Page 49 of In the Light of Day

“Just a whole lot, baby girl. Are you happy or do I need to cut his legs off before putting him six feet under?”

“What is with this town and wanting to chop limbs off,” I mumble, pulling away and walking inside.

“Anything happen while we were away, sheriff?” Ace asks as I put the jug onto boil and search for some biscuits in the pantry.

Rolling my eyes as soon as I hear the grumbled response, “For god's sake, call me Seth already.” This is the same game they have played for years and I don't think it's going to disappear anytime soon.

“Nothing too crazy. A family from out of town has set up in the motel, paid for a few weeks but I have a feeling it's all going to go south so I have a few eyes on the place. There's just something off with it all and I’m not about to put the three kids they have in danger if we could have helped them.”

Grunting at this, Ace takes a seat at the table while I pass him a cup of hot tea. “You let me know if I can help out at all. Just because I'm a married man doesn't mean I can't lend a hand,” he says, looking up at me from where he's sitting with pure adoration.

“Pop, you know he's going to remind you that we’re married every time we get together. Multiple times. He told the guy at the petrol station that his wife was in the car. I asked him to elaborate and he swears that's all he said, just his wife’s in the car. Like the guy could give two shits,” I say, laughing at Pop's frown.

“Weird,” he says, looking at Ace.

“Not weird, just proud to call your daughter my wife,” Ace says, pulling me onto his lap. The chair underneath us groaning under our combined weight.

“My Martha would be so happy to have you two sitting here at her table. To have finally admitted your bloody feelings. I'll still make you dig your own grave if you step out of line but I know she's happy with the decisions you’ve both made and she’s watching over you.”

There are few moments that truly make me emotional and when he talks of my Ma and I see all the love he still has for her, beating front and centre for everyone to witness. It makes me beyond grateful to find that same love coming from Ace.

I’ve found my soulmate, of that, I'm certain.

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Pulling up to my house after having spent a few hours catching up with all the town gossip, it's a relief to be back in my comfort zone and I give Ashley a call to see how Beans and Pages have gone while we were away. Other than a man she hadn't seen before, coming in for coffee each day, there was nothing. It was probably the man from the family who was renting out the motel room down in Woodman. Not like I can blame him for seeking out good coffee.

Opening up the front door I'm greeted by the familiar smells of coffee and the lemongrass candles that I have scattered all over the house. I can hear Ace grab our bags from his truck, bringing in almost everything in one go.

“You okay, love? You’ve been a little quiet since we got back. Anything on your mind?” He says, pulling me into a hug, my forehead resting against his hard chest.

“Nothing and everything. Pleased to be home and sad to have left the cabin is all.” I smile up at him, hoping he can't see all the questions going through my head at a mile a minute, trying to figure out what our life is going to look like now.

“I promise we will go back as soon as you want. How does a nice shower sound? It's been at least six hours since I've been inside you and I'm starting to forget what it felt like,” he says, leaning in and whispering the last part in my ear. His warm breath gives me goosebumps as it tickles my neck.

He never fails to make me smile. “Oh, well we can't have that now, can we? You must be in so much pain,” I say seductively, firmly rubbing my palm against his hardening cock.

Practically throwing me in the air, I'm haphazardly carried up the stairs and taken into my ensuite bathroom. Placing me on the vanity, I watch him hurriedly turn on the shower, taking his t-shirt off in the process. His body is so defined I can see every muscle move as he goes about his tasks. His bronzed skin and sandy brown hair complement each other and he looks like he just stepped out of a bodybuilding competition at the beach. Taking the knife harness from around his waist, he slowly opens my legs and steps between them, placing it on the vanity next to me.

The bathroom starts to fill with steam and he pulls me to the edge of the counter, lifting me in his arms. His dark eyes look me over and I'm lost in his embrace. His lips searching mine as we kiss long and slow.

Lowering me to the floor, every part of my body drags against his as he takes his time undressing me. With each item of clothing he removes, he leaves a trail of kisses against my skin and in no time at all I’m a quivering mess. Waiting for him to do something more to my body. By the time I hold onto his shoulder for balance as I step out of my panties, I'm panting and needy.

“Ace. I need you.”

I'm so desperate for him that I’m almost whining in complaint that he hasn't touched me where I want him to. Digging into his pocket, he quickly drops his pants as he pulls me into the steaming shower and continues his slow exploration of my body.

During our time at the cabin, it felt like he licked, sucked and teased me everywhere he could but he still finds a way to make me feel like he's touching me for the first time all over again. I can see something bright red in his hand but I'm not sure what it is or where the fuck he's gotten it from, but knowing him, he will have been wanting to try it since he saw it. Opening his palm, a silicone rose bud he has obviously taken from the assorted toys we were gifted takes pride of place.

“It was this or the tentacle dildo,” he says grinning, “but we’ll try that another time.”

He has become somewhat obsessed with using all the toys we have and has become particularly partial to any of the ones with a clit sucker. Gently pushing me against the cold shower tiles, I hiss at the sharp temperature change and he quickly takes a knee in front of me.

He searches my face in what has become a usual conversation that we have without words. I give him a small nod. The simple sign to let him know I’m ready for whatever he's going to try. An unwritten agreement between us that I'll stop him if I need to and he will stop when asked.

He gives me a light kiss, first to my right nipple and then to my left. Slowly moving down my soft stomach before he reaches the apex of my thighs and nuzzles his face into my pussy, almost growling as he makes contact. My fingers run through his hair and my moans echo across the small space, rolling my hips toward him as he places my leg over his shoulder.

The small hum of the rosebud is lost by the sound of the shower and I didn't realise he had turned it on until he expertly places it on one of my nipples, the gentle tug of it being sucked along with Ace's mouth on my clit is enough to bring me over the edge. My orgasm storming through me like a hurricane. I've never thought about what multiple people or multiple mouths might feel like and I'm suddenly wondering if there is a way I can do that with Ace. I would never trust another person to be intimate with, let alone a stranger, but the idea of it only adds to my intrigue about what we might be able to mimic with the right toys.

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