Page 47 of Four Calling Birds

“What?”

“When you sent the unsigned papers, I spent days trying to figure out if you were fucking with me.” God, the whole thing sounded so stupid now, but there it was. “I thought you were trying to make things difficult for me, just for the sake of it. So, I decided that we weren’t going to divorce. I burned the papers. If you wanted to be rid of me, then you’d have to get yourself a lawyer and start the process again.”

He placed his lips against my throat and started to laugh. It was a deep, rumbling sound that made his entire body shake. I tightened my thighs around his waist, crossing my legs at the ankle.

“God, I would build you a house at the bend in the river where the cottonwood grows,” His hot breath was on my skin, sending shivers down my spine. He was quoting that John Wayne film again, and it made me melt. “Tell me your name again.”

I couldn’t help the smile that pulled at my lips.

“You may call me Mrs. William McClanahan,” I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as he tilted his head back to look at my eyes. Those light amber eyes were sparkling with joy.

“Is that right?” He said, thrusting his hips forward. I felt his hard cock rub against my folds through his flannel bottoms. Then his eyes darkened, all humor gone, as his hand came between us. With just two fingers, he tugged at my underwear, and I felt the seams cut into my skin before it ripped, leaving my bare ass exposed to the warm air. “You better mean it, Lotte. Because if you walk away again—”

“I won’t!”

“— I will hunt you down and bring you back. I’ll fucking tie you to the bed until you’re too spent to walk.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,husband.”

He groaned. What was it about calling someone your husband or wife that was such a turn on? His free hand between us nudged his trousers down, unleashing his thick cock. He grabbed it by the base, guiding it between us, and I watched in rapt fascination as he navigated it to my entrance until the large tip pushed me open. I moaned as he pushed my walls. I couldn’t look away.

In our time as man and wife, he had entered me hundreds, probably thousands of times. And every time felt new. Every time felt like coming home, with fireworks and bonfires, and magic.

“Careful, love,” he said with a chuckle against my ear. “Or I’ll think you’re only staying for the sex.”

“As if you’d be mad about that,” I tried to laugh, but moaned, as he pushed further into me. Slowly. So slowly, but not slow enough that my body could adjust to his girth.

He filled me to the hilt, and I felt his tip pushing my innermost walls so hard that I thought I would bruise, I finally closed my eyes, savoring our connection.

“I don’t care why you stay,” he bit down on my shoulder. “As long as you stay.”

He pulled out until only the tip remained, and I felt that distraught, empty feeling, wanting to get him back inside. But I waited, patiently. When he didn’t thrust back inside, I whined, “Please!”

He chuckled against my skin, licking a trail up my throat. “Stay still, wife. Let your husband get what he needs.”

“Youneedto fuck me!”

He thrust inside deep, and hard, pressing me against the wall. He found a slow and steady rhythm, and I felt every single inch of movement.

“You belong in me,” I moaned, my hands grasping at his shoulders.

“I do, don’t I?” He planted his lips on mine as he found a new rhythm. A rougher, harder pace, and I whimpered with every movement until I felt the familiar toe-curling squeeze as my entire body heated and tensed. I was about to come. I wanted to tell him so, but he swallowed my moans and my words, his mouth never letting up as he kept thrusting and thrusting.

I screamed against his mouth, his tongue swallowing it all as my body burst in white hot ecstasy.

And still, he kept thrusting. Pushing. Unrelenting.

His hand came to my hair, taking a fistful in his hand as he pulled his lips away to growl, “You belong right here.”

His own cry of pleasure echoed through the room as I felt his hot liquid coat my walls, filling me past what I thought I could take. I went limp in his arms, overcome by sudden exhaustion as the weight of my journey collapsed about me.

“I love you,” I whispered as my body began to shut down, my head giving into the darkness of sleep. “Don’t let me fall.”

“No, wife,” he whispered. “I’m here to catch you.”

27. Christmas

Mack

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