I pushed her thighs open, settling my shoulders between them.
“Mitch.”
“I’ve got to taste you.” I kissed her thigh and then looked up at her. I told her I wouldn’t touch her if she didn’t want me to. Oh God, I hoped she wanted me to.
Her expression was uncertain, which made me wonder if a man hadn’t ever kissed her there. “It will be good, I promise.”
She nodded.
Thank fuck. I dipped my head, inhaling her sweet scent and marveling at her glistening wet pussy. I snaked my tongue out, sliding it through her folds. Sweet nectar coated my tongue, and I moaned at its delicious sweetness.
Using my fingers to spread her pussy folds open, I feasted. I consumed every sweet inch of her, using tongue and lips to suck and lick until she was writhing under me.
“I’m close, Mitch…oh, God.” Her hands reached for me like she wanted me to stop.
“There’ll be more for you,” I said, hoping she’d let me make her come with my mouth, and hoping I’d be able to make her come again later, hopefully around my dick.
I thrust my tongue inside her sweet pussy while my thumb rubbed her hard clit. Her entire body went taut, her hips lifting to meet the thrust of my tongue.
“Oh God Mitch!”
I continued to work her, drawing out her orgasm as her hips moved with my mouth, and then bringing her down.
I rose up, sitting back on my heels and rubbing her thighs as I watched her beautiful face recover from her orgasm.
When her eyes opened, she had a sweet smile. “You’re not done.”
“Neither are you,” I said, reaching for my jeans. I pulled out my wallet and grabbed a condom. I hoped to hell it was still good. It had been a long time since I’d been with a woman. Who knew how long it had been in my wallet?
I sheathed my aching dick and then returned my attention to her.
“What do you think of when you imagine about us?” she asked as I looked down on her body and tried to decide what I wanted to do next; suck her tits or just dive in?
“I think of how tight you were. Sometimes I think about eating you, which I didn’t do last time.” I settled my dick at her entrance and then leaned forward, drawing her nipple into my mouth, sucking on it and swirling my tongue around it.
She sighed and held my head. “Do you think about my mouth on you?”
I groaned. “Sometimes,” I admitted.
“Can I do that? Suck your dick?”
Good Christ, I nearly came at the idea of it. “Maybe next time. I won’t last this time.” I pressed the head of my dick inside her, and Jesus, she was still tight. Pleasure radiated from my dick outward at the feel of her pussy walls squeezing and pulling me inside her.
She let out a long shuddering breath. Her hands gripped my ass and pulled, sliding me in further. Holy hell, her body felt perfect around mine. I tilted my hips and thrust all the way in. She gasped and arched.
“You okay?” I wasn’t a small man, and some women needed time to adjust. She was so tight, I worried I might have hurt her.
“So good, Mitch.” Her hips rocked against me.
Taking that as my cue, I slowly pumped in and out, gritting my teeth to control my urge to plunge hard and fast. I needed to get her hot again. I needed to feel her come around my cock.
I levered up on my hands as my need built, and I had to move faster, harder, as the tether on my control loosened.
“Oh, yes,” she gasped. “More…yes…”
She moved with me like we’d been fucking together for years. In sync, our bodies came together and pulled apart in a dance.
“Honey, I’m going to come,” I said as I teetered on the edge. The need to come lapped at the edges of my control. “Tell me you’re there.”
“Yes…don't stop…” Her body went tight and bowed up, and she cried out my name. Tiny rockets blasted in my brain as she shot me over the edge into intense pleasure.
“Oh fuck, Hope…so good…” I pumped and pumped until my arms gave out and I collapsed on her. Even as I lay there, catching my breath, her body massaged my dick, and it felt so fucking good.
As the storm cleared, I lifted my head to look down on her, wanting to make sure she was okay. She quirked a brow at me, and I knew she was wondering what I was going to do next. I’d handled it all wrong the last time. But the last time I’d been surprised and overwhelmed by what had happened. This time I knew exactly what I’d done. Did I still feel bad for betraying my friend? A little. Mostly I was so fucking content and wondering when I’d be able to have her again.
“When I recover, I’m going to want to do that again,” I said.
Her smile was so beautiful, my heart rolled in my chest at the sight of it.
“No regrets?” She asked.
Yes, I had regrets. I was fucking my friend’s sister. But Parker wasn’t here, and I was selfish enough to not care.
“I’ll only regret it if I don’t have you again.” I wanted her in every possible position. I wanted her in every room of my house. Christ, the things I wanted to do to her, and the things I wanted to ask her to do to me would likely make her blush.
She pushed at me, rolling us until she was on top. “This time, I want a turn.”
My tired dick twitched back to life at those words. “You can have all the turns you want, honey.”
She looked down at my cock. “How long does he need.”
“Why don’t you touch him and find out?”
As it turned out, he didn’t need that much time once she got ahold of him.
We woke the next morning in front of the fire. The storm had blown through most of the night, shaking the house and rattling the windows, so we stayed in the living area. I’d gotten some blankets and pillows for us. A few times, I’d gotten up to stoke the fire so it wouldn’t go out. A couple of those times, I’d fucked Hope again. Okay, every one of those times. I wasn’t sure how long she’d be here or if she’d continue to let me touch her once we reached the morning after, so I wanted to have my fill of her. And thank fuck, she was open to it each time I pulled her to me.
My eyes opened as the sun’s first rays crept across the living area. I looked down at Hope, who was nestled against me, her leg over my thighs. After the fiasco with Gwen, I’d decided love ever after was a gimmick to sell romcom movie tickets and fairy tales. However, I couldn’t deny that waking with Hope in my arms was one of the best ways to greet the day.
I found the strip of condoms I’d brought out some time during the night, rolled one on, and then slipped inside her luscious body.
She sighed. “Good morning to you too.”
I watched her beautiful face as I pushed up and up until she flew over into orgasm. Only then did I let myself go with her. This would be an excellent addition to my morning routine.
“It’s time to get up,” I said once we caught our breaths.
She snuggled against me, closing her eyes. “It’s still early.”
“Come on, Hope. Let’s greet the day.”
Her eyes peeked open. “You’re serious.”
I grinned down on her. “Yep. Come on.”
She moaned and groaned, but finally, she and Duke and I were outside. The area around the house was a mess with twigs and branches torn off the trees in the storm littering the yard. The ground was still wet, but the sun shone over everything, living up to the saying, the calm after the storm.
“I’m not running,” she said as I took her hand and led her to a trail that I hoped wouldn’t be too muddy.
“I know.”
She glanced up at me. “You’re wearing a shirt.”
“I’m not running,” I said.
She just looked at me.
I laughed and slipped my shirt over my head. “Better?”
She smiled as her eyes raked over my chest. “Much.” She reached out, running a hand over my chest and dragging it lower.
I gripped her wrist to stop her from reaching my dick, much to his dismay.
“Why can’t we just exercise inside?” she asked.
“We can, later.” I took her hand. “Come on.”
We walked along the path as Duke scouted for whatever the storm blew in.
“It’s muddy,” Hope said.
I looked down at her shoes. They were sneakers but not the kind designed for the rugged outdoors. “Don’t you have hiking shoes?”
She pursed her lips. “Do I look like an outdoor person?”
I stopped and stared at her. “You came to the mountains.”
“I came to work in the fresh air, not backpack. Besides, most outdoor wear for women isn’t that cute.”
I shook my head. “It’s not something that requires high fashion.”
She mimicked me, putting her hands on her hips. “Did you like my bra and panties last night?”
The pretty white lace and how her nipples strained the fabric flashed in my mind, making my dick take notice. “Yes.”
“Most people don’t see that. Underwear is worn under clothes.”
“Right,” I agreed.
“And yet it’s pretty. That’s because women feel pretty in lacy, feminine things. At least I do, even if no one sees it. There’s no reason not to feel pretty while roughing it.”
I laughed. “I never thought of it like that.” I looked down at my bare chest. “So why can’t I wear something handsome?”
She made a ffttt sound. “There’s nothing you can wear that is more handsome than those tattoos.”
I grinned, feeling ridiculously pleased by that comment. I took her hand again and led her up the path.
“You know, morning walks in nature boost creativity,” I said.
“Oh?”
“You’ll be able to work on your business with new energy and ideas.” I pulled her to a clearing and pointed.
She gasped as she looked out over the view of the valley, the sun’s rays slowly bringing life to it. “It’s beautiful.”
“Like you,” I said, bringing her hand to my lips and kissing it.
She smiled up at me with such sweetness. My heart clenched as I wished we could have this moment forever. I pushed it away. I couldn’t have Hope, and there was no such thing as forever. Even my parents, who were very happy in their marriage, didn’t get forever.
We walked on a bit, and I realized that I couldn’t have forever, but I could have whatever time she gave me. I could even help her with her project as I knew a few things about starting and running a business.
“If you needed any help in your business plan, I can offer what I know,” I said. “Not just tech stuff, although I could help with that.”
She looked up at me. “I do have a lot of questions, but I don’t want to bother your routine.”
I grinned at her. “I like it when you bother me.”
She blushed, and it was so fucking adorable.
“I don’t know about fashion,” I admitted. “But I could offer tips on financing or marketing. Or I could just be a sounding board.”
“Thank you, Mitch. I might take you up on that. Speaking of which, I should probably get started soon.”
I nodded, even though I wasn’t nearly ready to be done with our walk. I guided her back to the house.
“I’m going to clean up and get to work,” she said.
“Duke and I are going for a run. Then we’ll make you breakfast. The coffee should already be brewed as I set that up before we left.”
She stared up at me in gratitude. “Thank you, Mitch. For everything.”
“My pleasure, Hope.”
I watched as she sauntered down the breezeway to her room. I’d already checked the circuits to make sure the electricity was back on and working properly. But I’d nearly flipped the ones to the extension off so I’d have an excuse to keep her in the main house with me.
I laughed at himself. “I’m hopeless, Duke, did you know that?”
Duke barked.
“But you love me anyway, isn’t that nice.” I patted Duke. We headed out, and I did another short loop. When I got back, I gave Duke his breakfast. Then I got to work making Hope, and I breakfast. It felt so normal and domestic. I’d had those feelings before and they’d completely blown up in my face. I reminded myself that Hope was here for a few weeks and then would be off making her way in the fashion world. We’d have our fling, and I’d milk it for all it was worth. But then she’d be gone, which eliminated any risk to my heart.
As I pulled out the ingredients to make pancakes, I realized this situation was ideal. I could have Hope now, exhausting my long-suffering need for her. When we were done, my interest would be satisfied, Parker would never know, and we could both go on with our lives.
Hope—No Strings Attached
Hope
I didn’t mind waking up at the break of dawn with Mitch’s hands on me, his body moving in mine. But I wasn’t one to get up and exercise, especially outside. I had to admit, though, Mitch was right. The mountain air, fresh from a night of rain, awakened my senses and filled me with possibilities. One was to design cuter outdoor wear for women. I knew that clothes for rugged women came in feminine colors, but none seemed particularly pretty. What would it hurt to have a little style or lace?
I took a shower, wishing Mitch was there to wash my back. I was relieved that he didn’t have regret over what we did last night, several times. I was still Parker’s sister, so I wondered what had changed. Perhaps it was because Parker wasn’t around now, as he had been at the graduation party. Maybe it was that we were older. What Parker wanted or didn’t want shouldn’t matter when it came my or Mitch’s sex life.
Or maybe it was because I was here for a short time. We could have a fling, and when my month was up, it would be done. Maybe by then, my fascination with him would have run its course. That would be nice since it would make it easier to move on to new relationships. Over the last nine years, I’d dated some, but none of them held my interest, not like Mitch.
I wondered what it was about him. It’s not like we had a ton in common, except of course my brother. Mitch was tall, dark, and athletic. I was lean, fair, and girlie. When I’d known him before, he’d seemed more relaxed and open than now, and it made me wonder what had happened in his life that led him to hide in the woods. I remembered the scowl he had when I teased him about being a player like his brother Will, or the bitterness when he said of living in the mountains, “It beats the cliché of the insufferable marriage.”
I remembered Parker saying something about a woman and Mitch, but I hadn’t been paying attention to the details. Now, I wanted to know, although I suspected it was an off-limits topic.
I finished in the shower, got dressed, and then made my way back to the kitchen, following the scent of pancakes.
“Do you always have such big breakfasts?” I asked.
“We burned a lot of calories last night. We need to refuel,” he said with a waggle of his brows that made my insides flare with heat.
He handed me a plate with pancakes. “Trudy’s jam is on the table, or there’s syrup if you prefer.”
“Homemade jam sounds wonderful.” I wasn’t much of a breakfast eater, but now that he mentioned it, I was hungry likely from all the exertion the night before.
He sat across from me. “So what are your plans for today?”
“I think I’ll sketch a bit, and then I need to work on my business plan. I’m currently trying to do a SWOT analysis.” I cocked my head to the side. “Did you do that when you started your business?”
He laughed. “I was a nineteen-year-old hacker. No. But when I started to make money, I did get with a business professor and hired someone to help me. So eventually, I had a full-fledged business plan.”
“Do you miss your business?”
He stiffened slightly. “No.” But then his head seesawed. “Maybe a little. But I do some consulting and freelance projects, so I’m not completely out.”
I bit my lip, not sure if I wanted to ruin the morning by asking a question that I was afraid w
ould upset him. “What changed your mind about going public? Why did you sell instead?”
His jaw tensed, and he sat back in his chair. “I’m sure Parker told you the whole sordid story.”
I shook my head. “No. I think he may have hinted that someone who worked for you or maybe a woman did something. He never gave me details.” At least I didn’t think so. Now I felt bad for working so hard to keep Mitch out of my life.
He scooped jam on to his pancakes. “That’s about it.”
“What?” Held my coffee mug in both hands, giving him my full attention.
“Someone who worked for me and a woman.” He shoved a large fork of pancake into his mouth.
“Instead of stuffing your face and nearly choking, you could just tell me it’s none of my business,” I said, putting my coffee down and cutting my own pancakes.
He swallowed his food and sipped his juice. “I don’t like to talk about it.”
“Okay.” I studied him. “You seem different now. Still kind. I can see you’ve won the town over. But it’s like the spark is gone. Like a dark cloud hangs over you.”
He shrugged. “I thought I was fairly entertaining last night.”
“I’m not explaining myself very well, I guess. I enjoyed our day and night. You were charming. It just feels like you’re hiding up here. Whatever those people did, hurt you, and I’m sorry about that.”
“I’m not hiding. I like my life here. But I won’t deny they made me grow up and realize that real life is filled with assholes.”
As if he knew his master’s difficult emotions, Duke trotted over and put his head in Mitch’s lap.
“Have you been betrayed?” Mitch asked me, petting Duke, as he pushed his plate back. I hoped I hadn’t ruined his appetite.
“Betrayed. I don’t think so, but I’ve been hurt.”
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