Page 83 of Wildflower and Whiskey
I nodded mesmerized by what he was doing.
“Take me, Phoenix. I need you inside me,” I urged. My words were met with a growl as he guided my legs around his waist. He took me against the wall. My back chaffed by the drywall a little, but I didn’t care. All I could focus on was the feel of him moving inside me. Thrust after hungry thrust, he pumped inside me, guttural groans escaping us both as he drove deeper inside me, filling me, hitting all the right spots.
Colors sparked my vision as I fell over the edge again. Phoenix followed me, grunting and spilling inside me as I bounced on his cock, prolonging my own release. He used the wall for support as he held me up, both of us breathless.
“Shower?” he asked, his cool breath skimming my cheek.
“Bed,” I said, because this, here, with him unguarded and hungry and careful, was everything.
He carried me the last few steps, set me down on the king mattress that smelled like cedar and him, and climbed over me with a patience that almost undid me. We kissed slowly in his bed, the sheets felt soft against my skin. Phoenix’s fingers trailedevery inch of my naked body, he kissed me as his finger travelled down to my clit, working me over again.
“I don’t think I can come a third time,” I warned, feeling lazy now.
“Oh, you can come,” he assured with determination.
It didn’t take long for me to start building again.
“You’re wet for me again,” Phoenix said victoriously, his dark eyes glowing.
“Don’t be so smug,” I joked, then he rolled my nub more and my eyes rolled to the back of my head as I moaned.
“What did you say?” he asked, his tone mocking the fact that I was building again.
“Phoenix,” I cried out.
“Do you want me inside you?” he asked.
I nodded my head. “Yes.”
His smile grew wider and he rolled on top of me, his arms bracing him so he didn’t put weight on me.
“Roll your clit. Let me watch you touch yourself,” he said. It made me smile that we were at the point in our relationship that we were exploring our wants.
“Pump your cock,” I said in response, and I watched the heat in his eyes turn to flames.
“Does it make you hot to watch me get myself off?” he asked, and I started rubbing my clit faster.
I nodded as my breathing picked up.
“Faster, Phoenix. Pump faster,” I urged him, and I watched his strong hand squeezing the base of his cock while pumping up and down. When I saw a bead of precum on his tip, I almost lost it.
“Come, Elyna, come like this with your fingers between your legs,” he said to me.
“I’m so close. I want you inside me, Phoenix,” I groaned, moving my fingers fast through my damp thighs.
“Fuck yes,” he groaned. In one smooth stroke he was inside me, thrusting hard and fast, driving me over the edge. I gripped his back as my fingernails dug into his skin. We were like hungry animals, screwing hard and fast. We fell over the edge together. Him filling me over and over while I clenched around him. We were breathless and boneless for a while. Phoenix moved beside me and wrapped me in his arms. I knew I needed to wash up but sleep beckoned me more.
“Tomorrow, the back deck when the camera’s off,” he muttered.
I swatted him weakly and laughed. “Pervert.”
“Accurate,” he said, completely unbothered. “But only for you.”
We drifted in the kind of afterglow that doesn’t happen by accident; it was the kind you earn. The house seemed to settle with us, the orchard sighing under a breeze. Down the hall, the monitor’s soft hum kept pace with Braden’s sleep. When my eyes finally closed, the fear that had ridden me for months felt small, outmatched by the man whose arms were a wall around me.
Morning cameand we made coffee in our underwear, sharing one mug and smirking like thieves, before dressing properly. While Braden babbled at the high chair, Phoenix mounted the door chime and tested the window sensors. I tucked toys into a basket by the couch, draped a throw over the armchair, and taped our pumpkin-stand photo to the fridge. The house absorbed us like it had been waiting.
After breakfast Phoenix and I took turns showering and getting dressed, which was lucky because by 10:00 a.m. Pierre came in through the mudroom door with a gust of cold. “Youwork fast,” he said, eyeing the flattened cardboard. He set a small black box on the counter. “Extra chime and a portable sensor, if it shrieks, call me.”
