Page 63 of It's Only Love

“Thank you, we’ve nearly finished downstairs now. Dean’s just finishing the back porch off, the garden is nearly done too, it’s all come together so quickly.”

“How do you feel about that?” he asked, furrowing his brow and she thought for a moment.

“Surprisingly okay, it’s been quite therapeutic actually, but I think upstairs will be harder.” He nodded in understanding, and then she heard heavy footsteps coming down the stairs.

“We need an electrician, the bathroom light has been on the fritz since the storm knocked the power out,” Dean said.

“Really? Ugh, perfect I can’t afford an electrician.”

“I’ll pay for it,” Beau offered, giving her a pointed stare.

“No one needs to pay for it,” Dean glared at him, “I’ve got a guy who owes me a favor, I’ll go and call him.”

“Thank you, Dean,” she said gratefully. He winked at her before heading outside to call his buddy. She and Beau chatted some more, catching up, then started teasing each other like siblings. Dean came back and confirmed the electrician would swing by tomorrow before stomping off again, and Beau went to join him to check out the porch.

She needed to break Dean out of his mood. She glanced around thinking and her eyes landed on the stairs, an evil grin playing at her lips as she decided it was time for a prank payback. She tiptoed to the top of the stairs and waited there until she heard him moving around in the kitchen. She let out a loud scream and then pounded down the stairs, ensuring she rebounded off the walls to make it sound like a realistic “fall”. She threw herself on the ground, twisting her leg backwards and moving an arm up behind her back at an awkward angle.

“Christy?!” His voice sounded panicked, and he came running. She had just enough time to wipe the smile off her face and twist her expression to one of pain as he found her.

“Holy shit!” he shouted, dropping to his knees beside her.

“My leg Dean, my leg, I think it’s broken!” she screamed, and smiled internally. Where do I go to collect my Oscar?

“It’s okay, darlin’, you’re going to be okay, oh my God that looks so bad, but you’re going to be okay!” he chanted, panic flaring in his eyes as he took in her arm and her leg. “Beau, get in here now!” he shouted and tried to slide his arm under her to pick her up, but she let out a pained moan and he dropped her. She didn’t want Beau getting caught up in their prank war, so she dropped the façade and started laughing. He reared back and stared down at her. After a moment, realization dawned on him, relief then annoyance playing across his face.

“Very funny,” he pouted, his pillowy bottom lip sticking out and it made her laugh harder.

“As funny as you pretending you lost your hand to the garbage disposal?” she countered, a smile tugging at his lips.

“Okay, we’re even,” he muttered before seriousness clouded his features, he gripped her tightly and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, she leaned into his touch.

“You scared me.”

“Well, you scared me too,” she retorted, and held his stare, placing her palm on his chest over his heart, it was pounding furiously. He covered her hand with his and held it gently, his grip warm. As they stared at each other, heat soared between them and this time there was no question, they both knew. He scooped her into his arms and headed for the stairs, urgency gripping them.

“No! Not here, can we go home?” she asked, then felt embarrassed at referring to his place as home. Before she could correct herself, he nodded and immediately turned and headed for the front door.

“Wait, my purse!”

Just then, Beau came into the living room and took in the fact that she was in Dean’s arms and they were heading for the door. Dean grabbed her purse and flung the front door open.

“We’re done for the day, see you tomorrow!” she called to Beau over Dean’s shoulder, and Beau shouted, “I’ve only been here five minutes!” The sound of his laughter following them out the door.

The drive to Dean’s was long, it felt like a lifetime, the cabin of the truck steeped in silence and white-hot tension. They didn’t speak, didn’t touch each other. When they pulled up outside his house, they both jumped out and ran up to the front door. When they were inside, she reached for him, but he picked her up again, swinging an arm under her legs.

“I want you in my bed, now,” he growled, and her stomach clenched in anticipation. He carried her upstairs to his room and laid her down across his bed. She tore at his clothes and he tore at hers, their movements frenzied and uncoordinated. When they were both naked, she moved to cover herself, but hesitated and changed her mind. He has seen her naked already and she knew he wanted her. His eyes drifted over her curves, lingering, heating before coming to her face. She lifted her chin defiantly, she found power in her confidence, the chains of insecurity broken, and it was exhilarating. He gripped her chin and stared into her eyes.

“You’re exquisite,” he murmured. He bent down and pressed his lips softly to hers, sipping at her with gentle, seductive kisses. He played at her mouth, easing it open to accept him inside. When their tongues touched, they both moaned, and the sweet kiss changed into a frenzied mating. Biting, sucking until she was writhing on the bed, her hands roving over his hard flesh.

They pulled apart panting, his lips swollen, eyes glazed with arousal, and her heart stuttered in her chest. He bent his head and kissed down her chest, holding her closely to him. He pressed his face between her breasts, closing his eyes and enjoying the intimacy they found. He nuzzled his way across to her breast and kissed her nipple. She tangled her hands in his hair, and he moved to her other breast to give it the same attention. His hand stroked over her hips, then brushed across her sex, but moved away to stroke her stomach. She tried not to let her frustration show, but she needed him to touch her, like, now.

She arched her hips and the message was received as he slid his hand down between her damp folds and brushed over her bundle of nerves. She moaned loudly, and he released her nipple to watch her. He rubbed small circles around her clit, his slick fingers creating wonderful sensations. He moved down and pushed a finger inside her and cursed as her muscles tightened around him.

“You feel so good, always,” he grunted, his eyes closing. She arched into his hand and he pressed another finger inside her, curling them both. He opened his eyes and met her stare as he thrust them in and out of her. He used his palm to press against her clit, she moaned again at the feeling. His jaw clenched and sweat beaded across his brow. She was so close, she knew he wanted to watch her like before. Last time she hadn’t been able to meet his stare, it felt too intimate. Now, she reveled in the intensity of it, wanting to show him exactly how he made her feel. She held his gaze, he moved his fingers faster and put more pressure on her clit. Her breathing deepened and she felt her orgasm coiling, it would be explosive. Her eyelids fluttering closed in pleasure, she couldn’t fight the reaction.

“Look at me.” His words, a command and a plea and she was helpless to resist. She swung her eyes back to his as her sex started quivering. Her climax ripped through her, her core clenching tightly and she cried out, maintaining eye contact with Dean the whole time. Her body quaked with aftershocks, and she felt herself shaking with emotion. She felt stripped bare to him, raw and sensitive like a wound. She clapped her hands over her eyes to try and stop the tears from forming. He pulled her hands away, showering her face with kisses and murmuring gentle words to soothe her. He told her how beautiful she was, how amazing they were together and how much he desired her.

She pulled away and looked at him, desire sharp in those fiery blue eyes of his. He pulled her onto her side, grabbed her leg and slung it over his hip. He lined them up and slid inside her to the hilt. She cried out as she felt him thick and hard inside her. He pulled out and slammed in again, her eyes flew open as she gasped. Her eyes found his as he slammed into her again and again, and before long a second orgasm was building. His hand gripped her ass tightly, pulling her against him as he thrust. He groaned, dipping down to take her mouth, he thrust his tongue in time with his hips until she couldn’t hold out any longer. She came, hard, and he swallowed the moan that wrenched from her throat. Her core clenched around his cock, gripping it tightly and she felt him thicken inside her before he grunted and followed her over the edge.

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