Buster waited his turn to be dried.
He had to tell her that the path was clear and she could go back to her cabin, back to her … life. The life she had told him was so lonely, so miserable, that the only thing waiting for her was the coldness of an email. The instructions of a client.
He had no problem with working. It had helped him to get where he was now, but he also knew the value of balance—not living to work, but working to live. He had gotten them mixed up. Now his life was back on track, but he wanted Josie so badly.
“What am I going to do, Buster?” he asked.
His dog had no answers. Not that he could blame him. Who did have the fucking answers right now? He wanted to do the right thing, give her the choice of staying or going.
With Buster and Trixie dry, he made his way inside his home to find Josie already waiting with a cup of coffee. She hadn’t combed her hair, and she wore a pair of his pants as well as his shirt.
“Good morning,” she said.
Now that is what he wanted. He took the coffee, had a swig of the hard liquid, but then moved closer to her, lifting her up in his arms. He carried her over to the kitchen counter and put her down.
She giggled. “You’re cold.”
“Then it’s time for you to warm me up.”
She burst out laughing, gasping as he put his hands all over her body, touching her. She was so fucking beautiful. He tore the clothes from her body, wanting her completely naked.
It didn’t take him long to pull out his cock. He found her entrance, and she was slick and ready for him. Slamming inside her, he drove harder and harder within her, taking her.
He didn’t want her to leave.
Part of him wanted to take her asshole, so that she knew what it felt like being owned by every part of him, but he didn’t want to waste his cum. He didn’t know if she was pregnant yet. Driving in harder and deeper, he stared into her eyes, and he saw something, he wasn’t sure what, but it drove him over the edge and he filled her up. Wave upon wave of his cum flooded her pussy, until he nearly saw stars.
“Wow,” she said and laughed. “Is that what walking does for you?”
“It has been a … cold morning.”
“You don’t feel cold to me.”
He chuckled. Elijah had to tell her.
“I can take you back to the cabin,” he said. He hated saying those words.
The smile on her lips dropped and he knew he’d spoiled the moment.
“The snow has melted,” he said. “I can take you back to your cabin. There’s nothing wrong with your ankle so I don’t think we need to worry about you seeing a doctor.” He hated what he was saying.
What he really wanted to say was this:“Please don’t leave. I love you, Josie. I want you to stay with me. I want to marry you, have lots of babies, and the truth is, I hope you’re already pregnant with my child, and I want to be a father…”
Then it all gets muddled up into him ordering her to stay. No, he wanted her to have a choice.
“Oh,” Josie said. “You can take me home.”
“If that’s what you want?”
She looked away from him and he saw her nibble her lip, a frown covering her face. He shouldn’t have said anything.
“I guess I better go and head back, right? Before anything is … stolen or perhaps reported, maybe?”
“If that’s what you want? I don’t know how long we’ll have before the next snowstorm. There could be a limited time to get you where you need to be.”
Josie smiled. “Then I guess I’m going back to my … cabin. Back to my life.”