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“Totally agree with you there. The last straw, though, was the day he hurt Sassy.”
“Tell me what happened, babe.” His voice, while still delicious sounding, is firm and unyielding, and I find myself relaying what happened that fateful day. By the time I’m finished, he has me in his arms, murmuring nonsense in my ears as I cry it all out.
I’m not a dainty, pretty crier. You know the type, tears flow down their faces yet they still look like they could get their photos taken. Nope, my eyes swell almost shut, my skin gets all blotchy, and my sinuses clog up, so I sound like Foghorn Leghorn or something. Yet this man, who’s large and intimidating, is gently wiping away my tears.
“I’m glad I had my RV,” I stammer out. “And I’ll never forgive him for nearly killing Sassy.”
I know she only ended up with a broken leg, but as hard as he had thrown her, I was worried he had hurt her far worse.
“At least you fought back,” he states.
I grin even though the room’s still pretty dark. “Yeah, I ‘used my resources’ as Grampy taught me to do. Clawed every bit of skin I could get to, kicked, and bit him too. If my gun had been handy, I would’ve shot his ass.”
“I saw your gun, is that the only one you have?”
“I have several, actually. Grampy raised me to be a farmer and sometimes, that meant taking care of the wildlife trying to harm our livestock. He also taught me how to hunt and fish. We were relatively self-supporting on the farm, Banshee. Grams bought whatever we couldn’t grow or kill at the store, but every year, we went in with a neighbor and paid to slaughter and process a cow and two pigs.”
“I think you’re the perfect woman,” he murmurs, making me giggle.
“How do you figure that?”
“Because, sweetheart, we may be bikers, but we live in the mountains, and next to riding, hunting and fishing are two of our favorite things to do. Our old president and several others started a processing company, so everything we kill goes through it, and after our freezers are beyond full, we donate what’s left to whoever needs it.”
“I like that,” I reply. “We did that too, plus Grampy would take our extra vegetables and eggs, along with any bread me and Grams would make, down to the local farmer’s market on the weekends. He had his own little booth but was never there very long because he’d always manage to sell out.”
“The ol’ ladies used to do that too when I was a kid. Now, we just have one ol’ lady, my sister.”
“What happened to the rest of them?” I question, curious to know everything about this man who is making my pulse raise with his proximity.
“Some of the old-timers retired and moved to be closer to their kids who moved away a long time ago, while a few of them passed away. We, the brothers that is, still hunt and get the meat processed for our community food bank, but maybe starting a garden and getting a booth at the farmer’s market would be a good idea.”
“Well, if you need another set of hands to help, I apparently don’t have a home to go back to anymore,” I boldly offer.
“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” he growls out, gathering me even closer before I feel his lips touch mine.
Banshee
The moment our lips touch,I’m done for; hers are soft, plump, and definitely bitable. But it’s the soft moans coming from her that have me fighting the urge to roll her to her back and slide my hard as concrete cock between her firm, muscular thighs until I’m buried so deep that there’ll be no way to distinguish where I end, and she begins.
As my hand comes up to cradle her face, I realize my father’s long-ago words are true. I don’t know her birthday, or how she acts when she’s got her period, but to the marrow of my bones, I know she’s it for me. We have a lifetime of figuring out each other, as far as I’m concerned. When my fingers touch her silky tresses, I let out a moan of my own, deepening our kiss until our tongues are tangling.
Her lush breasts, unbound by her bra, are crushed against me, and I can feel her nipples pressed against my bare chest. Pulling back slightly to catch my breath, I whisper out, “Fuck.”
Because the emotions coursing through me right now are unlike anything I’ve ever experienced in my entire life. That’s not to say I’ve never had any feelings toward a woman, but they’ve never once in my life given me images of forever, complete with kids, pets, a warm, cozy home of my own. I thought I lost the home aspect after my parents both died and now, I can see it’s only because I was waiting for this fascinating, beautiful slip of a woman to enter my life.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.” Her voice is breathless, and I can feel her heart racing against me, since we’re so close a piece of paper wouldn’t be able to slide between us.
“The same thing that overcame me,” I reply, grinning down at her. Her lips are now a deeper red, puffy and swollen from our kisses, but it’s her eyes that are captivating right now. Her lids are at half-mast, and I can see the desire swimming there. “If you don’t want this, say the word, Rory. No harm, no foul.”
Except to my dick but I can take him in hand.
“I do, but can I just say something? I’m not that kind of girl who meets someone and immediately jumps into bed with them.”
“Never got that impression from you, babe. But I think whatever this is transcends shit.” Look at me using my big words. “I told you earlier you were going to be mine, and if we have to wait for you to get comfortable with that fact, we will.”
It might cause more calluses on my hand, but I don’t give that first flying fuck. Whatever she needs, she’ll get.
Her voice is whisper-soft when she says, “I don’t want to wait.”
