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“Oh, pretty girl.” He growls low as he watches my hand work. He walks up and falls to his knees and grabs my hips, pulling me to his face before burying his mouth deep into my pussy. I press my face into the mattress to stifle my embarrassingly loud moans. He continues to shamelessly tongue fuck me for another minute before ramming two fingers inside and letting out a long sigh.
“Princess,” He purrs as he rubs his face over my ass cheek. “You are so perfect, you are a fucking goddess that deserves to be worshipped.” I gasp as I feel him bite and lick on the underside of my ass cheek.
“Then worship me Atlas.” I breathe out and within seconds, Atlas is standing and I shiver as I feel him entering me, his piercing rubbing me in the exact right spot to cause my legs to shake. I start to collapse as he grips my hips.
“Nuh uh Princess, you know the rules, ass up.” He groans as he does a quick swirl and I feel myself releasing around him. “Ohhhh yesss.” He breathes, and he begins to pound into me over and over. I keep my face buried, unable to stop the screams or the fluid coming out of me. Fuck, I will owe Janie new sheets after this.
My body starts shaking and I gasp as he grips my ass cheeks, and begins to spread and roll my cheeks apart and together. Oh god, I am going to come, every thrust he drives into me causes me to cry out in need.
“You fucking perfect goddess.” He pants as his thrusts become jerky. “I. Worship. You.” He growls as I scream into the blanket, my body exploding around his exploding cock.
We stay still for several moments before he removes his softening dick. I look over my shoulder and watch as he heads to the bathroom that joins the bedroom and comes back with a damp towel. I go to clean myself, but he smacks my ass before kneeling.
“A goddess doesn’t do this. It’s my job.” He proceeds to clean and kiss every part of me before helping me get dressed and remove the sheets.
We open the door and I nearly scream upon seeing Fox’s scowling face. Atlas gives him a smug smirk. And they are both silent for a moment before Fox scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Fine,” he mutters as we head back to the living room. “We are even.”
Chapter 28
Atlas
I’m going to barf, or pass out… maybe both.
“Will you stop!” Janie hisses as she puts the finishing touches on the fence posts.
“What if she says no?” I groan and Fox snorts.
“Then I guess you just stay married–Ow!” He cries as Janie pinches his forearm.
“Honestly,” she blows a fallen curl out of her face. “If she says no, I’ll accept the proposal. Not like anyone around here is asking me. Let alone re-asking.” She shoots a glare at Fox, who has conveniently become very focused on the sunflower bouquets, making sure they are completely straight. Truth is, I’m not the only one that picked out an engagement ring last week, but apparently he is making her wait and continue to hound him and berate him so that when he does ask her on Christmas Morning, she can look like an asshole. Their relationship is the weirdest, most enviable one.
“Okay,” Janie clasps her hands together as she looks around at the pasture. “I think it’s done.” Small twinkle lights line the split rail fence with a bouquet of flowers tied to each post, leading to a dimly lit, flowy canopy where I would be standinglike the nervous idiot I am, waiting for her to either accept my proposal, or crush my soul.
I wave Fox and Janie off as I stand under the canopy, listening to the crickets and the cows while going over my speech in my head.
I cuss againas I look at my watch. She is forty-five minutes late, it’s no longer “romantic dusk”. It’s full fucking night and I’m annoyed. Grabbing my phone out of my pocket, I go to call her and it’s then see the crescent moon icon on the top corner of my phone.
Do Not Disturb
I had turned it on after Janie and Fox left, so I wouldn’t be interrupted by anyone during my proposal. I am jogging to my vehicle as I see the fifteen text messages from Ren, along with the glucose monitoring alerts that had been silenced. I’m a fucking idiot. I try to remain calm as I look at the texts, my dyslexia making it harder to decipher. Saying fuck it, I use my app to read the messages to me and back out of the farm.
Princess: Hey I’m finishing up reading at the nursing home. I’m not feeling too hot, can we just hang out at home?
Princess: Leaving now, I know my alarm is going off, I’ll drink some juice.
Princess: Atlas?? Why didn’t you answer me?
Princess: You’re worrying me, I’m calling Fox.
Princess: Atlas, I really feel sick… where are you?
I hit the touchscreen and pull up Ren’s name, hitting the phone icon. It rings, and rings, and rings.
“Hi! You’ve reached Lauren Hart, please leave a message and I’ll return your call as soon as possible! Thanks.”
I wait for the beep before speaking. “Ren? Baby, fuck, I am so sorry, I had my phone on silent. Jesus Christ, please be okay. I am headed home now. Please, please. PLEASE be there. Call me as soon as you get this. I love you….Baby, I love you so much.”
I hang up even though I don’t want to. I’ve never felt so far away and helpless. What if she was low on the ground alone? What if she wrecked? What if she’s in the elevator and the creep downstairs–No…I can’t think about any of this.
