Rough Country (Tannen Boys 3)

I expect her to quote my words back to me. I’m ready for them.

Instead, she says something I don’t expect. Not yet, not from her.

As she comes, her pussy pulsing around my cock with each punishing stroke, she cries out, “I love you.”

My brain short circuits, my body flies off into paradise, and my heart grits out the truth. “I love you too. Willow—”

That’s all I have before I can’t speak, too lost in her body and my own pleasure. I come hard, pumping into her as my cock jolts again and again. I murmur and realize I’m sucking on her skin, likely leaving a hickey along the curve of her shoulder. I kiss it gently, apologizing, even though I’m not sorry in the slightest. I don’t regret what are likely the half-moon marks from her nails scoring my back, either. I’ll wear them as badges of honor, a sign of my woman’s passion.

Spent, we sag, trying to catch our breath.

When I can breathe again, I lift up and meet her eyes. Beneath the blissful pleasure, I can see worry blooming. I’m still inside her and she’s already nervous. About what?

It hits me.

I brush her bangs out of her eyes, slipping the hair behind her ears. Getting in close so she doesn’t misunderstand a thing, I tell her sternly, “I meant every word. You’re mine.” Her breath catches. Her lashes flutter. “And I love you.”

She laughs, and the pressure pushes me out of her. “Oh, my God, I love you too. This is crazy.”

Shrugging, I lie down beside her. “I’ve been called worse.”

She stares up at the ceiling, occasionally looking over to me as if checking to make sure I’m real or still here. I took care of the condom several minutes ago, so I’m not going anywhere unless it’s to the kitchen to get her some food. Past that, now that I have Willow here, I don’t plan on leaving this bed until we have to.

The sun peeks over the horizon, my sign to rise and shine. But with Willow here, I don’t want to. Not in the slightest.

She stirs and stretches, her eyes opening slowly.

“Hi,” she whispers.

“Hi,” I whisper back, though the quiet in the house tells me we’re still alone.

“Do you have to get up for work?” she asks around a yawn. For her, it’s basically the middle of the night. For me, it’s the usual time to start my day.

“Soon, but not yet.”

The truth is, I want her one more time to make sure last night wasn’t a dream. I need her fresh on my skin and my cock to be sure. I want to mark her the same way too.

I roll to my side, letting my hand trace over her shoulder, down the curve of her hip to her center. I spread her lips, dipping deeper. She’s already beginning to get wet for me. I groan at the realization.

I push her to her back, rising to my knees and climbing over her. “Condoms are too far away, but I have an idea.” They’re not far, literally two steps across the hall in the bathroom, which she very well knows. But she trusts me enough to not do anything stupid or dangerous. I never would, not where she’s concerned.

Instead of entering her bare, I rub the head of my cock over her clit as though it’s my finger. I trace circles, tap her with the head, and ultimately, we end up simulating fucking without actual penetration. It’s not as hot as being inside her, but it’s satisfying in a different way as I see my pre-cum glistening on her lower belly.

“Can I come on you?” I ask.

She nods her head, and I release. Jets of it spurt out to cover her mound and up to her belly. She moans happily, though I know it can’t do much for her.

Maybe the sight of my cum on her gets my Willow off too?

I milk myself, getting every last drop, and she smiles, thinking we’re done. I’m not remotely done. Not when she hasn’t come yet.

I run my finger through the fluid, rubbing it into her skin to appease the Neanderthal monster inside me, then use it to tease her clit. I massage it into her, marking her as mine and getting her to the edge.

With a cry of my name, she joins me in bliss once again.

It’s beautiful. It’s stunning. It changes the entire direction of my life in an instant.

Before, she was mine. Now, I’m hers. Maybe I always have been.

Coffee.

Still dozing, I realize what woke me up.

The smell of fresh coffee and hushed conversation.

After that last round at dawn, Willow and I cleaned up and snuggled in for ‘just a few minutes.’ By the light in the room, it’s been a lot longer than that.

I watch her sleep for a little longer, enjoying her beauty. Even in her sleep, she must feel my eyes on her because she stirs, waking slowly.