I lift the hem of her t-shirt, slipping it over her head. Her round, full tits are beautiful, like every inch of her skin. She’s naked in my bed, her ass so creamy, her pussy untouched and tight.
Marcie unbuttons my flannel shirt, her warm hands running over my bare chest, my ladder of abs tightening as she touches them.
I kick off my jeans, my boxers, and the two of us are naked, our souls bared to one another as we gently explore each other’s bodies. Facing one another, I run my hands over her, massaging her tits and drawing her close for a kiss. My cock is hard and being pressed against her belly makes me solid steel.
She gingerly touches me, her hand on my cock, and I run my fingers between her thighs, her pussy hot with want. I groan, wanting her so fucking bad.
“I don’t want to do this wrong,” she says, her voice a whisper.
“You won’t, I promise, little bird.”
“But I’ve never done this and—”
I cut her off. “I never have either.”
Her eyes widen. “Never?”
I shake my head. “Not once. I’m a virgin too, Marcie. I saved myself for you.”
She licks her lips. “You didn’t even know me, James.”
“I saved myself for the woman who would make me feel like a man, who’d make me feel like I do with you. Like I could take down armies in your name, like I could march into battle for your honor. A woman I’d lay down my life for.”
Tears fill her eyes. “James...”
“Don’t cry,” I tell her, cupping her beautiful face in my palm. “But believe me, Marcie. When I make love to you, it’s no small thing. It is everything.”
She wraps her arms around me, and I roll on top of her, my girl - my world.
“You make me feel like I’m more than my past. When you look at me, James, it’s like ... like you see our future.”
“I do Marcie. I see a whole fucking world just waiting for us.”
She clings to me and I kiss her again, softly. My lips are promises I intend to keep. She’s been through hell, but this moment, right now it’s heaven.
I move down the bed, spreading her knees and running my tongue over her, her pussy sweet and wet and all mine. My cock groans in pleasure, this moment, right here, is one I’ve been waiting my entire life for. There are things about me she doesn’t know - but I will tell her everything in good time.
Right now, this night, is about the present - not the past. So I lick her tight pussy, her hips wiggling, her back arching, the gentle moans of pleasure escaping her heart-shaped mouth. I know she loves it, and so do I. She drips for me and I press a finger inside of her, wanting to explore every inch of her perfect body. She’s so tight and my cock is so damn big, but I know if I kiss her enough, get her ready, she will be able to take me.
Fingering her is a fucking fantasy. I’ve never touched a woman before - never run my hands over a woman's thighs and planted kisses on her folds. And God I’m glad I’ve waited for the one.
My one.
It’s been a week of falling for her and damn, I know she’s been through so much and isn’t ready for my declarations - so instead I will show her my devotion by worshipping her body.
“Oh, James,” she whimpers as I lick her slit up and down, her pussy clenching as I inhale her. “Please, let me touch you,” she begs. “Please.”
I flick my tongue over her, teasing her as her toes curl, her legs wrapping around my shoulders, and I smile as I breathe her in. As she nears the edge of her pleasure, I wrap my hands around her hips and squeezing her ass as I dip my tongue deeper inside her heat.
“Don’t make me wait,” she moans. “Oh...oh.”
The swirl of my tongue against her warmth causes her moaning to grow louder. My beard tickles her as she gets off against me in the way I’ve been dreaming about since the moment I first laid eyes on her curvy body.
She finishes, panting with happiness and I move on top of her once more. “God, I love your pretty little cunt,” I tell her, kissing her hard.
She smiles, the wall between us gone, it fell away the moment we gave in to our desire. And now there’s nothing left to do except make love all night.
“Come here,” she tells me, a teasing smile tugging at her lips. “Let me find out what all the fuss is about.”
She runs her hands over my length, her eyes widening as she takes hold of my girth. I’m a fucking stallion and this pretty little virgin is going to ride me.
“You think you can handle it?”
She smiles. “You should realize I can get through anything.”
Those words are so damn true, and hell, they make me want her all the more. “Then come here, sweet one, let’s go somewhere we’ve never been before.”
Chapter Five
Marcie
When James begins to fill me, inch by perfect inch, it takes all my strength to not weep. Not because it hurts - but because it feels so damn good. Being here, in his protective embrace, his body my shelter from the storm outside this cabin, fills me with a sense of security I’ve never felt before.
He smells so good, like a wood fire and cedar trees and the air after it’s rained. Fresh and clean and mine. I breathe him in, his body the oxygen I’ve been craving all my life. I can’t get enough, and I press my palms against his chest, refusing to forget a second of our time together.
“Oh God,” he growls in my ear. “You’re so fucking tight, my cock needs you, girl.”
And I whimper beneath him, wanting to give his hungry cock the meal it needs.
“Don’t stop,” I plead as he moves against me, our rhythm written in the sky. The rain brought us together and the storms of life melded our hearts as one.
“Never.”
I know it’s crazy to think of a future with a man I’ve just met ... but life is crazy.
And hard.
And lonely.
So very lonely.
But when I’m with James, in his cabin, sweeping the floorboards or washing dishes, I feel like I am finding a real footing for the first time in my life. I feel like I belong here, with him. A man as honest and as forthright as I’ve ever met.
When he looks at me, I believe he has told me the whole story, and that makes me feel like his cabin in the woods is a cocoon, the netting I needed. Not a trap, instead, it’s a blanket keeping me warm.
His body is a river of muscles, and I want to swim in him. He thrusts his thickness inside me, and I moan, the strength of him intoxicating, and I want to bathe in it, drown in him, and never leave this feeling of weightlessness.
“Marcie,” he groans, cupping my cheek as he takes me to the very brink of pleasure. To the very edge of the world. “I’m gonna come, sweetheart.”
I arch my back as he thrusts deeper inside me, giving myself over to him in every sense of the word. We are virgins no longer, we are making sweet love in the middle of nowhere, our hearts bound, pounding as we meet in the middle, both of us coming undone and stitching ourselves back together all at once.
My body tenses as I reach a pinnacle of desire that I’ve never imagined possible. My body lets go and I release everything I’ve kept bottled up inside. Every inch of my skin is on fire, fueled by desire and as James kisses me, it only fans the flame.
He wraps his arms around me so tight, I can hardly breathe. He is hanging on for dear life, same as me. I won’t let go.
Our eyes meet and we breathe as one, our hearts beating in sync, our bodies still joined.
“I love you, Marcie,” he tells me.
I kiss him, words not adequate for the swell of emotions wrapping around my bruised and beaten heart.
* * *
The next morning a weight has been lifted in the cabin. The rain still drops on the metal roof, but the sun is breaking through the clouds and a stream of light filters through the window. Banjo is at the foot of the bed, and Lily is nestled between James and me, her tiny body swaddled in a pale pink blanket that someone gave her at Wild Ride. Not sure who and I wish I k
new. Because it is one of her only possessions.
“What are you thinking?” James asks, tucking a strand of my curly hair behind my ear.
“Lily will never know her mom. It breaks my heart.”
“What happened to her?” he asks softly.
After making love several times last night, we showered. A barrier dropped after we lost our virginity and smiles covered our faces as we stole glances at one another, washing up with soap and warm water, our hands exploring every inch the other had to offer. We dressed in clean t-shirts and underwear, then gave Lily a new bottle and a diaper change. We fell asleep with this angel between us.
“The guy who was in charge of her - the leader of the pack. A man named Clay, he basically owned her.”
James sucks in a deep breath and I wonder what he is thinking right now. Probably that he wishes he knew Clay so he could beat him to the ground. James would do that - anything in his power to protect me from a man like that.
“Anyway, Amy was his property and he didn’t want anyone to touch her. Not even doctors. He had one of the women at the club come in when she went into labor, this girl had gone to nursing school for awhile before dropping out, so she knew more than the rest of us about childbirth ... but she still didn’t know enough.”
I get choked up thinking about Amy, how vulnerable she was. How all the men at Wild Ride had the women under their thumb. We couldn’t go anywhere, couldn’t run, couldn’t get help - we were under their control. Guns have a way of keeping even the strongest person down. And those men had plenty.
“After Lily came into the world, it was clear Amy was losing too much blood. She was weak and pale, hemorrhaging. We begged Clay to call 911, but he refused. He was scared, I saw it in his eyes. He knew Amy wasn’t going to make it and he decided losing her was better than losing the entire community he built. If the police stepped one foot on his compound, he’d be locked up for good.”
“And if anyone spoke out against him, they would be dead and buried, too.”
I nod. “Exactly. Clay was the boss. Is the boss.” My breathing shallows as I consider what he will do to me if he finds me. “I never want to go back there.”
“You won’t,” he tells me. His words last night flood my heart, I love you, and they make me brave, help me tell the rest of this painful story.
“Amy died the next morning, we couldn’t get the bleeding to stop and I don’t think any of the other men even knew what was happening. They were drunk or high and it was just Mickey and me. She was our friend and after Amy passed away, she was the one and only reason I got Lily out of there. She saved us. And I don’t want to imagine the price she paid for it.”
“No other women were there to help you?”
I shake my head. “No. Clay started another compound in Idaho last year and sent the other women there. I have no idea where it even is.”
“God, Marcie, you went through so much.” His eyes pierce mine.
“I’ve decided that when the storm stops, I’m going to the police, and telling them everything. Clay is a murderer. I just don’t understand why other people who knew this about him, the people who left, wouldn't have gone to the cops.”
“It sounds like he’s gone from bad to worse - with this new compound, what he did to your sister. Maybe he wasn’t always like that.”
I kiss Lily’s forehead. “I think you’re right. I heard he used to be a lot less cruel. Back when his wife and son were alive. But after they died, it’s like he snapped.”
“I’m so sorry Amy’s gone,” James says, our fingers lacing together.
Tears fall down my cheeks, her death so raw, so recent. It’s going to take a long time for my heart to heal.
“I shouldn’t have told you I loved you last night, you need space, time to heal—”
I cut James off. His words are kind, but he’s wrong. “No. I don’t. Your words are the balm I need.”
Our hands squeeze tight, tears filling both our eyes. I’ve never known this before - love. I’m still scared to say it back, but that’s okay for now. James is more than the man who took my virginity - he is the man who stole my heart.
Chapter Six
James
Days have passed and finally the storm has let up. Marcie and Lily are fast asleep when I walk outside with Banjo, the morning sun just rising behind the mountain. I breathe in the fresh, dewy air, standing on the porch. The rain has stopped, which means the river will start to recede soon, and the bridge will be passable again. Which is good, because we’re running low on resources.
But it also scares the shit out of me, because I know my father, and he won’t sit back and let one of his brands run away so easily, especially not when she took something that he believes belongs to him - Lily. My half-sister.
I have no doubt he has men already scouring this mountain.
The truth, which I haven’t told her, is that she won’t ever be safe. Not as long as my old man is alive.
I know, because he came close to killing me - his own son. All because I refused to become one of them. He told his club that I died, just like my mother did all those years ago. And in his mind, I did. Leaving meant that in his eyes, I’m a traitor.
And I’m a liar. At least to Marcie.
I haven’t told her who I am. I know I have to. But I don’t want her to think of me like that. I may have run from that life, but before I did I committed crimes I’m not proud of. I hate the boy I was. Which is why I’ve fought all these years to become the man I am now.
I sit down on the porch and stare down at the yellowed photo in my hand. It’s the only one I kept. The only picture I have of my mom. She was pretty, with long dark hair that hung down to her waist, but even then, her eyes were hollow, empty, like the bastard she’d called her old man had already beaten the life out of her.
I’m only about twelve in the photo, and I hate the way I look up at my father, like he’s some kind of superhero and not the supervillain I know him to be now.
The door creaks open behind me, and I shove the photo in my pocket.
“It stopped raining.” A blanket wrapped around her shoulders, her hair tousled, cheeks glowing, Marcie sits down beside me and rubs Banjo’s head.
I pull her into my lap and kiss her.
“It’s a good omen, right?” Marcie’s eyes flicker with light and she leans against me, her body warm.
“You ready for your present?”
She shakes her head in confusion. “Present?”
“You didn’t really think I was chopping wood in the rain, did you?”
She laughs. “I thought you just needed some space.”
“Just a sec.” I leave her on the porch and head to my woodshop just a few yards from the cabin. I lift the piece I made from the ground and carry it back to the front porch.
“What in the world....” Marcie’s eyes water and she brushes away her tears as she takes in my craftsmanship.
Pieces of cedar sanded and stained, a cradle nailed together for Lily.
Her niece and my half-sister.
I want to tell Marcie everything - about my father, my past, my story, but I don’t want to hurt her. Not when she is only now finding her strength. Still, I have to be honest - I need to tell her everything.
She wraps her arms around me before I can say the words that will push her away. “Oh, James, it’s so perfect. Let’s put her in it now,” she says already stepping into the cabin.
Marcie lifts Lily from her makeshift crib, smiling as wide as I’ve ever seen her. I place the handmade cradle at the foot of our bed and watch as Marcie sets the still sleeping Lily in her newly crafted cradle. “It’s the sweetest thing, James,” she gushes, her happiness my only goal. The last thing I want to do right now, when she’s wearing a smile like this, is erase it with a story that will only confuse her healing heart.
“Come here,” she says, taking my hand. “Sit down.”
I lift a brow, wondering what it is she wants. I sit down on the bed, and take
her hand, knowing I can’t put this off any longer. “I need to talk to you, Marcie. It’s important.”
She licks her lips. “Please, let me do this first.”
“Do what?”
She drops to her knees and begins tugging off the belt on my blue jeans, pulling down the zipper, her eyes widening with excitement.
“Baby, we need to talk,” I try again.
She shakes her head. “Please, let me try this. I want to thank you, James. And I have a feeling you’ll like this.”
I run my hands through her hair, then lift her chin. “What I have to say will change things between us, Marcie.”
She steels her eyes. “Then don’t say a word. If everything is bound to change, then let me have this. Please.”
I stop fighting it, wanting to give Marcie everything she wants. She pulls my cock from my jeans and opens her mouth, taking me between her lips, and I close my eyes, letting this angel take care of me the way I need. God, she feels so good, her pink lips wrapped around my cock and I’m so fucking hard, my guilt laces with pleasure and I groan, pressing her head down, so she can take me deeper. She whimpers, enjoying my dominance, the way I am guiding her. She purrs, deep throating me, her fingers on my aching balls, her fingers running up and down my shaft as she sucks me, hard.
“Fuck,” I growl, so damn close.
“Come,” she pants. “Let me taste you,” she begs. It doesn’t take much - her horny words force my cock to erupt. She sucks harder, swallowing every drop of my milky cum, and she loves it, swirling her tongue over my tip, holding my balls in her hand and squeezing them ever so gently.
“That okay?” she asks, blinking sweetly.
“You’re a fucking treasure, Marcie.”
She looks up at me with such trusting eyes I have to look away. I need to tell her everything. But Lily starts fussing and Marcie stands. “I think she needs a bottle.”
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