Chapter 66

ASHLEY

We had to sell the house that Matt bought with that money.

It felt like a lie like it wasn’t right to keep it.

Within a week of us listing it, for way cheaper than we bought it, it was sold.

I wasn’t giving up my Aunt’s cabin, though.

The night we sold the house, it felt like a weight had lifted off of my shoulders. Like we could start fresh, move on, and forward with our lives. We decided to live in the cabin until we could find or build a different house for a new beginning.

I still didn’t let Matt do any more than kiss me.

I knew he ached for me, knew he needed me. He was more possessive, more jealous, and it just felt so damn good to know that he missed and wanted me. I needed him to show me how much.

I needed him to need me like air.

After we sold the house, we made the long drive back to the cabin howling and singing to the music on my car’s radio. It felt like high school again, like we were two crazy kids just connecting and getting to know each other all over.

I parked the car and didn’t immediately head up. “What is it?” he asked.

He looked cautious like he was worried I was still mad at him. “Come here,” I said.

He walked around the car and I leaned against the driver’s door. “How badly do you need me?”

“What?” he looked caught off-guard.

“Tell me you need me,” I said.

“I need you,” he replied without pause. “How badly?”

After a moment, his face changed from confusion to something else. He seemed to get what I was asking and crowded in close to me.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you for a fucking second in the last couple weeks,” he murmured. “I couldn’t even last a day without trying to come up to this cabin after you left, fuck, even just catching your scent drove me fucking wild,” his lips were against my ear as he growled this out.

He slipped his fingers through the belt loops of my jeans, pulling my waist against him.

“It felt like death every day I haven’t been able to claim you as mine,” he murmured. “You maced a man, had to defend yourself, I was fucking ravenous.”

I could feel how quickly he was getting turned on just being this close to me.

“Sleeping in the same bed as you, not being able to just roll over and touch you, grab you,” he was still holding back.

He wasn't going to do a damn thing until I permitted him.

If I was vindictive, if I was still mad at him, I would have just left him like this, but I needed him, too. I was just barely able to distract myself with work and Aunt Kay’s terrible soap operas.

“Then touch me,” I said softly.

He went from zero to a hundred at this permission! Kissing me roughly, he pulled me up and pinned me against the door of my car. One of his hands cupped my hip to keep me up, while his other slid from my neck to my chest.

He ground against me, his erection felt hard even through our pants. I gasped out in arousal, pulling his shirt most of the way off so I could touch his abs. The scars left a soft indent across his chest, what he did to try and protect me.

I rolled my hips against his motions, breathless at how good the friction felt.

Still, out in the open where the forest could watch wasn’t where I wanted to do this.

“Be a good boy, let’s go in,” I muttered against his lips.

He growled his response at my words, pulling me away from the car to put me down.

I took his shirt off the rest of the way and then led him up the stairs. He was mine.

He needed to remember that.

We hardly made it past the door, slamming it closed and pulling the blinds shut, when he was already unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans. I could see how he wanted to make penance, and I was going to allow it.

I was bare from the waist down, and he pressed me against the door, slid down to his knees, and lifted one of my legs onto his shoulder. His hair was short on the sides, longer on top, I loosely grasped it as he dove his face between my thighs.

It was immediate lighting, immediate thunderbolts of pleasure from all this pent-up need. He licked from my entrance to my clit, tasting me and moaning as he did it. I gasped at the sensation, gripping his hair a little tighter as he rolled his tongue over my clit like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted.

I could feel one of his hands slide up my thigh, slow and teasing. Unable to hold back my excitement, I bucked against his face a little, but he held me still with his other hand and pinned me against the door. He started with two fingers immediately, pressing them into me roughly and fast, like he wanted in me so desperately he didn’t care what part of him got to do it.

Looking down, I realized his eyes were on me while he did it. I watched to see how good it felt.

I moaned. He was so incredibly hot it just wasn’t fair.

We’d been together many times before, but this was different, this was new and rough and needy. Matt sucked on my clit a little while curling his thick fingers inside of me, and I came so hard I almost crumpled down where I was standing. He kissed my stomach, pulling up my shirt to kiss my chest and my neck. We pulled my shirt off the rest of the way and his lips were on mine, hot and desperate.

I kissed him back, it was messy and rough, but he picked me up and I couldn’t wait to see how much further we could take it.

Carrying me to our bed, he laid me down on it and tore off his pants and underwear.

I unhooked my bra and threw it aside.

Finally.

He chased me onto the bed, kissing me, groping, feeling, stealing touches that he must have thought about desperately for the last week.

“What do you want?” I asked breathlessly.

“I want to fuck you so hard into this mattress, fill you so much that there’ll be no doubt that you’re mine,” he growled. “I’m going to make it so nobody will question it, your scent and mine are gonna be the same,” he punctuated this last sentence by sucking a deep mark into my neck.

Any higher and it would be visible even when I wore my scrubs for work.

He was getting bolder.

We rolled against each other, he spread my thighs, and without any hesitation, his cock was pressing into me. "Ah, Matt," I gasped his name. We hadn't had sex in at least a month, he'd been pulling back from me for so long, that this felt like a fantasy. Something too good to be a real sensation.

Pushing in further, filling me with his hot length, he kissed me like he was making sure I’d never leave. Pulling back, he thrust in again and I felt breathless.

“Yes, yes! Oh, my God!” I managed out. I could feel every muscle in his chest and abs working for every thrust. His thighs slapped against my ass, and they were firm. He was almost built just to fuck me, to fill me and satisfy me. I had to close my eyes, it felt too good to focus on anything but the sensation, and he started sucking hickeys into my breasts.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he moaned against my skin. “I never wanted anything in life as badly as I’ve wanted you.”

The words gave me a heady feeling, I believed him. I loved him so God damned much.

We moved, changing positions so that I was on top, and I rode him even though my thighs were shaking. He looked gorgeous, wasted with pleasure, spread out beneath me like I was the only thing keeping him alive. Matt’s hands tightened on my hips, he guided me through it and slowed me down a little.

Oh, he was close. Good.

I rolled my hips a little more on every drop onto his lap, and I could feel him trying so hard not to buck up into me, not to let this end. I was close, too, though, and I wasn’t going to pass on us coming together. I moaned,

letting my hand slide against my clit, while I leaned back a little on his cock. The angle made him brush against my G-spot, sending me so close to another orgasm that a feather could have pushed me over.

His hips hit my ass two more times and it was over.

I threw my head back, still riding him as I came, until I felt his hands plunge me down one more time and hold me there desperately.

“Oh, my God! Oh, my God!” I could hear myself murmuring it between moans. My body was milking him dry, making sure there was no chance of me not getting pregnant. This was our first time without any kind of protection and our bodies were on a mission.

Sliding off his cock, I collapsed down onto the bed beside him to catch my breath.

“Holy shit,” he breathed out. “Yeah,” I agreed.

Leaning over, he kissed me. Tenderly, slowly. I kissed him back and cradled his face in my hands.

“Why don’t we just live here?” he asked.

I laughed, thinking he was just talking out of his ass.

“No, I’m serious, let’s live here. We could add onto the house …” “If the forest would let us,” I laughed again.

“I don’t know, they seem to like us alright.”

I thought about it for a moment, before shrugging and sighing.

“Okay, let’s give it a try,’ I caved. He smiled and kissed me, taking my lips for his own.

I’d have to thank that forest someday for saving his life, twice. I owed it my world.