by Sophie Oak
“Not yet, baby. We’re not even close yet. We have a whole hour and I’m going to use it. I’ve been thinking about this all day. I’ve been thinking about it from the minute I came last time. This is what I do now. I’m either fucking you or I’m thinking about all the ways I’ll fuck you. You’re a witch, Nell Finn.”
Not according to her mother. According to her mother she was a faery, but they had some magic, too, right?
She heard him moving behind her, the water splashing all around.
“Maybe I should give you a taste. You’ve been such a good girl. You stayed here. Sure, when I came back, I found you naked with another man, but I know you. I wasn’t worried about you at all. You’re too good for me, but I’ll take you anyway. Let me make you feel good, baby.”
He pressed on her clit as he forced two fingers high into her pussy. He rubbed her from the inside and the outside, sending an orgasm screaming through her system. She couldn’t help the moan that came from deep inside.
Everything wrong floated away as she gave herself up to Henry.
Chapter Eight
Bishop prayed the sign Stef Talbot had placed outside the door would work because there was no damn way he was stopping now. If someone walked in, they were just going to get an eyeful of the sweetest ass cheeks ever created, and suddenly Bishop didn’t really care. When he’d first realized there was a man in the tub with Nell, he’d thought about how easily he could kill Talbot. He’d gone over about a hundred ways to kill the motherfucker, and he knew exactly where he wanted to bury the body. But the man really wasn’t after her, and Nell wouldn’t go with him even if he had been. She belonged to him.
Well, she belonged to Henry Flanders.
Nell’s skin had flushed a gorgeous shade of pink as she’d come. He could still feel her pussy muscles clenching, trying to hold his fingers inside.
And she’d taken the plug beautifully. The fact that the plug he’d bought just for her was now nestled deep in her body made up for the fact that she wasn’t wearing his collar.
“Henry, Henry.” She called out his name as she came down from the high.
He pulled his fingers out of her cunt and sucked them inside his mouth. He loved the taste of her. “Come on, baby. It’s my turn. You’re going to take me in that sweet mouth of yours. I want to feel your tongue wrapped around my cock.”
He helped her turn and then took her place, sitting on the side of the tub while she knelt in the bubbling water. What a fucking life they had here. A man could get used to it. No clothes, no worries. Just a gorgeous woman in a hot tub. No blood. No guilt. Just love.
“Henry?”
He shook off the fanciful notion. No blood? His life had been nothing but blood for years. This was a brief respite, and he wasn’t going to waste time thinking about things that couldn’t happen. Nell was staring up at him, her brown eyes filled with concern. She was a gorgeous nymph with her breasts just barely popping out of the water. He reached out, touching her hair and drawing her in.
“I want you to lick me.” His cock was already hard enough to fuck. Hell, it seemed to be the only thing he wanted to do anymore. He just wanted to fuck Nell and lie around in bed listening to her talk.
“All right, but I should warn you. I’ve never done this before. I might be perfectly horrible at it.” She licked her lips as she looked down at his cock. A look of sheer determination crossed her face and Bishop suddenly realized that he was in for a wild ride. Nell made love with all the passion and heart she put into her protests. It seemed to be the only way she knew how to live. There was no holding back with his girl. Life kicked her in the crotch, and she just got up and got back to trying to change all the bad shit around her.
She was really kind of a hero when he thought about it.
“I think you’ll be the best, Nell. I think you’re always the best.” His voice broke a little as he said the words, emotion choking him. He meant it. Somehow she had turned his thinking around, and now he wondered if he wasn’t the fool. He certainly was the imbecile for even thinking of leaving her, but he had made his choice a long time ago.
“I’m going to try.” Her lips curled up in a smile that really seemed to light up the whole room. “It’s hard though. The plug thingy wants to come out, Henry. I think it wants to be free.”
Oh, that wasn’t happening. He let his fingers tighten in her hair. He was only in charge in one damn place with her, and he wasn’t about to give that up. He would likely spend the next several days eating fake meat and vegetables no one but rabbits should put in their diets. She was keeping that plug inside. “Clench tight, Nell. If you lose that plug, I’ll find a bigger one.”
“I’ll try my hardest then, Henry.” There was a mischievous grin on her face as she leaned forward and kissed the head of his cock.
That was exactly what he needed. Nell pressed small kisses all along his flesh. Her lips were a soft butterfly landing on every inch of his cock. He hissed, trying to maintain control. It had never been a chore before he’d met Nell. He could have sex while plotting his next move and thinking three steps ahead, but with Nell he was lucky to remember to breathe.
“Use your tongue now. Lick me all over.”
Her tongue came out and started a long, slow glide over his dick. He took a long breath as she seemed to find a place she liked. Her tongue caressed the underside of his cock, rubbing and loving it. A pulse of pre-cum escaped from the slit, and Nell lapped it up like it was candy.
Not good at this? Hell, it was the best oral he’d ever had.
He set his hands on her hair as she sucked his cockhead into her mouth. Her tongue whirled around.
“Suck me in, Nell. Relax your jaw and take me inside. I want you to take more of me.” He leaned back and watched as she complied. His cock started to disappear inside her mouth, her lips wrapping around him. Heat flared along his skin. He let his head fall back and gave up. He didn’t have to be in control all the time. He could relax with Nell. Nell wouldn’t hurt him. Nell wouldn’t betray him. Nell just wanted to please him.
And she seemed to take some deep pleasure in doing just that. Nell looked utterly peaceful as she set about her task. She sucked him hard and then licked her way back down. Her hand came up, touching his balls, softly at first, and then rolling them firmly as she became more comfortable.
“That’s what I want.” What he wanted was her. He loved watching as she became more and more sure of herself. She was becoming a sex goddess right before his eyes.
How long would she wait after he was gone? How long would she mourn him before she realized he hadn’t really been worth the gift she’d bestowed on him? How long before she realized she should move on? And how long would it be before the males around her got their heads out of their asses and realized what a true treasure she was?
Would it be the deputy who claimed that loving heart of hers? Or maybe Talbot?
Someone would want her and that someone wouldn’t be stupid enough to leave her.
That someone better pray he was good enough for her, because Bishop intended to keep watch. He couldn’t be with her, but he could take care of anyone who tried to hurt her.
Pleasure curled up his spine as Nell opened wide to try to take him to the root. He gently tangled his hands in her hair, guiding her forward. His hips moved, fucking into her mouth in short strokes.
He was right there on the edge. He could almost feel the back of her throat. It would be so, so easy to come right then and there, but he wanted more. He wanted her pussy.
“Stop, baby. I don’t want to come yet.” He only had so much time before the hairy brigade took over their love nest.
Nell kissed his cock one last time. “Does that mean I did it right?”
He didn’t take the time to answer her. He pulled her close and kissed her, rubbing his chest against hers. His tongue invaded, dominating hers as she softened for him. He gripped the cheeks of her ass, pulling her into the cradle of his thighs. His cock cuddled up to her belly.
He inhaled her. He kissed her over and over again, wanting to mark her. It wasn’t fair to her, but he wanted to mean something to her. He wanted to know she would still think of him years from now. She wrapped her arms around him, surrounding him with her unique warmth.
His cock was going to explode if he didn’t get inside her soon. He forced himself to stop and reach for the damn condoms. He’d placed them by the tub. He might be a bastard, but he wasn’t going to leave her alone with a baby.
Nell watched with eager eyes as he rolled the condom over his straining cock. She never played coy. Her emotions were always right there for him to see, to believe. She put a hand on his, helping him sheathe himself.
“Come on, baby. Get on your knees, facing away from me.” He slid back into the water and helped her around. He loved tracing her curves with the flat of his palm, memorizing every inch of her. “Spread your knees. Let me inside.”
Her knees moved, opening herself up to him. He could see the light purple plug peeking from between her cheeks, preparing her for his cock. He would fuck her ass until he made her love it, until she knew what it really meant to be possessed, that there was nothing civilized or fair about it.
He moved between her legs, lining his cock up. Her pussy was wet from the orgasm he’d given her, but she was still so damn tight. He pressed up, pushing his cock inside, forcing his way. He gripped her hips, guiding himself in.
Not only was she tight, the plug just made her tighter. He could feel it dragging on his dick, a pure pleasure, but he was determined to take her over the edge with him.
“I feel so full.” Her head dropped forward as she dragged air into her lungs. A hot groan came out of her mouth, and Bishop could feel it all along his cock.
“You’re not even half full yet, baby.” He forced another inch in, his skin singing everywhere they touched. So good. She felt so fucking good. He took his time, patiently working his cock inside. Her pussy muscles squeezed, threatening to send him over the edge, but he forced it back.
Not yet. Not yet. He didn’t want it to end yet.
God, he didn’t think he wanted it to ever fucking end, and he wasn’t thinking about the sex.
He pulled back, the drag on his dick nearly making his eyes cross. Nell’s pussy clenched, trying to keep him in, threatening his control, but he was a man on a mission.
He let his hand slide around her body, his thumb finding that nubbin that brought her so much pleasure.
Nell gasped as he pinched at her clit, and he knew he wouldn’t have to wait long. She was close. He fucked her hard, picking up the pace. He rammed his dick in while he worked her clit. Over and over, he fucked inside, losing himself completely. She was the only thing that mattered in that moment. They were the only two people in the whole fucking world. There was no job to return to, no mission to complete beyond sealing the bond between them. There was Henry and there was Nell. He didn’t have to be John Bishop here. He didn’t have to be the kid no one wanted, the boy trying so hard to fit in. He could be Nell’s man. Henry Flanders fit in here. He fit with her like a puzzle piece long forgotten but found and locked into place, complete once more.
Nell’s shout filled the small space, echoing off the walls. She clamped down hard, her orgasm forcing his own. It raced up, bubbling from his balls, causing his whole body to shake as he gave up his cum.
She slumped over, her torso resting on the marble floor. Bishop’s hands shook as he rid himself of the condom, tying it off and shoving it into his bag.
He was in far too deep. He was falling for the girl, and he couldn’t afford to do that. She was a distraction. She was a liability. She was a weakness.
He should walk away now. It would be best for the both of them. He could turn over all the information he had to Rye Harper and pray the man was a better law enforcement officer than the sheriff. He could tell her he would be back, towel off, get dressed, and then walk away. He could be on a plane in two hours, and he would never have to think about her or Bliss again.
“I don’t think I can move, Henry.” Her face was turned toward him, those lips that had loved him curled up in a satisfied grin.
“You don’t have to.” He picked her up and settled her on his lap. He smoothed back her hair as she laid her head on his chest.
This was where he wanted to be, cuddled close to Nell.
He would stay just for one more day.
* * * *
Nell slipped the sign back in the closest just as a group descended to set up for the spa party. That had been a close call. Henry had only just washed everything up after taking the plug out. It would have been really uncomfortable to have gotten caught with that plug.
The door opened and Pam and Bill walked in carrying a massage table. Callie followed behind them with a large box.
Henry moved quickly to take it out of Callie’s hands. And he didn’t even try to hide the fact that he wasn’t wearing a stitch. He was getting comfortable.
And she was falling deeply in love.
“Henry, it’s nice to see you’re settling in.” Bill set the massage table down and shed the coat he was wearing. He toed off his boots and grinned up at Henry. “I have to admit, I rather thought you would run by now.”
Henry’s really broad shoulders shrugged as he placed the box on the table. “I’m finding I can be very adaptable when I want to be.”
A little light hit Bill’s eyes. He reached out and patted Henry’s arm. “Yes, you can. You can adapt to just about anything, son, and happiness is damn easy to adapt to.”
Henry cleared his throat. “Well, I’m not quite as scared of all the naked stuff as I thought I would be.”
It was so good to see him being open and tolerant. And, at the same time, it kind of hurt because she was pretty sure he was still leaving. He was opening up and becoming a man she would be so proud to love, and he would walk away and another woman would get that big heart all to herself.
“Oh, you’re not a coward at all, Professor Flanders.” Nell’s mother stood in the doorway, a thick robe wrapped around her body. “I rather think you’re special.”
“I don’t know about special, Moira,” Henry replied. “But I am okay with the naked thing.”
Her mother gave Henry a very thorough once-over. “Well, any man who looks like you should be. Henry, dear, could you get me a lounger? I’d rather like to rest while we’re waiting.”
Her mother looked pale, fragile, but she smiled at Henry as he leapt into action. He didn’t hesitate, didn’t take time for small talk. He nearly ran across the room to grab one of the lounge chairs stacked at the back.
“He’s a good man, your Henry.” Her mom put an arm around her shoulder, resting their heads together. “I like him a lot.”
Tears immediately sprang to her eyes. She wanted more time. It was going too fast, like time was speeding up and she wanted so desperately to stay, to hold the moment. So sweet. So fleeting. This was life. It had to be savored because it was over so quickly. “I think I might love him, Mom.”
Her mother’s smile was soft as she looked at her. “Of course you do. He’s your soul mate, Nell. I can see it very plainly.”
“Moira, where do you want this?” Henry was holding the heavy chaise like it weighed nothing.
“Oh, I want to be close to the action. We’re waxing Sasquatch, after all. You know we call them trolls where I come from. Such an odd place, the Earth plane.” Her mother pointed to a place close to the massage table where Callie was starting to heat a pot for the wax and Pam was setting up a pedicure station. Henry moved to do her bidding, and Moira squeezed Nell. “I think I would like my toes to be purple this time. One thing I love about this plane is the technology. The vampires have it, too, but it’s so much more personal here.”
Henry didn’t seem to notice the crazy talk. He was busy placing the chaise and talking to Bill. A tendril of guilt sparked through her system. Henry should love her mom, too. There was nothing wrong with her mother. A little ins
anity never hurt anyone. Moira Finn had been a wonderful mother.
“I think purple would be great,” Nell leaned over, pressing her lips to her mom’s cheek. Time was short. She wouldn’t hold back on her affection. Love was never wrong. Love was never wasted. Her eyes strayed to Henry. Even if he couldn’t love her back, she was better for loving him. Her mom had taught her that. “I love you, Mom.”
“I love you, baby. You’re the best thing I ever did. I wish you could have known my brother. The good one, not the asswipe. Seamus was a good man. He had his flaws, but I loved him. Torin was a little shit. I don’t know how he came from the same womb as the rest of us.”
“Here you go, Moira.” Henry held a hand out, guiding her to the chaise. “Maybe you can put the robe down so you’re more comfortable. It’s nice and warm in here.”
He patted the chaise as though it really wouldn’t bother him if her mother dropped her robe and made herself comfortable. He’d come so far. He could go farther. Henry Flanders could be such a great man if he only allowed himself to be. He was capable of such deep love and acceptance. He was on the cusp of being a great man, and she couldn’t help but wonder at it.
Her mother didn’t have a problem with shedding her robe, either. She shrugged out of it and handed it to Henry, who kept his eyes squarely on her face before laying the robe out on the chaise for her.
“Here you go,” Henry said gallantly. “Nell, honey, I’m going to head into town for a couple of hours. I’ll be back before it’s time for bed, okay?”
She nodded. He was very likely going into town so he could work on her case. She wished he wouldn’t take it so seriously, but that was just the way Henry thought. Her mom squeezed Henry’s hand as she took her place and then Nell wrapped her arms around him.
She loved the feel of him. His hands found her waist and she felt surrounded, beloved. He hadn’t said it, likely never would, but she felt adored when he held her like that. “Have a nice time. Call me if you need anything.”