Chapter 7

Chapter Seven

G rady

The sound of a soft clatter pulls me from sleep, my senses immediately on high alert. My hand instinctively reaches for the baseball bat I keep propped against the nightstand. Living alone as long as I have, the smallest sound is enough to set my instincts ablaze.

I climb out of bed, stark naked, the chill of the cabin biting against my skin as I grip the bat and tread softly toward the kitchen. The faint glow of moonlight streams through the window, casting silver patterns across the hardwood floor.

When I round the corner, the sight before me stops me dead in my tracks. Sarah, wearing nothing but one of my flannel shirts, stands at the counter, her hair a wild golden halo around her head as she stirs something in a mixing bowl. The shirt is barely long enough to skim her thighs, revealing just enough to send my blood rushing south.

She looks up, startled, her wide eyes darting to the bat in my hand. "Grady, what—oh my—” her round eyes flick down my naked form, my cock hanging at half-mast against my thigh as I face her, “you’re…you’re not wearing clothes.” She stammers and then her eyes flick to the bat in my hand, “Were you planning to bash me with that?"

I lower the bat, running a hand through my hair. "Thought you were an intruder. Not used to having someone else in the house."

Her lips twitch, and she gestures to the bowl. "An intruder who bakes brownies in the middle of the night?"

"Could be a clever ploy," I deadpan, stepping closer. "What’re you doing up?"

"Couldn’t sleep," she says, her eyes hovering anywhere but on my half-hard dick. "Baking, uhm…usually helps me relax."

I set the bat against the wall and cross my arms, leaning against the counter. My eyes rake over her, the oversized flannel swallowing her frame in the most tantalizing way. "And you didn’t think to wake me up and invite me to the party?"

Her cheeks flush, but she holds my gaze. "You seemed… busy sleeping."

I chuckle, low and rough. "Not anymore."

“Do you want to put on clothes…or…?

“No…it’s my house and I like being naked,” I state.

“Oh—”

“Does that bother you?” I smirk, enjoying the way being in the presence of my naked cock makes her squirm.

“No!” She spits as her attention flickers back to the bowl, the flush on her cheeks deepening as she stirs. “Do you…” she seems to struggle for words, “want some brownie batter?" she finally asks, her voice light but laced with something teasing.

I step closer, close enough to see the way her pulse quickens at the base of her throat. "Depends. You making these for me?"

"Maybe," she quips, not missing a beat.

"Then I’ll take a taste," I say, reaching for the spoon in her hand. But instead of letting me have it, she dips her finger into the batter and holds it up, her eyes challenging.

"Here," she says, her voice soft, almost daring.

I take her wrist gently, guiding her finger to my mouth. My lips close around it, and I make sure to hold her gaze as I slowly pull back, savoring the rich chocolate. Her breath hitches, and I can’t help the smirk tugging at my lips.

"Good," I murmur, my voice dropping an octave. "But I think it’d taste better on you."

Her eyes widen slightly, but there’s no fear, no hesitation—just the spark of something that matches the fire burning in my chest. "Grady…" she starts, but her words trail off when I step even closer, pinning her against the counter.

“I’m not sleeping so well having you in the house,” I say, my hands bracketing her hips. "Wonder why that is?"

Her breath catches, and she bites her bottom lip, her gaze flickering between my eyes and my mouth. "Maybe you’re hungry too–we really worked up an appetite," she whispers, the faintest quiver in her voice.

I take the bowl from her hands, setting it on the counter beside us. My fingers trail up her thighs, grazing the hem of the flannel. "Starving," I admit, my lips brushing against her ear.

Without breaking eye contact, I dip my fingers into the bowl, scooping a bit of batter. Her breath hitches when I smear it across the curve of her collarbone, the rich chocolate stark against her soft, pale skin.

"Grady," she whispers, her voice trembling but not with fear.

"Shh, sweetheart," I murmur, lowering my head to press my lips to the spot I just marked. I take my time, licking the batter from her skin, savoring the way she shivers beneath my touch.

Her hands find my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin as I move lower, trailing a path down her chest. I leave smears of batter along her cleavage, her stomach, the inside of her thigh, each stroke of my tongue and lips claiming her inch by inch.

"Grady," she moans, her head falling back against the cabinet. The sound of her voice, soft and needy, is enough to undo me completely.

"You taste better than any brownie ever could," I growl, my hands gripping her hips as I lift her onto the counter. The flannel falls open, revealing every inch of her to the moonlight.

She looks up at me, her eyes glazed with desire, her lips parted in a silent invitation. "You’re not playing fair," she breathes, her voice trembling with a mix of frustration and need.

"Never said I would," I reply, leaning in to capture her mouth in a deep, searing kiss. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer, and I let myself get lost in the feel of her, the taste of her, the way she fits perfectly against me.

"I'm not sure if this tastes good because it's chocolate or because it touched your skin." I feel her heart hammering under my palm. I grin, caging her body with mine. "Do I make you nervous, Sarah?"

"Kinda," she whispers.

I grunt with her admission, the shockwaves of her words sending need throbbing in my dick. Every inch of my body is alive with ecstasy as my lips brush against hers. At first, I’m gentle, tracing her jawline with my fingers as our tongues dance together in slow, tantalizing movements.

She moans as I pull her closer, tangling my hand in her hair and pressing harder against her. My aching dick is pressed against her hip, longing to be inside her and feeling her tightness around me.

The thought of having her on her knees, taking me into her mouth and worshipping me with every lick and suck, makes my mouth water. But I resist, wanting to savor every moment with this sweet woman who has captured my heart.

"Sarah, you’re too good for me. I should be punished for the thoughts I've had about you," I say, nipping at her lip with a gravelly voice that sends shivers down her spine. I trace the bottom of her lip with my tongue, "I’d kill any man if I knew he thought about you the way I do."

With that, I fit myself between her thighs and pressing against her hot, wet pussy until she can feel me everywhere. Our bodies ignite like a raging fire, driving us both mad with desire.

I grip her hair forcefully, exposing her delicate neck to my hungry gaze. I trail kisses and nips down her throat before removing my flannel from her shoulders and using the sleeves to tie her wrists behind her back. My hands trail down her sides, tracing the curves of her soft stomach and belly button before dipping to taste her heated skin.

She moans and runs her feet up my legs, urging me on. "So sexy, tied and helpless while I worship your beautiful body," I muse against her belly. I trail between her legs, nuzzling my nose through the neatly trimmed hair above her pussy before dipping my finger into the brownie batter. Swirling it around her clit and flicking my tongue to lap up the sweet mess, she arches and groans in surprise. The cool concoction sends delicious thrills through both of us as I continue to swirl my tongue, suck on her soaked pussy lips, and nip at her skin while she grinds against my face.

Her nipples are hard pebbles against my palms as she arches her back, lost in the pleasure that I’m giving her.

Soft moans echo through the moonlit kitchen as I slowly and steadily bring her closer to orgasm. Her body trembles beneath me and her moans turn into desperate cries. I can feel the wetness between her legs as she nears her release.

"Oh my God," she gasps, her eyes opening briefly before drifting closed again in bliss. I can barely see her in the dim light, but I can see the pleasure etched on her face. My eyes meet hers as I continue to caress her hips with my thumbs.

"You're a goddess when you cum," I tell her, unable to contain my admiration. “I’m addicted to your orgasms, baby.”

"Grady," she groans, embarrassed by my words.

"But it's true," I insist, releasing her from the binds of my flannel with ease. As soon as her hands are free, she reaches for me and pulls me into a kiss. The aftershocks of pleasure still ripple through her body and I can't help but smile at the sound of her blissful laughter filling the room.

"If being ridiculous is wrong, then I never want to be right," I whisper against her lips. "And there is nothing sweeter than your cream all over my face."

Her laughter fills the room again and I know that this moment with her will always be one of my favorite memories.

“You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted to be with,” she admits, embarrassment heating her cheeks.

“Baby–” I groan, resting my forehead against hers and sucking in a quick breath, “are you telling me you’re a virgin?”

She nods, unable to say the word out loud. “I’ve been so focused on getting my degree and my career…and there was never anyone that seemed worth my time…no one special enough to…give myself to. Until you. Until now.” I catch her gaze, warm, heated, and lingering on mine.

I growl, holding her tightly, then murmur against her lips, “I need you, Sarah, I can’t get my mind off you–but I don’t let people into my life like this. We’re the same you and I–I was so focused on my time serving our country I never stopped to let a woman in. Not once. I didn’t think I was built for romance or relationships, but having you here has changed my mind. With you…well, it’s all different.” I suck in a breath before continuing, my tone lowering an octave, “And if I take you now, here, I won’t ever let go. If I let you in, you’re mine.” Her eyes hold mine, intense and sparkling. “Are you sure you’re ready for that?”

“Yes,” she answers instantly.

“Sarah…I’m a helluva lot older than you–”

“I don’t care. That doesn’t matter to me. I–I think we’re the same. We want the same things, we value the same things. I–I could stay here with you forever, being in your life makes me so happy, makes me feel fulfilled in ways I didn’t know I needed…”

I hold her for a long moment, letting her words sink in and fill the cracks in my hollow heart.

“Come here.” I finally say, yanking her towards me and lifting her up by her ass to carry her to the table behind us. “Our midnight snack has only just started, my sweet girl.” I give her bottom a playful swat. “Rule number one, Sarah…” I kiss her fiercely, sliding my tongue into her mouth just like I did to her pussy a few minutes ago, the taste of her and brownie batter on our lips. “You always come first.”

“I like the sound of that,” she grins.

"I want you whenever I want, however I want," I say. She looks away from my intense gaze, blushing at my words. "And I want your beautiful eyes to look at me when I talk to you. I never want you to look away from me, Sarah," I turn her chin to meet my eyes. I press against her, my hard and angry cock pressed between us and pulsing with need for her. Her stunning eyes meet mine as I hover over her on the counter, her hardened nipples begging for my tongue again. "I know what you want; I know what you want more than you know, sweet girl," I run my palms over her collarbones and shoulders before clasping them behind her neck.

"I want you."

“Oh yeah? I’m not sure you’re ready for that,” I run a thumb along her lower lip.

"I am," she whispers bravely.

The innocence in her eyes makes me throb and twitch with desire. I want the taste of her on my tongue again so badly that it feels like I might burst just thinking about it.

"Do you trust me?"

"I...yes–I trust you," she stammers.

"I need you to be sure that you trust your pleasure in my hands," I push my palms down her arms before locking onto her wrists and pulling them away from her body, revealing her soft form to my greedy eyes.

She squirms under my gaze as I appraise her butter-soft skin. "Say it again," I nip at her jaw, lick at her neck, caress her waist until I palm both of her heavy breasts in my large hands and squeeze. "Say it. Tell me you trust me and mean it this time."

Heavy pants suck the air from the space between us. She’s embarrassed under my gaze, concerned, worried...and so fucking turned on. "I want you, Grady, and I trust you."

"That's all I need to hear." I bend, hooking one pert nipple between my teeth, nibbling and nipping before she squirms and moans with the pain I inflict. "Love that noise." I grope her as I move to the other one. "Mmm...your pussy likes it too." I finger her clit, erect and aching for attention. "You're so damn soaked, sweet girl. Want me to take you now?"

I watch every twitch of her jaw, every breath that passes her lips. I’m fully attuned to her.

"Please. Yes," she moans and arches, her eyes fluttering closed as her body stiffens under my touch.

"Mmm, good girl." I thrust my fingers into her hot, leaking pussy and relish how wet I've made her. Sarah is a submissive through and through, just like I—and my dick—have been hoping all along. "You want this dick filling you? Taking you until you scream and cream all around me?"

"Mmm, yes," she moans and digs her nails into my shoulder blades. Desperate for me. Just like I want her.

"You're so perfect," I growl into her ear and press a thumb into her clit before she shudders and comes all over my hand. "That's a good girl." I slow my ministrations as she pants and turns limp against me. "You're mine. Say you're mine. I need to hear it before I fill you with my cum."

She moans and rocks against me.

"Say it," I demand.

"I already did when I answered that ad." A throaty giggle fills the air.

"Screw the ad, Sarah. Say the words and give me your eyes. I’ll put a ring on your finger by the weekend if you tell me you’re mine."

"I’m yours."

“Mm, music to my ears, sweet girl. Love the sound of those words on your pretty lips and your moans when my fingers are inside you.”

I need to be able to claim her whenever I desire and know that she will never belong to anyone else. A primal part of me wishes I could keep her locked in this cabin forever because the idea of another man’s eyes on her makes me want to lose my mind.

I caress her gently from behind, spreading her sweet cream until she’s fully aroused and my fingertips are soaked in her essence. I pick up the pace of my strokes, relishing in the moans that echo around us in the kitchen.

"I’ve waited so long for you, Sarah..." I pull her into my arms and turn us until she’s sprawled out on the kitchen table. I slowly push my throbbing, greedy dick into her, savoring the feeling of entering her warm body until my control breaks and I fully sink into her depths, growling in satisfaction. “Are you okay? Am I hurting you?”

She shakes her head, “No—it stung for a moment, but it’s gone already. I just want more of you…”

Her lips suck at my skin, trailing around the hard contours as I ease my way deep, fucking her with slow, deliberate strokes, making sure I'm not hurting her with my massive shaft.

"Baby, you feel so hot and tight around me," I thrust as I whisper in her ear. "I'm taking you right on the kitchen table. Brace your hands on the edge. I need to fuck this sweet cunt harder." Her body pulses, and a surge of moisture coats my cock and balls. "Do you like that, baby? Do you like when I talk about taking this beautiful, tight pussy? Do you love seeing yourself milk my cock like a beautiful angel?" I finger her and feel her body tense. "Lean up," I growl and thrust her hips farther up on the table so she's angled around me, ass nearly off the edge as my hands support her. I hit a new angle, feeling the rigid bundle of nerves buried deep inside her body against the head of my cock as I push and massage. "That's it, sweet girl. Show me how turned on you are. Cum all over my thick cock and scream when you do it."

Her knuckles whiten as she holds onto the edge of the polished wood, head down as ragged moans emit from her throat. My fingers swirl before she blows around me, going off like a volcano as liquid seeps from where our bodies connect.

"Oh hell yeah, sweet girl," I grind out through my teeth as I thrust into her and then come in a torrent of desire and need. I empty it all into her–the relief, the emotion, the cat-and-mouse game we've been playing the last few days. I give it all to her and I've never felt so shaken from an orgasm in my life. "Mmm..." I run my nose up the line of her neck. Inhale her scent. Take her in. Commit her to memory. "Mm, love that you’re all mine.”

I feel my arousal pulsing and twitching as she wiggles and slides down off the table. My cock falls out of her and lands against my thigh. “I want to haul you off to bed and keep you there all day. Tie you up with my belt and make you a slave to my dick,” I whisper hungrily…

“I feel like I already am,” she giggles. And then I catch a frown darting across her face. I quickly grab her wrists, halting her. “Hey, tell me what's on your mind—and give me your eyes when you do it.”

Her big round eyes finally pause on mine, and she confesses, “We didn't even use protection. I feel like the poster child for an after-school movie.”

“Stop it…” I cup her cheeks. “Don't talk about my wife like that.”

“Not yet?—”

“I don't care if you have my name yet or not—you're mine, and I won't have you feeling that way about yourself. The truth is, if we made a baby tonight, I’d be the happiest damn man on this mountain. I can’t imagine anything greater than making a baby with you, Sarah.” I cup her chin, placing a kiss on the tip of her nose. “You already take care of Bear and me, and those kids at your school–you were born to be a mother.”

She nods, her eyes slowly glimmering back to life. I catch her smile lighting up my kitchen, and my heart swells just a fraction.

I have her. Sarah is mine.

Please don’t let me fuck this up.