by Gemma Weir
Being with her is so new, but it already feels right, comfortable. She isn’t high maintenance or difficult, being normal and domestic with her feels good, because this is the life I want—her, morning, noon and night. I want to eat and sleep and just be with her for the small insignificant things as well as the big dramatic moments.
I add mash to each of our plates, while she piles ribs on top and places some corn on the side. Passing her, I curl my arm around her and pull her lips to mine, kissing her quickly as I grab us each a beer, then slide Hal’s plate to him before I sink down into the chair next to hers.
“Did you pack a bag?” I ask.
“I can’t—” she starts to say.
“Beau and I made cookies for the guys, although I’ve told you they can fend for themselves, and he invited me to join you for dinner tomorrow,” Hal says, looking pointedly at Bonnie over the rib he has in his fingers.
“Daddy,” she starts then pauses.
“Honey, you’re twenty-one years old, at your age, your mama was married to me and we had Caleb. I might be an old man, but I’m not senile,” he laughs.
Bonnie’s cheeks turn red and I stifle a chuckle. “Pack stuff for tonight and some extras to leave at my place,” I tell her.
“Why?” she asks, her brow wrinkled in confusion.
“Because I don’t want you to live out of a bag when you stay at mine. Granger’s building you a dresser to match mine and I’ll make room in the closet for you,” I tell her.
“Why?” she asks again, the furrow in her brow so deep now I could slot a pencil in it.
“Isn’t it obvious,” I smirk.
She frowns at me for a moment, then returns her attention back to her food. Getting up I pull the cookies from the oven when the timer goes off, then quickly finish my meal with my arm draped across the back of her chair.
Hal waves us both off when we offer to tidy up. “You cooked, I clean,” he says, wrapping up the leftover ribs.
“I’ll help you pack,” I whisper against her neck, enjoying her slight shudder in reaction to my closeness. Taking her hand, I lead her out of the kitchen, towing her in front of me when we reach the stairs so I can follow her to her bedroom.
The room isn’t how I imagined it would be, the walls are pink, and honestly, it’s a bit of a mess; piles of clutter dotted here and there with clothes thrown into a pile in the corner. It looks like the room of a teenager, and for the first time I’m aware of just how young she is. I’m in my forties and she’s twenty-one, practically a baby in terms of life experience. A voice in the back of my head tells me that I’m too old for her, but I flip it the metaphorical middle finger and instead turn my gaze to look at her.
She’s beautiful and all mine, I won’t give her up now, even if I should. Lowering myself to her bed I sit and watch as she pulls out a backpack from her closet and starts to add clothes to it.
“You’ll need a bigger bag than that,” I tell her.
“I don’t know why I need to bring extra stuff, I’m only staying for one night, which I’m not sure I actually agreed to anyway,” she rambles.
“Every night,” I tell her.
“Every night? What the hell does that even mean?”
“I want you at mine, in my bed every night, and that’d be easier if you had clothes there.”
“I’m not moving in with you,” she shrieks.
“Why not?” I ask simply.
“Because we’ve only been dating for like a day, we haven’t even been on a proper date yet,” she yells.
“And why is that?” I snap. “It’s because last night when we should have been out on our first date you were having dinner with someone else.”
Her eyes turn solemn and she lowers her gaze like a chastised child. “This is all moving too quick. Maybe we should just take a little time—”
“No,” I growl. Reaching for her, I yank her to me, spinning us when she’s in my arms, and lowering her to her bed, pinning her down with my body. “No thinking.” I kiss her. “No time.” I kiss her again. “Just us,” I tell her, lifting her arms and encouraging them to wrap around my neck as I devour her mouth, persuading her with my lips and tongue to be in the moment with me.
I expect her to take a second to react, but instead she lifts her head and kisses me back, curling one of her legs over mine. My dick jumps to attention, eager to be closer to her pussy now she’s pressing it against me.
“You can’t just kiss me senseless every time I disagree with you,” she says a little breathlessly against my mouth.
“Why not? I like kissing you much more than I like arguing with you.” I smile.
Her sigh is loud, and a mix of weary and amused. “Beau, why now? If what you said about wanting me for a year is true, why have you finally decided to relentlessly pursue me now?”
“I’m forty-three, baby girl, you only just turned twenty-one a few months ago,” I tell her, pressing a soft kiss to the side of her mouth, hoping to distract her.
“I can’t change my age,” she shrugs.
“I know,” I admit, sighing. “I think subconsciously I was just waiting for you to at least be able to legally drink,” I wince, hating how that sounds, but feeling how truthful it is.
“If you think I’m too young, then why are you here?” she snaps, her soft hold on my neck changing as I feel her tense beneath me.
“When I saw that guy flirting with you, I just knew I couldn’t wait anymore. I couldn’t risk losing you to someone else when I’ve always known you were meant to be mine,” I confess.
13
Bonnie
His eyes look almost vulnerable for the first time since he told me he wanted me. I should insist he give me some time, some space; this thing between us is moving at warp speed, but in this moment when he’s looking at me like he is now, I don’t want space. I want him to kiss me, I want him to take me to his huge bed and claim me as his. I’m a twenty-one-year-old virgin. Until now I’ve just found it inconvenient, but I’ve been unwilling to have a one-night stand with someone in town that I’ll have to see in the street for the rest of my life. Now I’m glad I haven’t ever slept with anyone else, because I want my first to be him.
No matter what he says, this thing between us won’t last forever, but for however long I hold his interest I want to be his wholeheartedly. Then when this is done and we both move on, at least I’ll know I made the most of the time I had with the man I’ve wanted since I was old enough to understand what a crush was.
Wrapping both of my legs around his back, I lift my hips and push my sex into his very hard dick. “I’m old enough to know I want you,” I whisper a moment before I kiss him, my bravado only lasting for a second.
His hips roll and his dick hits my clit, making a gasp burst from me. The moment my lips part he thrusts his tongue into my mouth, his hips rolling in unison with his tongue and making my skin tingle in anticipation for how he’s going to fuck me the moment we get to his.
Tearing his mouth away he pulls back, pushing my legs from around him while he breathes heavily, his dick so hard I can see the bulge clearly through his pants. “Get your stuff,” he rasps, reaching down and adjusting his dick as his wild eyes stare at me. “Now,” he snarls. “I’m not going to fuck you with your daddy downstairs.”
Climbing off my bed he stalks to my closet and rummages around in the back, eventually pulling out the wheeled carry-on case that I’ve only ever used once when Maggie took me to New York for a weekend trip for my eighteenth birthday. Without thought, he starts ripping clothes from hangers and shoving them into the case. He crosses to my dresser and opens my underwear drawer, grabbing handfuls of cotton panties and bras and throwing them haphazardly in.
“Stop, what are you doing?” I cry, laughing as I lift the case onto the bed, trying to see what exactly he’s put in there.
“I’ll buy you whatever we forget; just get your toothbrush and whatever girly shit you need and let’s go. If we don’t, I’m gonna forget that we’re
in your pink childhood bedroom and fuck you in that tiny bed of yours.”
“I don’t need half of this stuff,” I argue, but he silences me when he grabs my hand and shoves it against his very hard dick, thrusting a little into my palm.
“Feel that? My dick is so hard, so fucking desperate to get into your cunt I’m losing my god damn mind, so just do as your told and grab your shit,” he snarls, anger lacing his words. Grabbing the back of my neck he squeezes, pulling me to him as his lips descend on mine and he kisses me passionately, almost frantically.
When he releases me, I cross to the bathroom, grabbing the bits I need and shoving them into the case. I scan the room, spotting my charger which I shove into the case and then zip it closed.
Beau snatches the case from me and lifts it in one hand, grabbing my hand in the other. Almost dragging me from the room, he guides me down the stairs and then back towards the kitchen. “Go say goodbye to your daddy,” he orders, releasing my hand.
“Daddy, I’m gonna stay at Beau’s tonight,” I say a little sheepishly.
“Okay honey, we’re all set for the morning with the cookies Beau and I made, so I’ll see you tomorrow night for dinner,” my dad says, pressing a kiss to my cheek.
My jaw drops and I stare, expecting him to be at least a little scandalized at the idea of me sleeping over at a guy’s house, but he doesn’t even seem that shocked. He did say earlier that he was old, not senile, but I’m his only daughter, and Beau and I only just started dating. I suppose I stayed there last night and he never mentioned it, but I don’t know what Beau told him when he let him know I wouldn’t be coming home. “Okay, well, night,” I say a little dazed.
“Night honey, night Beau,” Dad says, filling a cup with coffee, his back to us.
“Night Hal, I’ll text you what time for dinner depending on what time Bonnie finishes,” Beau says, grabbing my hand again and leading me towards the front door.
“Okay,” Dad calls, just as Beau ushers me outside and towards his truck.
This time when he lifts me into the seat and does my seatbelt up, I let him, as eager to get to his place as he is. Neither of us speaks as he drives a little too quickly down my driveway, onto the road, and then up his driveway, skidding to a stop outside his house.
Fumbling with the seatbelt, he throws open my door, easily unclipping me and scooping me up into his arms, my case in his other hand.
“Put me down,” I cry. “You can’t carry me in, your brothers will see.”
“Don’t give a fuck,” he growls, kissing me to shut me up as he pushes through the front door and makes an immediate b-line for his room. He ignores his brothers who all stay stoically silent, not even saying hello, as he carries me into his bedroom, slamming the door behind us.
Lowering me to the floor, his lips find mine as his fingers grasp the edge of my shirt, peeling it up and over my breasts, only tearing his lips from mine so he can pull my shirt free of my head and throw it to the floor.
“These fucking tits,” he growls, cupping my bra clad breasts in his huge palms.
I watch mesmerized as he opens his mouth and sucks my nipple between his lips, a wet patch forming on the lace. “So fucking perfect,” he whispers reverently, as he releases the clasp at the back and slides the straps of my bra down my arms, letting it fall to the floor as soon as my nipples are revealed.
“Jesus, baby girl,” he rasps as his teeth clamp down on my sensitive peak, and I cry out in pleasure filled pain. “Tiny, pink, and fucking delicious,” he moans, allowing his tongue to dip out and lave at the tip.
The heat of his lick mixes with the cool air, I suck in a startled breath as my nipples pebble and goosebumps break out across the skin of my breasts.
“Naked, I need you fucking naked, I want to look at you,” he growls.
His fingers slide into the waistband of my leggings and he pulls them down, taking my panties with them as he kneels on the floor, lifting my feet free of the fabric that he discards to the side. Still fully dressed, he rolls back onto his heels and looks up at me, his eyes raking over my exposed skin with a predatory gleam.
“You’re mine, baby girl, every fucking inch. I was an asshole before, but now you’re giving yourself to me, giving that perfect fucking pussy to me I’ll be a thousand times worse. I won’t give you an inch of space, I won’t give you time, or let you run; you belong to me now, my property, and I won’t ever give you up,” he warns as he licks a path up my inner thigh, parting my legs as he does.
His tongue finds my clit and my legs almost buckle, but his palm on my ass holds me up, even as he squeezes roughly. Burying his face in my sex, his tongue laps lazy lines from my clit to my entrance, dipping inside me a little deeper each time until he’s fucking me with his tongue. He tortures my clit in a rhythm that has my fingers tangling in his hair and willing him to do more, to give me more friction or more penetration, just more.
“You want more, baby girl?” he laughs.
“Yes,” I pant.
A finger pushes inside of me, and I cry out a little at the shock of the invasion and how different it feels to have him inside of me while I’m standing up. “So tight,” he says against my mound. “I need to stretch you out so my dick doesn’t tear you to bits.”
A second finger slides into me, making me feel full and achy as he slowly, carefully fills my sex while his tongue finds my clit again.
His palm on my ass tightens, as my legs threaten to give way again when he scrapes my clit with his teeth. “You’re so tight, I can’t wait to fill you with my cock. Just watching your lips part with my fingers is driving me crazy. I want to watch you take my dick, I want to watch your cunt spread and stretch when I claim it,” he tells me, pushing a third finger into me and making me wince when my muscles protest the invasion.
“Relax, take my fingers so I don’t hurt you when you take my dick. I can feel the barrier, you saved your virginity for me, didn’t you? Twenty-one and never been owned. You knew you were mine, didn’t you?” he demands as he pushes his fingers into me deeper, and a pulse of pleasure bursts inside of me.
“Yes,” I gasp, as his tongue moves in time with his hand, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
“God, Bonnie, your cunt is spread around my fingers and your arousal is running over my hand, you’re dripping wet, your cunt is weeping with need for me. My big dick is going to slide straight into you, I’m going to own you from the inside out, and you’re going to scream my name and beg for more.”
His dirty words mixed with the cascade of pleasure he’s giving me, all culminate in an orgasm that makes my legs give way as I scream his name and squeeze my eyes shut while the world becomes hazy, and all I can feel, and see, and smell is him.
When I open them again, I’m lying on his bed watching as he hurriedly strips out of his clothes, his dick so hard the head looks painful and red, liquid dripping from the tip. Reaching down he grips the length as his eyes find mine. “Do you want my dick, baby girl?” he asks, his voice pained.
I nod, and he growls in frustration. “Tell me,” he demands.
“I want it, I want you to fuck me,” I cry, parting my legs instinctually.
Closing the space between us, he crawls onto the bed, lifting my knees up and pushing my heels to my ass, spreading me wide for him as he positions himself between my thighs.
Grabbing my hand, he wraps it around his dick, hissing when I touch him. “Guide me into you, show me you want it,” he orders.
His dick is hot and smooth, the head wet with precum. Adjusting my grip, I guide him down to my sex, pausing when the head touches my entrance. “I want to watch,” he says, his voice strained.
I feel his fingers at my sex, parting my folds and spreading me wide as the head of his dick breaches me.
“Fuck,” he groans, and I feel the intense stretch as my pussy expands to allow him in. “Baby girl, your cunt is stretched so fucking wide, I can barely get into you,” he says as his eyes lift to mine, hooded and full
of more desire than I’ve ever seen on a man before. “I’m gonna do this quick, I need to be inside you,” he warns a second before he thrusts deep into me, taking my virginity in one quick movement.
I hiss through parted lips, my teeth gritting as my sex feels like it’s being ripped apart from the invasion of something far too big. I’m painfully full, and the urge to push him away almost overwhelms me.
“That’s it, Bonnie, just breathe, I’m sorry for hurting you, but you’re mine now. Just relax and the pain will go,” Beau pants against my lips, kissing my jaw, my cheek, my lips, not moving an inch.
“It hurts,” I gasp.
“I know, but it’ll only be this time, I promise there’ll be nothing but pleasure after tonight,” he soothes, pulling my breast into his mouth and sucking on one nipple while he toys with the other, pinching and teasing it between his finger and thumb. “You feel perfect, so hot and wet and unbelievably tight, my dick’s in heaven,” he rasps, moving his hips ever so slightly, pulling out a tiny bit, then sliding back in again tentatively.
“I’m going make all of your dirty dreams come true, I’m going to take you from behind bent over the bed just like you fantasized about. I’m going to make you come in a hundred different ways until this pain is erased from your memory, and all you’ll know when my dick is inside of you is pleasure,” he tells me, his movements becoming more intense as he pulls out further, pushing all the way back into me in long, smooth thrusts, distracting me with his lips and fingers.
Letting my eyes close I cling to him, my legs wrapping around his back as he fucks me confidently. His hand slides between us to play with my clit, his thrusts speeding up. It still hurts, but it’s more of a dull ache that I ignore when he rubs and circles my clit until I feel the familiar stirrings of an unexpected orgasm.
“I’m almost there,” he warns, “but I want you with me, I want you to come with your pussy full of my cock.”
His teeth clamp down onto my neck and I come, a kaleidoscope of colors filling my vision as I tense, curling into his huge body. His thrusts become jerky, his dick feeling somehow even bigger as he slams into me once, twice, then comes on a groan, his lips finding mine and kissing me as if I’m everything he ever wanted and needed.