by Jan Springer
There were secrets between them. Secrets she needed to explain.
In the end, she growled her frustration, grabbed her pails and headed to the nearby stream.
Chapter Five
Luke chuckled and leaned back against the pillows, trying hard to ignore the twist of pain lancing through his shoulder.
He enjoyed teasing Callie. Enjoyed getting her all hot and bothered as they rediscovered themselves after the years of being apart.
And tonight he meant to do a whole hell of a lot more exploring.
A scorching fire built inside him at that idea, a fire that could be extinguished only in one way.
Making love to Callie.
* * * * *
As it turned out, they couldn’t go for a swim that night for it began to drizzle in the early evening.
An easy truce had been formed between them when Callie had returned with the buckets of water. For the rest of the day they played cards, laughed carefree and forgot all about their troubles.
By late evening, Luke’s eyelids were drooping with sleep and Callie silently cursed herself for taking advantage of him. She should have made him take a few naps during the day, but she’d enjoyed his easygoing company so much. He hadn’t so much as mentioned the years they’d lost between them and hadn’t asked any more questions about her stay at the government labs or the fact she was a hunted woman.
Nighttime quickly draped over their tiny cabin and with it came a thunderstorm that had Callie shaking on the couch with every thunderous crash.
He must have seen her shivering in the candle glow because suddenly he called out from the bed, “You still afraid of storms?”
“No,” she lied and flipped through an old romance she’d found on the bookshelf.
“Come hop into bed with me. I’ll protect you from the storm.”
Yeah, but who will protect me from you? she wanted to call back.
Another ear-splitting crash had her scrambling from the couch and diving into bed with him so fast, she hadn’t even realized she’d done it until his warm, hard body curled along her entire backside.
Lust shot through her like a beautiful blade as he covered the sheet over both of them and the impressive length of his thick cock pressed between her panty-covered ass cheeks.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes,” her voice sounded so sultry. Too sultry.
He chuckled against the back of her head.
“What’s so funny?”
“The lab hasn’t changed you much. You’re still the same woman I fell in love with, baby.”
His endearment had her heart picking up a mad pace.
She sighed as his fingers sifted through her short hair and his warm breath whispered along the nape of her neck igniting a torturous burn deep inside her pussy.
Oh, boy, she was so ready for his cock to sink into her, it wasn’t even funny.
“Try to sleep, Callie.”
Her eyes popped open.
Sleep? Was he serious?
How could she sleep with him lying beside her?
She didn’t want to sleep. She wanted action.
Thunder crackled ominously overhead making the bed shiver beneath them. She burrowed deeper against him.
Darnit! Not that kind of action!
He groaned softly into her ear. His hips shifted slightly and his cock lodged harder along the crack of her ass cheeks.
Oh, my! Now we’re talking.
Suddenly the storm outside didn’t seem so bad anymore. Not with Luke here with her.
“Luke?”
“Mmmm?”
“Make love to me.” It came out as a primitive whisper she herself barely heard. But he must have heard it. Surely, he must have.
She waited for a response, half expecting a hand to slide over her breast. But nothing happened.
“Luke? Did…did you hear me?”
A soft snore came back as her answer.
Oh, crud! He’d fallen asleep.
“Son of a bitch,” she whispered, and whimpered her frustration into the pillow.
“What’s the matter?” he chuckled. “You think I didn’t hear you?”
Oh, my gosh!
He wasn’t asleep after all.
“Luke. I…” She wanted to tell him she’d understand if he was too weak but he cut her off.
“Shh. I was giving you an out. A moment to see if you wanted to change your mind.”
Change her mind? Was he serious? A flicker of anger zipped through her.
“I don’t want an out. I want you to fuck me.”
Silence followed for what seemed like endless moments.
Had she gone too far? Had she misread all the signals? Was she being too bold? Maybe he wasn’t ready? Maybe he was the one who wanted an out.
Gosh, she was an idiot.
“I wanted to wait a little longer, ‘til I could use my arm.”
“I don’t need your arm, I need your cock.”
“That’s all I am to you? A cock?”
By the way his chest heaved against her back she knew he was laughing at her.
Oh!
This was not how she imagined he’d be with her. She’d expected something more forceful. Like him throwing her onto the bed, and taking her hard and fast.
She sighed her annoyance, and cursed the thunder crackling overhead.
“Oh, go away!”
“I hope you don’t mean that,” he whispered, his breath oh so hot against her neck.
“Not you! The storm! Oh, this is going all wrong.”
And this was so embarrassing!
She made a move to get up, but his hand snapped around her elbow holding her hostage in the bed.
“You going somewhere?” She shivered as his warm lips whispered over the nape of her neck.
“You want something from me. So take it.”
Her eyes widened at his words.
It had never occurred to her to be the one to make the first move with their first time together.
She’d always imagined that since she was a virgin he’d want her to be…submissive?
Silly girl! She chastised herself for being so stupid.
She was a woman. She had needs. Sexual needs and she wanted to get fucked by the man she loved.
Now!
A surge of power zipped through her.
He was injured. At her mercy.
She could do with him what she wanted…well, up to a certain extent. She didn’t want to reopen his bullet wounds.
“Callie?”
Oh, this was going to be so much fun.
Turning herself over, she came face-to-face with Luke.
The ever-present shadow of bristle on his face made him look even sexier than usual. The candle glow was reflected in his dark, lusty gaze, sending a primitive excitement through her.
He was hers.
All hers.
That thought made her bolder than usual.
The tips of his hot fingers whispered teasingly along the edge of her mouth sparking an ache to be kissed. “I’ve been waiting for my shoulder to get better so I could make love to you the way a woman I love should be made love to. I’ve been selfish. I hadn’t even considered your needs.”
Oh, boy. Did she have needs!
His fingers trailed down the length of her neck, over her shoulder and down her side, brushing the side curve of her breast leaving a blazing trail of desire.
“When you masturbated down in the pond, I knew you needed a proper fucking but I ignored the warning signs.”
She inhaled sharply as his hand slid over her waist and dived beneath her panties.
Hunger, deep and raw rushed through her veins. All kinds of emotions were swirling around inside her. From “let’s forgo the foreplay and let me fuck you now” to, “oh no, let’s go slow and make this pleasure last forever”.
She reached out and slid her hands around his hot neck. Fierce heat greeted her fingers as she tunneled her fingertips through his velvety hair, cupping the back of his head. His
sexy masculine scent seeped into her lungs. Erotic heat shimmered through her. Her breasts swelled against the trappings of her T-shirt while her pussy grew hot and damp as his hand nudged at the apex of her closed legs.
“Spread your legs a little.”
She did as he instructed, hoisting a leg upward over his muscular thigh, creating perfect access for him. He slid his hand between her legs and groaned against her neck, “Man, you’re soaked down here.”
She cried out when his hard thumb flayed erotically on her vulnerable clitoris and his mouth descended upon hers, cutting her off.
Eagerly she kissed him back, re-igniting the fire that had blazed between them since the first night he’d come here. Since that wedding kiss.
Only this time there would be no stopping from going all the way.
Come hell or high water, tonight would be her first time with him.
His velvety tongue slammed into her mouth, making her head spin wonderfully, and making her moan at the erotic invasion.
Gosh, the man sure knew how to kiss.
Her body hummed with arousal from head to toe.
He ripped his mouth away and whispered hoarsely, “Take off your top, Callie.”
Oh, yes! Now we’re really talking!
Uncurling her arms, she quickly struggled out of the garment and whipped it away. She made a grab to pull down her underwear but he stopped her.
“Not yet. Your panties are keeping my hand nicely in place.”
As if to prove his point, he slid a finger inside her drenched channel.
The storm roared outside.
And inside her pussy.
Rain pelted the tin roof of the cabin. Lightning flickered between the wooden slats on the windows. Thunder shook the bed.
To her surprise, she wasn’t afraid anymore.
How could she be? With a strong man lying beside her, his hand doing wonderful things to her pussy, his wet mouth kissing its way toward her now exposed breasts.
Her nipples hardened into glass pebbles. Pleasure flared deep inside her and spread outward.
His breath was hot against her right nipple.
When he popped it between his lips, she arched closer to him, pressing her breast into his face.
Her breath came in sharp gasps.
Perspiration blossomed over her exposed flesh.
Oh, yes! This closeness is exactly what she’d missed over the years.
She cried out as he gently bit her nipple.
His thumb massaged her drenched pussy, sliding sensuously over her pulsing clit and long masculine fingers slid in and out of her slippery vagina rushing her toward a climax.
She trembled with need.
Needed to have his cock inside her.
“Luke!” she groaned as he speared a third finger into her tiny hole and a scorching fire raced through her veins.
With his three fingers impaling her, her vagina felt so stuffed.
How would she ever take Luke’s cock inside her?
Her doubts vanished momentarily as his mouth let her nipple go with a pop. She moved her upper body a little to allow him access to her other breast. He latched onto it like a starving man.
His tongue poked and jabbed at her sensitive nipple and she moaned her pleasure.
He tasted her. Sucked her. Bit her until her breast swelled and she thought it would burst.
Breathing in ragged bursts, she loved the hard length of his cock outlined along her thigh.
He was so hard. So hot. So ready.
Reaching down, she grabbed him by the hair and tugged him away from her breast.
“I have to have you now,” she hissed. “On your back!”
To her irritation, he chuckled.
He didn’t move fast enough, so she yanked his hand from between her legs.
Desperate for release she slipped off her soaked panties, scrambled onto her knees and ripped the sheets from him.
“Oh, sweet mercy,” she cried out as she spied his rock-solid cock pulsing at full mast.
Perfectly huge.
Perfectly engorged.
But was he perfectly too big for her?
She’d find out soon enough.
His eyes danced with lusty amusement as she lifted herself over him, her legs positioning themselves on each side of his torso.
She grabbed onto the base of his cock with both hands making sure the aim was good.
“You look so beautiful,” his voice was raw and so sexy it made her tremble with need.
She came down upon his solid length slowly, allowing his mushroom-shaped head to nudge at her tiny pussy opening. He groaned as she slid his cockhead into her vagina about an inch and then lifted herself slightly so his rigid flesh broke free of her, then swiveled her hips in order to feel his penis slide sensuously against her clitoris.
She did that several times until the aching fire in her pussy burned so torturously hot she swore she would climax right on the spot.
Luke cursed beneath her.
“I’m going to explode soon, Callie,” he warned.
“So am I,” she said between gritted teeth.
He reached up and palmed her breasts.
“Come for me, Callie. Come for me, now.” His fingers slid over her hard nipples in a seductive massage and the line of need snowballed deep inside her pussy.
He was weakening her resolve to take her time pleasuring herself. “You bastard!” she cried out.
“Make love to me, sweetheart. Make love to me.”
His hot gaze seared straight to her very soul encouraging Callie to sink her hips. She gasped and whimpered as his thick erection split into her vagina, spreading her vaginal muscles wider than they’d ever been spread before.
His hands tightened erotically over her breasts making her lower her body faster.
His cock penetrated her like a long, thick piece of velvet-encased molten steel. Impaling her so fully—so wonderfully—she couldn’t stop the tremors of arousal from taking hold of her.
When his cock was fully inserted inside her, she ground her hips into his pelvis, loving the way his shaft pulsed and enjoying the agonizing sensations ripping through her.
He twisted and groaned beneath her.
Lifting herself, she allowed his shaft to almost withdraw from her soaked pussy then impaled herself on him.
His fingers plucked at her breasts dragging harsh breaths of arousal from her lungs.
Her thighs tightened. She went tense.Then she exploded, the orgasm splintering through her like the lightning bolts outside.
Her mind shattered.
She ground herself harder on his thick cock. Riding the agonizing waves of ecstasy. Focusing on the shards of sensations pummeling her.
Beneath her, Luke growled his own pleasure.
She gave him no mercy, and rode him so hard and so fast that he cried out.
Whether it was from pain or pleasure, she didn’t care anymore.
She wanted this pleasure to last forever and instinctively knew a wild, carnal side of her had been unleashed forever.
Now that she’d had the brand of Luke Outlaw’s engorged penis deep inside her pussy she knew she would never let him go.
* * * * *
Late the next morning the clouds hung low over the valley as Callie sat on the cliffs overlooking their tiny log cabin, her pussy aching and sore from last night’s sex.
Five years she’d waited for last night.
Five long years she’d craved for something that should have happened on their wedding night like they’d planned.
Guilt assailed her at having their original plans ruined, but at least she was now sexually branded by the man she loved.
Yet, there were still secrets that she needed to confess.
Secrets she had to tell him before this went any further. She had to give him the opportunity to learn the truth so he could walk away. Before it was too late.
For her though, it was already too late. She realized that now. Had realized it deep down insid
e her heart the minute she’d seen his shadowy silhouette in the cabin doorway the first night he’d arrived injured.
She bit her bottom lip and nodded.
The time had come for her to tell Luke her secrets.
* * * * *
You may kiss the bride.
Those words echoed in Luke’s ears so clearly that his eyes popped wide open and he immediately reached for the chain necklace he’d seen on the nearby night table.
Shit!
The tags were there but the rings were gone.
Why hadn’t he detected it before?
Luke grinned and ran a hand over his bristly face.
He hadn’t noticed because he’d been too busy getting reacquainted with Callie.
At the thought of her, his cock roared to life.
Hardening. Pulsing. Readying itself to make love to her once more.
Man! Last night had been awesome.
The frantic way she’d rode him. Her wild cries as she’d climaxed over and over. She hadn’t been able to get enough of fucking him. He hadn’t been able to get enough of getting fucked by her.
By the way his cock was swelling and his balls were so rigid it was beginning to hurt, he couldn’t wait to find her and start fucking her.
Screw his bum shoulder. He’d put up with the pain.
He whipped aside the sheet and got out of bed.
A quick glance around the room for his clothes made him frown. Where the hell were his clothes?
Those were the only clothes he had here, having removed the rest years ago when he’d cleaned out the place before heading off to the Wars.
If he was lucky, he might have at least a pair of old underwear stashed in one of the drawers.
Opening the top drawer, he smiled when he saw a few pairs of Callie’s skimpy underwear.
Before the government had abducted her, she’d moved some of her clothes into the cabin. He hadn’t had the heart to get rid of them. Instead, he’d taken his stuff and simply boarded up the windows and walked away.
He was about to shut the drawer when a golden glitter peeking out from beneath one of her panties caught his eye. Lifting it, he gasped with surprise.
The wedding rings were nestled in her panties.
You may kiss the bride.
Those words echoed in his ears.
Weird.
Turning, he spied two pails sitting in the middle of the room.
A drop came down and splashed noisily into the bucket.