I figure I’ve got a punch coming. I’ve seen her do it before. I brace myself to take the blow. Sure, I could stop it, but hell if I don't want her to touch me so bad I’d take a hit right to the face. It won’t be the first time someone has gotten a punch in. It would be the first time I willingly let it happen. That’s not what she does, though. Instead she throws herself at me. I catch her easily as she wraps her little body around me. Trusting me to protect her. Sealing her fate to be mine.
I look around the cabin, trying to see what the hell has her so scared, but there is nothing. In fact, this place is a little too bare. It would work for me, but she should have more. All the air leaves my lungs as she buries her face in my neck. My cock doesn’t miss the way her sweet cunt is pressed up against it either.
“What’s wrong?” I move into the cabin more, trying to see what has scared her. She’s not one that scares easily. That much I know about her.
“You’re softer than I thought you’d be,” she says against my neck, not answering my question. Her breath against my skin sends shivers down my spine. I don’t know what to say to that. Thunder booms through the house and her nails dig into me like a scared kitten. I’m just fucking happy she feels safe with me.
“You’re scared of the storm?”
“I didn't say that.” Her words are muffled because she won’t lift her head. “There isn't even a basement here!” I grit my jaw. Not only because she’s right but her mouth keeps brushing against my skin.
“You want a house with a basement?” I ask, already moving toward her bag that she brought with her. She had to go back to her hotel in the city to retrieve it. I might have followed her to make sure she was coming back. She nods her head.
I see her phone lying on the chair. I should grab it, but I reason my hands are already full of her and the bag, so like an asshole I leave it. I’ll be her only contact for now. I head out of the cabin straight for my truck. Duke follows after me. The rain starts to fall lightly as I open the back passenger side door. I toss her bag in. Duke jumps up without me having to ask.
When I open the passenger side door I hate that I have to put her down. I don't want to. Her body is so tightly wrapped around me that I fear I might never feel it again. Fuck it. I slam it shut, going to the driver side. Duke jumps up in the front seat. I push my seat all the way back before I climb in. Making room so I can drive with her in my lap.
“What are you doing?” She starts to lift her head, but again thunder booms.
“You want a house with a basement. I’ve got one.”
“You’re taking me to your house?”
“Yeah.” I put the truck into drive.
“You could be a psycho killer.”
“Your gun is in your bag,” I remind her. “There’s still one strapped to your back too.” I not only spotted it before, but I felt it too. Along with all her curves. She looks tiny but she has them.
“You smell good.” I did, but that was only because she was wrapped around me. I shouldn’t smell like anything. I make it a habit not to. Smelling like something leaves a scent behind. In my line of work that could mean life or death. She shifts some on my lap, her ass pushing into my cock. She freezes and I know she’s felt it.
“I’m not going to do anything, but I’ve got a beautiful woman clinging to me. I can’t really control it.”
“Right.” She breathes out, tickling my neck. Then I swear to God she presses her mouth against it on purpose. Maybe I’m dreaming it. Wishing it to be true. I don’t care. I’ll take it.
We pull up to my place a few minutes later. The rain starts to come down heavier. I open the door, running towards my house onto the covered deck. I kept waiting for her to say she wanted me to take her over to Bunny and Jameson’s place, but she hadn't. I wasn't going to throw the idea out there. Right now I am trying to remember how long they said the storms were going to last. I hope they last for a while so I have the chance to convince her to stay forever.3PJThere is something wrong with me. I should be more scared of the man I’ve wrapped myself around than the storm that is pushing down on us. Still, the tighter I cling to him the better I feel. I hear the door shut and I finally make myself open my eyes. It’s stupid. As if closing your eyes could really take the threat away.