Page 78 of The County Line
I drive down the dirt roads, making it in record time toourhome. Cash helped me put up the walls, pour the foundation, lay the floors and add the roof earlier this week. The windows are in, and we just have a few final touches before it’s ready for furniture. When I park, I help her out and lead her directly into the house. Though we haven’t been sleeping here, I know what I want to do right now deserves to be done right here, in the middle of the place where we’ll grow old together and start a family someday soon.
“What are we doing in here?” she asks, her cheeks flushed as she smiles up at me.
I take her into the kitchen and point, feeling like a mushy fool. “I’m showing you our new home. Right here,” I point, “Is where I’m going to make you breakfast every morning after eating you out in our bed.”
She turns pinker as she smiles.
“And over here,” I open the bathroom door on the first floor. It’s just a toilet right now. No sink or shower. “Is where I intend on having you ride me.”
“On the toilet seat?”
I nod. “On every surface, Molly, maybe even when I’m taking a shit,” I say playfully as she laughs again harder.
“Right here,” I point to the living room. It’s open, with floor to ceiling views of the creek that’s still rushing like a river outside just a few feet away, “this is where I intend on fucking you in front of the fireplace. But it’s also where we’ll have a Christmas tree with presents under it for our kids someday.”
Her eyes are shimmering now as she stares at me. “Gotta have that balance.”
I chuckle. “And then upstairs,” I step closer because I can’t wait any longer to touch her, not when her scent and wetness is still dripping from my fingers like honey, “That’s where I’ll make love to you every night. Where our kids will sleep someday. And where we’ll hear their laughter, thinking about the bare bones this place once was and the emptiness inside of me that you brought back to life.”
She reaches up on her toes, pressing a kiss against my lip. I grip the back of her neck to keep her there, tipping her head upward and deepening it as I taste her. She tastes like home. Familiar and new all at the same time.
“I swear I’ll never hurt you. I’ll always protect you, always cherish you, always love you. I love you, Molly Patrick.”
She pulls back, her eyes searching for the truth in mine. I know she’ll find it there.
“I love you too, Colt Marshall.”
I kiss her hard, then pull back, locking my eyes with hers. “On your hands and knees. Now.”
She gasps, a flicker of surprise lighting her features before she complies. Her hands find the smooth wood floor that I just installed, real wood from old, dead trees on our property that were blown down from our last storm. It’s not exactly comfortable, but I know she can handle it. And tonight? Tonight is different. Tonight is ours—the night we promised each other forever. The night we saidI love you.
This moment is going to leave a mark on her, one way or another.
I reach for the waistband of her shorts, hooking my fingers under and yanking them down along with her panties. The fabric pools around her knees, and I take a second to admire her—the curve of her back, the perfect slope of her hips, the way her flushed skin catches the low light.
My hands run over the firm, warm globes of her ass, my palms kneading until her skin turns white beneath my grip. I groan at the sight, unable to hold back any longer. My fingers go to my zipper, freeing my cock. I drag it through her pussy, coating it in her and then use that as lube as I jerk myself.
“You ready for me, baby?” I ask.
She nods and then I thrust into her, burying myself to the hilt in one smooth motion.
She lets out a sharp cry, her body tensing around me, then rocks back, adjusting to my length as we both get a feel for each other again. The tight heat of her surrounds me, pulls me under as I clench my jaw to stay focused.
“Been thinking about this all damn dinner,” I rasp, my hands gripping her hips. I knead her ass again, pressing the soft flesh together to heighten the friction as I pull out of her wet heat, only to slide all the way back in, bottoming out. In and out I go, watching her pussy thin and stretch as it absorbs all of my strokes.
“I could tell,” she pants, glancing back over her shoulder, her lips parted and eyes dark with need.
I smirk, gripping her tighter and picking up the pace, driving into her steadily, feeling her body respond to mine with every thrust. She moans my name, the sound going straight to my chest, my head, everywhere.
“I don’t plan on ever using a condom with you,” I tell her, my voice rough with conviction. “Doesn’t feel right. Feels like we were always meant to be this way. Skin on skin.”
Her body shivers beneath me, her breath catching as I push deeper, harder. I can feel her tighten around me, her nails scratching against the floor as I angle my hips to hit just the right spot. I hope her hands leave marks there, so that anytime I’m home without her, I’ll remember the way she felt for me. If I could get any deeper, I would—my cock feels like it’s reaching places no one else ever could, places that were made for me alone.
I thrust harder, faster, watching as her knees slide slightly across the hardwood. She cries out my name, her voice cracking with raw emotion.
“I love you,” she gasps, her words breaking apart with each thrust.
“I love you too, Molly,” I breathe back, my voice hoarse and unsteady as I lean over her, covering her body with mine. My chest presses against her back, my lips brush against her ear. “Always.”
