Shepherd, it made me stay just as he’d placed me. I could feel his eyes on me and my heartbeat sped up to the point of dizziness.
Fingers pushed into me and thrust in and out so that I could hear the soaking wet evidence of my want between my thighs. He drove a finger gently but effortlessly into my ass and I bucked then. Not from pain, from surprise.
I pressed my face to the wood and waited to see what he would do to me. What I would let him do to me. The thought of that cock of his trying to fit into me there was enough to make my stomach buzz with anxiety. The realisation that I would let him try was enough to send an army of goosebumps marching up my spine.
Shepherd grunted, gripped my hips and hiked them high so just my tippy-toes were on the floor. He drove back into me, my cunt gripping him tight, greedy from its brief respite. His fingers continued a steady tempo in my ass and when he pressed so that I could feel finger and cock warring against that thin membrane that separated my two holes, I came.
This time Shepherd came too. A few heartbeats after my final spasm, he clenched my skin so tight I gasped and he emptied into me with a growl.
He pressed himself over me, his warm chest laid along my back. I felt his heartbeat banging my shoulder blade and the bite-tickle of that beard of his. He kissed the back of my neck.
‘You can stay if you like. But you don’t have to.’
It surprised me when I said, ‘I think I’ll go home.’
What the fuck was wrong with me?
Chapter Eight
I loved what we’d done. I loved how raw it was. I loved how I felt when I was around Shepherd. Even in a day he called to all the hidden parts of me that were fascinated by men like him: strong and sort of silent and kind of gruff. But good.
However, I did not like how fast I was feeling this way. Phil had only been dispatched a short while ago. And Stan was a broken heart in my very recent past. Like the 48 hour range.
True to his word he walked me to the door. It was past one and I was tired. My first shift followed by a rousing fuck with this man, had put me in the “so tired I felt like a zombie” zone.
Shepherd zipped his hoodie up to my neck and yanked the drawstring. The hood closed in on me so when he tugged gently I had to step forward into his arms. He kissed me hard and I let him.
I almost changed my mind.
But this was my new life and my new life could not begin tethered to someone else.
‘You can have your hoodie back,’ I whispered mentally crossing my fingers that he’d say no.
‘It’s cold out there. And you need it. Plus, you look sexy as shit swimming in my clothes.’
‘I was hoping you’d say no. I like the smell of it,’ I confessed. Standing on tiptoe, I kissed him.
I turned to the door but he caught me up in his grip. ‘What’s it smell like?’
‘You,’ I said.
He gave me that half grin that now had the effect of turning me inside out. Didn’t matter that I’d shared myself with two different men today. Didn’t matter that I’d only been in town a mere 24 hours. I saw that smile and my insides turned to hot liquid.
Which was why I had to go.
‘And what do I smell like?’ he prompted.
‘Good,’ I said. ‘Really fucking good.’
Then I kissed him once more and bolted out the door before I changed my mind. I started the Grenada feeling like I’d wake the whole lake up and they’d witness me leaving Shepherd’s house so late. And so flustered. And so clearly fucked.
My second day at Allister Lake started with bright sunlight through a skylight. Nan’s bed was a big queen size deal in a brass frame. I’d never even had a frame on my bed before. Not even at the boarding house. It had simply been a mattress and box spring combo that sat directly on the floor. There had been nights that I’d been glad for it, too, because the likes of Phil had left me worried about monsters under the bed, and in the closet, and sometimes wearing boyfriend suits.
I rolled onto my belly
Fingers pushed into me and thrust in and out so that I could hear the soaking wet evidence of my want between my thighs. He drove a finger gently but effortlessly into my ass and I bucked then. Not from pain, from surprise.
I pressed my face to the wood and waited to see what he would do to me. What I would let him do to me. The thought of that cock of his trying to fit into me there was enough to make my stomach buzz with anxiety. The realisation that I would let him try was enough to send an army of goosebumps marching up my spine.
Shepherd grunted, gripped my hips and hiked them high so just my tippy-toes were on the floor. He drove back into me, my cunt gripping him tight, greedy from its brief respite. His fingers continued a steady tempo in my ass and when he pressed so that I could feel finger and cock warring against that thin membrane that separated my two holes, I came.
This time Shepherd came too. A few heartbeats after my final spasm, he clenched my skin so tight I gasped and he emptied into me with a growl.
He pressed himself over me, his warm chest laid along my back. I felt his heartbeat banging my shoulder blade and the bite-tickle of that beard of his. He kissed the back of my neck.
‘You can stay if you like. But you don’t have to.’
It surprised me when I said, ‘I think I’ll go home.’
What the fuck was wrong with me?
Chapter Eight
I loved what we’d done. I loved how raw it was. I loved how I felt when I was around Shepherd. Even in a day he called to all the hidden parts of me that were fascinated by men like him: strong and sort of silent and kind of gruff. But good.
However, I did not like how fast I was feeling this way. Phil had only been dispatched a short while ago. And Stan was a broken heart in my very recent past. Like the 48 hour range.
True to his word he walked me to the door. It was past one and I was tired. My first shift followed by a rousing fuck with this man, had put me in the “so tired I felt like a zombie” zone.
Shepherd zipped his hoodie up to my neck and yanked the drawstring. The hood closed in on me so when he tugged gently I had to step forward into his arms. He kissed me hard and I let him.
I almost changed my mind.
But this was my new life and my new life could not begin tethered to someone else.
‘You can have your hoodie back,’ I whispered mentally crossing my fingers that he’d say no.
‘It’s cold out there. And you need it. Plus, you look sexy as shit swimming in my clothes.’
‘I was hoping you’d say no. I like the smell of it,’ I confessed. Standing on tiptoe, I kissed him.
I turned to the door but he caught me up in his grip. ‘What’s it smell like?’
‘You,’ I said.
He gave me that half grin that now had the effect of turning me inside out. Didn’t matter that I’d shared myself with two different men today. Didn’t matter that I’d only been in town a mere 24 hours. I saw that smile and my insides turned to hot liquid.
Which was why I had to go.
‘And what do I smell like?’ he prompted.
‘Good,’ I said. ‘Really fucking good.’
Then I kissed him once more and bolted out the door before I changed my mind. I started the Grenada feeling like I’d wake the whole lake up and they’d witness me leaving Shepherd’s house so late. And so flustered. And so clearly fucked.
My second day at Allister Lake started with bright sunlight through a skylight. Nan’s bed was a big queen size deal in a brass frame. I’d never even had a frame on my bed before. Not even at the boarding house. It had simply been a mattress and box spring combo that sat directly on the floor. There had been nights that I’d been glad for it, too, because the likes of Phil had left me worried about monsters under the bed, and in the closet, and sometimes wearing boyfriend suits.
I rolled onto my belly
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