11. JW

ELEVEN

JW

A soft noise has my eyes lifting open. It feels like only moments ago that I fell asleep. I'm used to functioning on little to no sleep, the price of living on a farm and being a rancher. Any time day or night, we can get a callout for some kind of emergency. Tonight is different. When I went back home, Lawson and I got to talking. I let him know what has been happening with Mae. He shook his head, asked if I'd called Fletch. After I told him I had, he said to take the next few nights off. He'd cover me, which is how I'm able to spend the night, switch my phone to silent, and enjoy my time with Maeve.

Which is exactly what I'm doing. After she wrung my dick dry, and she came twice, we were both exhausted. Mae more so than me. She fell asleep so quickly the talk we needed to have was put on the back burner. I got up, walked through the house, made sure the door was locked and the deadbolt thrown, turned the lights off, and went back to her room. Mae's place is cute, if not a little smaller than what I'm used to. Still, it works, at least for now. There will be a time when this place won't be hers anymore, when she'll be with me, creating a home for us and our future family.

After I had the house shut down for the night, it was all about taking care of Maeve. A part of me was tempted to wake her up, shower or run a bath for her. Then I realized there was no amount of moving or shaking her awake. My woman sleeps like the dead, which doesn't make me too happy with her living on her own. Shit could go sideways, a fire could happen, someone could break in, and whatever the fucking else. I don't fucking like it, and if Mae is hesitant to stay with me, well, it looks like I'll be moving in.

It didn't take much to spread her legs, clean her up with a warm washcloth, and trail my fingers through the folds of her pussy. I couldn't help myself; she was slick with wetness, this time for a different reason. Still, seeing how red and inflamed the lips of her cunt were after she finger-fucked herself, damn, it made me want a taste in the worst way. It also didn't take much to figure out my sweet Maeve is innocent. I watched like my life depended on it. Mae kept her fingers barely inside of herself, only the tips, twice. Then there's how she sucked my cock, listening and patiently waiting until I fed her my cock .

Once I was done, my body wrapped around hers and both of us were asleep. My thoughts aren't what have my eyes open in the darkened room; it's her fingers digging into my side. Neither of us has clothes on. I didn't bother trying to attempt to dress her, and the same could be said for myself. Why would I want fabric between us when I could have Maeve's smooth bare skin beside mine? My cock perks up at the idea of flipping her over till she's on her back. I'd take my time with her, spreading her legs until my hips were between them. My mouth would taste every square inch of her body. Maybe then she'd wake up, and if she didn't, I'd keep going. I'd wrap my lips around her pretty, pink nipples, sucking on one then the other. My hands would hold her hips down because even in her sleep, I know how greedy Mae can be. She'd lift up to meet me, trying to find her orgasm, rubbing her tight pussy along the underside of my shaft. No fucking way would I let her come without having a taste. Once I was damn good and ready to leave her tits, I'd bury my head between her thick thighs. Her scent, her feel, and her touch, damn it makes me want a taste now.

I know one thing for certain: soon, and I mean very fucking soon, she's going to ride my face. Breathing is overrated when you've got the woman you want willing to meet you match for fucking match while she's on your face. Thighs on either side of my cheeks, she'll be wild and free chasing her orgasm. And my hands will be digging into the cheeks of her ass, spreading them open, seeing if she'll take my finger and if it will set her off further. Only when I've had my fill of her taste will I take more. The first time will be one I'm going to keep seared to my memory bank. As much as she'd probably like to ride my cock, there's no fucking way. When Mae is lost in the middle of sensations, she's frenzied, eager to get off, and there's no way the first time is going to be fast. Which is why I'll be between her legs, feeding her my cock exactly like I did when she sucked me off earlier.

"Shhh, you're okay, baby girl," I breathe into the top of her head. The deep depressions against my stomach have me wondering what kind of bullshit followed her into her sleep. There's no way this can be a dream, not with the way she's moving and murmuring incoherently. I've got one arm beneath her neck, I'm flat on my back, and she's pressed into my side. When Mae starts making more movements as well as talking in her sleep, I grab the back of her thigh, pulling it over my stomach in order for her not to kick me in the dick. That'd have her waking up out of a dead sleep with the noise I'd make. The family jewels are fucking sensitive, and the only things I want near them are Maeve's hands, mouth, pussy, or ass.

I go about soothing her. My hands run through the strands of her hair, and I kiss the top of her head and rub the palm of my hand up and down the outside of her thigh. A few minutes later, she settles down. A deep sigh escapes her and she mutters something about don't let go . I have no idea if this is a nightly or rare occurrence, but I don't like it, not one damn bit. Tomorrow, or realistically later today when the sun rises and after I hopefully get another few hours of shuteye, I'm going to make it a point to have the talk I've been meaning to.

"Joseph," she whimpers. Damn, never in my life have I liked someone using my given name. Maeve can, and it goes right to my dick.

"Right here, baby girl. I'm right here," I breathe out quietly, hopeful my voice doesn't wake her up. The dark circles she had beneath her eyes this afternoon are all too telling. She's shouldered the burden long enough. I'm not going to let her do it alone. And if Fletch can't get me some answers soon, I'll hire a damn private investigator to get to the bottom of this shit. I've got the money, family, and a fuck of a lot of time to go after the bastard who's hurting Maeve. I protect what's mine, and while it took me long enough to pull my head out of my ass, the minute I did, I knew there was no turning back. A fact that every damn person is going to be fully aware of soon enough.