Page 72 of Cedar Edge
“Need you now Cricket.” Ace leans back only enough so he can spit on his dick, rubbing the lubrication up and down before he’s pressing into me.
I arch upward, the intrusion deliciously painful. We both groan as he bottoms out deep within me, pausing for just a moment before he’s thrusting. My back arches upward, tits pressing to the sky which he takes as an offering as he leans down and sucks the flesh into his mouth. I cry out at the mix of teeth and tongue against my nipple.
He pulls back, the bud standing erect in the morning light, before moving to my other. Back and forth he moves all while he fucks me slow and deep. When he sits back, dragging my hips upward with him, he smirks down at my tits covered in his marks.
“Someday I’m going to put a baby in you,” The words shock me before I’m gushing around his thick cock. “You like that idea? Fuck Thea you’d look so god damn sexy carrying my baby.” More arousal drips from me and my fingers dig into whatever part of him I can reach.
His thick fingers reach down, pressing into my clit and working me past the point of rational thought. “Sir!” I cry out.
“That’s it Thea, let yourself go. I wanna feel that tight cunt sucking my cock until I fill you up. I wanna breed you.” The words may not seem like the kinkiest thing he’s ever said to me but something about them feels forbidden and my orgasm crashes into me fast and furious. My muscles clenching as stars seem to burst in front of my face. My cry echoes through our garden as I soak his cock.
Ace follows me seconds later, my orgasm still fluttering through my veins as his own release claims him. He drops his forehead to mine, panting, as he holds his body hovering overmy own. He keeps his cock sheathed in me as if neither of us want to break the spell this moment created.
“Did you mean it?” I ask tentatively.
He doesn’t ask what I’m referring to but he does pull back slowly and the emptiness overtakes me as his cock slips free. For a moment I want to cry at the loss but his fingers slip into the mess we’ve created as though he can’t fathom anything spilling to the ground under us. He pushes in and out of me, eyes glued to my pussy as he does it. He’s gentle about it, the touch not one that should turn me on another and yet I can feel myself cresting once more. When the orgasm takes me it's in a soft, warm wave. So unlike the first one we shared. It brings tears to my eyes and sob breaks from my lips.
“Such a good girl. So pretty when you cum for me.” He praises before he slips his fingers free. My eyes struggle to stay open and my whole body seems to melt as Ace gathers me into his arms. I can feel our bodies moving as he carries me across the garden but consciousness fades from me rapidly.
When I seem to come to awareness again I feel his lips sweep over my forehead, my body laying against the cool sheets of my bed. “I’ll give you a baby someday Thea, I’ll give you the world once it’s safe.”
Those words haunt me as sleep drags me under once more.
Nervously bouncing on the balls of my feet, I watch from the porch as Law throws his gear into the back of his tuck. I had woken with a start, a nightmare of Royce chasing me from my slumber just as Logan had walked in to wake me up. It was like the world had transformed into something new, as though I’d been asleep for months and not just an hour. Thick snow hadbegun falling, blanketing anything and everything. Winter was suddenly upon us.
“This is part of his job, Law is smart. He’ll be okay.” Logan says, coming to stand next to me. But I’m not just worried about Law… It’s Ace too. He was gone when I awoke, while his scent had lingered on the pillow but the bed was cold to the touch. And his words… fuck they still felt like they were hovering in the air around me.
The nightmare had sent my anxiety ratcheting back up, leaving me uneasy. It’s been months since Royce had been put in jail. Months of calm and healing. My therapist would remind me that it’s normal for someone with PTSD to have flashbacks, to have bouts of more intense anxiety because of my triggers. But this feels bigger, more ominous than a PTSD flair up.
It was just a nightmare, you are being ridiculous.
Wrapping my arms around my center I keep watching as he checks, and re checks, his supplies before shutting the tailgate. Law pushes his hat upward, locking eyes with mine. He smiles, two fingers beckoning me forward. It’s all the invitation I need and I’m launching myself into the snowglobe world and into his arms. and He catches me with ease, my legs coming around his center.
“I’m going to miss you too baby girl” He says in a quiet, deep voice. “It's a quick search and rescue, no doubt some tourist needing help down the trail.”.
The words are on the tip of my tongue to tell him to stay, that it's not right he AND Ace are gone. But it feels crazy, even in my own mind. So instead I burrow my nose deeper into his neck to avoid demanding he stay home.
You are being silly. It’s nothing.
Law chuckles, rubbing my back for a moment until he is able to pry me free and look me in the eyes. “I love you, you got it? I’m coming home to you I promise.” His green eyes fill with suchearnest truth that for a moment the gut instinct to stay clung to him like a goddamn starfish wavers, my legs slipping enough that Logan is able to pull me free and into his embrace. “And so is Ace.”
His words are hollow though, doing nothing to quell this unsettling feeling that something bad is going to happen.
It’s just the nightmare. It’s just the nightmare.
But in the back of my mind I hear a dark laugh that I haven’t heard in so long.
“Theadora…”
I shake my head trying to make Royce shut up as both Logan and I watch as Law climbs into his truck, the engine rumbling to life before his tires are crunching the snow painted drive. I stand in the snow until the taillight fades, the unease growing steadier and steadier.
“They shouldn’t be gone.” I whisper to the empty driveway.
Logan plants a kiss on my temple, his body warm and steady. “They’ll be okay Tink, I promise.”
You shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep.
From inside the house I hear Logan’s cell ring and I offer him a reassuring squeeze to his hand that he can go get it. I meander up onto the porch, covered from the snow, but still remain outside. As if my presence alone will call them back here.
