Page 39 of Love Unbound
“No,” Free ground out, his breathing harsh. “Wait, Jodi.”
“No, please,” she moaned, moving her hips against him. Her hands moved up his back to splay wide on his shoulders. He lowered himself ever so slightly, until his chest rested against her breasts. “I need you.”
“Oh, sweetheart, you have me,” he breathed against her lips.
Capturing his mouth with her own, she kissed him hungrily. With a low groan, Free slid inside her, burying his rock-hard cock to the hilt in one smooth thrust. He ground his hips into hers, driving deeper, and she cried out against his mouth, “Holyfuck, yes.”
“Christ, Jodi,” he panted raggedly, and she reveled in the feel of him. She moved her body beneath his, taking him deeper, smiling against his mouth when he shuddered and groaned gutturally. “Oh, god, you feel so good.”
Circling her hips against his again, she clutched at his taut shoulders. “Free, please.”
Finally beginning to move, Free rolled his hips, retreating and then sinking fully into her again. With each deep, slow thrust of his body into hers, she met him with a lift of her hips. He whispered ragged words of pleasure into her ear as they rocked together. His movements began to quicken, and she met him eagerly, pushing her hips against his hard as he pumped into her. Their lips met in fervent kisses as sweat began to make their bodies slick. Jodi pulled him closer, harder, pressing him with her hands.
Jodi shuddered as spasms began to close her body around his and she tore her mouth from his to cry his name in alarm at the intensity.
“No, don’t stop,” he growled fiercely, and she gasped when he gripped a handful of her hair in his hand, forcing her to look up into his face. He was darkly handsome, this ferociousness thrilling her. “Don’t you dare stop now. Come for me.”
Jodi cried out and her head fell back, his fingers still clutching her curls, pulling tight enough to sting. Her body wasn’t hers anymore; her thighs and abdomen shaking uncontrollably with the power of her climax. Her hips slammed against his, taking him as deep as she possibly could.
“That’s my good girl,” she heard him growl darkly, and she was sure if she hadn’t already shattered into a million pieces, those words alone would have done it. She clasped him close as her body convulsed around his, driving him to his own orgasm. Free growled gutturally as he came hard, pounding into heragain and again, then stilling, buried inside her as deeply as he could go.
Jodi clutched him close even as their bodies continued to tremble. Free collapsed half on top of her and they held onto one another as they panted raggedly. Free pressed tender kisses to her dewy forehead, while her hands smoothed up and down his sweat slicked back, refusing to let him go. Her legs remained locked around his narrow hips, holding him inside her.
Finally, after what felt like forever, Free lifted his head and peered down into her flushed face. She blushed, but smiled radiantly.
“I’ve waited so long for you, for this…” he whispered ardently, brushing stray tendrils away from her face and kissing her sweetly, lingeringly. Jodi smiled against his lips, his own tilting up into a contented grin.
Chapter 28
Free woke early, opening his eyes, letting them adjust to the gray-blue of early dawn filtering through the window across the room. Yawning quietly and turning his head, he was careful not to wake Jodi who lay sleeping beside him. He watched her as she slept for long minutes, her dark curls tousled from sleep and from his fingers, her dark lashes resting against her cheekbones.
He contemplated waking her, aching to slide between her thighs as he’d done several hours before when they’d awoken together in the middle of the night, reaching for each other instinctively. She sighed in her sleep, her lips parting slightly, and he smiled. He’d let her sleep.
Sliding out from beneath the sheet, he padded quietly to the bathroom after picking his discarded boxer briefs, suit pants, and the button-down shirt. Dressing quickly, he slipped out of the bathroom and through the bedroom, grabbing his boots as he went.
He stopped in the kitchen, rifling through cupboards and drawers until he found the fixings to start a pot of coffee to brew. He located a pen and scrawled a quick note on a napkin, leaving it by the coffee maker before letting himself out the front door just as the sun started to make its ascent above the horizon.
Driving the short way to Shane’s, he let himself in the empty house. The newlyweds had stayed in a hotel for the night, before traveling to their destination for their long-awaited honeymoon. Taking off the suit pants and shirt, he folded both pieces over the back of a chair that sat in the corner of the bedroom. Grabbinga fresh pair of underwear, jeans, and a clean shirt from his suitcase, he headed into the bathroom to take a short shower.
Dressing and heading out to the barn out the backdoor, he ducked into the chicken coop, fetching freshly laid eggs from the laying hens, then refilled the water bucket and scratch feeder, before heading to the goat pen. It was easy, mindless work, leaving his mind free to wander to the night he’d just spent with Jodi.
They’d fallen asleep together late, languid and sated, Jodi draped loosely over his chest. He’d woken in the middle of the night to her wrapping her arm around his waist from behind him, and his cock had hardened almost instantly at her touch, ready for her again. Rolling over to face her, she’d pulled him to her in the darkened room, rolling to her back and letting him settle between her thighs easily. He’d protested for the briefest moment, worried she would be tender and sore, but she shushed him with her lips and reached for him, guiding him to enter her. It was all the invitation he’d needed, sliding into her without another moment’s hesitation. It had been quick and hard, different than the first time. He’d collapsed after coming hard, panting into her shoulder before raising himself over her, brushing her sweat-dampened hair away from her face.
“What do you do to me?” he’d husked, and she’d smiled triumphantly, drawing circles with her fingertips along the ridges of his ribs. He kissed her quickly, soundly, before tucking her against his front.
As he’d drifted back to sleep, one thought had come to him, one that thrilled him more than he would have liked to admit out loud.
She was his.
Chapter 29
Jodi woke by slow degrees, stretching widely, amazed at how her muscles ached deliciously. The sun was coming up through her bedroom window, leaving rays dancing across the floor where they touched the side of the bed. Reaching out one hand, she sat up when her hand touched nothing but the empty bed beside her where Free had been sleeping. Pulling the sheet up to cover her breasts, she glanced over the foot of the bed, her brow furrowing when his clothes and boots were missing. Hurt made her throat tight, and she kicked herself for thinking Free had wanted anything more from her than what he’d finally gotten.
“You big dumb idiot,” she muttered to herself before sighing heavily and swinging her legs over the side of the bed and walking to the bathroom. Pulling on a thin robe, she called herself all kinds of names as she moved down the hall to the kitchen.
The smell of fresh coffee perked her senses, and when she came around the corner, she realized he must have made it before sneaking out, which made no sense to her still sleep fogged brain. A scrap of white by the coffee maker caught her eye, and she stepped over to it, relief sweeping through her as she read the scrawl of his handwritten note.
Had to run to Shane’s. Be right back.
