By the time he covered her with his body, his hard-on pressing at her entrance, she moaned helplessly. She parted her legs, wrapping them around his torso, ready to entangle her body with his completely.
When his gaze found hers, a raw emotion she didn’t know hit her. The intensity in his eyes heated her skin, sending little thrills straight to her cunt. “We’re here at last, Jenny.” His voice dropped an octave.
At last? What did he mean?
She opened her mouth to ask, but he covered her lips with his, giving her a taste of her own tangy essence. He propped his elbows on the mattress at her sides and, while intensifying the kiss, he plunged inside her.
She wrenched her mouth away. Her breath caught in her throat, and she stiffened for a moment, clenching her inner muscles around his enormous, long, thick cock. “This. Is. Heaven.”
The smile he gave her almost brought tears to her eyes. Sweat glistened down her body, slicking them closer, and an intimate warmth she’d never expected pulled them together like an invisible band.
He began moving, stretching her to the max, driving her to her limits, but she embraced it, even if a pang of ache sizzled her insides as she adjusted to his size. Damn.
“Relax, sweetheart.” He planted small kisses on her nose and cheeks, and she found herself loosening, melting, and sighing. “Yes. Good girl.”
She squeezed his shoulders, giving him the wordless go-ahead to keep moving, to resume his claim of her. He retreated halfway then returned again, deeper, fucking her to the hilt. “Yes. Oh, yes!”
He continued the thrilling performance of withdrawing and plunging, upping the pace, each time sending her close to the edge. She scratched his back, clutching her legs around him so tightly, she was surprised he could still move.
Oh, yes he moved. And how he moved.
Growling, he teased her, flicking her clit, nipping her shoulders. A wave of pleasure washed over her, contracting her muscles then immediately releasing, bringing an explosion of colorful sensations through her. Moans escaped her lips, and a tremor detonated within her.
Soon, he threw back his head and gave her one last thrust before spilling himself inside her. A groan filled the space, and she caressed his head, loving the sensation of fulfillment. Was it wrong to be thankful for the emergency landing earlier that day?
…
The knock on the door startled Mack. He jumped out of bed, fetching the towel from the floor and whipping it on. When he opened the door, the bed-and-breakfast employee greeted him with a professional smile. “Yeah?”
“I know Ms. Sadler had clothes in the washer earlier. I took the liberty of moving them to the dryer, and here they are,” he said, handing him a stack of folded clothes. “I figured you may need those back.”
“Yeah. Hold on.” He closed the door, searched for his wallet, and grabbed a fifty-dollar bill. He returned to the entrance, gave it to the employee, and thanked him.
“Thank you, sir.”
“Say, if we need to stay over the weekend, would that be okay? Availability-wise.”
The man nodded quickly. “Shouldn’t be a problem.”
“Good. Thanks.”
“Have a nice stay, Mr. Hunter. Please let me know if you’ll be staying one more night.”
“I’ll let you know as soon as I find out.”
He shut the door and walked to the middle of the cottage, contemplating the alluring woman sleeping on the bed. Would she agree to stay for one more night? Anticipation throbbed in his stomach, and he scratched his head. Damn. He’d give anything for her to say yes.
Why not? They were both adults, and maybe she didn’t have to be in Houston tomorrow. Concern filled his gut. What if she didn’t want to be with him for longer than one night? He ran his fingers through his hair, restless. What good was it to doubt himself? She should decide for herself if she wanted to be with him or not.
He walked to the bed and slid onto it beside her. She moved and stretched into his arms like an overindulged cat. When she opened her eyes, she looked at him. “Who was it?”
“The clerk. We have our clothes back.” He deposited a kiss on her shoulder, loving the warm intimacy surrounding them as if they’d made love a thousand times in the past. Well, they had in his vivid imagination.
She shifted, rubbing his erection. “Something tells me you don’t want to wear them now.”
“How about if we don’t wear them for the rest of the weekend?”
She blinked and paused for a moment. “What exactly do you have planned?”
“I propose we enjoy the rest of the weekend. Come Monday morning, I can take you to your destination. Unless you get sick of me earlier.”
“A no-strings-attached weekend?”
“Unless you have something pressing waiting for you in Houston. What is it, by the way?” he said. What if she had a loved one in trouble and needed to go to their side? After all, at first, he’d assumed she was a doctor, but now, as a movie critic—albeit a successful one—he doubted she’d drop a lot of money to take a private helicopter often.
“It was my best friend’s thirtieth birthday party. I already texted and explained I couldn’t make it.”
He shoved the sheets away from her, exposing her bare body for his pleasure. His only.
“Maybe we should celebrate this new development,” she said, turning around and pushing him onto the mattress.
His cock grew harder, and she began to kiss his neck, licking it and continuing a sinful path down his pecs. Damn. When she licked his abs, her tongue lazily running along his ridges, he groaned. Curling his fingers into fists at his sides, he let out his breath in shallow gasps, fighting the urge to flip her on her back and screw her. End the torment.
No. She wanted to do this, and fuck—they had more time now to engage in each other’s bodies, to tease, to make love.
She tossed him a glance filled with mischief, quickening his heartbeat. “I can’t believe you held out this supersize cock for so many years.”
His pulse slammed him. “You were too young when I worked for your father.”
“How about after you left the Air Force? I saw you at parties.”
“I never knew you were interested.”
“I am now.” She lowered her head, looking away from him and focusing on his cock—or so he imagined. When she parted her lips and closed them around his rod, sweat broke out on his forehead. Holy shit. A rush of blood pounding its way down his veins, with maddening speed, heading to the tip of his dick. Leaving him almost…light-headed.
She slid her hands down his balls, squeezing them gently, just enough to cause a hot tingle through them. In tandem with her hands, she sucked his length from root to tip, alternating lazy languid strokes with faster, stronger laps. He thrust his fingers into her sultry hair, kneading her scalp.
She moaned, her hips undulating. Sucking him turned her on. He massaged her head with more vigor, dictating the rhythm and intensity. Rather than protest, she followed his lead, cupping his buttocks and bringing him even deeper into her throat.
“That’s it…take all of me, baby. You can do it.” He doubted she could, but wasn’t it fucking hot to see her try—to feel her throat muscles clinging to him, working to fit him? Pre-cum rose to the tip, and she swallowed it, her nails lightly scratching his ass.
Zings of pleasure mounted on him, pressuring above his groin, stiffening his limbs. “I’m coming, Jenny. Have you ever swallowed a man’s cum before?”
Without breaking contact with him, she shook her head.
“I want you to swallow every last drop,” he hissed out with a possessiveness that scared him. He tugged at her hair, a sense of pride filling him. She was about to taste him completely and give him what she hadn’t to any other man.
She slipped her hands under his ass and lifted, bringing his cock even deeper into her mouth.
“Holy fuck,” he said, feeling his blood race to his rod fast. She squeezed his ass, her nails scratching his flesh, and that did
it—without time to warn her, or hell, time to barely release, the most powerful orgasm of his life started. He tensed for an instant, then began spilling his seed into her sweet mouth. Spasms of pleasure almost lifted him from the mattress, and he groaned out her name.
She, who gulped every drop of him, hungry, eager, just perfect.
How could he ever let her go? He wouldn’t. He couldn’t.
They belonged together—and he had to show it to her.
Chapter Five
“Didn’t we hike enough yesterday?” Mack grumbled when she closed the door of their cottage behind them.
Ever since they’d shared the breakfast that’d been brought to them by the bed-and-breakfast owner, she’d insisted on making an exception for his no-clothes rule and venturing outdoors.
“That was different. We felt like crap, and this is more…voluntary.”
“Speak for yourself.”
She shook her head. “Didn’t know you were so grumpy in the morning.” She nudged his elbow, and he retaliated by tickling the side of her stomach. She tried to suppress her giggles but ended up bursting into laugher.
Who knew they’d get along so well together? Her heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t technically cheating on Lewis if they hadn’t even discussed engagement, right? She bit her lip. Lewis meant the future she wanted to have…the stability and kindness in the midst of so many bad dates and crappy relationships. And Mack…
What does he mean to me? Is he another bad decision, or the great exception? In a lot of rom-coms she reviewed, women always fell for the confirmed bachelor who ended up changing his ways because of them. Yeah, right. Fiction was different.
“C’mon, Jenny,” he said, pulling her from her thoughts. He patted her shoulder. “Big outdoorsy girl, what’s the plan?”
She pulled out the map she’d gotten from the lobby. “If we follow the trail west, we’ll hit a river. And the supposedly charming small town isn’t too far from it.”
“Sounds good to me. Race you to that tree,” he said, and before she could protest, he swatted her ass and took off.
Oh, the bastard. The smack of his hand on her heated her flesh, tingling her ass and prompting her to will her legs to jog. “Be prepared to lose!” she shouted, running in that direction so fast, by the time she made it, her breath came out in small bursts, and she touched her heart to keep it from galloping from her chest.
Mack sprinted with grace and precision and had a smug smile on his face even though he hadn’t won. Hell, who was she kidding? He probably let her win. “Well done,” he said, nearing her and kissing her cheek.
The simple display of affection sent little thrills down her spine, and a heat settled in her chest that had nothing to do with jogging. “Thanks.”
For the next forty minutes, they walked side by side without speaking to each other. When they reached the river she’d read about, she took a deep breath of fresh, clean air.
Surrounded by bushes and a trail of oddly shaped rocks, the area could grace any postcard or souvenir photo. The sun shone on the clear waters, which reflected the rays of light. She took off her shoes and socks, carried them in one hand, and sat on the edge. A couple with children waved at them politely, leaving the area and organizing their picnic bag.
She put her feet into the water, a bit cooler than she’d have liked, but she didn’t retreat. Ever since her accident, she hadn’t been this close to nature. She’d chosen to exercise in the gym instead of the park and avoided going to the mountains or, hell, even the beach. She’d certainly stayed the hell away from snow.
And now…everything seemed so perfect.
“Meditating?” he asked, sitting next to her, crossing his legs.
“You know, when you dared me to race you…I ran for a while and didn’t think about my leg.” Until now. She touched her left knee and bit back a smile. Come to think of it, Mack made her feel surprisingly comfortable with herself. Unless he was driving her crazy with passion, of course. “Thank you,” she said in a low voice.
“I’m sorry about the ski accident. Did it take you a long time to recover?”
“I’m all right. It could have been worse.”
He stuck a strand of her hair behind her ear, then tipped up her chin to stare at him. She drew in a breath, her stomach knotting. Did she really believe her own words? “You don’t have to feed me any bullshit, Jenny. You can be honest with me.”
Her shoulders sagged, as if his demand lifted an invisible weight she’d been carrying. “I know it could have been way worse. I guess…I was dating someone on the wild side. He liked all these different sports, and I tried to fit in. I thought he liked me…well, he more than liked me.”
She shook her head, disengaging from his touch. If she wanted to tell him her story, she needed space. “Things between Colt and me got sour after I left the hospital. The doctor said I was recovering, but that meant lots of physiotherapy sessions, follow-up visits, and adjusting. My limp was worse then.”
Anger flickered in Mack’s eyes. “The bastard dumped you.”
She rolled her eyes. Was there another way to say it? Not really. “Yeah. Pretty much.”
“He’s an idiot, Jenny. Any man who leaves you is an idiot.”
A ball of awareness thickened in her throat, and she swallowed it, feeling her pulse race madly. She didn’t remember Mack being so…into her. She shifted from one side to the other. “Have you been an idiot, too? To women?” To me? We’re here at last, Jenny. He’d said those words the previous night in bed, and now they rang in her ears. What had he meant, exactly?
He cleared his throat and glanced at the river. She studied his profile, his mouth set in a hard line. “I haven’t left women who didn’t know what to expect.”
“That’s not saying much.”
“I’ve had my share of mistakes, but I was always honest from the get-go. Except for once.”
Anticipation made her lean forward, her pulse fastening. “When?”
He turned his face to her, frowning. “When I left you, Jenny, without telling you how I felt. I was the biggest idiot of all.”
…
Mack swallowed, apprehension throbbing in his throat. He’d said it, and maybe it was too soon or she wasn’t ready to listen, but fuck, he wouldn’t take it back.
She tilted her head, angling closer. Her eyes darkened, then she parted her lips but hesitated. He gave her a slow nod, the silent encouragement for her to ask him whatever she wanted. “How did you feel?”
“I had a big crush on you. But I was also three years older, and not the best match for someone like you. Wouldn’t be right.” He repeated out loud the excuse he’d fed himself for all those years, when he unexpectedly caught himself thinking about what might have been if he’d told her. Would she have been ready? Would he have been ready?
“When you left, you were eighteen. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“You were fifteen. Your dad noticed I liked you, and he made me promise I wouldn’t act on it or flirt with you. I can’t blame him.”
“I had no clue.”
“I know.”
“Why didn’t you look for me later on?”
“I served the Air Force for eight years after I got my commission to fly, then afterward, I heard about you dating some guy. Never seemed like the right moment.” Besides, Mr. Sadler’s voice echoed in his ears, reminding him he still wasn’t good enough for Jenny. What could he offer her? It took him years to win the patent to the proprietary method he’d created to save aircraft fuel. After he’d sold the rights, he finally had enough money to invest in his helicopter taxi company. Besides, his family was still shitty—no matter how much money he made.
“I had a crush on you, too.”
His heart floated up his throat. “What?”
She flushed. “I once cut out your face from a picture and put it next to mine. But you were always so distant, I thought you found me boring.”
“Never.”
She stroked his face, her fin
gers outlining his cheeks, then sliding down to his chin and Adam’s apple. A shudder went through him, and he pulled her closer. “Am I better than your fantasies?” He kissed her nose.
“Yes,” she said. “Much better.”
He lowered his head, capturing her lips with his, coaxing her mouth open. She threaded her arms around his neck, pressing her delectable body to his—robbing him of oxygen and common sense. The need to fuck her hit him like a blow.
She must have shared the need, for she thrust her fingers into his hair, her fingertips massaging his scalp. He shivered as his blood pounded hard and strong. His cock ached for her, pushing against the confines of his pants. He’d forgone underwear, and now he was glad. The faster he found a way into her cunt, the better.
“I need you,” she said between kisses that grew hungrier, more passionate each time.
“Me, too. Come.” Taking her hand, he led her into the bushes on the same side of the river. He marched through them until he reached an area filled by knee-deep grass and canopied by thick, tall oak trees.
He stopped in front of a wide trunk and glanced around to make sure no one could see them easily. His heart thumped in his ears, blood rushing through his temples, but he waited a few seconds to see if he heard anyone close by.
Besides the sound from flying birds and swooshing of the leaves, no other noise worried him.
“Turn around.”
She did as asked, splaying her hands on the trunk. He pulled down her pants and underwear, exposing her amazing ass to his enjoyment. He whipped down his own pants, his cock jutting out, ready for action. Ready for her.
She bucked her hips to him, and he kneaded the two luscious cheeks, squeezing them so hard they reddened under his caress. A couple of sexy moans filled the air, and God, he loved how she undulated her hips, squirmed, begged for him without words.
He kissed her ear, tracing the outer shell with the tip of his tongue. She quivered, yet another moan leaving her lips. He cupped her breasts over the shirt, loving how the peaks hardened for him. He felt a drop of fluid leaking from the tip of his rod and knew he couldn’t wait much longer.
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