Page 44 of Cedar Edge
Even the comment to Ace begs the question of if I think life is worth living.
“What’s her name?” I ask, wincing as my voice cracks against the emotions building.
“Doesn’t have one yet.” Law offers up. He keeps himself tucked back towards the door, giving us space as I drag my hand down her soft pelt.
“Well that won’t do.” I say through the tears that are bubbling up. I study the gorgeous horse, even broken and unsure if she wants to live, she is beautiful. “What do you think… how about… Daylily?” She presses her face into my hand and I giggle, a tear slipping free.
“Why Daylily?” Law asks from behind.
“Because they are incredibly difficult to kill.”
He says nothing but his silence is welcomed. It feels comfortable and healing as I sit with Daylily, the horse that feels so similar to me. Tears cascade down my cheeks, the liquid purging the dark feelings that chased me from slumber this morning alongside the hurt and pain that I’ve endured for so long. I sit for so long that the sun fully crests over the hills and the barn begins to heat up, sweat starting to bead on the back of my neck. The tears finally dry leaving salty remnants on my lips.
“Darlin?” Law says gently, his warmth pressing in around me. He smells like sandalwood and fresh cut grass. “You okay?”
I let out a long breath, eyes closing as I turn towards him. When my eyes flutter open again I catch sight of his naked chest, his kind eyes, his disheveled brown hair and the beard that he hasn’t shaved the last few days. I reach my hand up until it’s greeted with his hair and I fist it, dragging his lips to mine. The kiss is soft, far softer than I want but I let it be, pulling back an inch to break the kiss.
“I need you.” My voice is a husky whisper. But the answering growl that comes from Law sends my body spiraling into a needy mess. His strong arms grip me and lift me from the barn floor, my legs wrapping around his center as he reclaims my lips and walks us out of Daylily stalls. I pour every ounce of that needy feeling into the kiss as I devour his mouth, my hands brutal against his hair, pulling hard enough that he lets out a hiss.
He jerks backwards as he slams my back into one of the wooden walls. “We haven’t talked much on safewords darlin,” His breathing is ragged and eyes ablaze with a feral, dark, lust that has me shivering. “So if you need me to stop you say red and that’s it. You need to slow down, say yellow. Got it?”
I nod and when he raises his eyebrow I manage to speak. “Yes, daddy. I understand.” His eyes go wide and I offer a sheepish smile. “The walls are thin, and you and Logan aren’t exactly quiet.” True, I’ve heard them fucking many a time these past weeks. But the name stood out the very first time I saw Logan on his knees in front of Law. And while I haven’t been brave enough to test it out with Logan around, being alone with Law for the first time felt like the perfect opportunity.
Nerves swim through my veins as he stays silent. I’m about to apologize when he finally speaks.
“Such a good, smart girl.” He growls before he’s claiming my mouth again. The moan that comes from my throat sounds unholy as we get lost in the sensations. His mouth worshipingmy own before he starts to trail it down my neck, his teeth biting and nipping at the sensitive flesh.
“Please,” I whimper. “I need you.”
He lets his mouth trail down towards my collar bone before dipping and claiming my nipple through the thin material of my clothes. I arch into the feeling, suddenly feverishly hot. He pulls back, dropping me to the ground.
“Need you now darlin',” His eyes are dark as they take me in, my flushed cheeks, pebbled nipples, and no doubt wild hair. “But I’m not going to fuck you in the hay like some teenager.”
“Law!” His name falls from my mouth in a squeal as he tosses me over his shoulder, heading out of the hot barn and into the field that Ace chased me down in. “I can walk!”
My statement is met with a sharp swap to my ass. “If you plan to call me daddy, you’ll let me do whatever the fuck I want right now.” He pauses for a breath. “Unless you wanna safeword out.”
“No!” I practically scream. “No!” I say again.
He laughs, the sound rich and dangerous. “Good girl.”
The praise shoots straight to my core and I can practically feel myself dripping. I squirm, worried that when he puts me down his chest will be soaked with the mess I’m making. I watch, from my upside down vantage point, as his boots hit the gravel of the driveway seconds before he’s dropping the tailgate of his truck. He plants my ass hard on the plastic covering before his hands are on my face, in my hair, and roaming all over my body as he starts to kiss me again.
His fingers untie the corset top on the dress I’m wearing, dragging the material down until my tits spring free of the confines. I gasp as the warm morning air hits my oversensitive nipples. “Law!” His name falls from me in a reverent prayer as his mouth claims my tightening bud. His other hand kneads and pinches my other breast. “Oh fuck!” I practically sob as I’m overwhelmed with the sensations.
He switches to the other side, his warm, wet mouth now lavishing the one his hand was previously adoring. The sensations, the back and forth, all of it send me spiraling and I squirm under his touch. “Tell me what you need.” He demands between licking and kissing. “Tell me now darlin'.”
Words get lost as I’m overwhelmed by it all. “I.. I…” I stumble, unsure what to ask for because I want it all.
Law pulls back, his strong hands wrenching my knees apart. “Show me.” He demands. I scramble to yank my dress upward, uncaring that we are in broad daylight, in the driveway, on the back of his work truck. All I care about right now is obeying. When I lean back so Law can see me fully he lets out a groan and a curse.
“You got nothing under that dress?” He growls, voice dark and desperate. “Out here all wet, and waiting for daddy to take care of you?” I nod, biting my lip hard to keep back another embarrassing desperate cry.
His hands grab my hips and pull to the very edge of the tailgate, his own body dropping down between mine so his face is level with my bare, soaking, cunt. “Be a good girl and let me taste you.” He keeps his eyes locked on mine as he gives a tentative swipe of his tongue up my slit. “But no coming until I say, you got it?”
I think I nod but truthfully I have no fucking clue because in the next second his mouth on me. My hips jerk forward and I cry out as his mouth circles the tight bud of my clit and sucks. “Yes, oh! That feels… oh my god that feels so good!”
Law huffs against me. “Darlin, I could get used to you calling me god but let’s be clear, you’re on the back of my truck with my mouth eating your messy little cunt. So make sure you scream my name if you’re going to say anything.” His words spiral into me, sending a fresh wave of unholy need through me. “Now ride my face.”
