Demanding All Of You

by Ali Parker

  “There’s a lot more to see,” I suggested.

  He chuckled. “I know there is. I want to peel it away, one slow inch at a time.”

  I groaned. “Can we do that next time?” I pouted, going up on my elbows.

  His eyes smoldered as he bent at the waist, his hand pressing into the bed on either side of me. His mouth hovered over mine. “Promise?” he whispered.

  I slowly nodded. “I promise. Next time.”

  “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear,” he growled, his mouth covering mine.

  My lips parted, making way for his tongue to sweep inside my mouth. I moaned with pleasure. I had missed his kisses. Missed his touch. Missed it all. His arm reached out, wrapping around me and lowering me back to the bed. His body followed mine, pressing against me. I felt his erection, remembered what it was like to have him inside me, and shuddered once.

  “Really,” I whispered, turning my face. “I can’t wait.”

  His deep chuckle washed over me. His tongue lapped over my jawline before going to my neck. Another soft breath escaped my lips. I arched into him, wanting to feel his hard body against mine. His hand reached for the button of my jeans. It took him no time at all to get it undone before he slid the zipper down.

  Once again, he stood up, towering over me. I watched him, my breathing hard and fast. He bent down and yanked the jeans down my legs, pulling the panties away with them. I sat forward and quickly attacked his jeans, pushing them down his hips. His erection sprang forward, right at eye level. It looked too good to ignore.

  I wrapped my fingers around the shaft, gently squeezing before looking up at him. His eyes met mine, the pupils huge as his nostrils flared. One hand went into my hair, gently caressing. I smiled at him before bringing the head of his cock to my mouth. With my eyes still on his, I lapped at the tip, running my tongue over the cleft.

  His body jerked, his eyes snapping closed as he loudly groaned.

  I turned my full attention to the beautiful erection in my hand. I showered it with kisses before lapping at it like a cat licking up cream. When I finally took him into my mouth, sucking him into the depths of my throat, he loudly groaned. His hand fisted in my hair as I bobbed up and down on the hard length.

  “Alex,” he cried out on a strangled breath.

  I sucked harder. I wanted to hear him say my name again.

  “Alex!” he shouted, his dick yanked from my mouth.

  “No,” I cried out with the loss.

  He moved fast, dropping onto the bed before pulling me onto him. I fumbled to crawl over him, feeling shaky and discombobulated. I finally managed to line myself up, and without a second of hesitation, I slid down his hard length.

  Both of us groaned aloud. The groans were a culmination of weeks of longing. It was coming home after a long day at work and sinking into a hot bubble bath. It was fulfillment. Not quite fulfillment. That was still to come.

  “God, I’ve missed this,” he whispered, his hands sliding up my thighs.

  “Me too,” I replied, my hands rubbing over his chest. “All of this.” I moved to the hem, pushing his shirt up his body, admiring the view. With his help, I got the shirt off, exposing the wide expanse of his broad chest. He wasn’t buff like a football player but buff like a bull rider. Strong and lean and very solid.

  I rolled my hips backward, sucking his thick cock deeper inside my body. Another moan escaped my lips as the full length of him stretched me. His girth stretched me, teasing and tantalizing. My fingertips gripped at the tight flesh across his chest. I felt him flex, his muscles spasming under my palms.

  “I am going to need this again, and again and again,” he breathed.

  I smiled, sitting up, arching my back, and thrusting forward. “This?” I teased.

  I reached for the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. I tossed it to the floor before reaching behind me and unhooking my bra. I let it fall forward.

  “Damn, woman,” he grunted.

  I moved again. “Like that?”

  “Yes,” he moaned. “So good.”

  “What’s so good?” I whispered.

  “You. I can’t leave you again.”

  “Good,” I growled, thrusting hard.

  His body jerked, his hands clamping down on my hips. “Alex,” he said. The way he said it was possessive, full of promise.

  I rode him, envisioning myself riding a bucking bronco. His hips arced up, thrusting deeper inside me. Both of us rocked against each other, searching for that release we both needed. He sat forward, his stomach muscles flexing as his arms wrapped around me. He sat, my legs stretched out behind him as I rode him slow and easy.

  I liked the fast, I liked the hard, but I really liked it when our faces were inches away from one another. I could feel his breath on my skin. I could smell the musk on his skin. All of my senses were heightened. I wrapped my arms around him, our bodies smashed together, our skin sticking and sliding together.

  “I’m never leaving you,” he breathed.

  Our noses brushed against each other. “You better not because next time, I won’t let you get away so easy.”

  He smiled before his face twisted in ecstasy. “I’m tempted to run just to have you chase me.”

  I chuckled. “I’ll give you a head start.”

  He lunged forward before flipping me to my back. His body pounded into mine. It was his turn to dominate. His turn to show me how much he had missed me. I gave over my need to be in control. I gave it all to him. I surrendered to him.

  The moment I did, the orgasm bloomed deep inside my womb. There was a slow wave of heat that rolled over me, starting at the tips of my toes. I could practically feel my heart and soul slowly opening to him. I let him in, in all ways.

  A low keening sound escaped my lips as the moment intensified.

  “Look at me,” he breathed.

  I opened my eyes and found his boring into mine. “I see you,” I whispered.

  “I see you. You’re mine, Alex. This is us. We are together.”

  I would have agreed to walk across hot coals barefoot in that moment. I would have agreed to do anything. His body consumed mine. I let my eyes slide closed once again, relishing in the orgasm that finally erupted after a long, slow burn.

  “There you go,” he coaxed. “All of it. I want it all.”

  I cried out, my body arching into him. “All. I’m all yours.”

  “Yes, you are,” he growled, his tone feral. He picked up the pace of his thrusting, his body driving into mine.

  His loud grunts fueled the fire inside me. My nails, short as they were, scraped over the flesh stretched across his back. I dug in, holding on to him for dear life in every sense of the word. I held him, matching his thrusts and encouraging him to move deeper inside me. I wanted to meld with him.

  “Fuck!” he let the word slip through his lips. His body strained, his head thrown back as he stared up at the ceiling.

  “All of it,” I repeated his words. “I want it all.”

  His loud roaring filled my ears. “I’m yours!” he shouted. “All of me.”

  I smiled and pulled him into my arms, holding his heavy body against mine. His body was still jerking inside me, triggering my own little spasms. I didn’t want to let go of him. But I needed air. I pushed at him.

  He slid his chest across mine, our sticky flesh rubbing together. His lower body stayed connected to mine. I sucked in a breath, my hand rubbing up and down his back.

  “Damn,” he finally said. “Holy shit. I think my eardrums popped.”

  I grinned. “Something popped, but I don’t think it was your eardrums.”

  He chuckled, rolling away from me. “That exploded. Erupted. It was cataclysmic.”

  “You flatter me,” I said with a giggle.

  I felt so light. So free from the weight that had been pressing down on me the last few weeks. I held him close, truly basking in the aftermath of a beautiful experience. I didn’t want to ruin things, but there were some things
we needed to talk about.

  “Damion, can I ask you something?”

  “Sure. Anything. I will tell you anything you want to know.”

  “Why did you come back?”

  “Because this is where I belong. It’s where Oliver belongs. We got back to New York and it all felt wrong. It felt like trying to put on a pair of shoes that were two sizes too small. It was cramped and uncomfortable and it hurt. Oliver was absolutely miserable. I couldn’t do it to him.”

  “You’re saying this is your home? Like you’re really home. You don’t care that Oliver won’t go to Harvard or Yale?”

  He smiled. “He might still go to one of those schools, but I have a feeling it isn’t what he truly wants. He’s not the kid I was trying to make him to be. I knew this was home, but I was just a little lost.”

  “You were lost?”

  “Lost. I left home, thinking I knew what I wanted. I was stubborn, headstrong, and convinced I was too good for Geraldine. I was arrogant. Coming back home, I guess I got knocked down a peg or five.”

  “Too good for Geraldine, huh? That sounds cocky.”

  “It is cocky. I’m going to try very hard not to be like that. I need to get back to my roots. I need to take a huge step back and humble myself.”

  I rolled to my side, putting my hand on his chest. “You’re not cocky. I mean, a little cocky, but not in a bad way. I’m glad you’re back.”

  “Me too.”

  “How is Oliver?”

  He laughed. “He’s finally talking to me again. He was pretty pissed there for a while. I was on the verge of enrolling us in therapy.”

  I giggled. “I wonder where he gets that stubborn streak from?” I teased.

  “You want to hang out with us tomorrow? Unless you’re working, then maybe we can do something this weekend.”

  “I’m not working,” I told him. “I am in between jobs. I would love to hang out with you guys. I’ve really missed Oliver.”

  “Oh, just Oliver?” he said, pushing me onto my back.

  “Well, you a tiny bit. But I was so pissed at you, I didn’t have time to miss you. I did think about you.”

  “Well, that’s better than nothing.”

  “I thought about the many ways I wanted to torture you.”

  “Oh, maybe not so good.”

  I laughed. “It’s all good. I think you’ve made up for it. Mostly. I might need a few more afternoon delights to totally get over it.”

  “I would be more than happy to oblige. I’ll grovel. On my knees.”

  I kissed him. “I’m going to hold you to that.”

  Chapter 53

  Damion

  It felt weird and good to be back in the kitchen of the farmhouse. The kitchen was outdated and nothing like the upscale kitchen I had in my apartment back in New York, but it didn’t matter. It was functional and had a homey touch, something that was missing in the icy gray and black modern kitchen. I flipped the pancake in the pan, quietly humming a song I didn’t know the name of.

  I was happy. Content. I felt settled. I remembered feeling like that when I had first come home, but it wasn’t a true settled feeling. I looked back on those days and realized I had one foot in New York. I didn’t now. I was so over the city. It had taken me a while to figure it out, but I got it now. I was a little on the slow side. I smiled, thinking of my grandfather. He would say I was on the stubborn side. Always trying to fight against the inevitable.

  Oliver meandered into the kitchen, sitting down at the table with his book in hand. “Did you remember the whipped cream?” he asked.

  I smiled and reached for the can. “I did.”

  After my date with Alex, Oliver and I had taken a trip up north and stocked up on groceries. I bought enough to last us a month. It was just another way to cement my place in the house. I wasn’t going anywhere. It was something else I realized I had done during our first attempt to make Montana our home. I hadn’t really grocery shopped or done anything that made the place ours—truly ours.

  I quickly cut up two pancakes, sprayed them with whipped cream, and delivered them to the table. “Eat up,” I told him.

  I dished up my own plate and joined him at the table, leaving another plate warming in the oven. He looked happy. His eyes were bright, full of excitement. “Do I go to school today?”

  I shook my head. “No, it’s summer break.”

  His shoulders slumped. “I thought I got to go to school.”

  “I signed you up for the day camp, but we’re not doing that today.”

  He took a big bite, whipped cream resting on the top of his lip. “What are we doing today?” he asked around a mouthful of food.

  I smiled, bouncing my eyebrows. “It’s a surprise.”

  He grinned, using the back of his hand to wipe his mouth. “A surprise?”

  I nodded. “Yep. Eat your breakfast.”

  I glanced out the window and saw her truck coming down the driveway. Oliver’s back was turned to it, keeping the surprise a secret for a little longer. There was a soft knock on the front door. Oliver’s head popped up. “Who is it?” he asked.

  “Come in,” I hollered.

  Alex opened the door and stepped inside. Oliver shouted and jumped up from his chair, racing toward her. He almost toppled her to the floor with his exuberant greeting. She hugged him back before lifting him up and giving him a big bear hug. Watching the two of them reunite told me I had absolutely made the right decision. She was what he needed. She was what I needed.

  “Alex is here!” Oliver shouted as she put him on the floor.

  I got up from my chair to grab the plate from the oven. “I see that. I guess it’s a good thing I saved her some breakfast.”

  “Are you my surprise?” Oliver asked her.

  She giggled softly. “I don’t know, am I?”

  “Yes,” I answered. “We’re going to hang out with Alex today.”

  Oliver was still smiling. “What are we going to do?”

  I shrugged. “I’m not sure.” I took a moment to look at Alex’s outfit. She looked like she was ready to go hunting. I hadn’t been a city boy for so long that I didn’t know there was a specific time of the year for hunting and we weren’t in it.

  “I have my own surprise,” she said.

  “Does it require us hiding in the trees?” I asked.

  She looked down at the tiny camouflaged T-shirt she was wearing. “It is definitely not a requirement. I just like busting out my camo from time to time.”

  “I’m afraid we might lose you if we leave the house,” I teased. “You’re going to blend in and we’ll be lost without you.”

  “What’s camo?” Oliver asked.

  Alex touched her shirt. “This is camo. It is supposed to make hunters blend into the environment so the animals don’t see them.”

  Oliver didn’t look convinced. “Oh. Why?”

  “It’s what hunters wear when they are hunting animals to kill for food,” I said.

  His eyes bulged. “No! I don’t want to kill an animal!”

  “What about fishing?” Alex asked.

  “We’re going fishing?”

  She smiled. “I was thinking I could take you guys bow fishing. I have a great spot. We can catch some fish and have a fish fry for dinner.”

  He wrinkled his nose, clearly not thrilled with the idea of killing and eating a fish. “I don’t know.”

  “We have to learn new things,” I told him. “We’re living in Montana and that is a big part of our life now.”

  He sighed. “Okay. Will it hurt them?”

  “Nope,” Alex quickly answered. “It’s very fast. It’s important you eat or use the food you catch. We always hunt responsibly.”

  Her tone was serious, and Oliver picked up on it. He slowly nodded his head. “Okay.” He took another bite before turning his attention to me. “I need camo.”

  I laughed. “We’ll work on it. I think for today you’ll be okay. I don’t have camo either.”

  “Th
e fish won’t know we’re coming,” Alex assured him.

  “Do you do a lot of bow fishing?” I asked her.

  She shrugged. “Not a lot. It’s one of the few things my father taught me. I brought my bow with me. The one I used when I was Oliver’s age. Have you ever been?”

  I shook my head. “Nope. Just the standard fishing. I had a couple of buddies who used to go out from time to time, but I think fishing was the last thing on their minds.”

  “Some things never change,” she said with a laugh. “What about deer hunting?”

  I cringed. “I’ve done it, but it’s not necessarily something I enjoy.”

  “Me either,” she agreed. “It’s too much meat for one person anyway.”

  “I had no idea you were such an outdoors kind of girl,” I joked.

  “I’m always outdoors, but usually, I’m taking care of the outdoors.”

  It was another piece of the puzzle that was Alex. She was a little tomboy and a lot sexy. She was capable of taking care of herself and being dainty at the same time. It was the perfect combination of tough and vulnerable.

  “All right, kid, go brush your teeth and find your shoes,” I ordered Oliver.

  He hopped up and raced down the hall to his room. Alex got out of her chair and walked to where I was standing. Her arms slid around my waist before she gave me a quick kiss. “Can I do that in front of him?” she whispered.

  I realized we had been keeping our relationship behind closed doors. It was another one of the regrets I had. I had made her a secret. That had been wrong. “Yes, you can. I want to kiss you in front of everyone. I want the world to know we’re a thing.”

  She laughed. “The world, as in Geraldine?”

  “Yes.”

  I dropped a kiss on her forehead before pulling away to quickly load the dishwasher. She ventured down the hall to help Oliver. I dried my hands and followed the sounds of laughter. I stood in the doorway and watched the two of them playing cars. Alex was sitting on the floor, her camo cargo pants riding low and the shirt riding high to reveal a large swath of skin. I would have loved to drop to my knees and leave a trail of kisses up her spine, but it would have to wait.