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So back we go down the path to the squat building. Only this time, Dallas shows me the way to the main entrance. The front of the building is covered in old silly signs, but the snow has been swept clear and there are a few leftover holiday decorations over the doorway.
Instantly, when I open the door, there’s cheering and chattering. Several people touch Dallas gently on the shoulder. It makes me tear up a little knowing that there’s an ingrained habit for people avoiding his injuries, but that they care enough to reach out to him.
I’m swept into a small crowd of already familiar faces — the guys I’ve met on video chats. One of them hands me a warm drink, which has me choking because there’s a generous shot of rum in that hot chocolate. Brown eyes twinkle at me. “You’ll need that if you’re going to live with Dallas.” I open my mouth to defend my man, but think better of it and take a big sip.
A minute later, Dallas is pulling me by the waist, tight against his side. And as many people stop by and ask him the same questions, he doesn’t let go. It’s like he’s afraid I’ll get lost. Then I notice the swallowed smiles on the women and a few outright grins from some of the men. So I watch. If someone comes up to talk to Dallas on the right, he chats away. But if they approach from the left where I am, they get glared at. I watch one man wink at the crowd and move behind us to come up on the right. Dallas sticks to his pattern, and that’s when everyone bursts out laughing. Even Dallas.
Dallas
It’s good to be home. But I’m nervous as fuck that Esme isn’t going to love it as much as I do. I know in my heart if she didn’t, I’d follow her back down the mountain. I’m that far gone. Although I still say I’m too damn old for her. But not so old I’m willing to let her be with someone else. It’s balm to my soul that she doesn’t seem to be inclined. And let’s be honest, we wouldn’t be here if she hadn’t staked her claim by climbing in my bed. Still makes me want to smile and spank her at the same time. I could have hurt her.
Esme told everyone at the welcome party how her grandmother stopped here once. The guys showered her with their brief memories of the old lady, and I can’t help but wonder if she came back in spirit. Being with Esme in the group felt like we’d been together for years, in a comfortable good way.
Except for the fact that she’s yet to take my cock into her sweet body. We’re about to fix that. I hurry Esme along the path towards my cabin. I’m thinking maybe in the summer we can build a new, bigger place farther back in the trees. Leave this cabin as a guest house for the compound. Seems like there are more and more visitors every year.
I pause Esme’s arm as she reaches for the door handle. “Last chance, Esmerelda. You go through that door, I’m claiming you and your sweet pussy for the rest of your life.”
She drops her hand and turns towards me, her eyes beaming with happiness as they meet mine. “When exactly? Because so far you’ve been all talk and very little action.” She squeaks with surprise and scoots through the door, laughing as I reach for her with a growl.
“Come here, Esmerelda,” I call her over while stacking more wood on the fire in the stove. I don’t want to have to take a break to keep us from freezing anytime soon.
Esme stays just out of reach, so instead of chasing her I strip. She gulps and, like a magnet is pulling her, she drifts close enough for me to wrap an arm around her waist. Then I kiss her. Partly to calm her nerves because I can tell she’s uncertain, and partly because I simply can’t resist any longer.
“Can you feel how hard I am for you, baby?”
Esme moans into my mouth, her hands clenching and spasming on my bare shoulders.
“Go get under the covers, Esme.” I break our kiss and push her gently toward the bed, that thank fuck someone made up for us.
Esme glances down at her sweater and jeans confounded, making me chuckle. “You can strip under the blankets, sweetness. I don’t want you getting cold.”
“Oh,” she smiles shyly and then burrows under the down comforters and extra blankets, her head popping up eventually.
9
Esme
Dallas on any average day is going to draw the eye of all red-blooded women. Naked, he’s like one of those Greek sculptures, all smooth muscle made for function. I struggle out of my jeans and underwear beneath the covers, all the while licking my lips as he’s standing there, seemingly impervious to the cold and occasionally stroking his long, thick cock.
That’s the only part that makes me nervous because he’s big and it’s sort of like going from zero to sixty without having taken the parking brake off. I hand my clothes to Dallas and he sets them on top of the dresser. Then he’s sliding into the bed next to me.
“Did you make your choice, Esme?” Dallas asks gruffly.
“Huh?” I’m here, aren’t I?
“About a baby. Am I taking you bare?” His voice is gentle but firm, so I know this is entirely my decision. He’s not going to rush me about kids. Which, until a few days ago, I hadn’t really thought much about at all. Still…
I wiggle the thought of a baby around in my brain so I can analyze it from every direction. Finally, I just go with my gut. “I want to feel all of you, Dallas. If that gets me pregnant right away, I think we’d be okay. And if it doesn’t, I’d be okay with that too.”
Dallas grunts in response and rolls me under him. I’m getting to the point now where I’m able to see he has an entire repertoire of grunts and this is one of the happy ones.
My entire line of sight is his broad chest as he looms over me. I sigh with pleasure.
“Haven’t even started yet, Esmerelda,” he chuckles.
“And whose fault is that?” I pout and find the soft skin of my neck being nipped in response. A big hand probes confidently between my legs and my belly tenses with excited anticipation.
“I thought this time I got your cock?” I ask archly, my eyebrows raising.
