Accidental Abduction (Masked Men of Sage Springs #1)

Epilogue

Hudson

“Oh fuck , harder! Go harder! Hit me like you mean it,“ she screamed, her legs tensing as I lifted my hand, flicking my wrist and watching as little red welts rose on the creamy skin of her ass with each pass of the leather tails on the flogger clutched in my fist.

The fire crackled on the other side of the room, and I still couldn’t believe this was my life. That the insanely hot naked woman draped across my lap was mine, and that in a few days, she’d be moving into my house.

Four months ago, I couldn’t imagine sharing my space with someone—the who in mind I wouldn’t even name because she wasn’t worth taking up space in my head—and now I couldn’t wait until I could wake up with her in my arms every morning.

Charley had been worried about what would happen with Hazel when I asked her to move in with me, but she’d been surprisingly cool with it. Haz was already picking out a huge wrap-around desk with a built-in drafting table to turn her bestie’s old room into her studio space.

When I found out she’d been talking with our parents to put an addition onto the back of the bar for her to have a drawing studio to work in as her custom illustration business grew, it seemed like it was the perfect time. I was tired of spending any unnecessary time away from Char because of our living arrangements.

Slipping my hand underneath Charley, my fingers slid effortlessly inside her warm, wet heat and her moans increased in pitch as I fucked her with my fingers. As much as I got a rush from giving it, we’d discovered that she came the hardest after I inflicted a little bit of pain.

She’d been hiding a secret stash of toys from me for months and was mortified when I’d found the locked box underneath her bed while we were packing her room. I’d assumed it was important documents or something, but it was full of things she’d accumulated over the last few years and had been afraid to use with a partner.

When she’d suggested sneaking away to the cabin for the weekend to celebrate Valentine’s Day a few weeks early, I’d jumped at the chance to spend the weekend naked together defiling more of the place where we’d discovered how well we worked together as a couple.

“Are you close, baby? I’m dying here,” I groaned, palming my aching cock beneath my boxer briefs.

“One more time,” she begged breathlessly, her fingers digging into the couch cushion next to her face while she braced for the impact.

“Last time,” I panted. “Then I’m fucking you until you soak the couch.”

I lifted my hand, teasingly trailing the tails over her reddened skin, hooking the fingers inside her to rub her in the spot I knew would have her coming all over me in seconds.

“Do it already!” she screamed, rocking her hips into the insistent movements of my fingers.

“It’s still cute you think you’re in charge of this,” I taunted, pausing my hand, and smiling at the frustrated groan she muffled into the leather beneath her face.

“Please,” she whimpered, clenching her pussy around my fingers in a way that had me groaning and my cock throbbing. “Don’t torture me like this. I need to come.”

But I continued edging her, alternating slowly stroking my fingers and gently tracing the leather strands across her skin. When her pants turned into whimpers, I took pity on her, swiping my thumb over her clit and striking her ass with the tails of the flogger until she was shaking and crying out, her hips following my hand as she squeezed my fingers.

“Time for a nap, baby?” I teased as I watched her back rise and fall with labored breaths.

She had enough energy to lift her hand, aiming her middle finger at me.

“Just the invitation I was looking for,” I chuckled, pulling her legs off my lap, and stretching them across the couch. I pushed my boxer briefs to the floor, groaning as I stroked my cock a few times before I threw a leg over her thighs, straddling her and aiming for her wet, tight, still pulsing pussy.

She moaned as I pushed inside, rocking back and forth a few times before I leaned over her body, bracing one hand on the arm of the couch and the other on the back of her neck. “You going to come for me again?”

Charley whimpered, but she flexed her hips into each thrust, using her hands to brace herself for the impact.

Sliding my fingers into her hair, I fisted it and pressed her face into the cushion below her, growling in her ear. “Answer me or I’ll stop before you do and come all over your ass again.”

While she liked me decorating her pretty, mascara-streaked face every so often, I knew she liked it more when I came inside her.

“Charley,” I growled, pulling her head back and groaning when she squeezed her thighs together.

“You know I could flip you off me and leave you here to jerk off alone,” she teased, but she was still out of breath.

While she’d only shown off her taekwondo moves a few times—because we’d gotten distracted and fucked before she could show me more—I knew she was more than capable of throwing me around.

“I know you’d just stand in the hallway and watch me. Because you’re my dirty little whore.”

“Fuck,” she groaned, trying to push her hips into mine. She liked it when I called her names .

“My filthy little cum slut who loves it when I make her dirty,” I continued, growling when she squeezed me again.

“And who is so fucking cock hungry that she drags me back to my office and swallows my cum while we should be working with the door unlocked so anyone could catch her on her knees for me.”

Slowly rocking my hips, I kept whispering things in her ear, her whimpers increasing in pitch until she was moaning and coming all over me again soaking my thighs with her release. Stars danced in my field of vision when I finally let go, emptying myself inside her.

“Now it’s nap time,” she giggled as I pulled out of her, my cum leaking onto the leather cushion underneath her hips. I trailed my finger through it, enjoying the gasp she let out when I carefully pressed it all back inside.

We’d had the conversation about children and our future. We wanted to enjoy the next few years together before we got married and she started popping out kids. She was going to keep taking birth control until we decided otherwise, but I still had the occasional fleeting thought about what she’d look like with her body growing my baby. Maybe she’d unlocked another kink I didn’t know I had.

“Roll, baby,” I whispered, climbing over her sated form, and pressing my back against the couch cushions before I gathered her in my arms.

I thought she’d fallen asleep, but her quiet voice kept me from dozing off. “Do you think the event will go okay?”

“Baby,” I whispered, trying to comb my fingers through the tangled hair on the back of her head. “You’ve been working on this for months. And I’ve seen all the plans every step of the way. You’ve got this. You didn’t even need my help.”

She had come to me in December with a project she’d completed the semester before during one of her classes. It was for a two-part blind speed dating event centered around Valentine’s Day .

While we’d never done an event like that before, it’d garnered quite a bit of interest, and we’d spent weeks after New Year’s vetting the fourteen men we selected to participate so we didn’t end up with any creeps. Charley had interviewed the women with Annie, making sure to exclude the walking red flags like my ex, who had thankfully disappeared from our lives.

“Are you sure you’re okay with Hazel participating? I know I kind of went after her for it, but she spends so much time alone, and I don’t want her to be even lonelier once I officially move out.”

“We made sure there weren’t any douchebags in the bunch. I can’t promise you that she’ll give any of them her number, but maybe she’ll meet a nice guy. She’s going to need someone to keep her busy when I refuse to let you leave the bed on our days off.”

“You’re such a guy,” she laughed, shaking her head at me, but she was just as ravenous about our sex life—which had only gotten better since we’d left here in November.

“And I think you like that about me.” Pressing my hips into her, she smiled up at me as I poked her in the stomach.

“Sometimes, maybe just a little.”

That was something else that hadn’t changed. We had our moments where we disagreed about things, but we could still be playful with each other. Our senses of humor complemented each other, and I never once felt like I wasn’t allowed to be myself.

Our parents had been happy for us too, and we spent the holidays together. Thanksgiving—where we’d held a blended family celebration at the bar—and Christmas—where her parents had come up to the cabin to celebrate with my family.

It was impossible to imagine not spending the rest of my life with this woman. And I hated that I’d been so blinded by a superficial relationship that I lost years with her. But I was also thankful for what we did have, because we’d both learned lessons with our previous partners that made us appreciate what we had.

I also never thought I’d be so grateful for a cheap ten-dollar Halloween mask. That night changed my life, and everything worked out exactly as it needed to, even if the entire night didn’t go as planned.

Best accidental abduction of my life—and also, the only one. But I still wouldn’t be opposed to chasing her around the woods every once in a while.

THE END