5. Elliot

I’m just refilling my coffee for the second time when my sweet sunshine pads down the hallway and pokes her head into the kitchen, where I’m sitting. She’s so damn cute with sleep still clouding her eyes.

“Morning,” she says with a shy smile. “I guess I kind of overslept, huh?” Brielle yawns and I grin, loving the fact that she’s here, in my space.

“You can’t oversleep on a Saturday. That’s like, the golden rule of Saturdays.” This earns me a sweet smile that has my heart melting for her.

“That’s true,” my girl agrees, nodding her head as she sits at the table next to me. “Plus, I was waiting for my wake-up call. Day one and you’re already going back on our deal?”

She lifts an eyebrow, half teasing, half challenging me to make good on my promise. I stand from my seat so abruptly that my chair clatters to the floor on its side. I’m leaning over Brielle in the next second, my hands resting on either side of the arms of her chair.

Brushing my nose against the side of her neck, I breathe in her candy-sweet, citrusy scent. I’ve been wondering if it’s her shampoo or soap that smells so good, but I think it’s just Brielle. She’s addictive, everything about her.

“Don’t think for a second I won’t spread you out right here on this table,” I growl. Brielle’s pulse is pounding against the side of her neck, and I nip the skin there before placing a kiss over the same spot. “But you were so tired last night,” I remind her, my voice softening as an image of her curled up in the passenger’s seat of my truck.

She was sound asleep by the time we got up the mountain. Her tiny snores made my heart ache for everything she’s been through. I’m just satisfied that she trusted me and felt safe enough to fall asleep in my truck.

I carried her inside and woke her up just enough to get her to change into one of my t-shirts. Then I tucked her into bed before crawling in behind her and falling into the deepest sleep I’ve had in years. I never thought I’d find anything in life as fulfilling as being a Ranger, but providing for Brielle, making her smile, and ensuring her safety clicks in a way nothing else ever has. I know I would be content just to be in her presence every day.

“I know,” Brielle whispers. “I was kidding. Mostly.” My girl winks at me and nips at my bottom lip. I rise to the challenge, fusing our lips together as we push and pull, needing, wanting, and taking in equal measure.

We eventually break for air, and I smile at Brielle”s mussed-up hair, swollen lips, and red cheeks. ”Stay right there, beautiful,” I tell her. ”I”ll warm up some breakfast. I made pancakes for us but didn”t want to wake you up. They”ll heat up quickly, so it”ll just be a minute.”

“I didn’t know you could cook,” my girl says, her blue eyes sparkling in wonder at this new piece of information. How does she make me feel so… special?

“There are lots of things you don’t know about me,” I say as I grab the plate of pancakes and stick them in the microwave. “Like that my three friends live up here in their own cabins.”

“You have friends?!” she exclaims, making me laugh.

“Well, at least two friends,” I say for some reason. I don’t mean to get into everything with Wilder, especially not on her first morning here. She’s already helped me through so much, I don’t want to just keep giving her my problems.

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing,” I’m quick to say. “It’s… It’s another part of my story I’m not proud of. One that I haven’t fixed yet.”

Brielle opens her mouth, but before she can respond the microwave beeps. Thankful for the distraction, I take the pancakes out and grab some butter and syrup on the way back to the table. I spread everything out for her, then grab another mug and fill it with coffee, setting it down next to her plate.

“Thank you, Elliot,” she says, covering my hand with hers once I’m seated next to her again. “For offering your place, for taking care of me, just like you said you would. I can’t believe I slept for like thirteen hours.”

“You needed it.”

“I only had one bad night of sleep,” she says dismissively.

“Brielle,” I murmur. “We both know that’s not true.” Our eyes meet, and I recognize the heaviness, the bone-deep weariness I’ve been dealing with in my own life. We may come from completely different backgrounds, but our pain is similar. We’re trapped, living a life we never thought we would.

She nods, her eyes watering before she blinks her tears away. “You’re right,” she whispers.

I squeeze her hand and lean over, kissing her on the top of her head. “Eat up, sunshine. I want to take you on a tour of the place before it gets too hot out.”

“Friends and a tour? Who are you right now?” she teases, cutting into her pancakes. I watch her lips wrap around the fork as she takes a bite, and Jesus, the thoughts I have are obscene.

I choke out a cough and take a sip of my coffee to give myself a moment to recover. “I’m hoping to be less of an ass and more of a… gentleman.”

“Gentleman?” Brielle repeats, her eyes shining with playfulness.

“Fine, maybe that’s going a bit too far, but you know what I mean. I just want to be… someone worthy of you.”

My instinct is to look away from her while I give her another piece of my heart, but I want her to see the truth behind my statement.

“Elliot,” she says softly. “You are enough. Just you.”

I don’t know how to respond to that, so I take another sip of my coffee. Brielle understands the moment is too intense, and as always, she gives me space to process. She doesn’t even know how good she is for me.

“So, who taught you to cook?”

I love that she can just switch the subject and move on to something else. I tend to linger in the darkness, but when I’m around Brielle, all I want to do is be closer to her light.

I launch into a story about being assigned cook duty by accident, and how I made a friend that week I was mistakenly there who ended up teaching me quite a bit. Brielle digs into her food, listening as I tell her about a few of my more disastrous escapades in the kitchen.

By the time she’s finished, my throat is sore from talking the entire time. I don’t think I’ve spoken so many words in one sitting since joining the military.

Brielle stands and clears off the table, but I take the dishes from her hands. “I’ve got it.”

“You cooked, so I’ll clean.” Brielle snatches the plates from my grasp, giggling while racing past me to the sink. I let her get to the counter so she can safely put the breakable dishes down, and then I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her against me.

“You, my sexy little sunshine, need to go put some pants on before I decide to skip the tour altogether and toss you down on the bed to fulfill my daily end of our deal.”

Brielle slides her hands up my chest, her delicate touch making me tremble with need. She’s so soft, so supple, everything about her fresh and fragile and all fucking mine.

”And if I don”t want to put on pants?” she whispers, trying to be sassy. Her confidence wavers slightly, and I”m reminded of how damn innocent she really is.

“There’s no pressure,” I tell her, needing her to know she’s in control here. “We’ll go at your pace.”

Brielle’s hands glide up from my chest to my shoulders, then she loops her arms around my neck. “I want whatever this… this feeling is. When I’m with you, things just make sense. I… is that dumb?”

“No,” I rush to say. “Nothing you say or think is dumb.” She rolls her eyes at me, but I keep staring right at her. “I can’t explain it either. I don’t want to. I just want to experience it all with you.”

She nods, her crystal blue eyes boring into mine. She’s giving me her heart and soul, begging me to take care of them. I will. I so fucking will. Forever.

Brielle takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom, the moment both tender and erotic as hell.

“Show me, Elliot,” Brielle murmurs. “Show me how to experience everything with you.” My beautiful, brave goddess grabs the hem of the t-shirt she’s wearing and lifts it up her body, revealing her soft flesh to me.

I pull her shirt the rest of the way off and kiss a trail down her neck and over her shoulders. Her gorgeous breasts are bare before me and my mouth waters at the sight of them. I trace my fingers over her mounds, memorizing every curve. I weigh them in my hands and brush her dusky pink nipples with my thumbs.

“Perfect,” I murmur.

Dipping my head to her chest, I take her breast into my mouth, sucking and flicking her nipple with my tongue. She gasps and arches her back, giving me better access. Brielle moans and I suck her harder, taking more of her into my mouth.

I pull back and she whimpers. I smile down at her before placing open-mouthed kisses along her jaw and down her neck, scraping my teeth on her collarbone and licking between the valley of her breasts.

Kneeling before her, I nip at the sensitive underside of her breasts, earning me a moan as she bucks her hips. I sit back on my heels to admire the stunning creature before me.

“Do you trust me, Brielle?”

I look up into her eyes, willing her to give herself to me fully, reminding her that she’s already mine. She nods.

“I need your words,” I whisper as I kiss her soft belly and then look up into her big, vulnerable blue eyes. “I know I’m your first. I fucking love that. It’s been so damn long for me. I don’t remember anyone before you, sunshine.”

“I trust you, Elliot,” Brielle murmurs. God, her words are my undoing.

“Good girl,” I praise as I help her lay down on the bed, her legs still dangling over the edge.

Lifting one leg over my shoulder and then the other, I grip her hips to keep her in place and run my nose along the seam of her pussy. I blow hot air over her juicy folds and feel her tremble in my hands. My tongue dips into her soaking wet entrance and up, up, up to her tight ball of nerves.

“Oh, god, Elliot…” she cries out, clenching her thighs together when I circle her clit again and again. Another forceful stroke of my tongue pushes through her folds, pulling whimpers from deep within her.

I spear my tongue into her hole, sipping her sweet nectar straight from the source. Massaging the walls of her velvet pussy, I get lost in her scent, her taste, her essence as it gushes over my lips, dripping down my chin. I find her clit and circle around the outside, not quite giving her what she needs.

“Ohmygod, Elliot, please…” Brielle rotates her hips, trying to get me to touch her where she needs me. I place my other hand over her stomach, spreading out my fingers and pinning her in place.

I withdraw my hand completely and look up at her, depriving her of my touch altogether. She whimpers in frustration.

“I’ll always give you what you need,” I promise her.

I dive back into her addictive pussy. Just being away from her sweet heat for a few seconds was pure torture. I devour her ripe little cunt, unable to get enough of her. Swirling my tongue around her little button, I trace patterns and switch between feather-soft licks and hard, forceful licks. Brielle writhes beautifully under me as I continue my assault.

I move my fingers to her entrance, slipping one finger into her tight channel.

“Elliot,” she shouts as she fists the sheets in her hands.

I pump my digit in and out of her, curling my finger to massage her most sensitive spot. I thrust two fingers inside of her and watch as she shakes and jerks her hips up at the invasion. Leaning back a bit, I watch my fingers move in and out of her as she rides my hand. Fucking beautiful.

She’s so close, I feel her muscles tense, her pussy pulsing around me. Her body is strung tight, vibrating with tension as I wind her up with each pump of my fingers.

“Ohmygod, ohmygod, Elliot, I… Ohmygod…”

She can barely form words as she reaches her peak, her breathing becoming more and more erratic.

“I’ve got you, sunshine. Come for me. Come all over my face, god, I need you to come for me, Brielle.”

I lean back down and suck her clit into my mouth, massaging it with my tongue. I bite down on her hard nub and she explodes on my hand, gushing and thrashing and crying out my name. I replace my fingers with my tongue and lap up wave after wave of wetness as her pussy convulses and she rides out her high.

I rub her clit again and again in continuous, steady circles.

“I can’t, Elliot. It’s too much,” she whimpers.

“Not enough, love. One more time. I need it. Need to see you come again.”

I pump two fingers inside of her again, her pussy still throbbing and swollen from her first orgasm. I’m mesmerized by her soft, pink folds, glistening with her need. She’s so fucking wet, my fingers glide easily in and out of her, stretching her and preparing her for my huge cock.

Soon, Brielle tenses up against my hand and I know she’s on edge.

“That’s it, honey,” I rasp. “Let go for me. I’ve got you.”

I curl my fingers up to hit her G-spot and press down on her clit with my thumb and she spasms around my hand, every muscle in her body clenching before her great release.

“Oh, fuck! Elliot, Elliot, Elliot…” she chants as she floats back down to earth. I stare at her, soaking in every facial expression, every curve of her body, every bounce of her gorgeous tits as she trembles before me.

I remove my fingers from her and circle her nipples, covering her in her sweet, sticky juices before licking it off her breasts. I work my way up her chest, nipping and kissing the graceful curve of her neck, relishing in the slightly salty taste of her skin from the thin sheen of sweat covering her body. I love that I put it there, made her sweat, made her moan and shake.

Finally, my lips graze the delicate shell of her ear.

“Fucking beautiful. Love watching you fall apart.”

Brielle’s breathing finally returns to normal. Her brilliant eyes flutter open, making me groan when I see the lust still burning there.

Good. I’m not done with her. Not by a long shot.

“No fair,” she pouts, sitting up to tug on my shirt. “You’ve seen all of me, but I’ve hardly seen any of you.”

I grin at her, loving her eagerness. “As you wish.”

I crawl off the bed and pull my shirt over my head. Brielle props herself up on her elbows to watch me. It’s then I remember she’s never actually seen my leg. Brielle must have the same realization. She sits up on the bed, reaching out for me. I walk closer to her, watching as she undoes the button and zipper on my jeans.

“Let me see you,” she says softly. I nod, letting her pull the fabric down. I step out of my jeans and boxer briefs, standing completely bare before the only woman I’ve ever loved.

Her eyes never leave mine as she places a hand on my chest, silently thanking me for giving her this part of me, too. I stare down at her, my skin burning under her touch.

Eventually, her eyes glide over my chest, arms, and stomach. She traces the swirls of ink on my skin, leaving behind a trail of fire as she goes.

Her fingers find an old scar on the left side of my ribcage. A piece of shrapnel from the explosion lodged itself in my side, leaving a nice reminder of that day. Brielle bends down and kisses the raised skin. It”s the sweetest, purest gesture I’ve ever witnessed, and I feel myself falling even more in love with her.

Her fingers continue their survey of my body, and I let her. It”s all hers.

She finds another scar on my right shoulder. It’s a bullet wound I got while on one of my first missions. It wasn’t that bad. The medic said the shoulder is one of the best places to get shot. I told him that sounds like some bullshit people who have never been shot tell you.

Brielle’s eyebrows knit together in concern but she doesn’t ask questions. In time, she’ll learn all of my stories. She’ll know each wound, both internal and external. Just like I want to learn all about hers.

My achingly sweet girl places a tender kiss on the scar on my shoulder and continues tracing kisses over my chest until she gets to my heart. I know she can feel it pounding against my ribcage, every beat pulsing with need, desire, and love.

She kisses my chest, over my heart. ”Mine,” she whispers into my skin before resting her forehead there. Her fingers brush down the side of my body, past my hip, until she reaches the start of the marred flesh on my leg. She doesn”t look or make a big deal out of it, she just gently strokes me there, loving this part of me, too.

I’m overwhelmed by her sweet, tender touches and soft exploration. I place two fingers under her chin and tilt her head up toward mine before brushing my lips on hers.

She opens immediately for me and I dive into her soft mouth. Her hands move up my chest and around my neck, tangling in the hair at the back of my head as she tugs me closer, trying to devour me.

Suddenly she pulls away from me and I follow her like a magnet, drawn to her light, her touch. Her hands glide back down my body and she strokes my dick, wrapping her fingers around my girth and stroking until I’m about ready to nut in her hand.

“You feel too good, sunshine,” I groan as I stop her movements. “I’m going to come right now if you touch me again, but I want to be inside of you when that happens.”

“Oh…” she gulps. I gently lay her back down on the bed and step out of the last of my clothing before crawling over her.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. So perfect. So mine.” My eyes sweep over her body and I can’t believe all of this is for me.

I dip my head down and kiss her, sucking her tongue into my mouth and stroking it with mine. We break for air and I lick down her throat, feeling her pulse race under my tongue. I reach down and drag a finger through her slit, collecting her juices and checking her readiness.

“So wet for me, love.”

She nods, her eyes glazed over with lust. I trace my fingers over her lips, rubbing her honey across her soft skin before licking and kissing it off. She moans, and the sound goes straight to my dick. My dirty girl likes it.

I reach down again and gather more of her sweet cum, rubbing it on my aching cock in long strokes. I line myself up to her entrance and gaze into her captivating blue eyes, searching for any doubts or worries.

“Are you ready for me, Brielle?”

She nods.

“I need your words. I need to hear you say it.”

“I want you, Elliot. Please, I’m ready for you. I want to be yours completely.”

Her confession does me in. I growl and push the head of my cock into her tight, hot pussy. “I’ll be gentle. I promise. You’re safe with me,” I comfort her. I know it’s going to hurt, and I hate that thought. But I love knowing I’ll be the one to make it better.

“I know. I’m ready, please, please, Elliot. I ache for you.”

Fuck. That’s all I need to hear. I push myself further into her, bottoming out in one long thrust. She whimpers and clings to me, squeezing her eyes shut as a single tear escapes. My heart clenches knowing I caused her pain. I kiss her tear away and nuzzle her neck.

“Thank you for giving me this precious gift,” I whisper into her silky, warm skin. “Are you okay?” I lean back and search her face.

“I’m so full. I love being connected to you like this.” Her pussy squeezes around my girth, and I bite the side of my cheek to keep from exploding right here and now.

“Fuck, sunshine,” I groan. “You feel so incredible. Love having you wrapped around me, love filling you up.” My cock twitches, pre-cum no doubt leaking out into her pussy. “I have to move. Are you okay?” I ask again. I might die if I don’t start moving, but I’d happily die right here if she wasn’t ready.

She moves her hips in answer to my question, wriggling beneath me.

I growl and pull out of her slowly. Looking down, I see the evidence of her virginity smeared on my cock, blood mixing with her cum. I grow impossibly harder as I ease back into her.

Setting a steady pace, I pump in and out of her, watching her perfect pussy stretch and swallow me each time. It’s so fucking hot, I never want to look away. At the same time, I need to see Brielle’s face, need to gaze at her gorgeous body, need to see and suck and feel every inch of her. I want all of her, and I want it right fucking now.

I pull my eyes away from where we are joined and look into her eyes. I see the same need in her, the need to possess every inch, to wring out every ounce of pleasure from our bodies.

She leans up and kisses me, biting my lip and dragging it through her teeth. I growl and thrust into her harder. She moans and drags her fingernails down my back.

“Fuck, honey. That’s right. Mark me, make me yours.”

“Ye-yes, yes, oh fuck…” She moans as I angle my hips to hit her sweet spot. “M-more… I need…”

She doesn’t even finish her thought before I lean back on my heels and throw one of her legs over my shoulder and then the other. The new angle takes me deeper, makes her tighter, squeezing my dick in a sweet torture. I thrust into her again and again, folding her in half.

“So good,” I growl, trying not to lose my shit.

“Elliot! Oh yessss…” Her head thrashes back and forth as her mouth drops open in a silent scream.

I plunge into her again and again. Her eagerness to open up to me, to take whatever I give her, to trust me completely with her body… It’s fucking everything.

I feel so goddamn good as the tingle in my spine starts, hurtling me toward an orgasm. I”m almost afraid of when it hits. I can already tell it”s going to be bigger and better than anything I”ve ever experienced.

“Elliot, I…. Oh, god,” she gasps for air, “I’m…”

She’s shaking and pulsing, her muscles taut and strained.

“That’s it,” I encourage. “Let go for me. I’ve got you.”

I pick up my pace, chasing our release, needing it while at the same time never wanting this to end. I reach down and rub her clit furiously, needing her to get there before I do.

“Ah, ah, ah, fuck, fuck!” Brielle pants as she meets me thrust for thrust.

“Come all over my big fat cock, Brielle. Let me feel that pussy pop.”

I pinch her clit and feel her walls snap around my dick, squeezing me painfully in the best possible way. Brielle screams and gushes all over me. I drop her legs back down to either side of my hips and lean over her again, swallowing her moans and cries of ecstasy.

I pound into her, our juices flowing and making obscene sounds as our bodies collide together again and again. I still inside of her as my cock swells. Roaring my release, wave after wave of cum pours out of me. I continue to thrust as I empty myself inside her. Brielle comes again, one orgasm rolling into another as we throb and pulse together, our bodies dripping in sweat.

I collapse, rolling onto my side and pulling her with me. We’re both gasping for air and shaking. She’s incredible.

“Goddamn, Brielle. Just… goddamn.” I lean down and kiss the top of her head. When she doesn’t say anything or look up at me, I panic. “Are you okay? I wasn’t gentle. Fuck, I said I’d be careful. Please forgive me…”

Brielle tilts her head up and kisses me, cutting me off mid-sentence.

“I’m more than okay, Elliot. I feel perfect. Complete. I have no words.” She buries her head in my chest, relief washing over me. “Thank you,” she whispers.

I wrap my arms around her and hold her tight. This feels like home. I stroke her back, tracing circles and patterns into her soft skin. She rests her cheek on my chest and her breath tickles across my skin.

When her breathing evens out, I know my girl has dozed off again. I grin to myself, loving that I wore her out. I kiss the top of her head and pull the blanket over us, letting a satisfying, drugging sleep take over.