Chapter 29: Chapter 29

WREN

When we get Puck back to the farm, he’s still groggy but doing much better. His shoulder is shaved and bandaged, and I have to give him antibiotics for the next several days.

Lance asks if I’m coming back to his place or my place, and I tell him I’ll go back to his place. I missed being there with him.

Physically, I’m exhausted and I just want to curl up in a bed for a while.

Back at Lance’s house, we get Puck settled and then strip down and get into bed. It’s midday on a Sunday, but we’re both so tired that we fall asleep immediately.

When I wake up, the sun’s in a completely different place, filtering in through the west windows of Lance’s bedroom.

Lance is still sleeping peacefully next to me, gently snoring with one arm thrown around me.

I suddenly think about what will happen if I leave and what will happen if I stay. I know he wants me to stay, but we haven’t talked about it at all, and it feels like there are so many hurdles.

Even if someone wasn’t trying to kill or seriously maim me, I don’t even know how to navigate staying. Would I keep working here? Would I keep living here? Would we be a couple?

At the same time, just leaving and continuing to be a nomad with no attachments other than a dog and a truck sounds…not as appealing as it was a month ago.

The idea of not knowing when I would see Lance again makes me feel nauseous.

Suddenly, Lance opens his eyes. He sees me spacing out and smiles.

“I’m so glad I’m waking up to you again.”

My heart clenches, like he knows what I was just thinking about.

“Me too,” I say.

“Wren,” he puts a hand on my cheek, “stay here, with me.”

I feel absolutely gutted and yet relieved by his words. I know he means after the summer ends, and I want to say yes.

I want to tell him how much he means to me. His presence has helped me emerge from a dark place and learn who I am again.

But will I simply be stepping into someone else’s life if I stay?

I smile despite the dueling voices in my head. “I really want to, Lance,” I say.

“Then why don’t you? Please, talk to me.”

Lance props his head on his hand while looking down at me, drawing circles on my clavicle with his finger.

“Where would I live? Where would I work? What if, god forbid, we don’t work out?” I look up at the ceiling to avoid making eye contact with him. “Your whole life is here, Lance.”

Lance chuckles. “On the contrary, my whole life is here.” His finger rests above my left breast, just over my heart.

“Work here, live here. Keep renting the apartment if you want. Rent a place in town. Screw it, let’s go on the road. I don’t fucking care what we do next as long as it’s a ‘we’ doing it.”

I sigh. “I can’t make you leave your whole life, and I can’t disrupt it either,” I say.

He strokes my face. “Is that what you think? That you’ll disrupt my life? Wren, you saved my life.” He looks me in the eyes and I know how genuine he is.

“What I was doing before wasn’t living,” he says.

A tear leaks out of the corner of my eye and falls in my hair. I feel the same about him. Like he helped me live again instead of just existing.

“Okay,” I whisper.

A wide smile spreads across his face. “Really?”

“Yeah, I want to be with you too. I don’t know all the details yet, but...I belong with you.”

Lance scoops me up and kisses me deeply. I can feel his passion and care in that kiss. He opens his mouth and slides his tongue in while his hands slide up my body and tangle in my hair.

He grabs my hair to pull my head to the side so he can kiss my neck and nip the shell of my ear.

“You belong to me,” he whispers in my ear, sending shivers down my body. I don’t know why, but when he acts possessive of me, it makes all my hairs stand on end.

He straddles me and looks down at me with a smirk on his face. ~God, he really is fucking gorgeous~. His shoulders, pecs, and abs all bulge with muscle, a long scar coming across his right shoulder.

His strong hands remove my shirt and fondle my breasts before roaming down and rubbing between my legs. I start to squirm.

Lance reaches over. I think he’s going to grab the restraints or the blindfold, but he just grabs a condom. Before he tears it open, I put my hand on his.

“I...wanna feel you,” I say.

He gives me a big, panty-melting smile again and leaves the condom on the nightstand.

He takes my panties off and starts rubbing between my legs. I’m already wet and pulsing with anticipation.

“I’ve been dreaming about what this pussy would feel like wrapped around me,” he says. “But first...”

Lance sits between my legs, pushes my legs up, and starts licking and sucking on me.

“Oh fuck!” I scream, arching my back. He swirls his tongue around licking all the way up ’til he reaches my clit, then he closes his lips around it and sucks.

The feeling of his stubble on his chin and his warm, soft tongue feels amazing. I play with my nipples as I look down and see him licking me—it’s his last meal.

I’m just about to orgasm when he starts humming, which adds a whole other level of pleasure.

“Oh Lance, I’m cumming!”

My pussy clenches as my orgasm crests then radiates through my body. Lance gets up and licks his lips, still fingering and playing with me.

He sits up and gives himself a few strokes before positioning himself and sliding into me.

“Oh shit, Wren, you feel amazing,” he says

Lance starts slowly, pushing all the way in and then sliding almost all the way out.

It feels incredible to be connected to him like this. And to know this will be the first of many times to follow.

For the first time ever, it truly feels like he’s mine and I’m his.

Lance throws his head back like he’s never felt so much pleasure in his life and groans. He pulls me up so I’m face to face with him, my legs wrapped around his waist.

I grab his neck and kiss him deeply while he’s still all the way inside me. I move my hips against him to continue the movement. He moans into my mouth.

I can tell he’s trying to hold on, but will cave soon.

I push him down and start riding him. He grabs my hips and squeezes as I push him in and out of me. I run my nails down his damp skin, watching his muscles contract as he finishes inside me.

Lance closes his eyes for a few seconds, breathing rapidly. He opens them and smiles at me, tucking his hands under his head.

“I could stay like this forever,” he says, looking up at me still straddling him.

“Unfortunately, I think we have a family dinner to get to,” I say. I lean down til my lips are by his ear. “But there’s always later.”