"How was work?" she asked, helping herself to a second cut of meat already.
"Busy today. So many dogs pooping stuff out." I scrunched up my nose. "Couldn't send you any naked selfies." She laughed at that. "How about your day?"
"A rush. Fugitive warrants are a bit different. We tracked him down, but tomorrow I have to turn in some paperwork."
"I still want to come with you to work some day," I said, smiling around my bite of cauliflower.
"When I have a simple warrant, I'll take you." She paused to chew a mouthful. "This is so good, Willa. No one has ever cooked for me before like this—I mean, I've never come home to a meal as an adult."
"Never?" My brow furrowed at the notion. Thinking back, a few of my earlier exes cooked meals, but Kari never did, and anything in between wasn't worth cooking over.
"Nope. You're my first," she said, then took a bite of salad. "Thank you for doing it."
"I'll do it more often then."
"No complaints." She paused to sip her tea. "Did you see what I've done in the bedroom?"
"I have. It looks great."
"It's almost done. I finished Dad's room...did you notice?" She tucked her hair behind her ear when she asked.
"I haven't. What'd you do?"
"Go look." She nodded toward the living room.
"Okay…" I rose from my chair, stealing a kiss as I scurried from the swat she tossed at me.
I crossed the living room in a few quick strides and pushed opened the door to Mr. Stocker's bedroom. To my surprise, everything in it vanished save for the thick, solid metal gun safe bolted to the floor. In place of a bedroom, it had the beginnings of an office or library. New desk, cozy chairs, and shelves. The whole room smelled of cedar, and the freshly waxed wood floor completed the effect. The window overlooked the swimming pool and backyard. Without the bedding, it seemed so much bigger.
"I figured wall to ceiling bookshelves and it will look like a library." Dax's voice from behind made me jump.
"Wow, Dax. When did you do all of this?"
"A little each night when I couldn't sleep. Esteban helped me throw everything out and clear out the closets." She stepped inside the room, turning in a slow circle. "I've always wanted a library…"
"Me too. Now you'll have one." I followed her into the room, my socks sliding on the slippery floor. "The dark wood shelves and the floor make it look amazing."
"I know. I never realized how nice this room was. Even though Dad called it his room, he didn't use it much. He loved his recliner chair or the sofa," she said, then turned to sit on the new desk, crossing her feet at the ankles while she smiled at me. "You're nerding out."
"I am," I admitted, laughing as I ran my fingers over an empty shelf. "You could fill these shelves up so fast. I know just what I'm going to get you for this room."
"What?" She grinned now, holding her hands to me. "C'mere."
"An antique globe. Wooden stand and everything." I took her hands and she pulled me to stand between her knees. "What do you think?"
"I think I love it." She leaned in to claim my mouth, one hand on my cheek as our kiss turned from playful to hungry in a single beat. I ran my fingers through her hair, grabbing fistfuls the moment her hands slid up my shirt to fondle my breasts. My gasp broke our connection when she rolled my nipples between her fingers. "All those topless selfies make me ache for your tits."
I laughed and pulled my shirt clear off my head. "Just my tits?"
"Let's start there." She bent down, cupping my breasts then burying her face between them.
The burn of lusty desire raced down my middle to settle between my legs. My clit burst to life as I moaned softly, my hands in her hair while she licked and nipped my breasts.
"I want you to go sit on the sofa," she said, urging my pants down my hips, her fingers brushing across my rear. "With your thighs held wide, and think about me licking every inch of you while I go shower." Dax's affinity for showering before sex no matter the circumstance became clearer to me each day. In a way, it was as if she didn't want to contaminate me with whatever negativity she brought home from work. Or something else.
"Dax." My breath hitched in my throat, chopping up my voice. "Shower later."
She laughed, sucking my nipples firmly, one after the other. "Nope." She popped me on the rear. "Go do it."
"Bossy." I nudged her chin up so that I could kiss her again. "What do I get if I listen to you?"
"Baby, you know what you get." She flicked her tongue over my lips and I nearly melted in front of her. I squeezed my thighs together and she grinned. "A hot, wet pussy."
I shuddered, my teeth chattering when she pulled me into a hug as she slid from the desk. With both of her arms around me, she held me to her, walking me backward while I unbuckled her jeans.
"Tease. Next time you're sending me topless selfies," I said, stopping short when the back of my legs hit the sofa. She lowered me down, her lips against mine, then shoved my knees apart rather roughly. I gasped as a quiver rocked my core. Sometimes I really loved when she forced me about.
"I could be persuaded to do that." She smiled, wagging her brows at me. "When was the last time you got yourself off?"
"Dax." I laughed as I gave her pants a rough yank. "Why?"
"Because I can keep the cameras on and you can rub one off on the sofa for me to watch later."
"Oh my God. Do you go back and watch our sex tapes?" I squeaked, then pretended to strangle her, albeit with extreme care. It made her laugh as she stroked her hands up and down my thighs.
"I've been turning them off when we're together."
"Good." I kissed her again, giving her hair a tug. "Last night," I answered her original question.
"Oh yeah?" She smiled as if she didn't expect me to answer. "Why last night?"
"Because my sister interrupted our plans to play with the toys you bought, then you got called to work, and after seeing you nearly naked in the pool all day, I was horny," I said in one quick breath.
Dax ran the knuckle of her index finger up and down my saturated slit. "Are you horny now?"
"Yes." I sucked in my breath, shuddering when she circled my clit.
"Stay horny." She nipped my lip. "I'll be right back."
"Okay." I nearly whimpered, though part of me wondered what she was up to. "Can't I shower with you?"
"Nope." Her grin met her eyes, confirming my suspicion. "Stay here. Rub your clit but don't come."
"Dax! My God." I laughed as she shoved my hand between my legs. She stood up, her arms folded over her stomach while she cocked a brow at me. "Okay." I leaned back on the sofa, and flicked myself for her to see. Feeling my own slipperiness had me biting my lip.
"Good, Sexy Cowgirl." She licked her lips as she backed away down the hall, her eyes on me the whole time.
When she disappeared from sight, I dropped my head back on the sofa, breathing heavily as I attempted to keep a cap on my excitement. Every nerve in my body fired in snapping bursts and, as Dax instructed, I continued to toy with myself while I thought of her in the shower. Last night, I got off to the idea of her mouth between my thighs. Just the thought of it had me writhing against myself, and indulging in the fantasy of my fetish, so to speak.
I paused a few times, my eyes on the hall, though with each rise toward release, I stopped in attempt to do as she told me. My eyes fell shut, and I ached to urge myself further.
I wasn't sure how long I rode the up and down of enjoyment without allowing myself to get off, but it was long enough for Dax to return, and her soaking wet hair against my thighs was what made me open my eyes.
"Hi." My greeting came out husky as I bit my lip. She had a towel around her waist, but her breasts in front of me, with hardened nipples and droplets of water trickling down them drove me wild.
"You're about to come," she said, her eyes on the hand that rubbed my clit.
"I am." I nodded, my free hand falling on her chest as I ached to touch her. "Dax."
"I'm tor
n between taking over and letting you finish yourself." She gripped my knee, her fingers digging in. "Do it," she said, a quake in her voice. "Let me watch."
"Shit, Dax." I shivered, and broke my slow pace for the one I knew would push me over the edge. I rubbed my clit side to side, quick and sharp the same way I had last night. I'd never put on a show for anyone in my entire life but for her, I couldn't help the ache in my pussy or the desire to please her.
"God, baby, look at you." She raked her teeth over my bent knee. "Come, Willa. Show me how you make yourself shout."
I cried out as if on cue, and bucked a few times against my own hand. I tore at the pillows under me, and urged myself to a strong, deep orgasm with Dax as my witness. Moans left me, uninhibited despite the situation, as I came hard, feeling the burst of wetness that compounded my already saturated core.
Dax leaned in without warning, and nudged my hand away so that she could flick her tongue over me. I cried out, my hands in her hair, and I exploded a second time before she managed to do much more. She leaned back, laughing softly while swiping her tongue over her bottom lip.
"Willa, I love you and how easily I can make you—"
"Dax." I laughed, breathlessly while attempting to cover her mouth. "Don't say it."
I squeaked when she grabbed me into a rough hug, sweeping me into her arms to lay me down on the sofa. She climbed on top of me and I wrapped my legs around her middle, the towel falling from her waist. I bounced when I hit the pillows and Dax caught me in a heated kiss. Her playfulness soared and our lovemaking turned from lusty to silly in a heartbeat. Every time I made to reach between her legs, she stopped me until I whined at her.
"Why?"
"Because." She cracked up, her face red with her hysterics. "I want to try something."
"What's so funny?" I couldn't help but join her giggle fit while she wrestled the towel from between us. Only then did I notice that she wore the harness and strap-on we'd purchased a few days ago. "Oh my God." And now I laughed for the same reason.
"Want to try?" She grinned, grabbing the dildo like it was a penis attached to her.
"Me! You like the dick. I like the fingers." My whole body shook with the depth of my laughter.
"You'll like my dick." She grinned as she rolled the tip of it against my clit. "Probably not as much as my tongue though."
"Your dick is neon pink," I said, sucking in my breath as she coaxed my enjoyment. "Be careful with that thing."
"I plan to." Her face, bright and giddy with our frivolity, brought to life the long-sleeping personality of my love. Reddened cheeks heightened her freckles, and hooded her eyes with joy. She reached between us, gripping the base of the strap-on before poking it against my entrance.
"Wait—wait." I tensed, though continued to laugh. "I've—I haven't, I mean. I—once." My stammering brought on a round of tension as I squeezed her with my knees.
"I know, baby." Dax chuckled, kissing me gently and softening the mood with it. I nodded, my breath catching in my throat after ending the kiss. She ran her thumb over my lips, a soft smile playing on hers. "Safe with me…"
"Safe with you," I repeated, nodding as I laced my fingers behind her neck. "I want to try this with you."
"Gently," she whispered, brushing her lips over mine.
"Yes." I tangled my fingers in her hair, my hips lifting as she slowly pressed into me. The pressure and burn mingled with fringes of pleasure.
"Don't clench me." She smiled against my lips and I laughed. "That okay?"
I nodded, biting my bottom lip as I welcomed her more readily after her instruction. When she buried herself inside me, I lifted my legs, wrapping them around her waist. "Better like that."
"Good, baby." Her lips pressed against mine, one hand on my hip as she rolled with me. The image of her taut body moving against me was enough to stoke my enjoyment. While the strap-on wasn't my favorite thing, being with Dax this way, connecting with her, touching and holding, kissing and loving on her made it all worthwhile. She moved in me with ease, easier than the last time I was in this position. I rocked with her, finding confidence in the movements after some time.
"Faster," I breathed against her ear, my hold on her tightening.
"You sure?" She sucked in her breath when I palmed her breasts. "Baby."
"Yes." I claimed her mouth, holding her to me as her hips bucked against mine.
She ended the kiss with a sharp inhale, tossing her head back as a shudder raced up her body. Her fingers dug into the pillows beside me and she let out a soft moan.
I stroked her cheeks, grinning like a fiend. "Did you just get off?"
"Yes," she muttered, laughing through it. "Your fault."
"You busted a nut like a virginal school boy." I cracked up, then squealed when she pretended to bite me all over.
Our silly, playful sex games continued well into the night. We'd never spent time like that before, exploring each other's bodies, enjoying them just the same. Dax's spontaneous, unrepressed desires manifested in ways they hadn't before, and by the time I found myself strapped into a leather harness above her, she was ready to receive me.
"I know you like this"—I pointed at the pink phallus dangling from my pelvis—"just as much as you like my lips on you." I kissed the space between her breasts. "And my fingers in you." She squirmed, her pupils vast with her arousal. "I know you like when I make love to you, when we make love to each other. Right now, tell me what you want, baby. Because I have no idea what to do with my new shiny member."
"Willa." She laughed out my name, urging me up to brush her lips against mine. She bit her bottom lip, her eyes twinkling with delight. It took her a moment and a breath or two to find her confidence. "I have an idea…"
"Tell me." I traced my finger over her bottom lip, smiling the entire time. "I know how to love you. Tell me how to fuck you, too."
Dax shifted under me, both of us rolling to our knees. She grabbed my hand while turning away from me so that her back was to me. I hugged her from behind, and she reached back, her palm on my hip.
"Like this?" I whispered against her ear and she shuddered, nodding as I gripped the dong, and poked it against her soaked core. "No wonder your boyfriends loved your ass. It's perfect."
She laughed, hugging my arm as she hunched over the back of the sofa. I planted my heel beside her, and found my stride with her guidance.
There was no hesitation, no fear, and no infestation of past pain. Dax's cries and lust for her own needs impassioned our connection, and for the first time, I felt that I'd met all of her needs. Not just emotional and sensual, but sexual and fun as well. We belonged to each other, fully and completely, and the way she quaked in my arms afterward, brought forth a vow that I would always take her how she wanted, the way she'd done to me.
Chapter Eighteen
"Baby," Dax's soft voice crooned, breaking me from sleep. In the dim morning light of her bedroom, she stood beside the bed, half dressed with her shirt in her hand. "Will."
"Hmm? What's wrong?" I sat up, urging the sleep from my eyes.
"I have to go in to work early. They called." She sat beside me, brushing my hair from my face. "I'm sorry."
"What time is it?" I croaked, flopping back on the pillows as I attempted to orient myself.
"About five." Her hand caressed my bare stomach, settling my worry over being awoken. I gave her thigh a squeeze, then ran my nails over the fabric of her jeans. "You're so cute when you're sleepy."
I chuckled, stretching before meeting her gaze. "I was out cold."
"You were. So was I until my phone vibrated off the table and hit the floor. Luckily, I left my gun in the bathroom or it would've been a gunshot sound that woke you," she teased and it earned her a swat.
"Why do we have to have adult responsibilities?" I huffed and it made her laugh softly. "I love you."
"I love you back." She leaned down to kiss me. "I should be home tonight and will be off the rest of the week."
"Hooray."
I pumped my fist in the air and she snatched it, kissing my knuckles. "Go to work. Be safe." I sat up to kiss her, holding her in it longer than usual.
"I will." She stroked my cheek once then stood, pulling a white shirt on over her bra. "I hope you have less dog poops today."
I laughed hard at that, and bopped her with a pillow. "Best wish ever. I'm going to save it for horse poop day."
"Good plan." She swatted my hip before heading to the door. When she looked back, the smile on her face melted my insides. No one tossed an over the shoulder gaze like Dax.
I spent the first few hours of the morning straightening up the mess we made last night with dinner and dessert. After a shower and another change of clothes, I fed Rudy, then headed out for the day.
Esteban rode Carol around her paddock with the group of little goats running amok in the penned in area beside them. I waved to him when he tipped his hat. Mornings on Dax's farm gave way to the serenity that belonged to a simple, happy life. Dew drops on the grass twinkled in the rising sun, birds chirped in the trees, and a light breeze brought the fragrance of vegetation to my nose. More than anything, I wished Dax and I sat on her back deck, watching the sun rise over the lake while sipping our coffee.
That was a dream for a different morning.
I made it into work on time, not quite used to the ten minute commute in comparison to my ten second one of usual. Nellie greeted me, as always, with a chipper smile and a cup of coffee.
"Morning, Doc."
"Morning. How's everything here?" I smiled at one of the puppies that immediately sniffed my leg. I crouched down to pet her, and laughed softly at her nose licks. "Well, hello there."
"She likes you," said the owner. She rolled to her knees beside us, stroking the sides of the little Beagle.
"Well, that's good news." I grinned as I scuffed her head. "I'm Doctor Hart."
"Penny. Good to meet you." The woman smiled, her gaze meeting mine. "Her name is Sage." She nodded to the puppy.
"She shares a name with my sister." I grinned at the Beagle, watching as she wagged her tail while walking circles around us. "It was lovely to meet both of you. I'll see you both shortly," I said as I stood when the dog lost interest in me.
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