Her hand slips from my cock, and then her fingers are gripping the blades of grass beneath her, as my fingers move faster and faster inside of her creamy cunt. She is dripping for me, for my finger fucking.
She moans as I finger fuck her. I move deep inside of her, causing her juicy pussy to coat the grass beneath her, she squirts as I ride her cunt like it was made for.
"Oh, James. It's too much. I can't. My body doesn't–"
My girl doesn't know what she needs. Her body has never been touched like this, but I already can sense that her body is going to love it. I press another finger inside of her, moving faster now, my thumb running over her exposed clit, throbbing under my touch.
I move fast inside of her until I feel the walls of her pussy throb, aching for release as it showers over my hand, she comes everywhere. She's dripping; no, that's not what's happening. She's gushing. Her body has been pent up for far too long, waiting for this moment under the oak tree. There is nothing here but a black, star-filled sky, she and I. This is the moment we've been waiting our entire lives for. And now we have it.
Now we have one another.
"James, come in me now, come in me now," she begs. My cock is still so fucking hard, and I'm not gonna wait for her to ask me again. She knows what she needs, and I'll give my girl anything she wants.
I press my cock inside her, thrusting deep into her tight pussy. Her legs wrap around me effortlessly, her ass raised off the ground and my hands run up her stomach toward her beautiful tits. Tits that bounce with each thrust I give her. She steadies them with her hands, but I push her hands away. I want to see them move, her hard nipples, her creamy skin. But she shakes her head, barely enough for me to notice.
"What is it, love?"
"They're just tender." Her words are soft, muffled as I come inside. Ribbons of my manhood fill her up to her very core. Good, I want my come deep inside of her, filling her up with all I have to give.
"Tender?" I ask as I pound her perfection.
"Yes, tender."
I come in her, hard, and she comes too, moaning as we exhaust ourselves in one another.
I lean over her, my elbows resting in the grass, my hands pushing away her hair from her forehead.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes," she says, smiling. "It's just..."
"You can tell me. You can tell me anything. Is it that time of the month?" I ask. "Because I don't want you to feel like you have to—"
She shakes her head. "No. It's not that."
"Then what is it, love?"
"It's just—" She bites her bottom lip. "I think you need to come inside and see for yourself."
Chapter Eleven
James is here. And I’m leading him to my stolen house—his uncle's cabin. I'm not sure when my messed-up life became a fairy tale... but today it did. It's like the universe is rewarding me for finally taking the risk I always dreamt about.
Rewarding me with the man I thought was gone from me forever.
He filled me under the oak tree and it felt like everything wrong in the world was suddenly right.
He holds my hand, marveling at us both being here, but my stomach is churning with anticipation, knowing what is through the doors of the cabin.
His children.
"I'm trying to understand how you ended up here," he says, squeezing my hands tightly as we pass my tiny garden, my beat-up van. "How long have you been here?"
"About a month."
"Why didn't you tell Harper you were here? You know Honor lives on this mountain now, too? Got herself married, even."
I shake my head. "I didn't know that... but I don't want anyone to know where I am. You know how the church is... what if they come looking for me?"
"We could go to the cops."
"No, James. I don't want that mess in my life..." But really, I'm not thinking about me. I'm thinking about the babies. If I rat out George... who will come after me? It's too dangerous.
"You need to use your voice though, make sure no one—"
"James," I tell him, stopping at the base of the small porch. "I made sure nothing bad happened to my family by living like I did."
"Family?" His eyes narrow. "What does that mean?"
I push open the front door, a finger pressed to my lip. Nodding toward the bassinets in the living room.
"You’re a mother?" James's face goes white. I know this is going to be a lot to take in... when he pulled up here tonight he had no idea I would be here, waiting.
And now... now he is going to discover he is the father of three.
"I had triplets three months ago."
James runs his hands over his beard—a look that is taking no getting used to. He looks so handsome like this: rugged, strong and capable. I know with all my heart that he is going to be an incredible father.