Page 63 of The Caretaker
“And I’m physically the strongest, so that means we do what I want, and you can’t fight me on it.” He had me out of my shirt and pants before I could chastise him for being a cheater.
“I get to choose the prize,” I said, shoving at his face when he attempted to shut me up with a kiss. Between the running and my laughter, my strength flagged quickly, enabling him to have his way with my lips.
“It’s not summertime yet, you brute,” I said when he came up for air. “At least cover us with the other blanket.”
Noon smiled, happy to be getting his way. He removed the lube from his pocket before stripping down to his socks. Suddenly, I no longer needed the blanket. One look at his naked body had turned my blood to molten lava. He fell to rest a forearm above me, covering us with the patchwork quilt anyway, before plucking a wildflower from over my head and handing it to me.
“A little romance before the plundering,” he explained.
“Gee, thanks.” I chuckled, then tensed when he tickled me for my sarcasm.
I tucked the flower behind his ear. “I thought you were hungry,” I whispered, moaning when he wasted no time in slipping a slicked hand between us to work me open.
“I amveryhungry,” he said, the lust clouding his eyes speaking to exactly what he was starving for. “It’s your fault for dressing so skimpily.”
“Sk-skimpily?” I stammered as he inserted another finger. My hips began moving of their own accord. “I wore jeans and a thermal.”
“Tightjeans and a thermal so fitted you might as well have just worn your muscles out here.”
I couldn’t quite master being amused and turned on at the same time, so I settled for rolling my eyes at him and pleading for a third digit.
“It’s true,” he said, removing his fingers for the sole purpose of hearing me cry out in displeasure. He waited for me to beg again before reinserting them, the addition of a fourth making me suck in a breath. “You’ve been getting quite the workout riding my cock lately. Your thighs are firmer from all the squats, and your upper body has benefited too. Takes a lot of strength to hold yourself upright when I fuck you long and hard from behind.”
“So it’s m-my fault,” I breathed. “My body…and the way I dress makes you incapable of controlling yourself.” I licked a stripe up my palm and slid my hand between us. Understanding what I wanted, Noon scooted up until his chin was above my head and our erections were aligned. Stroking us both as best I could one-handed—while my other hand clutched the blanket beneath us—I tipped my head back, straining to see him.
“Not only that,” he said, peering down at me, nostrils flaring as I spread his pre-cum around and pumped him harder. “It’s also that little bit of fear in your eyes right before I bottom out inside of you. Like maybe all the other times I’ve managed to sink all the way into you were a fluke, and this will be the time you can’t handle me. Yesss,” he hissed. “That look right there.” His cock stiffened harder within my hand.
He was right. Intellectually, I understood my body could accept all of him without being harmed in the process. Still, I never trusted that it would until it did, no matter how many times we made love. Noon was wrong about the welcomed panic that often seized me, though. It didn’t derive from fear only. It was a mix of excitement too.
Noon steered his cock to my hole, and my hand flew to his chest, pushing involuntarily, my body’s self-preservation kicking in. “See,” he said, tone soft with wonder, as he sank into me, pushing my right thigh out and up to make his journey easier.
“I wish you could see yourself. See how you gag no matter if my cock is entering your ass or your throat. I can’t get enough of it, beautiful. You’ve got this,” he encouraged quietly. “Yes, that’s it.” He let out a groan to rival all others once he’d stuffed me full of him. I couldn’t see straight, couldn’t think, couldn’t work out the mechanics of breathing. “Hold on to me, Solace. This is gonna be fast and hard.”
With our lust dealt with for now, we’d finally gotten around to eating and discussing the renovations happening on the property.
“The stables should be done in a month, give or take,” Noon said as I swallowed the last bite of my sandwich. “Could’ve been done sooner, but the stall guards you wanted are on backorder.”
“You mean the onesyouwanted,” I corrected, bumping my knee against his.
Across from me, Noon smirked, chucking a celery stick my way. “The paddock’s done, and the construction on the house is moving along as scheduled. Someone will be here tomorrow to test the soil and prepare the ground for the vegetable garden you wanted, and the blueprints for the remodeling of your grandfather’s farmhouse are ready for you to review. Oh, and I was able to negotiate a better price on the security system upgrade.”
“You’re so good at your job,” I said, pride evident in my tone. I’d told him as much when things got started, to which he’d arrogantly replied,“That’s why they pay me the big bucks.”I hadn’t had to lift a finger to do anything. All I’d had to do was sayyes or no to his suggestions and provide alternatives of my own on occasion. Noon had taken it from there. Things were running smoothly and efficiently, and when someone wasn’t doing their job, Noon didn’t hesitate to replace them with someone who would.
“Would you be willing to leave a Google review?”
“Maybe. It’ll cost you, though,” I teased, leaning back on my palms.
“Fine,” he said in feigned exasperation, “I’ll fuck you again.” He launched himself at me, sending us rolling half off the blanket, as I laughed until it physically hurt to do so. We came to a stop with me on his chest, and he reached over for the discarded blanket, wrapping us up in it. We’d been in the clearing for over an hour now and the temperature had begun to drop.
I stacked my palms and rested my chin on top of them, staring at him as he tucked one arm behind his head and plucked a blade of grass from my hair. “How many horses should we get? Two?” I’d never had the desire to ride a horse, but the prospect of riding the trails we were putting in, with Noon by my side, made me eager to learn.
“Or three. Maybe even four,” he said with a shrug.
“Three or four?” I asked. “For guests?” I knew his friends Cole and Jasper rode, so maybe he wanted more horses for when they visited.
“Yeah,” he said, trying a little too hard for nonchalance. “Or in case we one day decide to have kids.”
“Kids?” I breathed, my senses immediately diving into that hole left inside of me after Gavin died.
