Lands end, p.16
Land's End,
p.16
“We get time off. I’ve arranged for some. I have this run to make but we’ll be back to get Tobin and head to Shelter City. Would you like to come with me? Stay with me a while? I can show you around. We can have every day with each other. And, if you like Shelter City and my home, well, you could be my wife and live there. Or here. Once things get better you can ride along. But in Shelter City you can take classes, see vids, stand in the big sea. Be in my bed. I’m in Shelter City more than I can be here. But we can make it work. Whatever you want, if I can give it to you, I will.”
She got to her knees and turned to face him. “Did you just ask me to marry you?”
He nodded, not speaking.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Driven to see her, he got out of the vehicle and nodded at Indigo. “Short of bleeding or something being on fire, if anyone disturbs me and my wife in the next two days or so, I will cut someone.”
Indigo laughed. “Understood. Tell Verity I said hello and will see her when you’re ready to unchain her from your bed.”
Hm, that sounded like something he should try.
He waved and turned back to the house. A place that had been just somewhere he slept in between runs. For years. But now it was a home.
Dawn crept over the horizon as he let himself inside, heading to her. Always on his way to her.
She slept in their bed, a tousle of hair around her face, the blankets wrapped around her. A book lay open on the bedside table. One of the books from a class she was taking at the university.
She’d thrown herself into life in Shelter City with wild abandon. While he was away, she took day trips to some of the temples on the outskirts of Shelter City. She learned to swim in the ocean. Spent time with Tobin, who was thriving in his training. She’d made friends there as well. Neighbors, mostly, but people from her classes, some of the spouses and partners of the lawmen they knew as well.
They’d gotten married, just the two of them along with the officiant, on the sand with the roar of the big sea as their music. She was the heart of him. Vibrant and beautiful. Filling his life with music and love and so much desire his skin was tight with it. She opened her eyes as she shifted to her back. “I heard you come in. What are you standing all the way over there for? It’s been some time since I’ve been pleasured by anyone but myself.”
He forgot everything else but her as he yanked his clothes off, sending things flying as he moved to her. Always to her.
Her skin was warm, fragrant with the soap she used, her hair soft, thick and cool against his arms as he got in bed, pulling her to him, kissing her hard and long. Taking all she offered so freely.
Two quick movements and he’d tossed away the nightgown she wore and her drawers, leaving her bare and eager.
“Your own hands though? Busy?”
“It helps me sleep.” She arched as he kissed her neck. “Not nearly as well when it’s your mouth or hands instead of my fingers, of course. I’m sure you’re forced to make do with your hand while you’re gone too. Especially as your wife”—she paused to growl when he found her nipple and licked over it—“mmm, would shoot your cock off if you put it anywhere near another woman.”
“It’s a sign of just how messed up I am, my love, that it gets me hot when you speak like that.”
She laughed, squirming as he dragged his teeth over her nipple and sighed as he kissed down her ribs, dropping to her belly button and down, pushing her thighs open wide and breathing her in.
Hunger for her dug in deep as he slid her labia apart with his thumbs. He licked her over and over, taking her taste into himself until his restlessness, the restlessness that came from being away from her, eased.
She slid her fingers through his hair, tugging him closer, her hips moving back and forth against his mouth. Taking her pleasure.
It lit him up. Made him so hard he ached as his cock pressed into the blankets beneath where he lay. His face buried in her cunt so that he was surrounded by her. His tongue dug up into her, mimicking what he’d be doing with his prick shortly.
She made one of her sounds, a pleading sort of moan. He knew she was close. So wet against his lips, her thigh muscles trembling where he held her apart with his shoulders.
When she let go, she grabbed her pleasure up and wallowed in it. Trusting that there’d always be more when he was involved.
He’d been gone two weeks, which was better than three moons, to be sure. And when he stayed it was in their home. She woke up with him every day. He took her to breakfast or out to the ocean.
Her ring glinted on her hand as he surged up to kiss her. She wrapped her arms around him and her thighs, just as he slid into her body and she arched to get him deeper.
He didn’t hurry. Just the slow advance and retreat. Filling her body over and over until she warmed up and accepted that he was home. She dug her nails into his ass, urging him on. “More. Deeper, harder. More.”
“Greedy.” He kissed her again, the scruff of his beard tickling her lips.
“Always. For you, always.”
“I’m a lucky husband that way.” He kissed down her neck, changing his angle, hitching her hips up and giving her what she’d asked for. Harder. So hard her tits bounced as waves of pleasure shot through her with each thrust.
“Mine,” he whispered.
“Yes.”
“I surely do love you, Verity Alsbaugh.”
“Thank you, lawman. I love you too.”
She laughed as he came. Filling her up with joy and the wonder of connection that seemed to grow stronger each day.
He snuggled back down to the bed, remaining half inside her. “I’m home.”
“Mmmm. Welcome back.”
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