Page 9 of Bloom
He gazed between the two of us, standing only in our underwear, and his lip curled. “Disgusting. Maybe it will bemostlyfor pleasure to kill you both.”
“What if we sell you the property?” I offered, though I had no intention in hell to do so. I was buying time as I hatched a plan. I focused my energy on the ground and crops I couldn’t see, but could still control. I curled my fingers and added, “Hell, we willgiveit to you. It’s not worth all this.”
“Forgive me if I don’t believe you,” Bart replied, rolling his eyes. “The moment I leave, you’ll call the police, or hunt me down.”
“No. We will sit up with you all night if we have to, and then we will go to the bank first thing in the morning and sign over all the paperwork.” I couldn’t bear to look at Jersey, worried he may be taking my offer seriously. I didn’t think I could take the pain and confusion that may be on his face.
“Not buying it,” Bart said with a humorless laugh. “Besides, I’ve already gotten excited about the idea of taking two filthy cocksuckers out of this world. But who goes first?” He laughed again, pointing the gun back and forth between Jersey and me. He was relishing in the belief he had total control.
But what he didn’t notice were the thick vines creeping in silently through the open door. They rose from the floor until they were level with his shoulders. With a jerk of my head, they quickly looped around Bart’s neck and squeezed. Bart dropped the gun and clawed at the strong cords around his neck.
More captured his legs, and another wound around his stomach. I tightened my fist and the vines squeezed in unison until his face turned red and his eyes bulged. I could have stopped. I could have grabbed the gun, called the police, and held him until they arrived.
But he insulted and threatened my mate. Bart had a lot of money, and I didn’t doubt that he would post bail and get outof prison quickly. And Jersey wouldn’t be safe. Bart made his decision, and now he had to suffer the consequences.
He fell to his knees as his mouth foamed and blood dripped from his eyes. He used his last breath and bit of energy to grunt, “How…will…you…sleep?” Echoing the words I’d used to calm down my mate.
But they fell on deaf ears. I crouched down until we were eye level and answered, “With the fan on, curled up in the arms of my lover.”
One last look of disdain crossed his face before it fell out of view as vines completely encased him. I didn’t want Jersey to see the final image; he didn’t need that in his memory.
Within moments, all movement came to an end, and Bart’s quiet, muffled gasps faded. I slowly opened my fist, and the green cords pulled the hidden mass of the corpse outside.
“They’ll pull him beneath the ground’s surface, and his body will nourish the vegetation he tried to kill.”
Jersey rushed to my side and wrapped his arms around me. “Are you okay?” He knew the weight of hurting someone, and I’d crossed it. A line that couldn’t be uncrossed. But I did what I had to do to protect my love.
“You’re alive and healthy,” I sighed, hugging him back tightly, “That’s all I need.”
“You’ve saved me twice,” he said into my curly hair. “My soul and my life.” Jersey slid his hands onto my face and backed away until he could look into my eyes. “You have far surpassed earning my love, trust, and body. I want to bond with you, Timber.” My heart fluttered as he continued with a grimace, “I know this probably isn’t the most tactful time, but after looking death in the face - I can’t imagine living another moment of my life and not being yours.” Desperate need seeped from him when he asked, “Please?”
The hitch in his last word broke me. In silence, I took his hand and led him back into the bedroom. I faced him and pressed our lips together in a heated kiss. Our tongues explored and tasted as we gasped and moaned, breathing life into one another.
We clawed off each other’s underwear until we were bare to hungry gazes. My eyes raked over his perfect form; from his broad shoulders, down the mounds of sculpted muscle of his abdomen, to his tall, thick cock, standing at attention.
My mouth watered at the sight of his thick mushroom tip and the juicy vein that ran down his length. Cropped, dark hair made the perfect frame to the masterpiece, and I couldn’t resist.
I fell to my knees and licked a wet line from his fuzzy balls to his crown. A salty drop escaped him and painted my tongue. I needed more. I wrapped my lips around him and sucked hard, pushing him deeper inside my mouth until he brushed against my throat.
I swallowed and massaged him with my throat muscles before backing up and flicking my tongue across his slit. I peeked upwards, and found him staring down at me beneath heavily hooded eyes. His mouth was slack and a steady moan escaped him.
When I deep throated him once more, Jersey jerked back, freeing himself from my lips. “I can’t wait any longer,” he said frantically. “Get on the bed.”
His urgency and direction drove me wild. I climbed onto all fours on the mattress, expecting him to take me from behind. I didn’t expect the wet presence across my hole. I cursed with pleasure and looked back, only seeing half of his buried face as he feasted.
His tongue lapped across my pucker and drool trickled down my thighs. My hole clenched in anticipation and my balls throbbed with need.
“I’m ready,” I practically screamed. “Take me!”
The wet warmth disappeared and was replaced with his smooth, fat tip. My skin stretched as he inched inside me, pushing my ring of muscle to its limit. My skin burned deliciously as he sank inside until his hips touched my ass. My heart and body was full of him.
Jersey thrust quickly, snapping his hips back and forth. I cried out into the blankets as the pleasure was too great to contain. My body burned with desire and my soul sang.
I snaked my hand beneath my stomach and flattened my palm against both of our balls, rubbing them gently with every thrust. The sound of Jersey’s frantic breathing, the feel of his fat cock inside me, and the tickle of his sack on my hand threw me over the edge.
I cried out once more as I exploded, spraying down the bed beneath me. Jersey grunted when my muscles clenched around him. His hips slowed, but he thrust harder and deeper until he stuttered to a stop, and a warm stream of his seed rushed against my inner walls.
I felt Jersey’s hand sneaking beneath me, but it took my blissed-out mind a moment to realize that he was collecting some of my cum into his fingertips.
