by T Steele
Excitement fills me. Maybe this “getaway” will be a lot better than I expected. Sure, the reason we’re here isn’t a good one, but maybe we can still enjoy it.
I look over at Nixon and throw my arms around him. “Thank you so much! I’ve never been to a more beautiful place.” I nuzzle my face into his chest, then pull back to look at him.
If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he looked a little embarrassed, but he clears his throat and smiles down at me. “Don’t worry about it. You deserve it.”
“So do you,” I say.
He smirks. “Now you’re making me sound soft.”
“You are soft. So, so soft.” I laugh, poking his rock hard abs.
I shriek as he suddenly throws me over his shoulder, smacking me on the butt. “You really are soft,” he says silkily.
He takes off, running into the cabin. “Nixon!” I yell again. “Put me down!”
He doesn’t.
He pushes through the door. “Why, Miss Black, let me give you the tour,” he says playfully, still not putting me down.
My body is jolted and jostled as he carries me through each room. “Bathroom,” he says, flipping the light on for barely a second before flipping it back off. Then, he jogs to the next room, flips on another light. “Kitchen.” More jogging. “Second bathroom with the nice jacuzzi tub where I’m going to make you cum hard with the showerhead.” His words make all the blood that was rushing to my head rush straight to my sex.
He chuckles mischievously. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“I’m sorry, Ella can’t answer right now because too much blood is rushing to her head, and she’s about to pass out,” I say, sniffing dramatically. Then I dig my fingers into his stomach, trying to tickle him.
He grunts, holding my hands down onto his stomach so they can no longer wander.
“Lying little fox,” he says, before throwing me down onto a bed. I squeal, only causing him to laugh more. I try to glare up at him, but it’s hard because playful Nixon is here, and he looks so happy and delicious. Nixon is always attractive, but when he’s smiling…well, then he’s especially, heartbreakingly beautiful.
“And this is where I’m going to fuck you so thoroughly that you’ll forget the reason we’re here,” he says.
Suddenly, the reason we’re here is all I can think of, and I feel my face crumble. All of this has been so perfect, but the lingering presence of Tackett seems to hang over me. It feels suffocating.
He sobers and I wonder if he noticed my change in expression. “I know the reason we came here isn’t ideal, but I want you to try and enjoy it. Let’s have fun and pretend it’s a vacation.” Then his voice gets lower. “Ya know, no one knows we’re here.” His hand glides up my leg before resting on my hip. “We could do whatever we want, whenever we want. Be as loud as we want,” he says, his other hand gripping my chin, tipping my head back. His tongue slowly darts out, sliding down my jawline to my collarbone and I shiver, nipples pebbling. My reaction is immediate, intense, and I’m so ready for him. It’s a carnal feeling, like a vital need that demands to be fulfilled.
I close my eyes, letting out a satisfied sigh. “Can we start with the fucking part now?” I ask throatily.
Nixon rears back, the heat in his eyes so visceral that it’s almost like a physical touch.
“I like that you only talk dirty in front of me,” he rasps out.
“How do you know you’re the only one I’ve ever talked dirty to?” I ask, raising a brow, but he knows it’s only ever been him.
“I better fucking be,” he smirks. “I’d really hate to murder someone and go back to prison.” Then, his face becomes serious. “I want to be the only one you talk to like this. The only one to see you like this. The only one to please you like this.”
“You are,” I whisper because, at this point, I would give him whatever he wanted. Whatever he asked for. I feel like he has me hypnotized with his words and movements. With just him.
He smiles, and it’s almost brutal in the way it promises what's to come. In the way it tells me he wants to possess me. Him and him alone. He wants me all to himself, and I’m perfectly fine with that.
He studies my face with a thoughtful look.
“Can I blindfold you?” he asks abruptly.
Chapter 22
Nixon
Ella’s eyes don’t widen in shock or fear like I had expected them to. Good, this tells me she trusts me completely. Of course, she does, the voice in my head pipes up, or she wouldn't have come here with you. Alone.
She does look a little apprehensive, and I can’t have that, so I hurriedly add on. “It will only be for pleasure…I have a surprise for you, but if you don’t want to do it, it’s okay. You can tell me no. I’m not going to get mad.”
She looks relieved, and she gives me a sexy little smile that I notice she only uses with me. I kiss that smile because I need a small taste before the real show starts. She gives me a small noise of appreciation, and I pull back, waiting for her reply.
“Okay, I’ll do it.”
And I can tell she’s excited about what’s to come. I want her to know sex between us can be fun, and never anything to be worried about, but also something we can test the limits of when we want. I can tell that she’s wanted it. I can see the look in her eyes that sometimes expresses that she wants an adventure. Maybe some roughness from time to time. I would never try something she didn’t seem comfortable with, but with the way she’s fidgeting and the clenching of her thighs, I know she wants this. Wants me.
“Let’s undress you first. I need to see you.”
She blushes, but my words affect her in a good way, and I’m glad. She’s a fucking goddess, and she deserves compliments.
She goes to sit up. “No, no,” I tell her, pitching my voice low. “I’ll do all the work.”
She gives a soft, breathy laugh.
I start slowly, making sure to gently caress her skin with every item of clothing I remove. Nothing too much, but just enough to cause goosebumps. Her skin is so soft, it feels as though my rough hands will rip through it. Like knives playing with silk.
When her shirt is off, I stare down in awe at her. A sexy lace bra is all that’s between me and her pretty pink nipples. Her eyes are dark as she stares back at me, and I bring my hands to the bra and tug down the cups, bringing it under her breast. The more I stare at them, the harder her nipples get, and then, never losing eye contact with her, my head comes down slowly to suck one of the small buds into my mouth. She arches into me, crying out, and I use my teeth a little, seeing if she likes more pressure. When she moans even louder, saying my name like a prayer, it urges me on, causing me to move to the next one. They need equal attention, after all. I suck hard, and she bucks her hips, and I chuckle against her breasts.
“God, Nixon. I—I need you.”
I growl. “Let me play with you for a little while first,” I say, nuzzling her breasts, the pale skin turning a rosy red from the scruff on my face. “It will make it so, so much better.”
She whimpers, arching some more, begging for friction. So I pull back and get the blindfold and the other “surprise” I’d brought along. I didn’t know if she’d say yes to it, but they were there just in case, and maybe a small part of me was hoping she’d say yes. Well, okay, a big part of me.
I don’t let her see the vibrator as I walk over with the red silk blindfold in hand. Her big, blue eyes stare up at me, heavy-lidded with desire yet still innocent, and it’s a heady combination that I’m starting to recognize as only Ella.
When she closes her eyes, lashes brushing against high cheekbones, it’s with a finality that shows her nerves and her eagerness.
I cover her eyes, the red of the blindfold almost matching her hair and standing out starkly against her pale skin, making her appear like some sort of delicate, kinky porcelain doll. I want to devour her. Her beauty is something to be marveled. Something to be adored and treasured. So, that’s what I’ll give her.
I finally take her pants off, slowly pulling them down her legs, and then she is completely bared before me. Just the way I like it.
“Spread those legs, little fox,” I say huskily.
She lets out a sound that’s almost a purr as she does, and I lick my lips. I can see the wetness of her sex. See her desire. See how much she wants me.
“How badly do you need me, Ella?” I barely recognize my voice, filled with such hunger, such a craving. Craving for her.
“I need you now,” she moans.
“Tell me,” I demand. “Tell me how badly you want it. Do you crave me like I crave you? Does your pussy ache for me? Is the pulse between your thighs becoming painful?” I ask, watching her squirm. Watching her breasts move up and down rapidly as her chest heaves.
I turn on the vibrator, and she gasps. “Do you know what this is?” I ask.
“I—” she pants, “I take it that it’s not a cell phone.”
I bark out a surprised laugh. “Correct.”
I turn it on the gentlest setting and press it against her inner thigh, and she inhales a sharp breath.
I move it up, tracing the length of one thigh, then back down the other, teasing her. Then I take it away and suddenly move it to her nipple. She cries out, arching, and I can’t help bending down to take that nipple into my mouth.
I slide my tongue between her breasts, down her stomach, dipping into her belly button, before I reach the main course.
Gliding my tongue over her clit and then down to her entrance, I suddenly press the vibrator against it.
She screams in pleasure, but I quickly take it away, causing her to whimper in response.
I use my tongue, she bucks against my face.
I use the vibrator, she gives a guttural moan.
I do this for a few minutes before I finally give her what she wants. When I slide the vibrator inside her, I suck her clit into my mouth. I hum as I move my face in circles, hitting all her nerve endings, giving her what she needs.
An all-consuming, savage orgasm rips through her so forcefully that I almost lose my grip on her. She screams out, and I keep my eyes on her. Her mouth is open on a moan, head tilted back. I bet if her eyes were visible, they’d be squeezed shut in bliss.
I ride out every last inch of her climax, making sure to keep up my ministrations until her quivering legs flatten on the bed, and nothing is left but the sound of her heavy breathing.
Then, I’m stripping my clothes before I even have conscious thought of doing so. The sound of the condom wrapper ripping almost seems louder in the silence of the room, and Ella stills before she starts squirming on the bed once more.
“Did you think I was done with you?” I ask huskily.
Instead of answering, she spreads her legs, leaving her swollen pussy bared before me, and my mouth practically salivates while my cock hardens further.
“You’re like a dream,” I rasp out. “Except this is real life, and it’s even better.”
Her full lips spread into a smile. “You’re a sweet talker. You’re already getting laid, ya know. You don’t have to say those things.”
I raise a brow even though she can’t see me, and then I crawl over top of her. She shivers, and a sense of male satisfaction roars through me. Something I don’t think I’ll ever get used to. I’m good at fucking, and I know it. Always have been. But with Ella…when someone like me turns on someone like her? With someone as pure, beautiful, elegant as her? It fucking means something.
Makes me want to keep her here in this cabin forever, where all I know is her, and all she knows is me. There’s no anger or sadness or dark pasts. It’s just us, and she is all mine.
I press my cock slowly into her slick entrance, groaning at the feel of her.
“Jesus, Ella,” I gasp out. “And I’m not a sweet talker. I’m actually not a good guy at all. Only for you.”
Her pearly white teeth sink into her lower lip, and I bend down and swipe my tongue across it when she opens her mouth on a gasp.
“You’re a good guy, though, Nixon. You’re the best guy I know.”
I pause. Does she really think that? And if she does, how can she think that? Of someone like me, no less? It seems ridiculous, but the starving man inside of me that’s desperate for this, for her, wants to believe it.
Her words pull an urgency from deep inside me. Frenzied and frantic, I suddenly pull out of her and flip her onto her stomach. She yelps, and I growl, gripping her perfect firm ass, palming the flesh there. I can’t stop myself from bending down and giving it a small nip. She gives another yelp, but it’s one of excitement and anticipation. She knows what I’m about to give her, and it has me even more crazed.
She plants her knees firmly on the mattress, and I grip her hips before slamming my cock inside her.
She moans loudly, and I drive into her at a punishing pace, claiming her.
My hands slide up her sides and grip her full breasts. Like soft pillows in my hands. I squeeze them because those are mine too, and she arches her head back. Her body really is like a work of art.
The curve of her spine. Her flaming red hair. Pale skin.
“Are you mine, Ella?” I ask, my voice sounding raw and animalistic. “Because there’s no going back from this for me.” I pound into her harder. Fiercely. Possessively. Trying to communicate everything words can’t.
“I’ll be yours if you’ll be mine,” she counters. Her voice is ragged and breathy. Soft. Coming from the back of her throat.
I manage a short burst of a laugh that breaks through the slapping of our skin. Only Ella would want to negotiate during a time like this.
“Of. Fucking. Course.” I emphasize with each thrust. “Maybe I need to fuck you harder if it wasn’t obvious from the beginning.”
“Maybe I don’t know. Maybe you should show me.” Her voice is hot as hell. Hypnotizing. Low. Seductive. I know she’s on the verge of another orgasm, so I stroke her clit, nice and firm just how she likes it, causing us both to reach our climax at the same time. It’s a powerful release. One like I’ve never known before. Ella Black’s pussy is magic because I’m hooked. Addicted, like I’m getting high off her alone. A small voice in the back of my head tells me I’m fooling myself. It doesn’t have anything to do with the sex, and I know it. Of course, it’s amazing—the best I’ve ever had, but it’s her. Her bright soul sees my tortured one, shining a light so bright upon it that all my demons run and hide. Completely disappearing when she’s around. She has become my peace, and for someone like me, that’s dangerous because I will slaughter anyone who takes that from me.
Chapter 23
Ella
Excitement thrums through me as we get to the top of the alpine slide that stretches down the side of Whitefish Mountain. I’m so hyped for the adrenaline-filled ride that I can’t help but bounce on the balls of my feet.
“Ah, the little fox is an adrenaline junkie, hmm?” Nixon says, rubbing his palms up and down my bare arms.
“Yes,” I say, smiling. “Everything looks so pretty up here, and I’m just so excited to see how everything looks as we ride down the mountain.”
“Sure you’re not scared?” he asks, widening his eyes playfully.
“Hell no! I’m ready. You sure you’re not scared?” I poke him in the stomach playfully. “Is the big bad fighter afraid of heights? Please be afraid of heights so I can make fun of you a little bit.”
He chuckles. “No. I’m not afraid of anything.”
I throw my head back, laughing. “You’re so tough.” I widen my eyes, gasping in mock surprise before reaching out and grabbing his muscular bicep, which makes my hand look super tiny. “Wow, look at these guns! Hard as steel. Why I bet you could lift a car!” I say in a high pitched voice, and Nixon laughs.
“Stop it. You know your muscles are way bigger than mine, and I’m really sensitive about it.”
I giggle. “Aw, poor baby,” I say, pinching his cheeks and pouting my lips. Nixon swoops down and kisses the
m. I gasp in surprise.
He pulls away, biting his lip. “You’re especially tempting when you’re carefree and happy,” he says.
I smile shyly, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. His eyes bore into mine with such intensity; I find it hard to look away. His finger traces my lips that are still set in a smile.
“Ready?” he asks.
It’s then I realize we’re holding up the line, and it’s our turn.
“Yes,” I say, flustered, feeling the heat spread on my cheeks.
Nixon gets in first, patting his lap and raising his eyebrows suggestively. I roll my eyes, still feeling the butterflies in my stomach as I get in, sitting on his lap. His arms come around me, squeezing me tightly.
The contraption we get into is small, like a little cart with wheels, barely big enough for the two of us. The man in charge of the slide has us buckle in and then gives us the okay to go, and we take off.
I squeal loudly in delight and feel Nixon chuckle behind me. We speed down the mountain, and the scene is breathtaking. I feel like I’m flying. Like I’m free. Up here, nothing can touch me. The trees come at us so quickly, looking like furry hands reaching out for us as they blur by. The ride is surprisingly smooth, and I lay my head back on Nixon’s chest as we laugh, just enjoying this ride together. And I realize it’s the first time ever I’ve felt truly safe and accepted in someone else's arms.
When we reach the bottom, we get unbuckled. I stand, and Nixon lightly taps me on the butt. I give a small, surprised yelp.
I turn around to find him smiling innocently, and I narrow my eyes at him.
“You wanna play, do you?” I ask, keeping my voice low and husky.
“Always,” he says.
I snicker, shaking my head.
“What next?”
“Adventure is out there!” he yells, trying to make his voice as high pitched as it can go, which isn’t very high.
