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The three of them lie spent, tangled together in a bundle of arms, legs, and bodies.

  Since Brian is on top, he gets up and goes into the bathroom, to get some warm wet cloths. He comes back to the bedroom and hands John one before returning to the bathroom.

  “Here Angel, let me clean you up,” John says softly, shifting Elsie to her side and kissing her softly.

  He wipes her sex and her ass gently, unconcerned that he’s cleaning another man’s cum from her as well his own. John can tell that Elsie’s completely spent, she can hardly keep her eyes open.

  “Sleep, Angel, rest yourself,” he whispers softly.

  Elsie lets sleep claim her, her last waking thought is, I’m happy.

  CHAPTER 9 “…For what I’ve done, I start again. And whatever pain may come, today this ends. I’m forgiving what I’ve done…,” Lyrics “What I’ve Done” by Linkin Park

  John stirs in the early morning light, that’s filtering in through the window in his bedroom, all is quiet and peaceful here in his bed. The world seems perfect, like nothing could go wrong and everything that he wants could be his. He feels alive, content, and free. His hands smooth over Elsie’s warm, creamy skin and a soft moan comes from her sleeping body nestled against his.

  She’s perfect, an angel in the flesh, he thinks as his hardened cock jerks with need for her. He moves his palm down the flat expanse of her stomach and his heart aches from the many lines of scars there.

  What tormented her so much that she did this to herself? he wonders as pain fills him imagining Elsie’s despair when she did this.

  As his hand grazes over her mound and moves to her folds, her legs open, instinctively welcoming him. His other hand is under her cupping her breast. He takes her nipple and begins to flick it, twist it, and pull it. His mouth lowers to her shoulder to stroke her flesh softly with his lips. John breathes her scent in, it’s fresh and crisp like a spring day. He fills his lungs with it wanting to keep it so he’ll always have a part of her inside him. His fingers, between her legs, slide into her already wet opening, and she presses her ass against him. She reaches back and grabs his rock hard staff, guiding it into her. They moan together as he slides himself fully inside her heat. John cups her sex, pressing his palm on her clit as he begins to guide her thrusts onto him. Elsie moves to hold his balls in her hand. She loves the heavy weight of them.

  “Fuck, Angel,” John grits out burying himself deeply inside of her.

  He pinches her nipple and holds on to it tightly. Elsie reacts to the intense stimulation and begins to thrust harder on to him. Their movements become more demanding and intense as their hunger escalates. Elsie turns her face to him and he takes her mouth hungrily, both of them starved for each other. John’s palm grinds into Elsie’s clit as he pulls on her nipple. She slams into him with the crash of her release, everything in her sucking him in. She grinds into him and rides the wave demanding he cum with her and give her everything he has.

  She lets go of his mouth and screams, “OHGODOHGODOHGOD!”

  He growls his reply like the bear that he is.

  They lie there, letting the last waves of their mind-blowing orgasm wash through them, relishing the final moments of being connected.

  “Good morning Angel,” John whispers gently to her.

  He pulls her tightly against his chest, as he wraps his arms around her tiny frame. The rise and fall of her breaths hypnotize him, and he allows himself to drown in her for a brief moment.

  “Good morning Mountain Man,” she says quietly. He can hear the smile in her voice, he knows it’s there even if he can’t see her face.

  “You are getting to be addictive, Angel,” he murmurs huskily, nuzzling into her neck and pulling her tighter.

  “Right back at ya,” she replies, her words sounding breathy as arousal begins to course through her again. It’s as if the waves of her last orgasm are beginning to crest again, having never totally finished.

  Elsie’s ass rubs against John’s steadily growing cock, still nestled between her thighs. They begin to move and slide against each other, losing themselves in the smoldering desire they have finally succumbed too. John turns onto his back and pulls Elsie on top of him, turning her around so he can look into her lust drunk face.

  Fuck, this woman is going to kill me, he moans to himself as she grabs him and pushes herself down on his now fully engorged erection.

  Elsie throws her head back and lets out a long heavy sigh, her face in complete bliss. John takes her hands in his and she pushes herself up with them. She moves slowly and sensually, filling herself with him, giving herself to him, beginning the dance that will take them both to erotic oblivion.

  *

  “Come sit down, Angel,” John tells Elsie as she enters the kitchen.

  They’ve just finished a shower together where they made love again, for the third time this morning. It was slow and delicious, discovering all of the little places that takes their breath away, their bodies speaking to each other in a language that only lovers can hear. They can’t resist the incredible force that’s pulling them together like an avalanche; strong, fierce and powerful.

  “What are you spoiling me with now?” Elsie asks smirking at him.

  The aroma of bacon and eggs surrounds her and it makes her mouth water.

  “I’m starving, so I knew you had to be too. I told you, Angel, I’m going to take care of all your needs,” he smiles devilishly at her and winks.

  John’s has two plates of food in his hands as he turns from the counter and walks around the breakfast bar to join Elsie on the other side. There’s scrambled eggs, and bacon, and multi-grain toast. Elsie’s almost drooling, she wants to yank the plate of food from him like a man who hasn’t eaten in a week. She is starving and it’s all she can do not to stick her face in the plate and it eat like a dog.

  “Would you like jam or butter for your toast?” he asks her as he sits the plates down, one in front of her.

  “How about both?” she answers him, looking up and smiling.

  “Coming right up,” he says, then steals a quick a kiss before he heads to the fridge to take out the natural strawberry jam and a stick of butter. He moves to the cabinets to pull out two butter knives from the drawer.

  “You know, Brian was right. You are going to make someone a good wife someday,” Elsie can’t resist repeating the jab, which so perfectly describes John’ domestic abilities.

  “Oh God, not you too?” he laughs, as he rolls his eyes.

  “Yeah, well, look at this,” Elsie says as she fans her hands over their plates. “It’s incredible, and the party last night was perfect. I don’t know where you got your skills from, but you are really gifted,” she says and is almost dreading the obvious innuendos in that statement. Which is really stupid, because they have been as intimate as any two people could ever be, in the past twenty-four hours.

  “Why thank you, I am so glad you’re happy with my ‘skills’, Angel,” John tells her with a cocky smirk on his face. The sounds of her screams when she was cumming, are still resounding in his mind. “Anytime you feel the need for them I will be happy to, ahem, take care of you.”

  “Oh God, what a typical male comeback,” she says, rolling her eyes as she picks up her fork and starts to eat like a pig, not caring that John’s sitting right next to her.

  He picks up his fork and joins in, feasting on his plate of food.

  “If you haven’t noticed by now that I’m not your typical man, then either I’m doing something wrong, or you haven’t been with too many men,” he says looking over and admiring how heartily Elsie is eating.

  Elsie’s hand hesitates at John’s statement, just as she’s ready to shovel another forkful into her mouth. Her eyes shoot open, and fix onto his, as the blush creeps over her face and neck. John immediately realizes he’s hit a nerve with her and wants to kick himself in the ass for his thoughtless comment. Instead, he leans over and places a gentle kiss at the hollow of her neck below her ear. He can feel the heat
from her embarrassment on her skin and it makes him feel worse. He’s telling her he’s sorry with this tender kiss, that he understands her more than she realizes, and that she can trust him with anything. Her eyes lower and her expression softens. She has accepted his apology and she knows there’s only goodness in him. They’ve exchanged so much, without saying a word, their bodies and their eyes in sync with the others. The language of lovers is silent but strong.

  “Can I keep you today, for a little while, Elsie, or are you going to run off on me,” John asks her with a hopeful but uncertain tone in his voice. His eyes penetrate her, wanting to lock her in her spot and make her feel how much he wants her.

  “Yeah, you can keep me for today, Mountain Man,” she smiles shyly at him as warmth creeps over her.

  She’s ignoring her primary instincts to wrap herself up and throw up her walls. Instead she is letting the heat from their attraction melt her reservations, and allowing the timid woman inside of her to feel, to want, and to receive.

  “Good, let’s go for a walk after breakfast. There are some really nice scenic trails through the woods here. It’s so beautiful in the morning,” he says smiling from ear to ear.

  “That sounds perfect,” Elsie replies and is a little surprised, and humbled, by the innocence of John’s suggestion.

  Here is this incredibly powerful man whose mere presence is almost larger than life itself. He exudes raw, primal, strength and heat, the intensity of it almost makes you want to quiver. And he want to go for a walk in the woods with her. This big tough man is such a titillating enigma, everything in Elsie wants to explore each and every single part of him, intimately, thoroughly and very closely.

  *

  “Come on, Angel,” John begins, as he bends and wraps an arm around her thighs to pick her up and throw her over his shoulder, “let’s go sit outside on the pier.”

  He grabs an afghan from the sofa in the family room, as he walks towards the sliding glass doors. Elsie squeals and laughs, while holding onto the back of John’s shirt for dear life.

  It’s dusk outside now. They’ve spent the entire day together, walking, talking and sitting quietly, just being together as if time doesn’t exist, and the whole world has melted away.

  “Here, Elsie,” John says as he sets her down on her feet on the wooden planks of the pier. The canal behind his house is eerily beautiful, the woods on the other side are dark, hinting at creatures watching from inside the depths. There’s a short pier with a wooden swing overlooking the water and woods. Elsie sits on the swing and John slips the blanket around her shoulders and says, “Sit here, I’ll be right back, I’m gonna go light a fire.”

  John’s a paradox to Elsie, strong and powerful yet gentle and caring. And each facet of him pulls her closer, while chipping away at every block in the fortress she’d built around herself, years ago.

  She settles herself on the swing, only her tippy toes reach the wooden planks as she begins to rock.

  This weekend’s been a fairytale, nothing about it could be real, it was too perfect, she sighs to herself.

  John comes back and sits down on the swing next to her. Settling his large body on it, the swing protests with creaks and moans. They both laugh at the complaining structure as they look at it warily.

  “I hope it doesn’t come down,” John says.

  “It will be perfect if it does,” Elsie chuckles.

  “Just like everything else,” John retorts smiling into her beaming face.

  “Yeah, Mountain Man, this weekend has been pretty perfect, thank you,” she’s almost uncomfortable with the compliment but she really wants to let him know how wonderful this weekend has been for her. Elsie has never been one to express her feelings so openly, especially with a man, but John has made her feel comfortable and safe, she wants to let him know exactly how she feels.

  “I didn’t do anything, Angel, it just was. Thanks for staying today,” he says, pulling her closer so he can kiss her. Their lips linger on each other, softly, gently, tenderly, feeling so much.

  They separate and search each other’s face. Their looks say without words how there’s no place they’d rather be than right here, right now, with each other. Elsie rests her head in the crook of John’s arm and sighs contentedly.

  “Tell me about you, Angel, where are you from?” John asks her, the words vibrating through his chest. Immediately he can feel Elsie tensing slightly.

  Her past makes her uncomfortable, he decides by her reaction to his question.

  “There isn’t too much to tell, really. I was an only child, and grew up in a suburb outside of Atlanta. As soon as I graduated from high school, I got the hell out of there and went away to college. I’d never go back if my parents didn’t still live there. What about you?” she rushes through the quick synopsis of the first eighteen years of her life.

  “Hah, I guess I’m a lot like you, except I grew up on a reservation in Texas. It was a shithole and I couldn’t wait to get out. When my mother died, I enlisted and never went back.”

  Even though it seems like a lifetime since John walked away from there, every feeling is still as fresh as if it were yesterday. Anger, disgust, fear and helplessness flood into him, and he fights the urge to physically shake himself, to get rid of those old painful feelings.

  Elsie senses that something’s going on inside him, so she presses her body closer to him, to soothe him and push away his ghosts. She knows those hauntings all too well.

  “Those people don’t exist anymore and that life was buried a long time ago…,” she says quietly letting the words trail off. Not really sure if she’s talking about his past, or hers.

  “Yep, you’re right, there’s only right here and right now…,” he kisses the top of her head and squeezes her tighter.

  These two damaged souls have found contentment and peace, as they bask in the beauty of what is growing between them.

  The sun dips behind the tree line, at their backs, making the shadows come out and dance. The bullfrogs and cicada’s begin their nighttime chorus, their voices filling the air like surround sound.

  “Come on, Angel, let’s go make some S’mores,” John says as he starts to stand.

  “S’mores?!” the excited surprise is obvious in Elsie’s voice. “I haven’t had those in years,” she laughs.

  “Well, we’re gonna have some now, and we’re going to eat them until we get sick, I love them,” John smiles down at her like a naughty boy. “Some things about being an adult are pretty cool, like eating all the S’mores you want.”

  *

  John reluctantly takes Elsie home. It’s 10:00 and neither one of them wanted the night to end. He parks his truck around the corner and refuses to let her walk in by herself. Which made Elsie very happy, she wasn’t ready to leave him yet, the thought of it made her ache inside. He walked her up to her apartment, and now they’re standing in the dark kitchen, his body filling the space and making her quiver inside.

  “I’m going to finish what we started the night I brought you home, Elsie,” his voice is low and thick, and so sexy it makes her flush with heat.

  “Ok,” she says her voice so high it almost comes out like a squeak. She clears her throat, embarrassed by the way she sounded.

  “Don’t be nervous, Angel,” he says as he trails a finger across each breast and down her abdomen, the caress makes her breath hitch. Then, that burning finger slips between her legs. He lowers his mouth and kisses her roughly. Elsie gasps into John’s mouth at the intensity of his touch. He takes both of her hands in one of his and lifts them over her head. He presses her against the door and yanks her shirt and her bra up, exposing her aching breasts to him.

  “Your tits are so beautiful, Angel, I can hear them calling me to take them in my mouth,” he whispers roughly, as he grazes his lips across the hardened pink points.

  Elsie’s head falls back against the door as she gasps, silently begging for him to suck them, bite them, pinch them, anything just, please do something.<
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  “I know you want me to take them in my mouth, Angel,” he says smiling, with his lips hovering just above the tip. His tongue flicks out and brushes against them, teasing and taunting them with the pleasure she knows he can give her.

  “Oh, God,” Elsie moans, as she thrusts her chest out, trying to get some satisfaction.

  John’s hand presses her firmly back against the door.

  “Stay still, Angel, don’t move, or I won’t make you cum,” he warns her quietly.

  His warm breath is licking Elsie’s skin with a fiery heat, and the fingers splayed across her stomach slide into her pants, making her loins clench in needy anticipation.

  Oh, yes, please, fuck me now, right here, Elsie’s mind screams. Her body is stiff, every nerve ending is alive and waiting for John’s touch.

  John’s hand slides down Elsie’s taut stomach and opens her pants.

  “I’m going to let your hands loose, don’t move them,” he tells her.

  “Ok,” she whispers.

  He loosens his grip and lowers his hand. He takes a handful of her shirt and bra and pulls them over her head and throws them to the floor behind him. Elsie’s breathing has become heavy and erratic. He lowers himself in front of her and pulls her pants down as he goes. He’s holding the bunched up pants, gathered around her ankles, as he presses his face into the bald V at the apex of her thighs.

  “Mmmmm, you smell so fucking good, like you want to get fucked, Angel, it makes me crazy,” he growls into her sex. He flicks his tongue quickly across her wet folds teasing her and it makes her jump. “You, Angel, are my kryptonite,” he says giving her a heavy sucking kiss on her V.

  Elsie drops her head back, breathing in deeply, and bangs her head on the door.

  John frees her legs and feet from her pants and sneakers, then throws them behind him to go with her other clothes. He slowly stands, sliding his hands up her thighs, one stopping on her stomach, with his fingers pointing down while the other continues up the curves of her body to take her hands again.

  “I’m going to play with you now, Angel,” he warns her huskily, with his face pressed against the curve of her neck. His teeth are nibbling a hungry line across her shoulder.