Sweet Cherry Cove: The Complete Series

Andre

Faith goes quiet again as I carry her up the stairs, and I chalk it up to worrying that I’ll miss a step. But when we reach her bedroom at the end of the hallway and she’s still chewing on her bottom lip, I jiggle her in my arms.

“Check in, sweetheart. Doing okay?”

“Yes,” she whispers, rubbing her cheek against mine—and damn, the sweetness of that just about floors me. “Just getting in my head again. But I want this. I want you.”

I kick her bedroom door open, wincing at the bang. At least Stephen’s on another continent right now. The floorboards groan under our joined weight as I carry her toward the bed.

“Because we don’t need to do anything more right now. We don’t need to rush, Faith. I’m in this, okay? I’ll wait as long as you need.”

She scratches my chin like I’m a giant cat. “I know you will.”

Bed springs plunk as I lower her to the mattress. “So should I go cook us breakfast instead? I make mean skillet fries, you know. They’re not on the diner menu either.”

Faith’s eyes go round as she wriggles back, lying in the middle of the double bed. Her sheets are pale pink, and her quilt is patterned with tiny seashells. “Oh my god, I didn’t even think of that perk. Your food.”

“It’s all yours, sweetheart.”

Faith looks askance at her drawing desk in the corner, the one where she does all her freelance graphic design. “All I can offer you is a new logo for the diner.”

“You don’t need to offer me anything. I don’t need perks from you—just Faith.”

She snorts at my terrible pun, and when her arms lift toward me, I kick off my shoes faster than a blink. She’s not hungry for skillet fries?

That’s fine. I’m fucking starving for her.

Two minutes later, I’ve added ‘Fix bed frame’ to the mental list of things I can do for my girl, because this ancient wooden frame announces every time we move so much as an inch. The tortured wood screams out, the sound bouncing through the empty house, and… yeah.

This is not romantic.

“I’m sorry!” Faith wails as I climb back off the bed and pull her up by the hand. “I’ve never had a visitor in this bed. I didn’t realize it would be so noisy.”

“Never had a visitor in this specific bed?” I ask, dragging the quilt off and arranging it carefully on the rug. God knows Faith deserves better than a nest on the floor, but desperate times call for desperate measures. “Or never had a visitor in any bed?”

You know, I sound good. Casual. Not at all like my animal hearing has sharpened on her. Not at all like I’m holding my breath, suddenly desperate to hear her say the words.

It wouldn’t change anything either way, for the record. I’d be just as smitten, just as lucky, just as head over heels for this girl.

But yeah, I want to be Faith’s first and only. Sue me.

“I think you know,” she says, so sly. She nudges my side. “I think you already know and you want me to spell it out because you’re a caveman.”

Grabbing the pillows I toss them on our nest. “Guilty as charged.”

Faith’s laugh blends into a happy sigh, and she stretches both arms over her head, rolling her neck. That vest top is so thin it’s barely there, brushing against her body, her hard nipples poking at the fabric…

I swallow hard. When did my muscles get so tense?

“Well, you’re right,” Faith says, so airy and teasing. “This is my first time. Ha, I can’t believe I was worried about this. I thought you’d want me less—”

With a growl, I grab her and bear her down into the nest. She comes easily, giggling madly, her limbs wrapping around my body—and fuck, she’s so hot and sweet and eager.

“Less?” I grit out, shoving her thighs wide and slotting my hips against hers. Even with my jeans and her shorts between us, the friction makes my gut twist, and I rock against her, driven by sheer instinct. Sparks crackle up my spine. “Does that feel like I want you less?”

She’s so hot and damp, searing me through our clothes. Faith moans and shakes her head, kissing my neck, my jaw, my shoulder, and fuck, I can’t think straight anymore.

“Tell me to stop and I will.” My chest is heaving, and the words come hard, dredged from the bottom of my soul. Even as I speak, I’m tugging her shorts down her thighs.

Faith lifts her hips to help me, and her eyes are fierce on mine. “Don’t stop, Andre.”

No. Fear.

Only a word from Faith could stop me now. Only an ounce of hesitation from her. Nothing else—not a natural disaster, or armed invaders, or goddamn Stephen back early from his trip—could drag me away when I settle my shoulders between her thighs.

There’s a mole on Faith’s right hip. So goddamn cute.

I kiss it before trailing down to her core.

“Oh!” Slender fingers weave through my hair, tugging and twisting. “Oh, shit! Andre!”

My lips curve against her slit as I grin. She’s delicious down here—as I always knew she would be. Tangy and sweet and salty, so wet for me already. Pink and puffy and swollen and mine.

Faith cries out as my teeth graze her clit. When I suck that bead into my mouth, she arches off the quilt, trembling like a leaf in a storm.

I planned to spend hours down here—and sometime soon I will. But right now…

My instincts are riding me hard. Need to make her come. I need in.

“Such a good girl.” My words are muffled against her folds, but Faith whimpers and writhes, and it’s official: I know her buttons. Of course I do. We fit perfectly together. “You’re so good for me, aren’t you sweetheart? Spreading those pretty legs.”

“Y-yes.” With twin pink spots on her cheeks, her dark red hair sprawled over the pillows, Faith looks wrecked already. “Andre.”

“I’m here. I’ve got you.” Palms kneading her thighs, I lick her steadily, taut with hunger. My cock’s hard enough to drill through the floorboards.

“I… I’m going to…”

She clamps around my finger as it presses inside her. So tight, and I’m only to the second knuckle. She’s slick, though, and softening up by the second as I devour her like my life depends on it.

Never going to hurt this girl. Won’t ever cause an ounce of pain.

That means she needs to be ready for me, because the rock-hard bulge in my jeans promises no mercy.

“Oh.” Faith’s restless now, squirming against my finger, tossing her head from side to side. “Oh.”

This time, when I suck on her clit, she arches all the way up off the quilt, hair dangling behind. She comes hard and fast, muscles rigid on her bones, and I don’t let up until she collapses back into the nest in a sweaty puddle.

“Shit,” Faith slurs, clapping both hands over her face. “That was—oh my god. Oh, god.”

“Want to keep going?” Jaw clenched, I wait with one hand on my jeans button. And Faith takes forever to speak again, visibly gathering her strength, but when she peeks at me between her fingers… there’s a spark in her eyes.

“Obviously,” she says, and the beast in my chest roars in triumph. Never yanked my jeans open so fast in my life.

No time to take them off. No time to peel our shirts off either. Better to crawl on top of her with my jeans down to my thighs, desperate and driven out of my mind, with only one thought driving me: the need to rut.

Other men could offer her elegance, maybe. A planned seduction.

But no one else could ever want Faith as badly as I do. It’s not possible.

I’m burning up for her. I’m roasting alive.

“So wet and warm.” I shove her thighs wider, fisting my length. It’s ruddy at the tip, aiming right at her core. “God, I bet it’s like heaven in there. You going to let me in, sweetheart? You gonna show me how good you feel?”

“Uh-huh.” She’s pulling on my shoulders; squeezing my waist with her thighs. Urging me on, her beautiful face stark with the same clawing hunger I feel. “Please, Andre. Please.”

My pulse throbs in my throat as I notch at her entrance. There’s just one last thing we need to clear up first. “Say you won’t run away with the circus.”

Faith’s startled laugh chases away my red haze. I grin down at her, sliding my length through her folds. Teasing, always teasing. “Say it, Faith.”

She flicks my nose. “There’s only one clown in this room.”

“Is that a solemn vow?”

“I guess so.”

Good enough. That promise will have to be enough, because if I don’t push inside her soon, I’ll lose my mind.

“Okay, sweetheart. Try to relax.”

Nudging forward, I grit my jaw.