Page 42 of Property of The Grump

“My life here was nothing until the second you pulled in. Hell, the whole reason I put all this together was in the hopes that you’d find it someday when you needed it most. Then Tucker said he’d heard from someone that he thought was you, and my brain snapped. I was afraid he was wrong, that even if you did find us, there’d be no way you still felt anything for me.” He glances out the side window. “Then I saw you on the security camera in the back cabin and I knew you were pregnant. I’ve looked at that body so many times. I knew it the second you stepped out of your car.” He pulls into a small cabin tucked into the pines. The one with overgrown brush and late-season wildflowers poking up against the foundation. “Tell me you’re mine this time. Tell me you’re mine, little lamb. I need to hear it.”

Little lamb. My chest warms at the memory of him saying those words to me so many times before.

“I’m yours,” I say, heart pounding as he shuts off the truck’s engine and rounds to the passenger side, his big, warm hands lifting me out and carrying me toward the cabin as colored leaves fall to the ground. “The divorce papers are still sitting on Zane’s desk. I beg him every day to sign them. He’s not a good man. He’s done… that I,” I suck in a deep breath, recalling the menagerie of things he’s done over the years, “I’m glad you’re here.”

Kade nods and tucks me against his chest with a sigh.

It’s funny how you can be separated from someone for years, and one conversation later, everything is right back to where it was. It’s like we’re still in that rectory seven years ago. His heart is still mine, mine is still his, and no one can know.

He sets me down inside and closes the heavy wood door behind me, the scent of wood smoke in the air as he holds me against his chest. “I’ve really fucking missed you.”

“I missed you too. Are you okay? I can’t believe you went to prison. I… I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”

“I can’t believe I didn’t murder him. I’d have stayed in prison forever if it meant keeping you out of that man’s arms. So many fucking days I’d catch the news and see you cuddled up next to him, a smile on your face. I didn’t know what the fuck to think. I’d convince myself one day you were being forced, and by the next I’d think you thoughtIwas the monster. Maybe I am.”

“You’re not a monster, Kade.” I stare up at him, my breath quick, my heart quicker, until all at once, his lips are against mine and the scent of pine on his skin surrounds me.

God, I’ve missed this. Being touched like I was a prize. Being held like I was something someone was afraid to lose. Being cherished.

“Wren,” he says, voice low, “I have to confess. I’ve not been with anyone else, but I’ve thought the filthiest thoughts about you every day for the last seven years. I’ve beat scars into my cock thinking about the things we did, about the things I wish we’d done.”

“What do you wish we’d done?” I say, voice quivering, panties already soaked.

“I wish you’d have gotten on your knees for me. I wish I’d seen your mouth stretch over my cock. I wish I’d have bent you over, taken your hair into my fist, and fucked your little pussy raw.”

A shiver runs through me as he leans me against the back wall of the cabin and presses into my lips again, his thumb brushing against my chin. “I’m so sorry, little lamb. You’re safe now. I’ve got you. Always.”

“I know,” I say, bending down onto my knees, hitting the hard pine floor with a thud, “and I’ve got you too.”

He growls low under his breath and holds his gaze steady as he stares down at me, the war behind his eyes apparent. I can feel it shivering through his body, but right now, I want to take care ofhim.

Unbuckling his jeans, I tug out his massive cock and swallow him whole as he shivers. His dick pushes down my throat, gagging me as I grip hold of his shaft and pump over and over, my brain scanning back to the day he had me lean back in the church pew and touch myself for him. I’ve thought of that day so many times over the years.

It’s the only thing that got me through when Zane would force himself on me. I’d disappear to the rectory and the night Father Anderson and I spent in each other’s arms. I’d disappear to the night we spent with my ankles on his shoulders as he thrust his thick cock inside of me over and over again.

“Fucking hell… that’s good. Right there, little lamb.” His thick fingers weave into my hair and he pushes and pulls my mouth onto his fat cock quickly and erratically, like he’s losing control.

“Jesus fucking hell,” he groans. “Right the fuck there. Suck my cock just like a good girl.”

His voice is irregular and strained, and I feel his dick grow stiffer and stiffer against my tongue, until all at once, he’s spilling his seed in my throat with a growl.

“Fuck.” He stays there a second longer, thrusting into my mouth over and over again before finally pulling out.

“Show me, little lamb. Show me what you did.”

I open my mouth and let his come drip down my chin and onto my covered breasts, the taste of salt against my lips as my clit throbs.

His shoulders relax as he lifts me up from the ground and carries me back to the bed, his lips all over my skin as he strips off my clothes, kissing every inch of my body. My neck, my breasts, my stomach, my thighs, and finally my pussy.

He breathes me in, licking me, devouring me, eating me with a growl in his throat. His tongue twists around in circles, his thick fingers thrusting in and out, until I grind up against his face, rubbing my soaking pussy against his beard, as the deepest orgasm I’ve felt in years realigns every chakra in my soul.

He kisses the top of my head, the scent of me on his lips as the phone rings on the bedside table. This is what happened the last time we were together, and it was awful news.

My stomach tightens, wondering if it could be Zane.

No. How would he get this number? How would he know where I am?

“Yeah,” Kade says, a heavy sigh on his breath as he answers the phone. “What’s going on?”