“I can conjure up a little bit of an idea how good it feels just by the size you are right now.” She smiled at him and then lowered her head so her lips gently wrapped around his throbbing tip. Slowly she took him in her mouth and moved up and down while she enclosed his base with her hand and stroked him in rhythm with her mouth.
A low groan rumbled from his chest as he watched her pleasure him. “Jesus…”
She giggled from his reaction which only spurred him on further from the rumble her mouth provided. He felt the tips of his toes starting to go numb and he could feel himself starting to get ready to explode. He didn’t want to go this fast.
He could tell that in fact, she did read the magazine article about oral pleasure since he was about to blow in her mouth at any second.
He reached down and stopped her. “Baby, please, I don’t want to cum so fast.” She didn’t care and continued to suck on his length. He was going to lose control in two seconds so he quickly lifted her up off the ground and flopped her on the bed.
“Hey…” She protested. “I wasn’t done yet.”
“I was.” He said as he started to work her breasts eagerly out of the bra she had on. Thank god for its front clasp. He ripped open the clasp and was rewarded with two of the most beautiful and natural breasts he had ever seen.
“God, you are just so damn beautiful, Fiona.”
He bent his head down and took her breasts into his mouth, savoring the taste of her feminine body. She tasted so sweet to him, like a nectar he couldn’t get enough of. He licked her nipples senseless until she was writhing underneath him begging for him to enter her while her nipples were hard as rocks.
“Booker, please…”
“What do you want, baby.”
“You, please Booker. I can’t take any more of this teasing.”
He reached over and grabbed a condom, making sure to slide it on as quickly as possible and then he ripped her thong off. “That’s not teasing my love, that is getting you ready.” He stuck his two fingers into her warm center and felt how wet she was. “Fuck, you are so ready right now.”
He took her legs and put them on his shoulders as he plunged into her making her gasp.
“Oh my gosh. I have…” She gasped again as he drew himself deeper inside making her moan. “Oh, this is a new position for me. Oh Booker, more.”
He gave her what he wanted and pumped harder into her. Thankfully she was flexible because he was semi-nervous he was hurting her. He should be a little less rough with her but he couldn’t help himself, he needed her badly. He felt her walls starting to contract wrapping herself around his dick even tighter causing his insides to start to rumble. He was going to explode soon and he wanted her right there with him.
She moaned and then screamed his name as he tweaked her nipple with one hand. He flew over the edge into ecstasy at the same exact time she did. His entire body convulsed with aftershocks of desire. His entire body went numb and he swore he must have died and gone to heaven because never in his life had anything ever felt that good.
He collapsed and rolled over on the bed, dragging her with him so she was resting on his chest. She was in a dreamlike state and he didn’t dare disturb her. She occasionally moaned and thrust her hips at his leg as she recovered from the intense orgasm he delivered. He kissed her forehead and reveled in the fact that Fiona was all his.
Finally she stirred awake and he felt her tiny lips kiss the column of his neck. He rubbed her back with his fingers getting lost in her curves.
“I love you.” She murmured.
“I love you too, Baby. Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For trusting me, caring about me, loving me for who I am. I can’t even imagine explaining to you how much I love you and how much you have made my life happy and complete.”
“Ditto.”
He chuckled. “Gee, thanks for the touching words.”
She giggled, lifted her head and propped her chin on his chest. “How about, Booker you have truly changed my life. I didn’t think I would ever be happy living in Warblers Point but as long as I have you, I will always be happy.”
“So you wouldn’t mind if I bought a house here? And maybe you can help me live in it?”
That made her sit up exposing her beautiful breasts. “Are you serious?”
“Baby, I’m always serious when it comes to you.”
She reached down, grabbed his head with her hands and planted a giant kiss on her lips. “Oh my God. I can’t believe this. You’re actually moving here? What about your job?”
He placed one hand behind his head to slightly prop himself up and linked his other hand with hers. “I will still have to do my job but I can pretty much live anywhere. I will keep my house in California but also have a place out here where I will stay most of the time. How does that sound?”
“Sounds perfect to me. Are you sure you want to move here? It might be nice here but you get sick of it pretty quickly.”
“I could never get sick of it here. Most of my best memories took place in this town. If I have a place here you can still be near your family and help out at the pub and when I have to go places, I will just take you with me.”
Fiona studied him. “You’re really serious aren’t you?”
He chuckled. “I really am. If I had my way I would be courting you off to the justice of the peace right now.” He watched her eyes get wide as fear passed over them. He rubbed his thumb pad on the back of her hand and said, “Don’t worry, I know we are still moving slow but I want to let you know, I’m in this for the long run.”
She straddled him and lowered her body so her chest pressed up against him as she kissed him senseless. “I love you so much Booker.”
“I love you too, baby. So damn much.”
***
Finn pulled up to Blaire’s cabin and threw the car in park while she bolted for the cabin. She was just about to slam the door when he wiggled his way through.
“Finn, get out.” She pointed to the door.
“Not until you listen to me.”
She slammed the door shut and went over to her bed to bury her head in the pillows. He just stared at her briefly. Her golden blonde locks were fanned out on the pillow and her little body looked so small on the queen sized bed. His first instinct was to go over there and wrap himself around her but he knew better. She was a pistol when she wanted to be and he didn’t want to get in the way of her fire.
Instead he walked over and sat gently on the side of her bed. He desperately wanted to rub her back but he refrained from touching her.
“Blaire…”
She looked up at him, tears filling her eyes and makeup already starting to streak her face. He did that to her, he caused her pain. His gut churned and he felt like he was going to lose his turkey dinner.
She placed her head in her hands and said, “I can’t do this, Finn. I don’t even know why I started something with you in the first place. I have to go back to California, my life is there. This is better off.”
Every word she said stabbed him in the chest, when did he grow such strong feelings for her? Probably the moment he introduced himself. He never met anyone like Blaire before, she was gorgeous but that was just the outer layer, when you started peeling away her exterior you found a beautiful, caring woman who was sassy and sweet at the same time. She was the perfect match for him. He couldn’t just let her go.
“We can work something out. You can always get a job out here…”
She scoffed. “And live in Warblers Point? In this arctic tundra?”
“It’s hardly a tundra, you are just used to eighty degrees and sunny.”
“That’s beside the point Finn. You don’t trust me and what we have…” she said while gesturing between the two of them, “this is just a fling.”
She could have punched him in the face and her words would have hurt more.
“A fling? Is that how you see it?”
She took on a bitter tone, he co
uld tell she was trying to get rid of him by hurting him. “Did you really think this was going to last? You own a pub and live in an apartment above it.”
“Wow, I guess I was wrong about you. I didn’t know I was dating a blonde bitch.”
“Yea you were wrong, we were only fooling around, never dating.”
Finn stood up and ran his hand through his hair. There was no way this was happening right now. She really didn’t mean the things she was saying. What they had was real, he felt it in his core. He never would have given himself to her if he knew it was just going to be some meaningless fling or if she was going to treat him like every other tourist that came through this town looking for a good time.
He sat next to the bed and pulled her toward him. She resisted but quickly gave up the fight.
“I don’t believe you.” He said while stroking her back. “I don’t believe you mean those things. I’m sorry about tonight. I lost my mind temporarily. I have been on edge lately with everything that has been going on with my family and I feel insecure because I never thought I would be so lucky to find someone like you and actually make it work.” He kissed the top of her head as he felt her cry into his chest. “You can’t deny there is something great between us, we just need to figure out the logistics.”
She mumbled something into his chest that he couldn’t quite hear. “What, honey?”
She spoke up. “It won’t work, Finn. We come from two different worlds. It just won’t work.”
“It will work if we make it.”
She got up and he followed her. She opened the door again and cold air smacked him in the face. “Please leave.” She said while crying.
“Blaire, don’t do this.”
“Go.” She sobbed. “It’s over.”
“Please…” He felt his voice catch. She just pointed and he finally succumbed. He didn’t want to start a scene and have his parents come out and attack him for disturbing the other travelers, so he left.
Just before she shut the door on him he turned around to look at her and saw regret in her bright blue eyes. Just as quickly as he saw it, it was gone because she slammed the door in his face and followed it by locking up.
While driving back to his apartment he thought about the night and how it transpired. How could things take such a turn for the worst so fast? A couple of hours ago he couldn’t be happier and now he was going back to his place, alone to a cold bed. He remembered the look on her face when he insulted her and then her tear soaked eyes in her cabin. For someone who thought their relationship was some kind of measly fling seemed awfully upset from ending whatever they had. Someone who didn’t care much would never act that way.
The thought brought back some confidence in his thinking. He would give her tonight and then bright and early in the morning he would make sure she understood he would do anything to make things work between them. He was not letting her go, especially after he knew he found the girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
Chapter 16
Fiona was enjoying the view on her ride up the mountain on the ski lift. Not just the view of her gorgeous boyfriend but of the beautiful Vermont mountains. On a clear day it was possible to see mountains from three different states and Canada. Even though she complained about living in such a small town all the time, she never would forget moments like these.
Finn and Blaire didn’t join them. Finn sent Fiona a text in the morning that said they were going to stay in. Fiona just rolled her eyes, they were more intimate in public than her and Booker. The day was going great so far. They spent the morning riding the bunny slopes while Booker was trying to get the hang of the mechanics of skiing. After a couple of runs he was able to graduate to some of the bigger slopes. He still had his spills but he was one of the fastest learners she ever met. Of course he would be good at skiing after getting a sub-par lesson from her, he was good at everything. If she wasn’t so much in love with him she would find it quite irritating.
The end of the ski lift was approaching and she turned to Booker. “Are you ready for this?” They decided after riding a couple of the beginner slopes that they were going to try for an intermediate run.
“Completely.” He flashed her that breath-taking grin and lifted the bar that sat across their laps as they slid off the seat.
She led the way down the hill, carving back and forth to avoid a straight downhill plunge, something she didn’t enjoy even though she had been skiing as long as she could remember. She liked to take the hills slow most of the time, taking in the scenes, wishing she could carry a camera with her and not worry about smashing it into the ground.
She saw a little cove on the edge and decided to turn into it to catch a breath and make sure Booker was alright. He followed her right into it and grabbed her waist as he stopped.
She pulled her goggles up. “You’re good, it’s annoying.”
His laugh vibrated through her body. “Sorry. Do you want me to fall a couple more times to make you feel better? Then when we get back to your place, you can nurse me back to health.”
Her hands rested on his chest while he circled her with his arms. “You better not.” She playfully swatted his chest. “I have other plans for you tonight and I need you in tip top form.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Is that right?”
She was just about to agree with him when a bright flash startled her. “What the hell was that?” She heard clicking from what seemed like was coming from the bushes, then another flash. What was going on? She instantly felt Booker tense up and swear under his breath. She looked up at him as anger radiated through his eyes. Another flash. “Booker, what’s happening?” He put her goggles back down on her eyes and dragged her to the main slope.
There was no more carving as he led his way down the hill in record speed. She felt herself tear up from the speed they were going and the look in Booker’s eyes. She didn’t know what was going on but whatever was happening was scaring her. When they got to the bottom, Booker took off toward his Jeep. She quickly stripped off her skis and followed him, crying from being startled so much.
He yanked her skis out of her hands and quickly strapped them to the top of his jeep as well as his skis and shoved her in the car. His roughness caused her to stiffen, she had never seen Booker like this before and she didn’t like it at all.
He got in the Jeep and peeled out of the parking lot. She felt like she didn’t even have time to breath. She looked over at him and his knuckles were completely white from gripping the steering wheel too hard and his face looked like it was etched in stone. Where did her Booker go? The fun-loving guy she cared for and fell in love with. The current man next to her driving like a mad man was not the man she fell in love with.
They drove in silence until they reached his cabin and she followed him inside. Her car was still there from the last time she drove over to his place, mostly they drove around in his Jeep so her car stayed at his cabin.
He tore his jacket off and sat on the edge of his bed, head planted in his hands and pulling on his hair in frustration. She stood in the middle of the cabin with her arms wrapped around her body, completely unaware of what to do. Should she comfort him? She didn’t know what for though. She was so scared, she just kept crying silently to herself.
Finally he looked up at her and shook his head as if he was disappointed. Did she do something wrong? She was so confused. She had never seen him like this before.
“Fiona, there is something I have to tell you.” Oh crap, that was never good. He just sat on his bed even though she was crying. He didn’t come over to comfort her. It was more disturbing to think how the man in front of her changed so quickly in seconds than about what he was going to tell her.
She wiped away her tears and nodded for him to carry on. He continued. “I haven’t been honest with you. I’m not who you think I am.”
A chilly wave of darkness settled over her body. “What do you mean?”
He walked over to her and finally put his
arms around her and squeezed her so tight it seemed like he was trying to imprint his body in hers. He kissed her head gently and told her how much he loved her. “I don’t want to lose you.” He whispered.
She tried to look up at him. “What’s going on Booker, you’re scaring me. You terrified me on the slopes, I’m just so confused.”
“I know baby, I’m sorry. I should have handled that whole situation better.”
She nuzzled into his chest, trying to settle her stomach that started flopping around the minute he took off down the hill. His familiar scent started to relax her nerves and she felt herself melting into the familiar comfort that was Booker.
“Just tell me what’s going on.”
He pulled away so he could look at her. He looked distraught. “Just remember how much I love you.”
“Ok, now you’re really scaring me. Are you married or something.”
“No.” He ran his hand over his face and exhaled. “Alright, the flashing and clicks you heard up on the slopes were paparazzi.”
“Paparazzi? what would…” She looked up at him and all of a sudden it hit her like a ton of bricks. She was staring not at the sweet Booker she fell in love with, no she was staring at Booker James the famous director, ladies’ man that covered almost every magazine at least once a month.
Her stomach flipped again, she needed to get away. She couldn’t believe she had been so naïve and didn’t see it before. Of course he was Booker James, he lived in California and had traveled to a million different places and had money to practically set on fire. He changed his appearance but now that she thought about it, everything clicked into place. She was such a fool. She needed to get out of the cabin. She couldn’t be near him any longer. She fell in love with a liar, she was such a fool.
She frantically looked around for her keys. She spotted them on the counter near the phone and went to retrieve them.
“What are you doing? Fiona, please say something.”
She didn’t, she just grabbed her keys and headed for the door. He blocked her path and didn’t let her by causing her to cry out in frustration. She needed to leave, she felt like she was going to have a nervous breakdown.
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