Page 21 of Gone Away Home

After the disaster Thanksgiving turned into, at least at our parent’s house, I wasn’t sure if Zayla would still want to come down here today and help. She told me she’s been helping for years, but this year is different. Dad’s reaction to us being together hit her hard.

She tries to put on a brave front, but I can see how it’s hurting her. I hate it and I’ve tried to keep her mind off it as much as possible. I was hoping she could use this little decoration party as a way to keep her mind off everything, but I was mentally preparing for her to choose to stay home.

I warned her I wasn’t going to hide our relationship like we’re doing anything wrong because I needed her to be ready for that. The sooner everyone can get over themselves and realize they don’t get to stick their noses where they don’t belong, the better.

When I asked her last night, my arms wrapped around her and our naked skin pressed against each other after I filled her with my cum, she turned toward me with her eyebrows pulled together in confusion. “Of course, I’m going down and helping out. Why wouldn’t I?”

“Remember what I said,” there was a warning in my tone.

She still sounded confused, “About you not hiding our relationship?”

“Exactly. If I’m close enough to you, I’m going to pull you to my chest and kiss you. I’ll be watching you and this,” I snaked my hand down her body and gave her ass a squeeze, “sexy ass all day. I won’t take my eyes off you.”

That precious blush stole its way across her cheeks and instead of allowing her to answer me, I kissed her hard. My cock hardened and I knew I had to be buried inside of her again.

After I had rolled us so she could ride me while giving me the best view ever, her hands ran over my chest, and she moved her hips against mine with my cock trapped between us. Her skin was covered in goosebumps, and she moaned softly whenever my length brushed against her clit.

“I appreciate you looking out for me and warning me, Dustin,” her voice was breathy, and it was clear she was having an issue stringing together complete sentences, “but I want to go and help. I don’t expect you to or want you to hide anything either.”

As she lifted up on her knees, I gripped the base of my cock as her entrance kissed the tip. “You want me to show everyone that you’re mine?” My voice was a taunt, and my dick throbbed when her body shuddered above me. “I’ll make sure there’s not a single person there confused about what is going on between us. They better be glad I won’t lay you down in the middle of town square to claim you for everyone to see. I’ll never share you, the sexy as fuck sounds you make, or will ever let anyone see how gorgeous you are when you come.”

“Oh fuck,” she groaned as she slid down my cock until I was buried balls deep inside of her.

The walls of her pussy were pulsing around me and making it hard for me to stay in control. My hands gripped her hips, hoping the contact would ground me even though I knew it would only make me feel closer to the edge. It’s what her soft skin always does to me.

She rode me hard, chasing her orgasm and pulling me over the edge with her because I didn’t have a choice in the matter. Not with the way my dick loves my woman.

Zayla’s body was draped across my chest, my cock still inside of her, and I was running my hands up and down her spine. “People might try and talk shit,” I told her gently, the worry about her being hurt by stupid, small-minded people riding me hard and pushing me to confirm she knew what could happen.

It’s one thing I don’t like about Jasper Ridge. People think they need to be in each other’s business when it’s really not necessary. Usually, people getting involved unnecessarily only made things worse. There were times when everyone thought they should have an opinion and be able to express it. But why should they when it didn’t impact them at all?

“I know,” she murmured, her voice heavy and right on the edge of sleep. “I don’t care. There is no reason for anyone to judge us and if they do then they have shit they need to examine about themselves. I’m not hiding my happiness, not after waiting for you to come home for so long, even though I tried to convince myself I wasn’t waiting.”

“You’re so strong, sweetheart,” I praised her, my hands never leaving her and my touch lulling her into sleep.

Damn it, now I’m hard and this is the worst fucking place to be sporting wood. It’s not like I can do anything about it. What I told her is true—I’ll never share those parts of her with anyone else.

She’s mine.

I glance over at one of the women helping set-up and my dick instantly deflates. Yeah, a sneering face and a lot of hate directed at my woman will do that to me. My vision takes on a red hue around the edges as I look at her.

When we first arrived, there were some curious looks, but it was to be expected. There were also a lot of hugs and greetingsfor me since I hadn’t been making my presence in town well known. People thanked me for my service and expressed their happiness about me making it home safely. Even though I wasn’t thrilled about the attention, I took it in stride because it was coming from a good place.

I was prepared for people to try and look down on us, but I’ve been pleasantly surprised for the most part. A few people didn’t say anything to us, not a hello or a negative word, but that’s fine. If they’d prefer to keep their bullshit to themselves, I’m good with it.

As long as nothing is said to upset Zayla, I’m not going to complain.

Mr. and Mrs. Lang have big smiles on their faces as they approach me after they’ve finished wrapping large boxes to make it look like there are presents under the tree. They’re nice folks and it’s good to see them again.

While they have a son, Hollis, who is now playing professional football in Denver last I heard about him, they also kind of adopted the two Parsons boys. Hollis was best friends with Slade Parsons whose parents weren’t the kind of people who should be parents. Gannon, Slade’s older brother, was a few years ahead of me in school.

I remember when he enlisted and left. Over the years, when I would call and catch up with Dad, I heard he came back to Jasper Ridge to live on one of the mountains surrounding our little town. I can see why he chose to go that way. Sometimes people are too much and when that’s compounded by some of the shit you can see while serving, it’s easier to just retreat from society.

My heart aches when I think of my dad and how he tried to keep me updated on what was going on in my hometown. I didn’t always listen intently, even while soaking up his words because I missed him. It was hard being away while knowing my heart was walking around and living without me.

It’s why I never asked about Zayla. I couldn’t.

And now Dad’s the one who thinks being with her is disgusting and wrong.

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