Chapter 28
While the drive was four hours, it felt like no time passed at all when we finally hit the town where Blake’s family’s cabin was located.
We stopped at a grocery store. I stayed in the car with Maverick while Blake ran in, stocking up on food and drinks for the weekend. He’d brought some stuff from his house but said he needed to grab a few other things.
The topic, unsurprisingly, hadn’t been brought up during the car ride, but as I waited for him, I couldn’t help but wonder if this impromptu weekend getaway had anything to do with his nightmare last week. He hadn’t mentioned it at all.
That night, I spent an hour awake with him after he’d woken up.
I fell back asleep eventually, unsure how long it took him to do the same—if he did at all.
The next morning, he acted as if it hadn’t happened.
I wanted to ask, but at the same time, I was worried about upsetting him by bringing it up.
He didn’t seem like he wanted to talk about it.
But something in my gut told me this trip was brought on by it.
Once Blake returned to the car, he loaded the groceries into the back, and we drove another fifteen minutes before we turned onto a winding road leading up into the mountain.
We passed by several secluded cabins along the mountain’s edge, and I could feel my anticipation growing the further up we went.
We finally turned into the driveway of a one-story cabin situated near the top of the mountain. From the outside, it was quaint and perfect.
“Stop, it’s so cute!” I said excitedly as we got out of the car.
I let Maverick out of the back, and he started running around as Blake and I walked to the front door. He slipped the key into the lock and pushed the door open a moment later, and we stepped inside just after Maverick zipped between us.
To the right was the kitchen and a small dining area. To the left was the living room, complete with a rock fireplace and a television that hung above it. And down a small hallway, straight ahead was where I assumed the bedrooms and bathroom were.
Blake walked to the living room and removed the white sheets covering the sofa and the chairs.
As he looked around, I noticed a smile spread across his face, so wide his dimples popped.
Nostalgia and comfort radiated from him.
He’d told me he hadn’t been up here in years, not having been home long enough between school, residency, and the military to enjoy it.
Now, seeing his expression, I could tell this place was a solace for him. He already looked more relaxed.
“Here,” he said, “I want to show you the best part.”
He walked to a sliding door off the kitchen, unlocked it, and pulled it open. Maverick ran out first, sniffing around the large deck, and then I stepped out to see the view.
It was late February, so the trees were still bare and on the verge of change, but that didn’t detract from the beauty of the view, especially the mountains in the distance.
“This is amazing,” I said as I stepped up to the railing.
I felt him slip behind me, his chest brushing my back. “Thank you…for coming up here with me.”
I smiled, leaning back against him. “Thank you for the random drive and impulsive trip,” I replied.
It really was the little things.
Blake and I cleaned up the dust the cabin had collected from lack of use before we unloaded the car. We brought in the groceries, then our bags, which we dropped in the main bedroom. The other bedroom was filled with the tools and paint supplies his dad had been using for renovations.
He cooked steaks on the grill for dinner, and afterward, I was in the kitchen, cleaning up the dishes.
As I rinsed off a plate, I felt his hands curl around my waist from behind me. “You don’t have to do that,” he murmured.
“I don’t mind.”
His head dipped, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Okay, well, you don’t have to do it right now,” he said. The heat coloring his voice made my heart race and sent a shiver down my spine as I sensed the desire beneath his words.
“Well, what else am I going to do?” I teased.
He let out a low chuckle as his hands slid around to the front of my jeans, his agile fingers popping the button before slowly lowering the zipper. “I can think of a few things we could get up to instead of dishes.” His hand brushed the bare skin just above the lace waistband of my underwear.
“Like…?” I feigned innocence despite the way I arched back against him.
“We could have dessert. I’m starving.”
“You just ate,” I replied playfully.
“I’m a growing boy.”
A laugh bubbled out of me as I dropped the plate into the soapy water in the sink and turned to face him.
Blake immediately leaned down and captured my lips in a slow, heated kiss. His tongue slid into my mouth, curling against mine. I arched up on my tiptoes to loop my arms around his neck, and he lifted me into his arms, carrying me down the hall to the bedroom.
I could hear the tapping of Maverick’s paws trailing after us, and Blake didn’t even turn once we crossed the threshold. “Sorry, buddy. This definitely isn’t for your eyes,” he said, closing the door behind us.
I chuckled and felt him smile against my lips before we fell back onto the bed.
We wasted no time stripping one another from our clothes between soft chuckles and impatient kisses until we were both bare. He sat back on his haunches, his hands resting on my knees where they were pressed together. “Open for me, baby girl. Let me see you.”
I let my legs fall open for him, and he groaned at the sight of me—I knew I was glistening.
He leaned forward, kissing me again before trailing his lips down my body, taking his sweet time, almost reverent in a sense, like he was savoring every second of it, mapping out and memorizing every inch of me.
When he settled between my legs, his gaze lifted to mine as his nose bumped my clit, and the heated look in his eyes turned almost feral as he inhaled my scent. “Keep your eyes on me,” he rasped, his lips ghosting my core. “I want you watching while I wreck this pretty little pussy with my tongue.”
God, his words. They got me every time. Because they surprised me every time. I never would have thought Blake Pierson—the gentle giant, sweet and subdued—would have a filthy mouth. But I loved it.
I barely had time to react before I felt his tongue, my back arching as he took a long, slow lick.
My eyes stayed on him like he said, and he kept his gaze on me to make sure, watching me fall apart as he licked and sucked.
When his lips wrapped around my clit, my hips arched just as he pushed two fingers into me up to the knuckles.
“Blake!” I moaned, and he hummed against me in approval, sending vibrations rippling through my body.
He took his time working me, the slow pace of his tongue and fingers a delicious torture that made me writhe.
I could feel that familiar pressure building in the base of my spine as my legs started to tremble.
He knowingly doubled his efforts, pumping into me harder and faster as his tongue circled more firmly until I shattered, clenching around his fingers as I cried out in pleasure.
As I recovered, he sat up, licking his fingers clean before crawling over top of me again. He was a solid wall of hard muscle above me, and the sight made me ache for more. His lips found mine, letting me taste myself on his tongue before he slowly drew back and shifted his mouth to my ear.
“Turn over.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. I shifted, turning onto my stomach, and I heard him groan just before I felt his large hands smooth over the globes of my ass.
Blake was definitely an ass man. I felt the bed shift, then listened to the unmistakable sound of a foil wrapper being torn open.
A moment later, he gripped my hips, pulling them up and guiding me into position.
I felt the swollen tip of his cock against my entrance a moment later, and I couldn’t help but push back, earning a deep chuckle from him at my impatience. “Eager, are we?”
“Please, Blake,” I whimpered.
“Damn…I love hearing you beg for me like that. But you don’t have to beg, baby girl. I’ll give it to you.”
And he did.
He drove in, filling me with a single, powerful thrust that ripped a moan from my throat as I fisted the sheets in my hands.
I felt his body shudder behind me as he groaned, stilling for a moment to let me adjust before he slowly pulled out nearly all the way just to snap his hips, driving in again with a brutal thrust.
When I felt his hands grip my ass, fingers digging into my skin to spread me wider, I glanced over my shoulder, seeing him watch what he was doing with a feral look in his eyes.
“Fucking perfect,” he growled, his gaze locked on the dirty view.
“Look at that, my cock stretching you so damn good. You take me so well, baby girl…so damn greedy for every inch.” He leaned over me slightly, one hand sliding up my back before tangling in my hair.
“God, I love your ass,” he rasped. “Fucking love it, especially how it looks when I’m fucking you like this. ”
His thrusts turned deeper, harder, the sound of skin meeting skin mingling with my moans and his groans as he fucked me. My legs began to quiver, and then I felt his hand reach around and slide between my thighs, his fingers rubbing my clit.
“Blake!”
“That’s it,” he groaned. “Scream my name while you come on my cock.”
I unraveled, my back curving unnaturally as my orgasm tore through me, making my body tremble with pleasure as I moaned his name. Feeling me spasm around him, he followed me over the edge with one final slam into me, gripping my hips hard to keep them in place as he came with a rumbled groan.
I collapsed forward in a breathless heap, my body still shaking as I panted. The bed shifted, and a moment later, he was beside me, gently brushing my hair from my face. “You okay?”
I let out a breath through a sated smile. “More than okay.”