, I continue to answer her second question. "And the facility's exact location is a secret, but what we do is nothing nefarious, I assure you. Oil stuff, research, engineering, welding… we do a lot. Me personally though? I run things, stepping in wherever, if I'm needed."

"Sounds like too much work," she quips. "You deserve a vacation."

Squeezing her hand, I tell her, "Sweetheart, I'm pretty sure the rest of my life is going to feel like a vacation with you at my side."

"Aww," she gushes, tucking into my side as much as she can while continuing to walk with me. "You're a big sweetie, you know that?"

I would have never described myself as sweet before, but I can admit I'll always be sweet to her. I'll be whatever she wants me to be.

"Just for you, sugar."

She practically swoons, making a happy little noise and lifting our hands to kiss the back of mine. Moving forward, we enter our destination and the dining hall comes to a near-silent pause as we're noticed. My spine straightens and I resist the urge to pull Winter behind me to shield her from prying eyes.

"You okay, handsome?" she asks quietly.

"They're all looking at you and I hate it," I grunt.

She frowns. "You want to keep me hidden too?"

Too . Like her father did.

"No, never," I reply firmly. "I just want to stab all of their eyes out. You aren't theirs to look at."

"But I'm yours?"

"Fuck yes, you are."

Her responding smirk is priceless. "Then it doesn't matter if they look. I'm a taken woman. I'm also a hungry woman, so?—"

Caring more about taking care of her than who gets to see her, I interrupt her sentence and bring her over to the food options. It doesn't take long for her to pick a pasta dish, a small bag of chips, and an electrolyte drink.

It doesn't take long for her to convince me to eat at one of the tables rather than going back to our room either.