Page 30 of Finding Home (Willow Valley #1)
THIRTY
EVERETT
H aving Chloe curled into my side is not how I thought I’d be waking up this morning, but now that she’s here, the thought of waking up alone leaves a hole in my stomach. She looks so peaceful as she sleeps; it adds an innocence to her normal beauty that I’m glad I get to witness.
The sun is coming up and trickles in through the crack in the curtains, just barely dancing over her skin. I gently trail my finger over the places the sun touches, somehow feeling jealous of the way it’s touching her skin. She curls into me more, and I can’t help my grin.
I kiss the top of her head before sliding out of bed and making my way downstairs. I put on a pot of coffee and whip up some food. As I take the last piece of french toast off the stove, Chloe pads into the kitchen in an oversize T-shirt that reads Vancouver Memorial .
She smiles softly at me, but I’m scowling at her. She stops in her tracks.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, worry coating her voice.
“You need to change,” I growl.
She looks down at herself and raises a brow. “Why? It’s just a shirt.”
“It’s a man’s shirt.”
She bites her lip, humour filling her expression. “It’s my brother’s shirt. ”
I shake my head and stalk towards her, my hand finding her jaw, gripping it.
“I don’t give a fuck what man that shirt belongs to.
Like I said yesterday, you’re mine. No other man’s shirt will deign to touch your skin.
You want an oversize T-shirt, there’s an entire dresser of them upstairs for you to raid. You want a hoodie, grab one of mine.”
My hands find the hem of the shirt, and I slowly drag it up her body.
“Only my shirts will touch this perfect skin.” I pull the shirt over her head, dropping it on the floor. My hands roam her now exposed skin, cupping her breasts, my thumbs rolling her nipples, and she inhales sharply, still holding eye contact with me.
“Only my hands will touch you. You’re mine .
” I growl the word mine like a fucking caveman, but I don’t care.
That’s how she makes me feel. I’ve never felt as possessive over a woman as I do over Chloe.
Any time a man so much as shakes her hand, let alone hugs her, I want to punch them out and toss her over my shoulder.
But that would not end well, so I suck it up and deal.
“Yours,” she moans as I roll her nipples again.
I lean down and pull her bottom lip between my teeth before I kiss her. My hands wrap around and grab her bare ass, pulling her flush against me. I press my sweatpants-clad erection into her stomach, and she moans into my mouth.
I pull back and stare down at her, tucking her hair behind her ear.
“Head upstairs and back into bed. I made breakfast, I’ll bring it up.” She looks over my shoulder, and I nip her lip. “And coffee.”
She grins up at me, pecking my lips before she saunters to the stairs, completely naked, giving me a sultry smile over her shoulder before she heads upstairs. I shake my head, loving seeing this side of Chloe again.
I load all the food and two cups of coffee onto a tray and carry it upstairs. When I get to my bedroom, I find Chloe sitting cross legged on the bed in one of my old Calgary Fire Department shirts. I stop in the doorway and stare at her.
“If I didn’t know you need sustenance, I’d leave this right here and fuck you just like that,” I say .
She gives me the sexiest look, biting just the corner of her lip as she smiles and her eyes light up. “What if I told you after you feed me, I’ll let you fuck me just like this.”
“I’d say I’m a lucky man.” I bring the tray over to the bed and settle beside her. I’ve kept the food on their own plates, so we share off each of them.
“You are a surprisingly good cook,” she says around a mouthful of french toast.
I raise a brow at her, and she chuckles.
She gestures over me. “You’re all grumpy and ‘stay the fuck away from me’ looking, doesn’t usually equate to amazing in the kitchen.”
“I didn’t scare you off,” I say.
She holds her fork in her mouth and smiles at me, shaking her head. “I’m not easily frightened.”
I lean in and kiss her. “I’m glad.”
She slowly eats a piece of bacon, and I can tell she’s in her thoughts a bit.
“What is it?” I ask.
“My brother texted me this morning before I was even up.”
I nod, encouraging her to continue.
“It seems my mom found out about our display at Incahoots and texted him, which means the entire town has probably heard about it now.”
She nervously eats another piece of bacon.
“We agreed last night this is more than just sex. Is there a reason you don’t want people in town knowing about us?”
Her mouth opens in a shocked O shape, and she shakes her head. “No, of course not. You’re just a private person, I was worried you wouldn’t want people to know.”
I lean in closely, taking the piece of bacon from her and putting it on the plate.
“Chloe, I’m a private person, but that doesn’t extend to people knowing that you’re mine.
You are not something to be kept in the dark and held as a secret.
You’re someone to be shown off, with pride.
I knew where we were when I kissed you. I knew there was a chance it would be the topic of small town gossip, and I did it anyway. ”
She sighs against my lips. “You are so much more than you seem, Everett, and I’m enjoying finding all these pieces of you.”
I place a gentle kiss on her lips. “Only you’ll get to find them all.”
We finish eating breakfast, and I move the tray to the dresser before joining Chloe back in bed.
As I slide into bed, she moves to her knees and says, “I didn’t get to do this last night.”
Her fingers find the waistband of my sweats, and I lift my hips, helping her pull them down.
She grins at me as she takes my cock in her hand, giving it a few pumps before she leans down and licks it from base to tip, flicking her tongue over the head.
I drop back on a groan as she gives me a satisfied smirk.
She proceeds to give me the best blow job of my life, not letting up until I’m coming down her throat, her name a prayer on my lips. I stare at her slack-jawed as she uses her thumb to gather a stray drop of cum off her bottom lip and sucks it into her mouth.
She lies beside me and curls into my side, and all I manage to say is, “You’re something else, Chloe Maxwell.”
I fall asleep while she draws patterns on my chest with her index finger.