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I’m so sensitive but can’t stop, it feels so good. As my body stops shaking, I feel him behind me. He has moved, and I didn’t hear over the rush of white noise as I came so loudly.
“I told you I would fuck my name out of you, so now it’s my turn.” Before I even have a chance to move, he pushes me forward and his cock enters me in one hard thrust. He pulls back, pounding me over and over again. I can’t speak it’s so intense. I don’t know if I’ll survive another orgasm, but there’s nothing I can do to stop it.
“That was fucking hot watching you. Never forget how sexy you are.” His voice is in my ear, speaking his words, when he is caught out by his own need to come.
“Oh fuck… Cassie!” His cock pulsing inside of me has me coming around it as he empties every last drop, claiming me.
Our bodies both drop down as far as we can over the back of the couch, hot and sweaty and totally satisfied, limp with exhaustion from the sheer release of not only the orgasms but the emotions we have shared.
His brain kicking back to life, Ghost is up and pulling me with him, turning me to face him.
“Shit, Cassie, did I hurt you? Are you okay, I didn’t hurt your stomach?” Fear is written all over his face, his jaw tight and anguish in his eyes.
“I’m perfect. That was… incredible…” Reaching up and taking the softest kiss from him, I show him how gentle he can be with me too.
“Thank you,” he whispers, wrapping me in his arms. It’s all he needs to say for me to know how he feels. Standing here for a few minutes not speaking is what we’re both craving. Just the skin-to-skin connection to cement in our hearts that we are both going to be okay.
Without warning, his hands are under my ass and he’s hoisting me into his arms. My legs wrap around him with force so he doesn’t drop me.
“This is becoming a habit, sweeping me off my feet.” Secretly I’m loving it. Jason was nothing like this. It was all so stilted and planned. Never any spontaneity. Yet in the most intense time of both our lives, I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.
“Get used to it. I intend to keep doing it.” Carrying me back into the bedroom, he stops at the edge of the bed. “Tonight, I’m going to worship your body, but first, I need to feed you. Stay here and get comfortable.” Now on the bed, I’m wriggling my backside backwards so I can lean against the headboard. Feeling a little self-conscious just sitting here naked, I pull the sheet and blanket back and tug it up over my body. Ghost is now out in the kitchen, and I can hear him rummaging through the bags for whatever he is making us for dinner.
This room has a warmth to it. The bed is a dark heavy timber and the blanket is a plain rust color that blends in with the wood. The room needs some color, but at least it has so much more life about it than our first safe house.
There is one thing that they don’t tell you when you are agreeing to go into witness protection, and that is that you might be important in a case, but nobody cares about where you are being hidden. Not that we should be treated like royalty, but they could at least keep the house in good condition and styled in this decade at least. It doesn’t take much to redecorate a room. A fresh coat of paint, new bed linen, and a couple of cushions. I would love to have done that to the last place.
Ghost thinks I was sketching in my book, pictures, which is true, but not quite like he is imagining. I was redesigning the rooms and how I would decorate them. Well, that’s how it was in the beginning, and then I started designing random rooms that popped into my head. I would see something in a movie or read a description in a book, and then before I knew it, I was sketching a new room or creating the one in the book and making it come to life off the page.
The breeze coming in the window is cool and sends a shiver over my shoulders and arms. There are no curtains on the window, and I can see the shapes of the trees outside with the light coming from the couple of candles that are in here. I should feel scared at the darkness and that I have no idea where I am, but instead, my mind is intrigued by the shapes of the shadows in the forest, along with the sounds that are now starting to get louder the darker it gets.
I remember going camping with my parents once when I was younger, and lying in the tent at night, there were so many noises. At first, I was petrified, until my dad told me it was just the chatter of all the forest animals out with their friends, catching up. They had to sleep or do their jobs during the day, so the only time they could meet was at night. I took that explanation and went to sleep and never worried another night we were there. Dad traveled a lot for work, so family trips were always treasured.
The memory puts a smile on my face as Ghost comes back into the room carrying a tray containing plates of food and two glasses of apple juice. No more wine for me for a while.
“What has my chef prepared? You weren’t kidding on that first day, were you, when you said you would be my personal cook?” Placing the tray down on the bed, I can see two half-full bowls of soup with crusty bread and fruit to finish off with.
“I wouldn’t call this cooking, it’s merely reheating with style. But yes, you wait, I will be showing off my culinary skills for you.” Pulling his gun out of his pants pocket, he places it on the cupboard next to the bed. It reminds me that we are not off on some romantic holiday in a mountain cabin. This is real, and danger is just on the outside of this property, waiting for us at any moment.
Trying to push that thought straight out of my head so it doesn’t ruin the night, I shift from the food to looking back at Ghost who is still standing next to the bed, shirtless, with his cargo pants on.
“Don’t you even think about getting in this bed with those clothes on.” Taking a large piece of banana off the plate, it’s almost the size of half the fruit. I pop it between my lips, holding it and sliding it slowly into my mouth. Then I pull it back out until there is just a small amount in my mouth, biting it and swallowing it down. “Mmmm, otherwise, I’ll just have to keep eating more bananas.”
His pants drop to the floor, and I can’t help noticing that he is semi hard again. Visions of that in my mouth instead of the banana flash through my mind.
“I knew you were going to be trouble from the start, but I didn’t imagine that trouble would be this bad.” Leaning forward, he bites the other end of the piece of banana that I was about to place back in my mouth. “And your bad is so fucking good.”
That voice, it gets me every damn time. And my nipples are aching and rock hard again.
Gulping the banana down and holding the tray so he can slip under the covers with me, I know I’m not getting much sleep tonight.
When I reach to pick up the spoon, he almost growls at me. “No. Let me. I told you I was going to feed you. Soup might not be the most romantic, but it was quick and will give you the energy you are going to need.”
With the determination in his words, I’m not about to argue.
The first spoonful of soup in my mouth and my senses are on overload. Not from the soup that is probably out of a can, but it’s Ghost. I’ve never had a man want to care for me so intensely. The pure joy he’s getting from feeding me is so sensual. It’s almost like he could get off just doing this for me. It’s his protective instincts on overload, and I’m all for it.
I’ve been a kept woman, and I hated every minute of it, because it just didn’t feel right and there was certainly no love involved. This is nothing like that. When the words are hard for Ghost, then his actions speak for him. He’s showing me how cherished I am. It’s a feeling I haven’t felt since I lost my parents. I could get used to this, although part of me is already worried how intense he will be as the baby gets bigger. I know how protective I’m feeling of the little one I’m carrying, and that is not part of my personality on a day-to-day basis.
