Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Shenna
Hurley may not come off like a mountain man, but his cabin outside Misty Mountain is exactly like I would imagine.
The simple log structure is one open-concept kitchen/sitting area with a Murphy bed in the corner.
“Please tell me you have indoor plumbing.”
“It works when the generator is running.”
“Hurley! You know I’m not going to pee in the woods.”
“I’m joking! I’m on a septic system, and the electrical runs on solar. Are we done with the inspection now?” Hurley asks.
I turn to him and give him my best pout. “I don’t know. I think you need to inspect me for cuts and bruises.”
His face softens, and his big hand cups my jaw. “You know this means we’re married for life now. This isn’t just a convenience anymore.”
My stomach gives a delightful little tumble. “Does this mean I’m your permanent inconvenience?” I ask, blinking up at him.
“Forever.”
I smile. “Show me how the bed works.”
In case you’re wondering, it’s as simple as pulling the strap and lowering the bed to the floor.
I don’t know what I was expecting, but the bed is surprisingly comfortable for a piece of space-saving furniture.
Hurley slowly removes my long tee shirt, taking the inspection job very seriously. He kisses the bruise on my shoulder, then lowers me to the bed, examining every bare inch of me.
“Does it hurt anywhere else?”
“Here,” I say, pointing to my hip. With his brow furrowed, he still looks worked up from the fight. He presses his lips to the exact spot.
“And here,” I say, running my hands under my bare breasts.
He groans and gently takes one breast in each hand. He nuzzles, pets, and slowly sucks each of my nipples until I’m panting under him.
“Kiss me,” I urge, my desperate hands clawing his back.
He crashes his mouth to mine, the full weight of him pressing down on me. Just the way I like it. The sheer bulk of him and his expert mouth on mine obliterating every self-conscious thought in my head.
“I’m a fucking idiot thinking I could marry you and keep it chaste between us,” he says.
I smile, enjoying the feeling of him crowding over me. “You were a fucking idiot. But you wised up.”
Hurley murmurs in my ear. “Do you hurt anywhere else, baby?”
My legs automatically hook around his middle. I nod.
“Something feels really achy between my legs,” I say, blushing at the fact that I’m actually participating in dirty talk for the first time, and knowing how corny I sound.
“Oh yeah?” Hurley teases, lifting an eyebrow.
I nod again. “But go slow.”
He hums and plants a wet kiss against my throat, sending sparks skittering across my skin.
“For such a delicate inspection, I’ll have to use my tongue.”
He…what?
“Your…”
Hurley pulls away from me with the expression of a feral predator.
“Are you sure?”
He answers by giving me a searing look. “You just rest and let me handle everything.”
I’ve never heard something so lovely in my life.
“Oh,” I say as he opens my thighs with his hands and kisses his way down to my aching core.
“Look at you.”
I look down just in time to see his mouth traveling down, down, down, leaving a trail of wet, sloppy kisses from my navel to the soft hair at the top of my pussy.
The new sensation is enough to make me feel completely drunk.
He teases his tongue lower, licking over my slit.
My husband licking me there, pinning my thighs to the mattress, is so erotic I nearly orgasm immediately. I try to keep it under control, but it’s a challenge.
I gasp as he splits me open with his thumbs.
“Fucking delicious,” he rumbles, running his tongue over my dampness, hitting my aching clit so perfectly that it sends shock waves through my body.
My eyes roll back in my head, and it’s all I can do to remember to breathe.
By the time Hurley slips his tongue inside, my hands grip the sheets, the pillows—anything to keep from bucking him off me.
I whimper in astonishment as things are happening that I don’t understand. I think I’m leaking? And I think he likes it?
My body can hardly stay still anymore, and I arch upward.
Hurley growls, taking my ass cheeks in his hands and holding me still for his pleasure.
His pussy worship is more than I can take, and I come apart.
But he’s not finished with me. Hurley devours me, destroying me, then building me back up to the brink.
It’s then that I notice one of his fingers reaches between my cheeks, stimulating me from behind.
I explode again, my body wild with sensations.
Hurley is relentless until I’m weakly calling out his name.
I let out a long sigh when he has me in his arms, sharing my taste with me as he kisses my mouth slowly and deeply.
“Are you finished with your exam, doctor?”
He laughs against my shoulder.
“For now.”
“You mean there’s more?”
Hurley laughs harder, his big body sending vibrations through me.
“I love you, Shenna.”
“I think I love you too, Hurley.”
“Forever?”
“We’ll see. You might have ruined me for marriage, just like you said you’d do.”
I love the sound of his laughter.