Chapter 18
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Lincoln
I can only see Trinity’s outline in the faint light of the flickering fire, but I can feel her heart beating steadily against my chest as we lie down on the bed.
On the way to the bed, I unbuttoned her shirt and slid it to the floor, then added mine to the floor right after. I can’t get enough of her bare skin against mine. Her breath on my cheek. Her hair brushing against my chest.
I don’t know if it’s because we survived a plane crash together and fought our way through brutal cold to make it to the cabin, but there’s a bond between us now. I’ve felt the bond tightening faster and faster, literally pulling us together. I can’t think only of Dalton anymore. This connection is something Trinity and I both need.
I won’t sleep with her. That’ll have to be enough for Dalton when we see each other again. Right now, there’s only one other person in my world, and I can’t keep her at arm’s length any longer.
“What’s this?” Trinity murmurs as she runs her fingers over a small raised scar on my shoulder blade.
“Got grazed by a knife when I was breaking up a bar fight a couple years ago.” She gasps and I hum with amusement. “It’s nothing. I’ve been cut worse playing hockey.”
I kiss my way down her chest and she wraps her legs around my waist. My cock throbs with need. I’ve done this with women many times, but there’s something different about Trinity. It’s like my soul has known hers for a very long time and we’ve finally reconnected after being apart.
When I move onto my back, I take her hips and move her on top of me. She exhales hard when she feels my erection against her, shifting her hips just enough to make me groan.
She’s so beautiful, her hair loose around her shoulders. I find her even more beautiful now that I know her better. She’s strong, though it doesn’t come naturally to her. Her strength is something she’s fighting for every day here, grappling not only with the unknowns of our situation but her anxiety, too.
I sit up slightly and reach for the clasp of her bra, but she uses both hands and pulls it up over her head, tossing it aside.
My hands find her breasts in the near darkness, her gasp sending a shudder through me. This is about her, but my body doesn’t seem to get it. I’m trembling inside like a high school kid with a crush.
When I lightly pinch her nipples, she grinds against me, making me close my eyes and force myself to gain control. I’m not going to come in my pants—or at all—but she’s going to make it one hell of a fight.
“Don’t move your hips,” I tell her as I cup her breasts and squeeze them gently. “Be completely still.”
“Completely?” She arches her back, slightly increasing the pressure against my cock.
I take her hips and move her off of me, then sit up. “You’re not much at following instructions, sexy girl.”
“ Girl ?” She sounds both offended and turned on.
“That’s right. You’re an inexperienced girl who’s never been with a real man. You’re going to lie over my lap and do exactly as I say.”
She complies immediately, lying over me as I sit on the edge of the bed with my feet on the floor. I rub my palm over her ass and squeeze each cheek, then use both hands to pull her leggings down until they’re just above her knees.
“Do you want them off?” she asks breathlessly.
I answer with a hard smack against her ass, making her inhale sharply. “If I wanted them off, I’d take them off. This way, you’re forced to keep your legs closed. You’d spread them wide open if I let you, wouldn’t you?”
There’s a pause and then a whispered, “Yes.”
I squeeze each of her ass cheeks again, then smack her harder. “Jesus fuck, this ass. Just begging to be spanked. And you fucking like it, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
She squirms a little and I respond immediately. “You aren’t trying to rub your pussy against my leg, are you?”
She’s silent and I spank her again. This time, she tries to hold back a moan. I take one side of her panties and move them into the crack of her ass, then do the same with the other side. I spank one bare ass cheek and then tug on the panties in the crack of her ass so they rub against her clit in the front.
“ Oh .”
I tug again, holding on to her panties as she muffles her moan with a blanket. I can tell she wants to move her hips, but she stays still.
My cock continues throbbing beneath her as I tug on her panties and loosen my hold, giving her just enough friction to want more.
“That feels good.” It’s almost a whimper, and it feeds my hunger for her.
I release her panties and smack her ass again, rubbing my palm over it right after to soothe the sting. Then I slide my fingers inside her panties and into her slick pussy, and I feel her body stiffen slightly.
“No nerves with me, sexy girl,” I say in a low tone. “Just relax and let me drive. You can feel what you do to me, can’t you?”
She moans her agreement, drawing her knees up slightly to give me greater access. I stroke the folds of her pussy with my middle finger and she gasps sharply when I reach her clit.
I groan, my erection pulsing hard. “So swollen and wet.”
When I circle her clit with the pad of my finger, her answering moan is long and needy. “Linc...god that feels...oh please .”
I keep circling, and it doesn’t take long for her body to tense as she cries out. The pulse of her orgasm sends a shot of satisfaction through me. She circles her hips, riding out the satisfaction. When she drops down with an exhale, I move my hand and slide out from beneath her.
We both move until we’re lying side by side on the bed, facing each other.
“I can’t believe that just happened,” she murmurs. “I’ve never come the first time I was with someone.”
“It wasn’t you; it was them,” I assure her.
“I’ve also never...” Her voice trails off.
My curiosity is too piqued to let that slide. “Never what?”
When she doesn’t respond, I prod her playfully. “Don’t make me bring Boggle over here.”
She laughs softly. “I’ve never had anyone touch me other than...me.”
It takes me a few seconds to process that. “So you’ve never had anything but straight-up sex?”
She hums with amusement. “Ironic, isn’t it? That the only thing I’ve ever done is the only thing you don’t do.”
“That just means I have lots of things to introduce you to.”
She snuggles closer to me. “Don’t tell me how many asses you’ve spanked to get so good at this.”
“Not as many as you probably think.”
“Just because you don’t want to?”
“Because I don’t have sex. I don’t like having to explain myself and it’s not something I want everyone knowing.”
She smoothes a hand over my cheek. “I won’t tell a soul. I swear it.”
“I know. I trust you.”
“I get how it feels to not trust birth control completely. That’s Anxiety 101—always assume the worst will happen.”
I sigh softly. “Part of me wishes I wasn’t like this. But my greatest fear is getting a woman pregnant. That’s just how it is.”
She kisses my forehead. “Never be ashamed of who you are. I happen to think you’re pretty great just as you are.”
The bond between us tugs tighter. No woman but Trinity has ever accepted that I didn’t want to have sex. I’ve been laughed at, yelled at and called a head case over it.
“What’s your greatest fear?” I ask.
Her answer is immediate. “Drowning.”
I remember the panic in her scream when she woke up in a sweat. “Like in your nightmare.”
“Yes.”
I lie on my back and put my arm out, pulling her against me. She snuggles into my side and I cover us both up. “Does that come from something that happened to you?”
Her exhale is soft and warm on my chest. “When I was fourteen, I was swimming at a lake in a friend’s neighborhood. We were on a dock in the middle of the lake when this sixteen-year-old guy who loved making fun of me showed up. Joey Marconi. He pushed me into the lake and held my head under the water.”
I can tell from the emotion in her voice that this wound is still fresh for her.
“Jesus, Trin. That’s fucking awful.”
“I was already panicked from being pushed in, and I hadn’t taken a breath before he pulled me under, so I inhaled a bunch of water. I can’t even describe how scared I was. He was so strong, and I...I really thought I was going to die.”
“That would be terrifying for anyone. I’m sorry that happened.”
She sighs softly. “I haven’t been swimming since that day.”
“Could I get you into a hot tub if we had one?”
“Oh, definitely. Can you even imagine?”
I picture it. Me and Trin in a hot tub in the cabin, sipping on drinks and watching snow fall through the window. We’re both naked, of course. It’s my idea of heaven.
She puts her arm around my chest and gives me a little squeeze. “I know I was a pain in the ass when we first crashed and got here, but I’d choose you, Linc. To be stuck here with.”
“I’d choose you, too.”
Pushing up on her elbow, she leans over me and kisses me. My cock was already hard just from having her next to me, and the kiss makes it strain against my pants.
I cup her face with one hand and squeeze her ass with the other. She nips lightly on my lower lip as she slides a hand over my crotch, cupping my erection.
“Oh, fuck.” I groan and put my hand over hers.
“Let me,” she says against my lips.
“I don’t...I just wanted this to be about you.”
She rubs her palm over my cock, making me groan again. “Nothing is just about you or me here. It’s always us .”
I don’t know if it’s her logic or how fucking good it feels to have her touching me, but I relent and move my hand away.
“No sex,” she murmurs. “I’d never do that to you.”
It’s been a long time since a woman touched me. I close my eyes and exhale long and hard as she unfastens my jeans and pulls them down. When she bends to kiss my cock through my underwear, a shudder passes through me. I never do this—give up control to a woman in bed. I satisfy them in every way I can, and if I allow myself anything, I’ll let them suck me for a little while, but I always finish myself.
But Trin gave herself over to me just now. She trusts me, and I trust her.
She tugs my underwear off and licks the head of my cock, making my breathing ragged. When she takes me in her mouth, I fist the quilt on the bed, fighting to keep control.
Her soft hair brushes over my thighs as she takes me deeper. It’s so fucking good. So much different than with a random woman I met in a bar.
I’m not going to last long. I lean up on one elbow. “Hey, come here. Touch me. I want you up here where I can kiss you.”
She does, lying on her side right next to me. Her soft hand strokes my hard, wet cock and I groan.
I brush the hair back from her face, the fire putting out just enough light for me to see her outline and know her eyes are locked onto mine.
It’s been so long, and the intensity of Trin being the one touching me has amplified everything to a point that I can’t hold on. When her soft kiss turns into a deeper one, I groan into her mouth as I come hard and long.
She keeps stroking me until the wave crests, satisfaction making my whole body go slack. I kiss her, feeling something I can’t wrap my head around.
“Thank you,” I say softly.
“Thank you for letting me.”
I get out of bed to add a log to the fire, clean myself up and start a new record. I bring Trin a washcloth to clean herself up and then we snuggle under the covers.
My mind is clear and at peace, which is rare with so many unanswered questions from being stranded here. Hopefully after tonight, Trin will agree with me that Boggle is the second-best thing to do for fun here.