Page 11 of Love Thief

“I would never share you around. Never. I didn’t want that, please believe me when I say that. I never would. It is only ever me. Just me, Evie. Believe me, please, I’m sorry.” His voice changes from desperation, pleading, to commanding as he demands, “Come with me, Evie, come now baby, I can feel you’re close.”

I’m scared of the orgasm I know is coming. I try to stop it, knowing it will hurt, but I can’t. I scream as I clench down again and again, shouting his name out to the stars, as he answers with mine.

Chapter

Four

EVIE

He rains kisses down onto me as we lay together looking up at the night sky.

After lying silently side by side for what feels like forever but could be mere moments, he nudges me. “We used to do this as kids.”

“I know. We watched the sky go from black to blue velvet many times, watched meteor showers, we must have been crazy,” I laugh.

“Out all night in the cold, the colder the better for me. I loved it when you wanted to get warm and would climb inside my coat. I could smell you for days. I prayed for frost, even in the summer.” He looks down at me and smiles. “I want to carry on with this, us. You make me happy when we’re like this.”

I grin cheekily up at him. “What? Hitting each other with riding crops?”

“Well not just that, no, us together. I want it to be like this. A couple. Let me try, Kitten. I want it with you.” He turns to me, touching my face and tracing his fingers over it. “I used to dream of you like this, in the dark on cold winter nights, for years. In my dreams, you were next to me, as we were in Bowman's lodge, in furry covers, me buried inside you. Asleep with you, waking with you. I’d dream it, and wake with a hard-on as big as a totem pole, wanting to come, and being disappointed every time you weren’t there. Well, now you are. Be with me, please, be with me.” His eyes are fixed on mine, pleading with me to say yes. “I’ve always loved you, Kitten. I never stopped. Please, let’s try.”

Am I really going to do this with him? My bees are swarming. I think about him, then and now, and this past year. Can I actually do this, for real? I look deeper into his beautiful green eyes, and his feelings for me are crystal clear. I nod, slowly, a ghost of a smile forming on my face. “I will. I will give it a try.”

Taking it all in, I change tact, trying a bit to lighten the tension, and my growing hysteria. “Only if you don’t press charges about the Ferrari. I’m sure there’s a law stopping you, anyway, as I am your wife. What’s yours is mine, right? But my Lambo is still way better than that Ferrari.”

“Well, mine’s flat, so, yeah, it is.”

“Act of God? For the insurance.”

“What? The God of War? Who the fuck drives over a Ferrari? A lunatic in flying goggles.” He taps at them, smirking. “I like them, by the way. Keep them on whilst we’re here.”

Not sure how they are still attached to me, but they are tangled up in my hair, I pull the goggles down over my eyes. “Better buckle up, buttercup, because I’m going in for the attack.”

I drop down his body, trailing my tongue over every dirty, bloody inch. Finally settling my hands on his balls and my mouth on the head of his cock, humming on his piercing, as he groans and tugs on my hair.

“Fuck, you are one crazy woman, and I love it. I fucking love you, Evie Russell.”

The words pour out of his mouth, effortlessly. I’m not sure he realises the magnitude of the name he’s just called me, coupled with the humongous sentimental attachment. But when he grins, and it gets wider and wider, I realise he does.

My heart stutters, I feel an internal pressure building in my gut. It feels alive, like it’s crying to escape. Should I say it back? Do I trust him enough with my heart? Do I love him?

Yes I do, always did. But to hand over my heart again…

I never got it back whole last time, and we’re playing for much bigger stakes now. A lifetime of love. A life living together. A family.

I feel as if I’ve been dashed against the rocks I was imagining him on. He always was dynamite, always wanted everything you had to give. Fed from it, feasted on it.

I’m fucking scared, to be honest. Of the situation I find myself in, but also to confess how I really feel about him. I’m not sure if it will make things better or worse. And I don’t know what to do about it. So I do nothing.

We stay in the field for hours. We watch the dawn, the sky lightening from black to navy through to pink. I’ll take the tractor home to the farm before dawn, he’ll take the truck back to Farm Cottage. He says they’ll expect him back, as he went to ‘murder the piece of shit who killed his car.’

He kisses me with a reverence I’ve not felt from him before. And as I get in the tractor, he whispers, “See you at home. Wife.”

Idrop off the tractor at Greystone Farm and hop on the motorbike Marshall gave me so I could take short cuts over the fields between the farms. The push bike I had didn’t manoeuvre over the wet terrain well, so he bought me what was really a trials bike. We spent some happy hours riding over fields and tracks getting used to it. I’d been nineteen at the time, which is when he gave me the goggles, too. And told me James, who had just learned to walk, would have a bike as soon as he could stand.

True to his word, James and then Bucky had been riding motorbikes around the farms, as well as horses, bikes, driving tractors, cars and any other type of transport Marshall felt they were old enough for, even if the law said otherwise.

I clean myself up and lay in bed, wide awake. I’ve come to a crossroads, and concluded I need to do something. Action has to be taken.

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