Page 71 of Van Cort

I lift myself and wrap my hands around her ass, shoving her down on me to stop the endless ride she’s playing with. “I want to cum.”Need to.

She tries lifting, smiling and giggling at my haste. “You’re impatient.” I lick my way across her chest, her nipples. “Slow down with me. I could do this all night.”

“Hard,” I murmur, around a mouthful of nipple.

“Try. Please.”

I lift her off me, almost pissed with myself that I can’t control her, and push her onto her back. “Fine. You asked for it.”

Body rolling down hers, I let my mouth do the work to keep the pressure off my dick. She instantly puts her leg over myshoulder and tries to deal with the assault my tongue drives into her. The shaking doesn’t take long to start as I tease her, over and over, bringing her to the edge but not over it. Refusing her that final fall. Her mewls and moans rise in pitch every time she’s close, gripping my arm like it’s unbreakable.

“Please,” she begs. That’s better.

“You want to cum?”

“God, yes.”

I lift from between her legs, kissing my way back up her with a wry smile on my face. “No. Slow down.” Her face snaps to mine, and a wicked smile graces her lips.

“Ass.” Hmm. I roll my dick on her thigh, about ready to cum despite my attempt at control. “Fuck me already.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

None of the rest takes long. We’re both near the edge and ready to explode. I slide into her heat and aim for slow, but desperation, need, sheer fucking agony in some ways makes my hips work quicker and harder than I want them to. She clings on and kisses me all the way through, running her hands up my neck, gripping it.

Fuck! There’s no slowing now. I bury my face in her neck as we both come together. My fingers stay biting into her ass, holding her to me so I can get every last inch of cum inside her. It isn’t until I turn my head sideways to breathe that I remember he’s still here, watching us. I got so lost in her and the feeling of him again that… I don’t know… I fell into something I haven’t felt for a long time, if ever.

She shudders under me, as he stares at me, and finally softens her nails on the back of my neck. My hand runs the length of her thigh, gently skimming the softness of it now I’ve calmed down. It is like silk, as is her hair. All fucking perfect.

“Well, that was different for us,” she murmurs. I smile and keep looking at him. “I didn’t know you could be that soft.” He can’t.

I lick my lips and rest my head, still looking at him in the darkness and catching my breath. Nothing’s said between us in the air, for obvious reasons, but we both know what just happened. I gave her something that he can’t. And I wonder, as her nails trail my skin gently, if he even wants to. I do. This is bliss for me. But Rhett isn’t like that, and I’m not sure he ever will be.

CHAPTER TWENTY - FOUR

EVERETT

At some point in the night after I’d watched them together and left, he eventually came to me. We didn’t speak when he found me in the lounge. We stared, like I am doing now, whilst I drank the damn fine whiskey he’d found in the cellar and thought of times before now. He probably thought of the same origins. Or maybe he was just enjoying fucking with me.

I sneered at him when he smiled, almost pissed with what he’d created and what I was allowing. It should have been easier than it was to let him play me. It should have been like old times.It wasn’t. I was jealous of his time with her, and resentful of the soft laughter she gave him. Part of me, despite instigating the evening, wanted to speak in the room while they fucked. I could have ended it then. Set her free. Unfortunately, the deep vein of West is as rooted in me as this place is – as she is becoming to me. And watching them, being part of their sensuality - something I can’t find inside me - was something I’ve missed so much it hurts inside.

So I went back to her, and I undressed, and I held her and I fucked her and I stayed inside her longer than I have with anyone before her. Something changed for me in those last moments. There was a flicker of soft, a murmur of gentleness. She becamemoreto me. More than a marriage contract – far more than just a fuck. I felt her inside of me – her eyes, her soul. I needed her - was desperate for her,just like I needed Lara.

Now, I’m sitting in the same bedroom armchair he sat in last night, staring out across the view while she sleeps. The lake is as still as it usually is, mirroring the cloudless sky above it, and the forest still anchors this spread of wealth to the ground just as it always has. I know it all so well. Every turn in the building, and every track through the trees, is embedded in me whether I like it or not. Just like my brother is.

This was my father’s room – the man of the house.

It isn’t his anymore, though. It’s mine.

Just like she is.

“Good morning,” she says. I look over my shoulder to see her walking from the bed and slipping a robe on. “Is there any of that for me?” I frown, unsure what she’s talking about. “The coffee? Daydreaming again?”

I stop frowning and reach for the cafetiere to pour her a cup. “You could say that.”

“Nice dreams?”

My lips quirk. “Yes.”