Chapter Five

Kelly

I trace my fingertips over Gentry's big, rough hand. I want to know every detail of every callous until we're one person, until all his demons make sense to me, and the past isn't the past, and the future is right now.

He sits on the couch and pulls me onto his lap. I wrap my thighs around his waist and stare at him with what I'm sure is a pleading look. I don't mean for it to be, but I feel the desperation of ten years rattling my cage.

He stares toward me with hooded eyes. He wants me as badly as I want him. There's no doubt in my mind. "Fuck. I can't even think straight right now."

"So don't think straight. What are you feeling?"

He growls deep in his throat as he leans into my lips and brushes warmth against them gently. "Honestly?"

"Yeah," I laugh. "Honestly."

"Well, I ask because I don't want to scare you away."

"I like being scared."

He narrows his thick brows and stares at me. "You like being scared?"

"I do. Whenever I'm scared… that means something good is about to happen."

He laughs and strokes his rough palm over my bare arm. "What are you talking about?"

"Well, I was scared to leave my ex and that turned out to be the best decision in my life. I went on vacation last year with my friend, Jovie, and I was scared to jump off this cliff into the ocean. But once I did it, I felt free. I think I've learned that being scared is a prerequisite for good things. So… scare me."

Gentry drags in a deep breath as I brush his hair back away from his face. Time has changed him, but only slightly. I guess he's in his early fifties, but he looks as good as ever. "Okay," he swallows hard, "I'll scare you."

My heart hammers against my chest, unsure of what I've asked for. He could say anything. Maybe he's going to tell me he spent the last ten years as a serial killer and I'm next. He did burst in here without warning.

His gaze meets mine and his hand cups my face. "I never stopped thinking about you. I sent that letter because I was hoping you'd read it before the wedding and maybe you'd change your mind. When you didn't, I spent the last ten years wondering if I was feeling something you never did." He looks away then back again. "For the last decade, I've held you up on a pedestal that no one else can compare to. And now, I need you to know that if I take you, I'm taking you for good. I can't live in a world where you're out there without me anymore."

Tears slide down my face in quick succession. I'm not sure why I'm crying, but my emotions are overwhelming and a part of me is questioning whether one of the movers hit the gas line and I passed out hours ago. I mean, that would make the most sense right now.

Gentry wipes away my tears with the side of his thumb. "What's wrong, princess?"

Princess. My heart crushes and warms all at once.

"Nothing. I, ugh, I just…" I bite my bottom lip and grind against his lap without thought. "I want to be yours. I've always wanted to be yours. For years, I thought about you. And the letter you sent… I didn't even know about it until today. I was going through the photo albums, and it fell from the back. I'm not sure what my mom was thinking, or why it was back there."

"So, you never got the letter?"

I shake my head, and he wipes away another of my tears. I don't usually cry, so I don't know why my body is reacting like this.

"Fuck," he groans. "So, you never knew how I felt?"

I shake my head. "No. I always wondered if I was crazy."

He lands his other hand on my face as well, intensity in his gaze. "Are you telling me this is what you want?"

I nod, panting, desperate, needy. "Yeah. You're what I want. You're what I've wanted. You're what I need, Gentry."

He leans into my lips and groans, scraping his teeth against my lower lip before his tongue grazes mine. He's slow and intentional, moving the kiss to my neck, my throat, and my breasts.

This is what I've needed, what I've waited a decade for, but still, I'm not sure if it's real. Maybe this is a carbon monoxide fantasy, and the fire department will find me passed out in a puddle of my own pleasure.

I moan and grind against his lap, enjoying the feel of his hard cock against my damp panties. His hands move from my hips to my thighs, and soon, he's sliding into my wet folds.

My eyes close as I take him in. His rough touch, his woodsy scent, the size of his frame. I'd forgotten how huge Gentry is. He's a giant. Tall and wide, strong and rough.

My clit throbs as he sweeps his finger over the nub and digs into my pussy. Thankfully, the heel of his palm drives a pressure against the ache.

My hands hook onto his firm shoulders, but I want more. I want my lips on his cock. I want to sink onto him and finally feel everything I've dreamt of.

He grips my tit with his free hand and pulls my breasts from the nightgown I'm wearing. I hadn't put much thought into how ragged I look until now. My makeup was showered off hours ago, I'm not wearing a bra, and this nightgown has seen better days. I wasn't expecting to see anyone tonight. I was planning to curl up in bed, watch reruns of some old sitcom, and think about how I'm going to start my life fresh again.

That didn't call for fancy lingerie. That called for a torn-up nightgown with a coffee stain on the collar.

Thankfully, Gentry lifts the rags off my frame and leans into my breast, suckling at my flesh before scraping his teeth across my nipple.

I jump back and my pussy tightens around his thick fingers.

"Have you ever thought about this, princess? About me inside of you?" His deep tone saying such filthy things has my clit throbbing and desperate for release.

"Yeah." I ride his hand and reach down to unbuckle his jeans. It's not an easy task between his thick forearm and the giant belt he's wearing, but I manage and soon I'm holding his thick, throbbing cock, pumping it wildly. "I thought about you so many times… in so many ways."

He growls low in his throat and kisses my neck as he continues to thrust inside of me. "What did you think about, princess? Tell me."

My heart races and pounds as I search through the lexicon of words I have to describe how I've thought about Gentry. "I used to imagine you sneaking into my bedroom and," I pant and grind against his hand as I pump him in mine, "I would fantasize about you touching me in my sleep."

He groans and tucks his fingers in deeper, scratching a spot I didn't know I had. "I like that. Tell me more."

"You'd come through my window, lift up the sheets, and you'd touch me while I was asleep, like you knew you shouldn't be there… but you had to." My pussy is soaking wet. I'm going to come.

"Did I take you, princess? Did I make you mine?"

I hitch in a breath and stare toward him. "Oh yeah. You slid my little panties to the side, gripped my hips, kissed my neck, woke me up, and sunk into my soaking little pussy like you needed it, like you couldn't live without it." I sigh. "I need you to fuck me. Fuck me, Gentry! Take me! Own me! Do everything! Please!" There's an ache in my voice I haven't heard before.

"I don't have protection." He bites my shoulder, and I jump. I'm so close to coming.

"We don't need it, do we? Do we need it? I need you!"

"I'll fuck you full of babies, sweet girl. Is that what you want?"

I whine under my breath and I'm pretty sure I nearly die. He speaks like a man from a romance novel. He speaks like a man who knows what he wants, a man who isn't afraid to claim what's his.

I love it.

"Fuck me!" I moan and stand from his lap, stripping my panties off before tugging his jeans to the ground. He lifts slightly so I'm able to maneuver past the couch.

In my imagination, he was impressive. In my hand, he was inspiring. Looking at him, though, and seeing his giant cock hard and thick on display for me is something else entirely. I've never seen a man this well-endowed. Not that I've really had the opportunity. The only man I've ever been with is John and our sex life left a lot to be desired. We went through the motions. He said things he thought would turn me on instead of displaying any human emotion.

With Gentry, sex is a different kind of experience. Sex is wild and emotional, and I can barely control myself. I want him inside of me more than I've ever wanted anything… even if his cock does look like it's going to split me in half.

He holds out his big hands. "Come on, princess. Be a good girl and climb up."

Even those simple words have my clit throbbing.

I sink into his arms and straddle his lap, lowering onto his long, thick cock as my nails dig into his shoulder. I may as well be a virgin again because he's filling me up in ways I've never been filled.

Heaven is within seconds away when sirens blare and lights flash outside the front window.

What's going on? Why are there cops outside? I lived here for twenty years, and there are never cops out here. Maybe something has changed since I left for San Diego. Still, I think Mom would have told me about the cops patrolling her street.

Heavy boots climb the front steps, and a hard knock hits the front door. "Ma'am, this is Rugged Mountain PD. We're going to need to talk to you."

I glance toward Gentry who's thrusting upward into me as the police pound on the door.

My pussy aches, and though I don't want to stop, I have a feeling we need to. "I'm sure John called the cops on you. I should send them away."

Gentry's eyes are glazed over, as his hands grip my hips tight. "Don't go."

The cop bangs on the door harder. "We know you're in there. We just want to make sure you're okay."

I drag in a deep breath, biting back a moan as I rock on his hard, thick cock. I'm barely on and I need more.

"We're going to assume you're in need of help in three… two…"

I should pull off Gentry. I know the cops are about to open the door any second, but my body won't let me. It's like we're glued together. Two dogs in heat. We can't be separated.

"One." The cop kicks the door open and aims his gun. And for the third time tonight, I'm dealing with an intruder.

Gentry grabs a blanket from the edge of the couch and wraps it around us as I stay sunk onto his lap, his cock deep inside of me.

"Officer Daniels," Gentry groans, "how the hell are you?"

The police man stares toward us and his face says it all. "Oh, damn. We got a call from a concerned man that there was a break in here. He said the person… ugh… it doesn't matter. Sorry." The cop turns away. "You're okay, ma'am?"

"Yeah," I manage, swallowing down a lump in my throat. "I'm great. Sorry. Thank you for checking on me. I—"

"No," the young man with buzzed hair says as he steps out of the house, "it's protocol that I speak to you before leaving. So, if you could, meet me on the porch. That would be great."

I get the feeling the officer and Gentry know each other.

Gentry and I glance toward each other with a gentle sigh. Neither of us wants to move. I see that by the feral look in his eyes.

"I guess we should talk to him."

I nod and lean into his lips, kissing him gently before reluctantly pulling off his hard cock. Living in a community where there are public servants that care is amazing. But right now, I don't care if the house is burning down around me. I want to be left alone with this man and his giant cock until I've got his come dripping down my leg. What's a girl gotta do to make that happen?