Rescued By A Perfect Stranger: A Single Dad, Age Gap Romance (Bearberry Bay - Rescue Series Book 4)

Chapter 12

~~ James ~~

I wake slowly, the blankets insulating me from the chill air touching my face. I need to get up and stoke the fire.

My fingers on one hand are tingly. I wiggle them a little and lift my arm. It doesn”t move, and I turn my head to inspect, my eyes blurry, blinking. It isn’t quite light yet, but the human form next to me is unmistakable.

Lorelai’s lithe body is snuggled against my side, and the memory of my all-to-often mid-night nightmare is drowned out by flashes of her. Skin sliding across skin. Mouths pressed together, hungry. Surrounded by soft, wet, gripping heat. I’m hard as fuck just thinking about it.

I don’t want to wake her this early, but the need to touch her is driving through me like a sledgehammer. I shift so my front is pressed against her back, her ass in my crotch. Lorelai’s arm rests against her hip, and I slide my hand into the valley of her waist. I hadn’t thought I could get harder, but my cock jumps when she makes a sleepy sound.

I bury my face in the strands of hair escaping her braid. She smells of shampoo and... I inhale again. Vanilla. Vanilla and some other spice that teases me and makes me think of the last batch of cookies Morgan had brought in from the bakery for our Team to taste test.

Lorelai shifts and her ass rubs against my cock. I swear under my breath. My body grinds against hers without conscious thought. My hand slides around her to cup her breast. For such a slight little thing, she sure has plenty to hold. Her nipple is already hard when my fingers find it. I pinch just a little and roll the nub. Lorelai makes a throaty sound and pushes her ass more firmly against me. She’s awake now.

I release her and reach for the condom I’d dropped on the side table last night when I was fumbling with the strip of them. She grunts and her hand reaches back to find me. I love those little bursts of anger when I stop touching her. They send a thrill through me that is new and exciting.

I make short work of protecting us both and let her hand find mine to pull it back around her. She twines our fingers together and pushes my hand past her stomach, down to the small strip of soft curls, down farther.

I run a finger between her soft folds and find her already wet and ready. Fuck, this girl is unreal. I press a finger inside and her hips move into the pressure. Her hand still covers mine and she pushes me in harder.

My cock presses against her ass, and I push it between her cheeks. I hear Lorelai’s gasp and then she pulls my hand away and shifts back. Then my cock is between her legs, rubbing over the heat of her center. It’s so hot, so wet. I want to drown there.

Lorelai shifts again, a little sideways on the mattress, and the head of my cock slips just inside her channel. Damn, it’s like a lightning strike. Sparks tingle through my whole body, and I feel momentarily silly for the reaction. But then she arches, spearing herself farther onto my length.

Oh, that... That is amazing. My hands settle around her hips, but she doesn’t need my help. For a few minutes I let her set her own rhythm, flexing her hips up and back, up and back.

She makes that little noise I’m coming to realize is a bit of... Wanting more. “Oh, Chipmunk. Me, too.” I whisper. I throw a leg over her, coming up on my knees. I so very much want to pull her up with me, but I worry about her knee. Instead, I capture both her legs between mine and take over.

I push in farther than she’d been able to reach on her own, and she gasps. Another stroke, and she’s crying out, “Yessss.” I feel the tip of my cock bend just a bit against her cervix, and the sparks of lightning, turn into a rush of fire. Two more strokes and she sobs my name. I feel her clench around me, and the flutters tell me she’s already about to come.

I lean down to her ear. “Don’t come yet,” I whisper. “Wait for me.” Her whimper drives straight into my cock and I feel myself swell even more. I push against her, stroke after stroke after stoke. I feel my sack draw up and that tingle starts at the base of my spine.

Fuck, I pride myself on lasting longer than this. But I know she’s ready, too. I let it happen. “Come, Lorelai.” I grind out. “Come now.” I pump faster into her as spurt after spurt empties into the condom. Her cries are the perfect harmony to the orchestral crescendo in my head.

I keep my weight on my knees and arms even though they’re shaking and rest my forehead on her back until my breathing steadies. When I finally open my eyes, I can just barely make out the flames tattooed down her spine. In between her shoulder blades is a woman with flowing fiery locks and delicately curled ram’s horns. I press a kiss to the face that looks surprisingly like Lorelai’s and get a slight shudder in response.

I slip out and move off the bed to dispose of the condom, but I’m quick to slide back under the covers and pull Lorelai closer. I know I fought the attraction, but since I’ve already jumped into the fire, I’m going to be all-in right now and kick myself later. She turns, snuggling into my side with her head on my shoulder. I miss this. The afterglow. The quiet communing while sweat dries on sensitive skin. I let my eyes close again and sleep pulls me back under.

I wake to sweet guitar riffs and country crooning.

I fumble for my phone on the side table while trying to keep Lorelai pulled to me with my other arm. But she sits up, rubbing her face as I answer the call.

“Mr. Carlo, it’s Sharon at the office again. Just letting you know the plows are out clearing streets, but they may not reach you until tomorrow. I know you were planning on checking out this morning, but there”s no rush. I”ll be in the shop all day today and tomorrow.”

”Thank you, Sharon. I appreciate the extra time.” I disconnect and look over at Lorelai, catching her mid-stretch. I barely have time to admire her curves before she pulls the covers up to her chin looking like an urchin.

My brain has a difficult time keeping up. She looks like a child one minute and a siren the next. Even though she isn’t quite as young as she looks, I still have no business being in this bed with her.

Guilt grabs me by the throat, and I slide off the bed with the mumbled excuse of checking breakfast supplies.