“And did you fall in love with her?” Autumn asked, her voice faltering.
“Not for a second. A few things might have happened while she was clean, but not much. It’s hard for me to think back to that time. I thought I was getting through to her, I thought I could trust her, but then she got her hands on my cellphone and the first thing she did was call her drug dealer. All she wanted was to get away from me.”
“She must have been crazy,” Autumn said.
“She was. Her dealer found us and took her away. I followed but by the time I caught up to them, they’d been in an accident. I went to the hospital and they told me there were no survivors. And that was when I knew I’d had enough. A part of me was glad to be rid of her.”
“But you thought the baby was dead too.”
“Yeah, that was the part that hurt.”
“I can imagine.”
“And then I got a call out of the blue six months later telling me the authorities were searching for me because Destiny had survived.”
“Wow.”
“Yup.”
Grady looked at her, so beautiful, so kind, so understanding.
“Is it okay with you that I have all that in my past?” he said.
A single tear fell down Autumn’s cheek as she nodded.
“I’d love you if you had the darkest, messiest past in all of human history,” she said.
Her words struck him somewhere deep in his heart, some place he’d never been touched before.
“I love you too, Autumn,” he said.
They looked into each other’s eyes, the dancing flame of the fire reflecting in them, and no words were necessary. After a few minutes, Grady broke the silence.
“So, tell me something about you. Since we’re making confessions.”
“Confessions?”
“You’ve got to have something,” he said.
Autumn laughed. She thought for a moment and said, “Actually, there is one thing I should confess to you.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, you remember back at the hotel?”
“Raven’s Nest?”
“Yeah, well there’s something you should know about your room. Room seven.”
“Oh no,” Grady said, shaking his head, half guessing what she was about to say.
“Yup. Mrs. Hildegard has a few tricks up her sleeve that you don’t know about.”
Grady laughed.
“There’s a hole in the ceiling. From the room in the attic next to mine you can look down and see everything.”
“Everything?”
“Everything,” Autumn said.
“And tell me, little Miss, how do you know about this secret spy hole?”
“Because naturally, being a red blooded woman with a healthy appetite and a natural curiosity, I looked through it with her.”
“Oh, you did?”
“Yes.”
“And what did you see?”
Autumn flashed him a wicked smile.
“Everything I wanted to see,” she said, laughing.
“Oh, you filthy little devil,” Grady said, leaping out of his chair.
Autumn leapt out of hers and made a run for the bedroom but Grady had her before she even got close to the door. He lifted her off her feet and pulled her back to her seat, letting her fall into his lap.
“I saw you jerking off, you dirty old man,” she squealed.
“I was thinking about you,” he said, tearing her out of her blankets.
He pulled off her clothes and opened his robe, freeing his erect cock. Autumn looked down at it.
“There he is,” she cried. “You won’t believe the thrill Mrs. Hildegard got from that little guy.”
“Little?” Grady said, shaking his head. “I’ll show you.”
With his strong arms he lifted her up above him and licked her pussy. Then he brought her down onto his erect cock, sliding her straight onto it, impaling her.
“Oh, Grady, that feels so good,” she said, sitting on his lap, his cock deep within her body.
They made love in the chair, Autumn panting and clinging to him while he rocked her back and forth on his lap. He lifted her up and then pulled her back down on his cock, over and over, and when they came, they screamed into each other’s mouths, kissing and crying out simultaneously.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Autumn
The more time that passed at the cabin, the more comfortable Autumn grew. She started to get used to having Grady around, his strong, masculine body lying next to her at night, keeping her warm. His laughter at her jokes over meals, and his compliments of her cooking. His whistling while he worked outside the window, cutting wood or setting things up so that she could have hot water and a hot bath. Getting the hot water set up had been his main priority for the past few days. It was a big job.
She also grew used to the feeling of safety she got from living with him. She’d never lived with a man before, never had the hulking presence of one around the house, and it was a novelty she enjoyed every second of.
Spending time with Destiny was a complete joy for her too. She was such a quiet, well behaved, sweet little thing and Autumn could spend hours puttering around the house, doing her chores, cooking the dinner, and keeping the house tidy with nothing but Destiny’s happy company.
The nights were heavenly. She felt as if she was on a honeymoon. Grady was insatiable and seemed to crave her body constantly. They’d sit together in front of the fire each evening, talking about their plans and how their day had gone, or making silly jokes and having fun, when suddenly he’d jump from his seat and lift her over his shoulder. A moment later she’d be lying on her back on their luxurious bed, her legs wrapped around him while he fucked her deeply and vigorously. He took her in every position imaginable and no matter how ravenous he was for her, she always wanted more.
She would never say no to him.
She often woke up in the middle of the night to him passionately kissing her mouth, or else he was down below the sheets, eating her pussy while she slept. She’d find herself dreaming she was having sex, and then she’d wake up and it was actually happening. It was like a metaphor for her life. She didn’t know if she was dreaming or awake, her life had become so happy.
She was washing her clothes in the river one day, the sun shining down on her, and despite the snow on the ground, she was working up a sweat.
“It’s warm today,” she said to Destiny who was playing on a blanket next to her.
She’d grown and was busily crawling around. She’d even started taking her first steps lately and it wouldn’t be long before she was running around the cabin, getting into all sorts of mischief.
The winter was finally giving way to spring and Autumn realized that the cabin was going to be even more beautiful in spring than it had been in winter.
She took off her sweater as she worked and looked into the crystal clear water. It was so clean and fresh. She knew it was ice cold, but the desire came over her to swim.
“What do you think, baby?” she said to Destiny as she began taking off her clothes.
With the sun on her skin, she still felt warm. She got completely naked and looked around at the patches of snow that were melting in the sunlight.
“Here I go,” she said and Destiny looked up and giggled.
Very slowly, Autumn lowered her naked body into the water. It was so cold it took her breath away, but she didn’t stop. The water crossed her ankles, her knees, her thighs, and when it touched her pussy she gasped. She’d never felt anything so refreshing, so painful and delightful at the same time. She kept lowering herself, letting the water cover her bare breasts, her nipples pink and erect as they touched the water.
Finally, she submerged her face.
For a single, eternal second, she was completely submerged in the clear, flowing water. Then she burst through the surface and climbed back up onto the bank, gasping.
She’d never felt so alive.
She blinked in
the sunlight and lay down on the blanket next to Destiny. In the distance she heard a howling. For the first time in a long time she thought back to the night she’d escaped from the Hildegards. The panic as she fled, the pain in her ankle, the fear as she ran into the darkness. The wolves.
How could she have known that such a night would lead to all this, to such happiness and safety?
To such love?
A shadow passed over her and she opened her eyes.
It was Grady.
“What?” she said defiantly.
He was staring down at her on the blanket, no doubt wondering what on earth she was doing stark naked while there was still snow on the ground.
“You’re crazy,” he said. “That water is cold enough to kill you.”
“I got tired of waiting for my hot bath,” she said.
Grady laughed. “Oh, you did, did you?”
Autumn nodded. She knew that look in his eye. He was going to pounce on her any second. She couldn’t wait.
He started taking off all his clothes, but to her surprise, he didn’t get down on top of her. Instead he leapt into the stream with a huge splash. Autumn sat up and watched. He was under the water for a second, and another. It felt like an eternity.
Then he crashed up through the surface and climbed back onto the bank as quickly as he could.
“Holy cow, that’s cold,” he said, adrenaline flowing through him.
“It feels good though, doesn’t it?” she said.
His body was pink from the cold, and his muscles were tense and firm, even more defined than usual if that was possible.
He stood up, dripping wet.
Destiny was watching the whole scene with a sense of great wonder.
Grady picked her up with one arm and picked up Autumn with the other. She felt as light as a child in his arm and even struggled as if he was taking her against her will.
When he threw her down on the bed she was giggling like a schoolgirl.
“You seem very pleased with yourself,” he said, putting Destiny in her crib where she had a few toys she liked playing with.
“I am,” Autumn said. “I know what’s coming next.”
“Oh do you?”
“Yes.”
“Well, I have a surprise for you, little Miss.”
“A surprise?”
Grady bent down to the bed and scooped her up in his arms. He carried her into the bathroom and there, to her complete amazement, was their beautiful, antique bathtub, full to the brim with hot, steaming water.
“You got it working!”
“Yes I did. Are you ready for your first hot bath in our home?”
“Am I ever,” Autumn said.
He brought her to the side of the bath and very slowly, excruciatingly slowly, he lowered her into the steaming water. Her skin, so recently chilled by the stream water, tingled as he lowered her, inch by inch, into the hot bath.
Then he climbed in with her. The tub had plenty of room for both of them.
They sat facing each other, steam rising up in tendrils that caught the sunlight from the window.
“Autumn Lane,” Grady said.
“Yes.”
“Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
Chapter Thirty-Six
Grady
That night, Grady wanted Autumn more than he’d ever wanted anything. He craved her.
He’d asked her to be his wife and she responded by bursting into tears of joy. He couldn’t believe it.
“Of course,” she cried. “Of course, my love.”
He lifted her out of the bath and lay her down on their bed. Destiny was already asleep and the fire had been burning gently all day. It gave off just enough heat and light to give the bedroom a warm, welcoming glow.
He looked down at his wife to be and felt his cock throb with desire as it grew to its full length.
“Fiancée,” he said, and got down on the bed in front of her.
He spread her legs and ran his tongue over her soft, smooth pussy. It was already getting wet for him and he wanted to enter, but he wanted to play with her first.
He flipped her over onto her belly and lay down on her back, putting his full weight on her. His cock lay between her ass cheeks and he stayed where he was, letting the heat of his body warm her.
He whispered in her ear, “I’m going to be a good husband to you, Autumn.”
“I know, Grady.”
“I’m going to take care of you for the rest of my life. I promise you that.”
She sighed in pleasure as his cock throbbed. It was ready for her.
He got up and ran his large hands down her back, gently massaging her neck and shoulders. As his hands got lower, she rose her ass slightly, and he massaged the small of her back. He cupped her ass cheeks in his hands and gave them a little squeeze.
“You’re the most beautiful thing God ever made,” he said. “You know that?”
“I know you think so,” she said.
“I do, because it’s true.”
He leaned down and ran his tongue along the crack of her ass. She shivered as it ran over her anus and she squirmed when it reached her pussy, which was wetter now, really ready for him.
He slid his tongue down her right thigh, over the back of her knee, all the way to her ankle and foot.
She turned over to look at him and he slid his tongue up her other leg, starting at the foot, running it along the inside of the thigh, over her pussy, over her navel, over her left nipple, her neck, and all the way to her lips.
Then he got up over her on his hands and knees, his cock hanging above her mouth.
She opened her mouth and he lowered the tip to her lips. She kissed it and ran her tongue around it, causing a tremble of anticipation to run through it.
Grady turned around, putting himself in a sixty-nine position above her, and leaned down and kissed her clit. It was glistening with wetness and he knew she wanted him badly.
She took the full length of his shaft into her mouth and the pleasure sent a fire through him. He let himself sink into her, his cock into her mouth as his face buried itself between her soft thighs. He stretched his tongue into her pussy, moving it inside her, stimulating her. She began to squirm and writhe and he sucked on her clit like it was the most delicious candy in the world.
She was soaking wet and he swallowed her juice, drinking it ravenously like a man dying of thirst. He ran his tongue over the soft, pink flesh and kissed her tenderly.
Outside, a wolf howled and it’s howl was met by another wolf.
He got up, pulling his shaft from Autumn’s delicious, warm mouth, and turned to face her.
“I heard one earlier,” she said to him.
He lifted her up to him, pressing her breasts against his chest, and kissed her.
“They’re celebrating with us,” he said.
She looked into his eyes and he saw the moonlight in them, coming in through the window.
“In a minute, come outside,” he said.
“What?”
He got up off the bed and made his way to the door.
“And bring the blanket,” he said.
He went outside and looked at the moon. The icy air was soothing against his skin. The moon was full and bright. His breath clouded in front of him. He worked quickly, gathering wood from the pile he’d cut and placing it in front of the cabin, close to where Autumn had jumped into the stream earlier.
He went inside and grabbed a burning log from the fire and used it to start a bonfire outside.
Autumn came outside when the fire was burning strong and laid the blanket out next to it.
“You ready to make this official?” Grady said, embracing her in his arms.
“Make our marriage official?”
“Yes, before God and before nature. We’re going to make love out here, and the wolves are going to know it.”
She looked into his eyes and grinned. “What are you talking about?”
“You’ll see,” he
said and lifted her up.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and as he stood there in front of the fire, he lowered her body down onto his rigid cock. He slid right inside her and he felt as if he was bigger than he’d ever been before. He filled her completely. It was a wonder his manhood could fit into a body as small as hers.
She clung to him, panting for breath as he began to slide in and out of her, fucking her where he stood.
As he continued to impale her, over and over, she grew more and more passionate, her mouth kissing his, kissing his neck, then biting his neck and ear.
When she bit hard he growled.
He pulled her tighter and as his climax drew nearer and nearer he pulled her on and off his cock more and more aggressively. At some point he fell to his knees, his cock reaching deeper into her than it ever had. He was stretching her out, fitting her body to his needs, and she cried out with pleasure and passion every time he thrust.
Each thrust seemed to go deeper into her than the one before.
She was sweating and he could see it glisten in the light of the fire. The moonlight also reflected on her skin, casting a blue glow over her.
“I fucking love the way you make me feel,” she panted.
“I fucking adore you with a passion that could destroy the world,” he growled in her ear, and thrust himself so far into her they both cried out and neither of them knew any longer if it was pain or pleasure.
His orgasm came like thunder crashing in the sky.
His cum poured into her forcefully, jets of semen that would have flown feet into the air had she not been there to catch them. They shot into her and every jet caused her to cry out.
He fell back on the blanket and she stayed on top of him, writhing and fucking, forcing every ounce of pleasure, every drop of cum, from him.
And as they came, as the orgasms washed through them like raging forest fires, all around them the wolves let out merciless howls into the night sky. It was thrilling and terrifying. There must have been hundreds of them out there, all howling as if they knew precisely the moment of climax.
When his orgasms finally ended, Grady gasped for breath, sucking the night air into his lungs as if starved for oxygen. The fire was raging, sending red embers high up into the sky toward the stars.
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