Page 10 of Last Chance Love


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“How long are you gone for?” Picking up one of the miniature totems from the table, she inspects it a little too closely as she awaits my answer.

Sitting back on my bench, I wait until she looks up at me. “Spring to fall. I normally come home before the plunge.” All of that would change if they stayed. If we became a family. But I don’t say it; I don’t want to scare her.

“Who takes care of your house while you’re gone?” She’s fishing now.

“You know old lady Shue from the hardware store?” She nods. “Her or her husband come up once a week or so to check on things. Turn the heat on when it’s needed so the pipes don’t burst.”

Taking a seat on one of the stools at a workstation I cleared out this afternoon, thinking it’s where she could make her mukluks, she leans forward. “You’re gone six months of the year.”

“Sometimes more, sometimes less.”

“But you want me, us, to stay.” It’s not a question, so I don’t answer. “How would that work when you’re gone for so long?” She’s not trying to be critical; she wants to know they would be my priority and safe. Living on a mountain, even when it’s so close to town, isn’t easy. The isolation can get to anyone.

“I choose how long I’m gone for and if I even want to go. I’m an independent contractor, Ema. If I don’t want to take the job, I don’t have to. I do it now because, as much as I hate to admit it, it can be lonely up here. Seeing old buddies is nice once in a while.” Waving my arm around the shop, I tell her, “This is my main source of income, though. I don’t need to log.”

“Do you enjoy it? The logging.”

“Yeah, it’s good physical work that keeps me in shape. But it’s not who I am.”

She stands up, and my eyes follow her as she moves towards me. “I’ve never had anything for myself. Damien is all I have. I live for him. But twenty-four hours with you has shown me so much about my son. Things I didn’t know he, or I, were missing.”

Stopping in front of me, she chews on her lip, so I grab her hips and lift her seamlessly into my lap. “Like what?”

“A man,” she whispers. “Someone better than his father. Better than my father.” Her breath stutters as she thinks of the two men who’ve failed her epically. “You’ve shown us both more generosity and compassion since yesterday than the two of them combined in a lifetime.”

“Does that mean you’re staying?” Cupping behind her head, I drag her closer. Our lips are only a breath apart as I wait for her answer.

“I don’t know. But we have enough time to figure it out. If you’re willing to let us learn more about each other, that is.”

“Take all the time you need, baby.” Crushing her lips with mine, I stand and take her against a wall. Holding her hands above her head with one hand and the other gripping her ass, I take the kiss deeper. Rubbing my aching dick between her legs, all I want is to bury myself as far inside her body as I can and never come out.

All in good time, though. I can be as patient as she needs.

* * *

EmaLeigh

I get the feeling my body has already decided and is simply waiting for my head to catch up as Sebastian kisses me so passionately, I don’t know where he ends, and I begin anymore. He holds me in such a controlling manner, but it’s tender, loving. I could grow addicted to the way he touches me, and the idea of not having this for the rest of my life instills such a deep sadness that it makes breathing difficult.

“Sebastian,” I moan when he pulls away and begins nibbling down my neck, his strong jaw bumping my chin as he does. “Sebastian, please.” He pauses somewhat, pulling back to look at me. “Please,” I say again. I’ve never been forward with my sexuality, and I don’t know how to ask for it now. My innate shyness keeps me nearly paralyzed.

“You’ve gotta say it for me, baby, because your body is begging to be fucked hard, but your eyes, there’s a touch of fear in them, and I ain’t doing anything to hurt you or upset you.”

Unable to move my hands at the moment, I lean forward and kiss along his jaw, whispering, “I need you.” That’s as bold as I get. I’ll learn, I’ll grow, but for now, that’s all I have.

Slowly letting me down to my feet, Sebastian doesn’t hesitate to remove my boots and go to work on my jeans. The cold breeze from the open doors doesn’t stop my desire, and as he stands back up, his warm hand slipping between my naked thighs, I don’t think it’ll stop him either.

“Fuck are you ever ready for me, baby. Soaked to the core.” He groans as his finger gently pets across my lower lips, moving sweetly until his thumb grazes across my clit. Light pressured swirls of the digit as his fingers search out my hole have me throwing my head back as my heart races with the need to let go at this man’s mercy.

“Yesssss, Seb,” I mewl when I feel him enter me with two fingers. Pumping in and out slowly, mimicking what we’re about to do while giving me this intense craving for more. “Please don’t make me wait,” I cry in his ear.

“Christ, I’m really going to love making you beg for this monster cock.” Releasing me from his other hand, I feel it moving between us to unbuckle his belt and jeans.

Monster is right. His size is a bit overwhelming, and I shouldn’t be surprised, given just how big every other part of him is. But my mouth still dries out when I feel the full length against my bare thigh. Nipping along my neck, he sucks my earlobe between his teeth before murmuring, “I don’t have condoms, but I’m clean. You say no, it means no, but I just might die if I don’t enter this sweet little pussy of yours soon.”

Internally cursing, I know it’s irresponsible, even though I’m on the pill. We shouldn’t chance it. But I’m lost in this lust haze, and I can’t bring myself to deny either of us what we really want. “I’m on birth control.”

Sebastian takes a second to look me in the eyes, and I can see the war waging in their dark depths. He knows as well as I do that no birth control is foolproof. Same with condoms. “I’ll always take care of you, EmaLeigh.” It’s more than a promise, it’s a vow, and I believe him.

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