Her words… so simple, said with somewhat of a child’s view on the world, and yet they slam into me like a nuclear punch. My voice actually shakes when I ask her, “Why do you say that?”
She gives me a sly smile and leads the dog over to a hook on the wall that has a leash. Taking it, she snaps it to his collar. “He looks at you the way he looks at me. That’s how I know.”
An overload of emotion swarms through me, making my chest ache and feel warm at the same time. Only one man has ever said he loved me and that was a man who absolutely lied about it. Other men have come close, but I never let them get the words out of their mouths, the thought of hearing it almost sending me into a full-blown panic.
Which begs the question… does Tenn really love me and if so, how do I feel about it?
Little bursts of panic that recede just as quickly as they exploded, then a nice feeling of comfort settles over me. A secure feeling. Peace, maybe?
The thought of Tenn loving me is… actually okay, I think.
Now I just have to figure out what my feelings are for him, because as much as I’ve learned over the many years I’ve played at being a seductress, the one thing I know absolutely nothing about is what it really means to love a man.
“Are you sure you’re okay walking up there by yourself?” Tenn asks Zoey for the third time as he hands her over a twenty-dollar bill.
Typical Zoey, she shoots him the old teenage eye roll. “Yes, Dad. You can see the pier from here. It’s not like I’m traveling to Mozambique.”
I snicker and start walking up the stairs to my house. We just got back from The Haven, and I have to get ready for work. Zoey asked if she could go up to the pier because some of the friends she had made on the beach over the last week will be up there hanging out. Tenn is about ready to freak out about his daughter wandering off, and I think it’s adorable.
“When will you be back?” he asks.
“Few hours?” she asks back, to make sure that’s okay.
“Fine,” he grumbles, and she turns to start running back toward the public beach access. But he can’t help himself when he calls out to her, “You have your phone on you, right?”
She waves a dismissive hand over her head and doesn’t answer. He continues to watch her until she’s out of sight, and I feel compelled to walk back down the steps to him. Placing my hands on his shoulders, I lean forward and kiss the back of his neck. “Relax, Daddy. She’ll be fine.”
Tenn doesn’t answer me for a moment, continuing to look at the walkway over the dunes where she just disappeared. When he finally does turn to face me, his eyes are filled with white-hot lust, blazing so intensely that I actually jerk backward.
“Get upstairs and get naked now,” he growls at me, placing his hands on my hips and roughly turning me around. A small push on my lower back to start climbing and he says, “Really, really need to fuck you, Casey.”
Heat scorches me from the inside out and my belly flutters. It’s stupid to say it, but I argue, “I have to be at work soon. I can’t be late.”
“Fuck work,” he says, pushing me faster up the stairs, and when I reach the top, he simply spins me around, bends over, and throws me over his shoulder. “Give me the keys.”
I pass him my key chain and he deftly unlocks my door, pushing it open and leaving it that way as he makes his way through my house. The keys drop to the floor and then he’s in my bedroom, tossing me on the bed.
Tenn starts stripping quickly, eyes focused first on his boots, then on his belt. He glances over to me, sees me just leaning on my elbows while I watch him undress, and growls again. “Naked, Casey.”
Even as I reach to pull my shirt over my head, I grumble, “I’m going to be late for work.”
Tenn snorts as he whips his shirt over his head, the muscles in his stomach flexing with the action and giving me a peep at the washboard that apparently resides just under the skin. “I seriously doubt your brother will fire you.”
He takes his jeans off lightning fast, pushing his boxers right along with them, and then he’s gloriously naked at the foot of my bed, stroking a very magnificent and beautiful erection. I take a moment just to appreciate, and then I start shimmying out of my shorts and underwear. Tenn pounces about the time they get pushed to my knees, jerking them the rest of the way off me.
I start to undo my bra, but he mutters, “Leave it” and places a large hand on my chest to push me down. Roughly jerking my legs apart, he turns my insides to jelly when he levels me with a promising stare. “Going to eat you out… fucking devour you actually, then I’m going to fuck you hard.”
“God, that’s sexy,” I moan, spreading my legs further to him.
His eyes glitter at me and as he strokes a finger through my wet folds, he says, “This quiet lovemaking we’ve been doing has been supremely nice, Goldie, but I’ve been dying to hear you scream. Now that Zoey’s gone… well, I really am looking forward to making you scream.”
“And, I could just come from your words alone,” I say as a full-body shudder overtakes me.
Tenn levels me with a wicked grin and then dives down in between my legs. His long fingers spread me apart and his tongue works his magic, causing every muscle in my body to clench hard over the pleasure he gives me. He alternates spearing his tongue inside of me to fluttering the tip over that home-run spot, and when he adds two fingers that push deep inside of me, my hips fly off the bed as I start to come.
A long moan tears out of me and even while spasms are still playing havoc on my body, Tenn is flipping me over and pulling me up to my knees.
“Grab the headboard, Casey,” he grits out with urgency. “You’re going to need to brace yourself.”
And wow… just wow… the threatening promise in those words causes mini orgasms to fire up and slingshot up my spine. My hands go out and grab onto the edge of the wood and the minute I grip on tight, Tenn is thrusting hard into me from behind.
He lets out a groan of such deep satisfaction and fills me so completely, more spasms shoot up my back.
And then he does indeed proceed to fuck me hard. He pulls that long length out of me, almost to the tip… almost to the point of empty desolation within me, and then he’s ramming it back in so hard his balls slap against me.
Every time… he grunts, hisses, or moans from the friction he’s causing.
Every time he slams into me, more tingles race up and down my back and another orgasm builds.
Every time he fills me up, I feel my heart filling up as well.
Tenn leans forward over me, bringing one hand up to lay beside mine on the headboard. The other comes to the back of my head where he fists my hair and pulls on it, twisting my head to the side so he can close his mouth over mine. He kisses me deep, his thrusts going a bit slower as he takes the time to let our tongues mate. Then he pulls his mouth away, drops his hand from my hair to my shoulder, and then uses his leverage by holding onto the headboard to fuck me harder yet.
His thrusts now are hitting me so deep, the entire bed is rocking back and forth and we have to pull our hands back a bit so our fingers don’t get slammed in between the wood and the wall. Tenn merely uses that as an opportunity to lace his fingers with mine, and then push them against the front of the headboard for continued leverage.
“Tenn,” I whimper as he continues to heave inside my body.
“What is it, baby?” he gasps as he pumps in and out, over and over.
“Feels so good,” I tell him… my words coming out in choppy spurts because he simply steals my breath in all ways.
Tenn leans over me again, moving his hand from my shoulder to wrap his entire arm over my chest. His stomach presses into my spine, and I can feel his forehead drop to the back of my head. “I am never letting you go,” he says through clenched teeth. “And I don’t care if it scares the shit out of you. You’re going to have to deal with it.”