Wargasm

by Sosie Frost

  That probably should have scared me away. But this curiosity would get me in far greater trouble.

  I leaned down, unsure but encouraged by the rasping hiss of his breathing. My tongue darted out, circling the head of his cock. Rem swore. Good enough for me. Another lick. A soft kiss. I glanced up at him, voice a soft whisper.

  “Am I doing this right?”

  “There’s not a goddamned thing you could do wrong now.”

  “So…this is good?” I popped the head in my mouth. Salty and warm. He tasted like raw, primal excitement, and his shiver traced over my own body and centered in my core. I mumbled over his length. “That’s what you like?”

  “Fuck…”

  I took that as a yes and dipped lower over his shaft.

  How in the world was a girl supposed to take a man like him? He was thick. Hard. His cock was almost an angry, fierce spear of flesh. It pulsed in my mouth, waiting for a chance to strike a lot lower and far deeper. My tummy clenched. The wetness should have shamed me, but my body only did what came naturally when so close to this man.

  This perfect, sexy man.

  His body tensed, every muscle tight with a thrilling need. His abs flexed. His biceps flared as he gripped the chain of the porch swing with his huge, callused hands. Skilled hands. Hands that knew exactly where to touch me, how to tease me, and how to shatter me in a quick and unbelievably intense orgasm that should have left me in a puddle in the bathroom.

  Except I wanted more.

  I deserved more.

  Five years of waiting. Of longing. Of wishing things had been different. But only a fool wished for change. If I wanted him—if I wanted the past we should have had and the future we both dreamed about—then I had to take it for myself.

  I had to forgive him.

  Or at least…forget what had happened.

  One of these was far easier than the other with his cock in my mouth, his hands in my hair, and his groans filling me with desire.

  His hardness twitched. A quick pulse shot through his body. Rem pushed me away, his smile a wicked and knowing tease.

  “Need more than your mouth tonight, Cassi,” he said. “And I know you do too.”

  He pulled me to my feet, but he didn’t let me stay still. He swept me into his arms and carried me to the porch railing, setting me down and spreading my legs so he could slip between.

  “No more games,” he said. “No more imagining.”

  “I want you,” I breathed.

  “I’ve always needed you.” His finger trailed along my slit.

  I didn’t hold back this time. The pleasure crashed over me, and I bit my lip to keep from groaning.

  The slickness opened my petals, and he circled my clit once more

  “But you’re…you waited,” he said.

  “For you.”

  “Are you sure you want to give me this?”

  “I’ve always wanted it to be you.”

  He stared down at me, voice hoarse. “I don’t deserve you.”

  “Not true. We deserve this. Maybe just once. Maybe forever. It doesn’t matter.” I reached for him, my fingers tickling the tattooed sunflower over his heart. “Let’s have tonight. Now. You and me. Forget the past. Forget the future. Forget everything.”

  Rem grinned. “There’s no way in hell you’ll ever forget this night.”

  He kissed me, edging closer, drawing my hips towards him. His beard tickled my cheek as my head rolled back, granting him access to the soft skin of my neck. He nibbled along my collarbone and stroked himself. I flinched as the head of his cock teased my slit. The sensations burst through me.

  “It’s…you’re…big.” I whispered. “Are you certain it’ll fit?”

  “That’s the fun of it.”

  Sure…but I was me, and he was…

  Huge.

  Rem had become a mass of muscle and strength and raw power born of the wilderness. He’d not only lived within nature, he’d conquered it. Nothing about him was tamed. His kisses were gentle, but that wasn’t him anymore. He’d lived a tough, hard life.

  Now, he was rugged. Strong, fierce, and commanding. He stood before me more animal than man with a hardened cock and years of pent up aggression and desire that twitched the thick shaft jutting from between his legs.

  “I’ve wanted you forever, Cas,” he said.

  “Then take me. Make me yours.”

  His grin faded. A dark sensuality masked his features, wild and ravenous. “If I take you, I won’t be letting you go. Not tonight. Not tomorrow. Not ever.”

  Nothing had ever sounded so wonderful. “I’m yours, Rem.”

  “Waited forever to hear you whisper that.”

  If this was a mistake, it was the best mistake I’d ever made.

  Rem held me close with one arm, his other hand stroking the length of his pulsing cock. Once. Twice. He stared down at me with a quiet, possessive growl.

  He pushed.

  Slow at first. Oh, so slow and carefully. A gentle, tenacious pressure that opened me to him. Just a slight movement at first. He rubbed the head along my slick folds and moved his hips inward.

  He filled me. Inch by inch, a dangerously intense pleasure of fullness that impaled me. I gasped, gripping his shoulders, his arms, any of the strong, knotted muscles that might have protected me from the delicious shivers racing through my core.

  I tightened as my body ached with a sudden pinch.

  Then…

  Completeness.

  His length slowly eased inside of me. His head. The shaft. Until finally our bodies met, slick with sweat and trembling in amazement. The entire length of him stretched me. My breath shuddered. My body ached and cried out and crashed again and again with a newfound confusion and excitement and dizzying sensation.

  Too much?

  Too big?

  Yes and no. I needed more.

  I craved a movement he hadn’t given. Instinct or greed? My hips bucked as I tried to emulate the motions I knew would come. In and out. Harder and quicker. Anything. But I earned no more than a mind-blowing inch.

  “Rem…” My hoarse whisper shattered us both. “Please…”

  He leaned in, capturing my kiss with a rugged, husky laugh. “Christ. Now that I have you, now that I’m inside you…fuck me, I don’t think I can move.”

  “That’s no fair.”

  “Neither are you…” His kiss turned feverish, frantic. “I could stay here forever. This close to you. This deep inside of you. Finally. After all this time…you’re mine.”

  I arched into his hands as he explored the curves of my body. My heart raced, aching with every passing moment that frustration flexed my hips. I needed him as much as he needed me, but now I ached for something more. What’d he’d promised. What we both craved.

  We’d waited for too long to be romantic.

  Suffered alone for too many years to be gentle.

  Denied ourselves too much pleasure to be cautious.

  And together, as our bodies pressed and our kisses muffled our groans, we’d finally taken everything we’d ever wanted.

  “Please…” I pleaded with my own desire. “Don’t hold back.”

  “I’m barely holding on, Sassy.”

  “More, Rem...”

  With an agonizing tease, Rem pulled from me. Only a few inches. Only a brief crest of hips. But that was all he needed to drive inside me. The fierce size of him should have scared me, but I’d never felt so complete in my life.

  A part of me had been missing for so long, filled by the part of him I’d so long denied.

  Every trust became a promise. Every kiss the first truth we’d spoken in years. Every shivered bolt of pleasure, a fantasy come true.

  I took him deeper, arching to let him within my tightness. My words panted. My breath trembled. Wrapped in each other arms, desperate for each other’s desire, we murmured words we’d never said and feelings that neither of us were ready to admit.

  He rocked inside me, hands squeezing my hips. “Should
have done this long ago.”

  I would have let him too. Would have welcomed him. Offered myself to him. Given everything to him.

  I’d loved him before. I loved him now.

  And that made me reckless and foolish and so incredibly desperate for him. This wasn’t fair. We belonged together. We couldn’t change the past, but what had it done to him? The once playful, excited puppy of a boy had turned into a reclusive, gruff, bear of a man. Alone. Miserable. Struggling so hard to see the good in himself.

  But I saw it. I knew it was there. And I fell for him with every breath, every stroke, every minute of every day that he denied the past and struggled to imagine a future where he belonged.

  His future was in mine.

  No more hiding. No more wilderness.

  Just me and him.

  Tonight was only the beginning.

  Breathing was hard. Thinking impossible. A rushing, intoxicating intensity built so deep inside of me it actually ached with every hardened thrust. I gripped his arms. The muscles beneath my fingers tensed. He fought with himself, with me, with everything. Each drive inside me struck through him with the same shivering realization.

  I hardly recognized the wild, rasping warning that growled from his throat. But the words stirred in me. I tensed, nodded, unable to speak.

  “I’m not pulling out.” Rem stared at me, daring me to protest. “Now that I finally have you, I’ve gotta come inside of you, Cas. I gotta make you mine.”

  And I would have fought him if he’d even dreamt of pulling from me.

  I clung to him, tensing as my own excitement unwound every part of me.

  He struck first—a hard, powerful thrust straight through me. He bottomed out as deeply as he could get, a solid and uncompromising mark of strength. He pinned me against his hips. Clenched his jaw. Sweated.

  I arched as the heat of his seed burst within me.

  My core first, then every muscle, every inch of skin. The tingles became shocks and transformed my breath, my words, my weakening strength into jagged and fierce energy. Every tremble rocked through me, a strike to my most vulnerable and sensitive secrets.

  I came for him again and again, clutching at his shoulders and chest as our bodies still quaked and moved together. The heat and mess between my legs only hardened him more. A captured kiss, and he was on me again, wrapping me into his arms, threatening me with even more pleasure.

  I giggled as he held me against his chest and swept me into the house.

  “No cuddling?” I teased. “And here I thought you’d be a romantic.”

  “Fuck cuddling.” Rem tossed me onto his bed and shut the door behind us. His cock hardened again, slick and intimidating and so very delicious. “I’ve been without you for five years, Cassi. Little girl, you’re in for a rough night.”

  13

  Rem

  I didn’t wake up next to the woman of my dreams.

  We never went to sleep.

  Sticky, exhausted, and utterly spent, we crawled out of bed once the sun rose.

  Cassi reluctantly dressed, smirking as she tucked her hair into a ponytail and borrowed one of my old shirts and a pair of boxers. She so easily fell into my arms now.

  “I don’t want this to end,” she whispered.

  God, the woman was beautiful. Sexy and dark and wild enough to ache me in all the best places.

  I stroked her cheek, earning a smile. “Good thing this is just the beginning.”

  No end in sight, but plenty of interruptions. The bedroom door crashed open.

  Mellie sprinted into the room, diving into Cassi’s arms. “Yay! You’re home!”

  Tabby followed close behind, escaping her crib even though she was groggy and wielding a heavy diaper. She gave her nanny a mischievous grin. Both girls pinned her in a hug.

  Cassi arched an eyebrow. “Nothing like a toddler catching you on the walk of shame.”

  “Nothing shameful about last night.”

  She disagreed with a giggle. “Well, maybe some of it was shameful.”

  “You liked it.” I had proof.

  “You encouraged it.”

  “You teased me.”

  “You begged for it.”

  I grinned. “I’ll beg again.”

  Mellie smooshed Cassi’s face between her hands and drew her attention back. “I’m hungry.”

  Cassi spoke through puckered lips. “Okay. Lemme get coffee first.”

  “Why?”

  Her glance to me wasn’t sly. “I’m kinda tired.”

  Mellie cocked her head. “Why?”

  I took credit. “We stayed up late.”

  “Doing what?”

  “We played a lot of games,” she said. “That’s all.”

  “Cassi won.” I winked. “About ten times.”

  Cassi gave me a pinch and shooed the kids from the bedroom. “Who wants pancakes?”

  “Mememememe!”

  I raised my hand. “Me me me.”

  She baited me with that smirk. “You had enough to eat, Mr. Marshall.”

  Bad girl. “And you tasted like maple syrup.”

  “Sweet talker.”

  I licked my lips. “Your fault.”

  Cassi hoisted Tabby into her arms and led Mellie into the kitchen. “Okay. I’m going to make you guys my mom’s super-secret family pancake recipe. But you have to promise not to tell anyone what goes in it.”

  Mellie’s blue eyes widened. “What is it?”

  “Bisquick,” I winked.

  Cassi smacked me again. “Don’t insult my mother’s cooking. God knows you ate enough of it growing up.”

  “Had to. There was never any food at my place.”

  “So, instead you ate us out of house and home?”

  “All the Bisquick I could stuff in my cheeks.”

  “She made them from scratch!”

  Never insult a woman when she’s got her hand in a bag of flour. A plume of flour burst in my face. Bad, bad girl. Shouldn’t have started a fight so near heavy artillery. I grabbed a wooden spoon from the drawer and countered, giving her bottom a quick smack. She squealed and threatened to topple the flour bag over my head.

  “And here I offered to make you breakfast in bed.” I patted the white dust from my shirt.

  She waved a hand over the screaming girls. “And what would we do with the hungry kids?”

  “It’s a big woods. Let ‘em scavenge.”

  Cassi let loose the hounds. “Mellie, Tabby! Get him!”

  Mellie needed no encouragement. She bolted at my legs, giggling and striking my thighs with little balled fists I’d learned could actually inflict some hurt on defenseless places. The kids laughed as I led them through the kitchen and across the living room. No longer was the couch a safe refuge. I no sooner dove over the back when Mellie roared, charging over an end table to get to me. Blocks ricocheted off the ground. A sippy cup bounced into the hearth. The remote to every electronic device cracked against the ground. Batteries plinked away.

  A little destruction never stopped a toddler. She charged with a ferocious giggle and tugged the blanket off the couch. All the better for me to use as a net. I twisted the kid inside the knitting, nearly breaking a lamp as I rolled off the sofa. I returned to the kitchen for a chance to sweep Cassi into my arms.

  Denied by Tabby. The baby whimpered and reached for me. I kissed her cheek instead.

  She liked that. “Unc Hunk!”

  Cassi patted her bottom. “You little rat.”

  “Uncle Hunk, huh?” I grinned. “What’s Cassi been saying about me, Tabby? You think she likes me?”

  Tabby nodded as I nodded.

  “You think she really likes me?”

  Tabby’s smile grew.

  “Do you like her?”

  Didn’t even need to mime it. Tabby’s slobbery grin spoke for us all.

  “Do you like her more than your favorite and only uncle?” I asked.

  “Yep,” she babbled.

  Cassi grinned. “Oh, the betrayal!
Good girl, Tabby!”

  A furious scream echoed through the kitchen. When left unattended, Mellie tended to cultivate glasses of water. She cackled and pitched the water at me. Unfortunately, the glass flew too.

  “Got you!”

  The cup shattered against the floor. Water spilled everywhere. The baby wailed in fright.

  And I was soaking wet.

  I reflexively shouted. “God damn it!”

  The words echoed off the walls. Mellie, eyes wide and face pale, crumbled to the floor in terror. Tabby cowered against Cassi.

  Fuck me. I’d scared them.

  “Sorry.” I gentled my voice. Didn’t help. The irritation still hardened the words. “Are you okay?”

  Cassi’s gentle scold was a lot more suitable for a kid than my idiotic roar. She knelt to face Mellie and shook her head.

  “Oh, Mellie, that wasn’t nice at all.”

  Mellie’s eyes glistened with tears. She tried to bolt, but Cassi took her hand. Only made me feel worse.

  Great. The kid wanted to hide from her damned uncle.

  Her words hiccupped as she sobbed. “S—s—sorry.”

  “It’s okay,” I said. “I just…I lost my temper. It’s okay.”

  Mellie wasn’t convinced. She nibbled her fingers, face red with tears.

  So how many doll babies did I have to buy to make up for this mistake? I’d already plumped her up with chocolate when I accidentally stepped on her foot a week ago. Before that, I had to score her a three-foot teddy bear when her tantrum got me so pissed off that I slammed the bathroom door and broke the hinge.

  The stories were all true—kids were expensive. Especially when a man had a bad temper and limited patience.

  “Go sit down.” Cassi sent her to the couch. “There’s glass in here. It’s dangerous.”

  “Same for you.” I handed Tabby to Cassi before the kid waddled over the glass. “I’ll clean up. Just gotta get a towel.”

  The laundry room had become a secondary wardrobe for the kids. Piles of socks and shirts, panties and leggings. None of them clean, of course. Like an idiot, I’d told Cassi I’d handle the chores. Figured little clothes would make for a little load of laundry. Lesson fucking learned.

  A knock rattled the cabin. I dropped the towel.