Page 8 of Mail Order Bride for the Scrooge

“Gannon,” my voice is loud in the room and his eyes snap open. His head turns slowly toward me and the haunted void staring at me has me climbing onto the bed on instinct. He gasps as I cover his body with mine and cling to him. “Gannon,” I sob out and bury my face in his neck.

“Lake?” He sounds unsure and I can feel his body vibrating underneath me. I squeeze him tighter, hoping I’m not making a mistake. “I was,” he cuts himself off and shakes his head before he splays his large hand over my back and starts to rub up and down my spine. Like he’s comforting me. His voice cracks, “Did I wake you? I’m sorry.”

I shush him and kiss his neck, needing to do something…anything. “You didn’t wake me. I couldn’t sleep. Maybe I shouldn’t have come in here, but you sounded like you were in pain. Then I saw your face and I knew you were having a nightmare. I’m sorry if I crossed a line.” Tears are streaming down my face, and I don’t know why, but seeing him in pain hurts me. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, little present,” he murmurs, and I feel the way the muscles of his throat move as he swallows hard. “I have,” he blows out a breath, “nightmares.”

As his breathing returns to normal, I become very fucking aware he’s naked. Probably because he’s now hard and my pussy is positioned almost directly over him.

“You’re naked,” I whisper against his skin.

He barks out a laugh and I jerk upright while straddling his hips and look down at him in wonder. His laugh is rough, but it’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. I want to hear him laugh more. All the time, really.

“I am,” there’s a challenge in his voice he backs up by arching an eyebrow.

I rock my hips without even thinking about it, and he groans before his large hands come down on my hips. He doesn’t hold me in place, but I can feel the control he’s holding onto with the way his fingers flex against my body.

When I slide between his legs, he lets me go, his gaze curious and full of heat. “What are you doing, Lake?”

“I don’t know,” I whisper and grip the base of his shaft. When I look back up the length of his body, I force myself to ask, “Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” he grits out through his teeth.

He’s so hard and pre-cum is already dribbling out of the top of his cock and down his length. It’s so fucking sexy, and it makes me feel powerful. I probably shouldn’t do this. But the need to taste him, the need to make him feel something other than the remnants of his nightmare, is riding me hard.

I slide my tongue around the crown of his cock, and he lets out a guttural sound which has my thighs clenching. When I slide him between my lips, his eyes are practically glittering in the low light from the moon coming in through the large windows in his room. The light dances along the planes of his body, highlighting his muscles as they bunch.

I take him as deep as I can before sliding back up while increasing my suction. When his fingers slide through my hair and pull it back into a ponytail, I expect him to take control. He doesn’t.

The way he bites his lip as he watches me, awe written across his face, makes me feel bold. I start to bob up and down his cock as I roll his balls with my hand.

“Fuck, little present,” he growls. “You have no idea how heavenly your mouth is. I could die a happy man with your lips wrapped around my cock.”

His words spur me on, and I move faster, wanting him to feel good, wanting to erase whatever gripped him in a torturous loop. I want to erase the memory of the way his face was contorted in pain. This is the way.

It’s the only way I know how, and it feels right.

When he starts to pump his hips, I relax and let him fuck my mouth as I keep moving. I can feel his pulse in the veins running up his length as his balls start to tighten in my hand.

“Fuck,” he barks. “So close.” Something glitters in his eyes, something possessive that sends a shiver down my spine. “You’re going to swallow my cum like a good little wife, Lake.”

It’s not a question and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I moan around him when he’s buried as deep in my mouth as I can get him, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat. The sound he makes has me on edge and I’m not even touching myself. But this isn’t about me. It’s about him and slaying his demons.

He needs me.

It’s crystal clear to me. I’m right where I’m supposed to be.

As Gannon’s fingers tighten in my hair and he roars out my name, I swallow down his cum and let the warmth of him fill me. I make sure to swallow everything he gives me, loving the look of pride in his eyes. When I slide my lips back up his length, I make sure to clean him as I go.

Gannon blinks at me when I sit back on my heels, his arms falling to his sides for a moment before he’s reaching for me and rolling us until he’s wrapped around my back. He cocoons me in his warmth and my eyes flutter and start to slide closed.

“Give me a moment and then I’m burying my cock inside of you,” he growls against the back of my neck.

I pat his arm and shake my head. “That was all for you. I wanted to slay your demons.”

“Lake,” he croaks, disbelief ringing through one word in a way that makes my heart feel lighter.

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