8 Carson
Ana feels like heaven wrapped tight around my cock. I should hold back and give her the sweet and slow she deserves, but I can’t. When she begs me to let go, the temptation is too much to deny. I fuck her like I’ve always wanted to, and she loves it. She turns into a wildcat, thrusting back into me and begging for more as I spank her.
I flip her back over, looking deep into her eyes as I chase down my own release. I rub her clit with my thumb urging her on, wanting one more from her before I fill her full of me. I shouldn’t. I should pull out, but I can’t. I won’t. She’s mine, and I’m going to claim her. My orgasm is blinding in its power. I’ve never come so hard in my life, and I know it’s all Ana. She’s fucking perfect.
I collapse onto the bed, completely replete, and pull her into me until she’s laying across my chest. She lets out a little sigh, and I gently caress her back until she closes her eyes and falls into a deep sleep. I follow her shortly after.
I wake up to an empty bed. Worry suffuses me down to my bones. Was last night too much? I instantly feel regret for being so rough with her. She was a fucking virgin for fucks sake. What was I thinking? I quickly tug on a pair of jeans, not even bothering to button them as I rush out of my room. I won’t let her regret the best night of my life. I refuse. Last night was perfection, and I have to know she feels the same way.
I’m ready to rip through the door and straight to her house when I see her in my kitchen wearing nothing but my t-shirt. I stop short, taking in the scene. She’s drinking from my favorite coffee cup and stirring something on the stove.
“Ana,” I breathe her name in relief. She turns and gives me a brilliant smile, instantly assuaging my fears. She doesn’t regret last night. Her smile tells me everything, she’s happy.
I come up behind her and wrap my arms around her, resting my chin on her shoulder. “What are you making?”
Biscuits and gravy… sausage… scrambled eyes.
My eyes widen at the feast she’s making us. “Where did you get all of this? I know I didn’t have any of this in the fridge.”
She laughs. “No, I decided making orange juice, and cheese slices wasn’t exactly the breakfast a girl needs after such an… enthusiastic night.”
She’s not wrong. I reached for her in the night at least three times. I’ll never get enough of her. She was just as needy, though. Every time she took me into her body with enthusiasm. Always just as hungry for me.
“I went to my house and got some supplies.”
I growl, looking at her in my t-shirt and nothing else. I spin her around. “You went like this?”
She gives me a sassy smirk. “Yep.”
“Anyone could’ve seen this sexy body in just this shirt?”
She shrugs. “It’s early, no one is around to see.”
I tangle my hand in her hair, pulling her head back. “Never again. I won’t share you with anyone. Not even Mr. Beatie.”
She giggles. “I love when you get all growly alpha man. Would you maybe pound on your chest and give me a Tarzan call?”
I give her another growl instead, feeling much more like a predator than a hero in some children’s movie. I crush my lips to hers in a ferocious kiss. One that tells her she’s mine and that no one else can have a single piece of her.
When breakfast is done, I pull her down into my lap instead of letting her sit in her own chair. She giggles and relaxes into me. “Brute.”
I nip her shoulder. “I can show you brute.”
“Later, a girl needs food every so often.”
We turn to our food, and it’s delicious. “Where’d you learn to cook like this?”
“I taught myself,” she shrugs. “Grandma Ruth can’t boil water. It was either learn to cook or starve.”
“This is amazing. Why aren’t you cooking at the diner?” I ask completely flabbergasted as to why Amos wouldn’t take advantage of her talent. Being a trained chef, there’s no way he wouldn’t see the potential Ana has.
“I’m not nearly good enough for that. Amos is the chef; I just cook for sustenance.”
I turn her to face me. “Don’t give me that bullshit. You’re amazing. You shouldn’t just be waiting tables; you should be cooking.”
“I like waitressing.”
She takes another bite, effectively ending the conversation, but I’m not in the least bit ready to give up. I try again to tell her she should be cooking at the diner.
“Are you embarrassed to be seeing a waitress?”
“What? No. I just don’t want you to waste your talents.” I instantly regret my words when she freezes. “I’m sorry, it’s not that I think you’re wasting your time. I just think others should enjoy something you obviously love doing.”
She kisses me softly, letting me know she forgives me, but then tells me again she likes waitressing, and the subject is officially closed off.
9 Ana
I don’t know how I could’ve been so wrong about Carson. I see now that even though he’s gruff and surly, it comes from a place of protectiveness with a little bit—okay a lot—of possessiveness. Now that I see him for what he really is, I realize what a big heart he has. I have no idea how I ever confused his protective nature with meanness. Yeah, he told me I shouldn’t be wearing certain clothes, but
