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“Woman, you going to make me deny you my dick?” I watch as she lies on the edge of the bed, spreading her legs open and looking in my direction.
“You wouldn’t. I know you, Lane. You talk a big game, but you’d never do something like that. We’d both be aching with the need to have one another.” She licks her lips. Birdie is right, which is why I quit pretending I’m going to hold back. The second I’m in front of her, she widens her thighs, and I move closer.
“You’re right. You gonna be able to wrap your legs around me, Birdie?” I’m unsure how to handle her, wanting to tread carefully but still give her a damn say.
“Like this?” Her legs hook behind my back, ankles locking in place and making me move closer.
“Fuck yeah. Not sure how long this is gonna last. It’s been a long fucking time, baby.” I guide my cock to her glistening cunt, wetting the tip, trying to hold back from slamming deep inside of her. Shit, the way I’m going, I do that, and I’ll come right away, and I’ll be damned if I do that to her.
“Same, Lane. So please don’t make me wait.” Her eyes close, eyelashes splayed across her cheeks and lush lips pressed together. My owncontinue their path, taking in the red flush along her skin, the way her tits are moving with each deep breath.
“Son of a bitch.” The velvet clutch of her pussy bears down on my cock, and I’m barely inside her. My mouth waters, trying to figure out where I want it first— her nipples, her skin, or her lips.
“Lane.” My hips press deeper, her legs wrap around me tighter, and I’m forced to go down on my elbows, or I’ll give too much of my weight. I frame our bodies on either side of her head, coming face to face, and now I know where my mouth is going to land first.
“God, Birdie, you feel good, too good.” I pull back sparingly, unable to leave too much of her wet heat, and then I thrust back inside. Her hands wrap around my biceps, fingers pressing into the skin as she lifts her hips, trying to get me as deep as possible. While I want nothing more than to fuck my cock into her as hard, fast, and deep as I can, the possibility of hurting her is still at the forefront of my mind.
“Lane William Johnson, quit fucking holding back. I’m not made of fine china. You’re not going to hurt me. You’re going to piss me off, and then I’ll just take care of myself.” This woman, I should have known she wouldn’t fight fair. Her hand comes off my arm, and I know exactly what Birdie is after.
“You so much as touch your pretty pussy, I’mgoing to roll you over and spank that ass, baby, then you won’t be coming either. I’ll spank you red, jack my cock, and paint your ass with my cum. You wouldn’t want that. Depriving us both of coming together, hmm?” Her hand stops on her lower abdomen, and through my talking, I’ve slowly ramped up my speed. Her tits bounce, her eyes are having a harder time staying open, and her cunt clamps down on my cock.
“Lane, don’t stop. Please.” Her hand moves away from her body, going back to my bicep, where it fucking belongs. I slide a hand to her outer thigh, pulling it up higher, opening her farther.
“I swear, Birdie, this is everything. You’re everything.” Gone is my attention on making sure she isn’t hurting. In its place is the need to make Birdie mine, to fuck my baby into her body, and to make her realize she’ll always be mine.
“I’m close, oh god.” Fuck yeah, she is. I can feel her cunt ripple along my length, feel her clenching, and I can feel her pulling me right along with her.
“Fuck yeah, you are. Take me with you, Birdie.” I lift her leg up even more until it’s on my shoulder, my mouth finding the inside of her ankle and grazing it with my lips. I get the show of the century. Birdie’s head falls back, neck arching, body glistening with sweat, and she’s shaking. The orgasm takes hold of her, and she moans out my name as she comes undone. My bodycan’t hold back any longer. I piston my hips harder and faster, ready to, with any luck, fuck a baby inside of her.
“Birdie.” I rock my hips, head tipping back, balls drawing tight, and my cum jets deep inside of the only woman I’ve ever loved.
11
LANE
“Where are you going?”Birdie asks as I untangle myself from her body, the covers, and eventually the bed. I was hoping she’d sleep through me getting up. Fat lot of good that did.
“Gotta make a call and start my day. Sleep, yeah?” The lids of her eyes open for a minute before closing as I run the tips of my fingers along her forehead, moving her soft tendrils of hair away from her face. Birdie naked in my bed is what dreams are made of, and while I hate the marks on her body, it’s a testament to her surviving the bullshit she’s been through. I probably shouldn’t have taken her up on her advances, but there’s only so much a man can take. And one time wasn’t enough. After I had her flat on her back, not allowing her to move in the slightest, doing all the work even when she tried to lift her hips to meet my thrusts, the lasttime was with us facing one another, she on her side, leg hiked up over my hip. That time, keeping her still was impossible. When we were finished, I went into the bathroom, grabbed a washcloth, and doused it with warm water while grabbing the aspirin I knew Birdie would need. I cleaned her, placed a kiss on her bare pussy, made sure she took her medicine, then took care of the washcloth before climbing back into bed beside her.
“Don’t take too long. Wanna snuggle.” Since the second I came through the door yesterday, Birdie hasn’t left my side except to eat or use the bathroom. I’m not complaining. I like the fact that she’s as addicted to my presence as I am hers.
“You got it.” I’ve only left her long enough to do the bare necessities on the farm and talk to my brother Lawson. He’s the oldest of the bunch of us brothers, and he also has a friend who can help me out with a delicate situation. I watch as Birdie sinks back into the pillow, staying where I am until I know she’s back asleep. The last thing I want is her finding out what I’m doing or who I’m going after. She’s been adamant about letting the police do their thing, and that’s fine. They can, but that doesn’t mean I can’t push the process along with a call to Fletch. He used to live here after his stint at the academy but transferred back to Georgia a while ago back to work in another division. Then he moved again, hating being undercover and in the bigger city. Now he'sworking in a more rural area, his hometown, much like here in Arrowleaf, only he’s a detective in Peachtree.
I grab my black sweatpants off the chair, slide them on, and go to my nightstand to pick up my phone. Then I make my way out of the bedroom, pulling the door behind me but leaving it open just a crack. I don’t want Birdie to think I’m hiding something from her, even if I’m bending the truth a smidge. Which is why I’m taking this to the back porch, not even bothering with a cup of coffee first. If I don’t get this taken care of, there’s no telling how long it’ll go on with that piece of shit roaming the streets.
I unlock my phone and scroll through my contacts until I land on Fletch’s number. My thumb hits dial, and I put the phone up to my ear while unlocking the back door. It’s early in the morning here, which means Fletch is a couple of hours ahead in the day. He’s probably already been at the station for most of the morning while we’re about to start our day, fucking time zones can be a bitch.
“This is Fletch,” he answers the phone, probably not bothering to look at his display.
“Hey, it’s Lane. Lane Johnson.” Fletch and Lawson are closer in age and were thick as thieves for a while. The two of them would raise hell any way they could, at the rodeo, at the bar, and even on the farm. . That all changed once they hit twenty-one. Fletch stopped wanderingand went to the police academy. And while Lawson had a job, he became more goal focused. At least that’s what Mom and Dad tell the younger brothers, probably to keep us in line.
“It’s been a minute. How are things going your way?”
“Good, Birdie’s home. How about yourself?” He keeps in touch with us enough to know the ins and outs of what’s happening.
“I heard. Bet you’re happy.” He lets out a chuckle.
“You could say that. Lawson talk to you lately?” I’m sure he’s got shit to do, which could be said for myself.
