Aubrey looks out the window, seemingly lost . . . in the woods? In the past? In something, for sure. “At first, it was a big change for me. I traveled around, just sort of drifted for a while, trying to find peace. To find what I really wanted. But when I came here, it was like finally, everything was calm. I started to feel right at home.”
Trying to find what you really wanted? I thought I was what you wanted, I want to scream. It takes effort to shove down the anger and to not burst out and tell him the heartache he’d caused me. But what good would it do now? It’s been ten years. And until this trip, I was all but over Aubrey O’Day.
Aubrey, though, seems to notice my expression. “You’re mad at me.”
“Annoyed,” I partially lie, “for your being a damn fool about your foot.”
“No,” Aubrey says quietly, his voice a low rumble that has my belly filled with butterflies and my pulse starting to race, “No . . . you’re mad at more than that.”
I scoff, but it’s weak, unconvincing. “How would you know? You don’t know me. Not anymore.”
“Oh, I know you well,” Aubrey says. “But even if I didn’t, you’re practically thinking out loud. It’s written all over your face.”
I pale, wondering what’s slipped between my lips as I’ve been trying to find something to distract myself. I get up, gathering the mess of cotton balls and supplies from my earlier doctoring, but Aubrey reaches out and grabs my wrist. “Hey . . .”
Without thinking, I yank my hand away, needing the distance. But Aubrey hisses in pain, his eyes tightening, and I immediately feel sorry even though he grabbed me.
Shit, he jerked and tweaked his ribs when I pulled my hand away. “Aubrey, are you okay?”
“Fine,” he growls. “Probably deserved it.”
I sit and place my hand on his ribs again, not pressing hard but just feeling his warm skin. “How does that feel? Any pain?”
Aubrey winces slightly, but not much. I move my fingers gingerly, watching his face for signs of pain. “Not really. I think it’s lower,” he says, heat rising in my chest as I move my hand lower, just to the edge of his ribs, almost to his abdomen. I glance at my hand, noting with a hitch of breath that he has not a six-pack but an eight-pack. So unfair when I’m trying so hard to be good. God, why does he have to be so tempting?
“Here?”
The corners of his lips tilt up, so slight I wouldn’t have noticed if I wasn’t watching so closely, and his voice lowers to a commanding rasp. “Lower.”
In almost a trance, my heart racing and my pussy starting to ache, I move lower. “Here?”
“Not quite.”
I slide my hand lower, almost to his waistband, where I can see his happy trail begin. I watch, seeing the bulge in his jeans thicken, my cheeks red-hot as Aubrey growls. “Ana . . .”
I jerk my hand away, blushing fiercely. “Keep dreaming, asshole.” I stand once again, needing even more to get away before I do something stupid. His cock was right there, barely an inch from my hand, and my fingers tingled to touch him, stroke him.
Aubrey sighs, trying to sit up. He gets about halfway up before he flops back, groaning in pain. His fist punches into the couch cushion on his good side as he mutters, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“What happened?” I ask, my nurse instincts immediately taking over. “You may have a fracture . . .”
Aubrey grunts, shaking his head. “It’s not the ribs, just put too much weight on the ankle. Help me over to my bed?” The tension is gone, replaced with frustration on his part. I get the feeling he’s mad at being hurt, hates needing help. I think maybe he’s accustomed to being alone, not needing anything or anybody.
I nod, helping him up. I’m fully aware of how close his stripped and ripped upper body is as he leans on me, hopping on his left foot as we make our way to the bed. It’s awkward and time-consuming because he’s so much bigger than I am. “Three . . . two . . . one,” Aubrey says as we get closer.
“Okay, nice and easy,” I whisper, my hands holding him tighter as I move in front. I can’t help it. I feel the swell of his cock press against my belly as I look up at him, my hands on his back to steady him. “Now down in one . . . two . . .”
Aubrey sits down suddenly, pulling me with him so that I land on top of him in the middle of the bed, my legs splaying to feel him pressed against me. I look down at his prone form beneath me, pissed but also so turned on I just want to stay here for a while. He hisses in pain, and I try to shift off him.
He grabs my waist, holding me still. “Worth it,” he grunts.
“Don’t tell me you faked that. You bastard.”
Aubrey’s hands stay on my waist, just above my waistband as he smirks up at me. “Not quite. Hurts like a bitch. But you love it. You want me too.”
“Ugh,” I growl, pushing up, but that just presses me harder against his bulge, and I whimper. “You don’t know what I want—”
Aubrey interrupts me. “I saw you. In the shower.”
I freeze. No . . .God, no. I look in his eyes and see that he’s telling me the truth. I blush furiously, embarrassed that he saw me . . . like that, doing that. I’m well on my way to covering my embarrassment with righteous anger when he continues. “It was the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever seen.”
I bite my lip, the heat from the anger turning into lust as I imagine him watching me, what he thought, what he did. Needing that visual, I whisper, hoping that if I’m quiet enough, I won’t have to admit that I asked. “What did you do?”
Aubrey’s hands drift lower to rest on the top of my ass. I want to pull away. I know I should . . . but I can’t. Too much of me doesn’t want to.
“I jacked off for you too. Right there in the woods, leaning against a tree with my hard cock in my hand, watching you fuck your fingers, wishing you were taking my cock in that sweet little pussy.” His words are dirty, letting me picture him that way too. It’s something I’d like to see for real, if I’m honest, this wild, untamed beast pumping furiously as he watches me with an intense predatory gaze, knowing that it’s all because of me.
I feel like prey, even now as he stares up at me, but there’s a hint of control in knowing that he’s following me, wanting me.
“I think I’d have liked to see that too,” I reply, my voice catching as another tingle runs up from my pussy. God, I’m so wet. Why am I even fighting this at all?
“My balls are still aching from it. I haven’t come that hard in . . . forever.”
I look down, my voice a needy rasp. “Good.”
“Good?” Aubrey snarls, his hands dropping to cup my ass fully. He squeezes, and I can’t help it, I whimper. “Oh, Ana, that’s far from good. You know why?”
“Why?” I almost whisper, trying with all my might to not just start riding him right now.
“Because I promised myself I was going to give you just as big a load as you got out of my cock when I came all over myself watching you. All over your tits, your ass, in your pussy. Wherever you’ll let me.”
His words are like a punch to the gut, my breath taken away. It takes a moment for me to gather myself. “In your dreams,” I reply, but it’s a futile argument, and I know it as I look into his smoldering eyes. And in mine, too.
Aubrey seems to read my mind and pulls my hips down until I’m pressed against him, another helpless whimper rising in my throat. “In my dreams, I fuck you hard until you’re screaming my name,” he growls. “Deep, hard, and raw until you can’t take any more.”
Oh, God, Aubrey never used to talk to me like this. No one has ever talked to me like that. I love it. I don’t even want to protest. I’m so turned on my pussy is aching, desperate for him to make good on his promise, at least this time. His big cock filling me until he empties every last drop he’s got inside me? Yes, please. But I’m breathing so fast and my heart is pounding so hard I can’t even speak.
His hands squeeze my ass, hard enough to leave fingerprints, and then he moves deeper, between my legs. I cry out softl
y as he cups my pussy, his arm so long he can reach all the way around. “I want to fuck you, Ana. Right here, right now. I want you to come all over my cock ‘till you beg for mercy. What’s it gonna be?”
Even with how turned on I am, I’m unsure. My body is screaming yes, but a tiny niggle in my brain gives me pause. Can this just be physical? Can I do this without having closure on why he left? Am I setting myself up for a broken heart again?
He grinds his cock against me and my body wins the argument. Fuck it. Fuck him. And please . . . fuck me.
I lean down, and our lips meet in a fiery kiss.
Chapter 11
Aubrey
Ana’s eyes burn into my very soul. For years, I dreamed of this, the way Ana gave herself to me fully, the shock that crossed her face the first time our bodies joined. God, that image is burned into my brain as the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. But slowly, over the years, the dreams faded, almost as though it never happened. Now that I have her in my arms again, the memories of the past and the desire currently racing through me are building up to a firestorm. I’m not going to pass up this opportunity, even if there’s so much left to talk about.
Pulling her down, I crush her lips with mine, claiming her in a deep kiss that’s hard and rough, my need overtaking my control. Ana responds, her tongue meeting mine as she fights me with her lips and tongue, but her hands pull me tighter, her body grinding against mine.
“I think you’ve wanted this as much as me,” I growl into her ear, holding her hips against my cock as I thrust against her through our clothes.
Ana groans, her head thrown back and her hands clenching against my chest. “You might be right, but you’re hurt.”
“It’s fine. You said stay off my feet. I’m staying off my feet,” I tease as I reach for the hem of her T-shirt. It comes off easily with a single jerk, revealing a simple bra that strains against the swell of her breasts, her nipples already hard and poking through the thin cotton. “Mmm . . .”
“You—” Ana says, her words cut off as I pull her down to suck and nip at her neck. I let myself be guided by the way she moans and my own hunger, nibbling down her neck as I reach up, squeezing her right breast and sliding her bra down. Ana cries out softly, pushing her chest to meet my hungry mouth.
I find her nipple, just as perky and tightly brown as it was in the window, like a caramel sitting on top of her breast. I capture it, sucking hard as she moans, my hands sliding around her back to hold her to me as I feast on her. My cock is rock-hard and throbbing as I grind against her, her hips bucking against me as she seeks her climax.
“Oh, no, you don’t,” I growl, pulling back and grabbing the waistband of her pants. “You’re not coming until I let you.”
Ana whines in need as I tease her with the bulge in my jeans, keeping her trembling on the edge. “Goddammit, Aubrey—”
“Shut up and grab the headboard,” I command her, reaching up and unbuttoning her waistband. I pull, and she wiggles, helping both her soaked panties and pants slip down her legs and off, the pile of her clothes growing on the floor.
I pause, looking down at her sweet, glistening pussy hovering right over my hips. In my jeans, my cock jumps, trying to get closer to her. I growl, licking my lips. “Looks like you want to come.”
“Yes . . . fuck, please, Aubrey.” Her hips are bucking in the air above me, searching desperately for relief, tempting me to just plow into her and unleash every bit of my control.
But I hold the reins back for a little longer, wanting to tease both of us, needing this to last as long as possible because I know there’s going to be hell to pay. It’s up to me to make it worth it for her because I’d gladly pay whatever the price to own her body once again.
“Did you come in the shower too?” I ask softly, guiding her up my body to straddle my face. She settles above me, her hands on the headboard and her pussy hovering inches from my mouth. I inhale her sweetness, her scent so familiar but almost forgotten. “What did you think of when you touched yourself?”
“You . . . fucking me,” she admits, her blush deepening. “Fucking me relentlessly ‘till I came.”
“Good,” I rasp, my breath hot along her lips. “Now come for me.”
I lick her clit hard and fast, my hands keeping her thighs clamped tight to my face as I suck and nibble. Her juices are sweet and tangy, and I gulp her down thirstily, devouring every drop. I look up her body and see that her chest is quivering, and a split-second later, I can feel the first tremors of her climax sweep through her.
“Aubrey . . . fuck . . . yes!” she cries out, her honey coating my mouth as Ana comes. I suck harder, drawing it out and swallowing a mouthful of her wetness, loving the way she gives in and fucks my face wildly, searching for every bit of pleasure.
As the last shudders rack her body, I toss her off me, pinning her to the bed beneath me. A sharp pain shoots through my ankle at the sudden movement, but I’m far too gone in Ana’s eyes to care, and the pain subsides quickly as my lust takes over. I fumble with my jeans, shoving them down and pulling my cock out. I’m aching, and I’ve waited long enough. I thrust hard into her with one stroke, pausing halfway in as Ana gasps, her fingernails digging into my arms and her pussy clamping down at the intrusion. “Holy fuck!”
“Take it . . . all of me,” I growl in her ear before nibbling her earlobe. I’m not brutal, but I need to make her mine, own her body the way she’s always owned my heart. I pump in and out insistently, letting her adjust. She’s so tight, I’m amazed I even got half my thick cock into her with the first thrust, and as Ana whimpers, the soft sounds of pain turn to sounds of pleasure as I start to bottom out inside her. “That’s it, let me in, sweetheart. You’re so fucking tight . . . need you to cover me in your cream so I don’t hurt you.”
“Mmm. Fuck, this is better than I dreamed,” Ana says breathlessly. “Tell me I’m not dreaming.”
“You’re not dreaming, Sweet Ana,” I promise her as I pull back.
I keep my eyes locked on Ana’s face as I pound her, watching every expression that crosses through her features—the surprise, the desire, the pleasure. The steel frame of my bed creaks with every stroke, a musical accompaniment to our grunts and cries.
Ana squeezes me, her pussy clenching around me tighter than a fist. I reach up, grabbing the headboard, getting leverage over her body to give even more to the intense thrusts. She does the same, her hands flat against the headboard so that she can push away. The combination of her pushing and my pulling against the headboard lets our bodies meet in a punishing power, every slap of our hips vibrating through us in a forceful build toward climax.
We’re not tender. We haven’t earned that yet, and my control is far too shredded to be gentle right now. But still, Ana gives me all she has, her eyes wide as her body totally submits to my savage will.
“Aubrey . . . oh, fuck, I’m . . . oh, oh, oh!” Ana cries out, her pussy walls fluttering around me. Her moans and the “O” framed on her lips pushes me over the edge. I’m so overwhelmed that I don’t even think to pull out but instead drive my cock deeper, my back arching as I fill her all the way. The feeling of my hot seed filling her makes Ana gasp, and she comes again, bucking against me as her pussy milks my cock for every drop.
I stay deep inside her as my orgasm peaks and finally subsides before pulling out, a single final spurt coming out just as I emerge to ooze down her body. The visual of marking her, inside and out, releases a knot in my gut that I didn’t know was there. Seeing my cock glisten with her juices helps too, knowing that she’s marked me, on the outside just now, and on the inside, many years ago.
As my eyes trace back to Ana’s face, I’m not sure what I’ll find, which makes me nervous. Is she mad? Satisfied? Confused? Because I sure as fuck am. All those emotions, and a million more. We’ve been through so much, and so much time has passed, but that was epic. The best fuck I’ve ever had, by far. And I want more of it, more of her. I want all of her.
Ana lo
oks to be in shock though, still shaken to the core as she tries to speak, “Holy shit, I feel like I just exploded and got put back together with a bam . . .” She mimics the words with her hands, letting them burst outward before slamming her palms back together. The smile on her face is beautiful and makes me feel like a god. I did that, helped put that happiness on her face.
That puffed-up feeling lasts but a split second as her face contorts. I feel the cum leaking out of her pussy, dripping down my balls where they rest against her. I grind against her, keeping it there, smearing it along her skin like an animal marking its territory, and she gasps slightly. In this moment, I’m probably more a wild beast than a man, but she didn’t seem to mind a minute ago when I was riding her, slapping against her in earthshattering waves.
“What are you doing?” she squeals, wiggling beneath me but only succeeding in rubbing against me even more.
I want to admit that I’m marking her, but it’s too soon and I know it’ll send her running for the hills. I have no doubt she still thinks this is a quick fuck, one and done to get it out of her system. She hasn’t realized that this was just the first of many times I’m going to take her and that before long, she’ll be begging for it. For now, I have to keep it dirty, just light enough that she doesn’t spook. “Just enjoying the feel of your pussy so full of my cum you can’t hold it all.”
She tsks but subtly shifts against me so I know she liked that answer even if she won’t admit it. “Not that you asked, but I’m on birth control and I’m clean.”
I growl, knowing that I honestly didn’t even think about whether she was protected. I would’ve come in her even if she hadn’t been. I just wanted her and couldn’t stop. Although her needing to be on birth control for whatever fuckers she sees back home does make my gut tighten in jealousy. “I’m clean too.”
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