Chapter 10
WILLA
Never in a million years would I have thought I’d get along so well right off the bat with a group of strangers.
It says a lot that Drew’s friends are so welcoming.
In my time working with people, I’ve found that good people are drawn to other good people.
And these five are some of the best I’ve met.
After leftovers are divided up and given out, Drew leads me to his truck. He opens the door for me and sets the food we were given on the floorboards. Instead of getting in the seat, I wait for him to turn around and do the thing I’ve wanted to do all night.
I kiss him.
He’s been off his game today, understandably so, and I want him to know I’m just as attracted to him as he is to me.
For his part, he only freezes in surprise for a matter of seconds, then his hands slide around my waist and pull me flush against him.
He assumes control of the kiss, his warm lips pressed against mine as his tongue slips into my mouth.
His hands rove down from my waist to palm my ass, and I feel as he hardens against my belly.
I moan into the kiss as his fingers knead my ass.
He lifts me into the truck, breaking the kiss with a pained groan. “Let’s finish this at home.”
“Yes.” I all but pant the words, pressing my thighs together to relieve the ache building between them.
His knuckles are white on the steering wheel as we drive out of the neighborhood. I feel his eyes on my legs every so often. He reaches over and sets his hand on my thigh.
“Spread your legs,” he says as we come to a red light.
I do it immediately.
Without taking his eyes from the road, he traces a slow trail up my skirt.
His featherlight touch sends gooseflesh rippling across my body.
My hips buck when he finds his way to my core.
I know I’m already so wet it’s probably noticeable on my panties.
He runs his finger over my seam, and I swear he shivers.
His torturous teasing continues as we wait for the light to change.
My fingers tighten around the edge of the seat as each sweep of his fingers drives me closer to madness.
Finally, he slips his finger under the edge of the lace covering me and slides it over my clit.
I inhale sharply as pleasure bursts through me.
My hips rock against him as he works me into a frenzy of need.
“Fuuuck,” he moans as he slips his thick finger inside me. “I knew you’d get soaked for me.”
Gone is the man from earlier in the evening who was a ball of anxiety.
Now in his place is the man I’m used to.
Confident. And his fingers, holy shit, his fingers.
Every time he brings me to edge of release he backs off, deliberately switching from fucking me with his finger to toying with my clit.
I swear I’m so wet I could leave a puddle on the leather of his car interior.
He slams the car into park and pulls his hand from between my legs while pushing his car door open. “Don’t move.”
I watch as he rounds the hood and opens my door. He reaches over and unfastens my seatbelt. When his eyes meet mine, they’re darkened with desire.
“I need to taste you.” He grabs my hips and swings me sideways in the seat, pulling me toward the edge.
“Here?”
“Yes. I can’t wait until we’re inside. It’s too far.” His hands slide under my skirt until they arrive at the straps of my thong. “Unless it's too cold.”
Just call me Elsa. “The cold’s never bothered me.”
“Thank fuck.” In one terribly smooth motion, he frees me from my panties and tucks them in the back pocket of his jeans.
He moves so fast, pulling my thighs wide and lowering his mouth to my pussy. The heat of his mouth contrasted to the frigid night air feels so incredible I fall back, my head resting on the driver’s seat back. He laps at my clit while his fingers pump inside me.
“More, more, more,” I chant mindlessly as he learns my body’s cues.
My back bows when he replaces his fingers with his tongue. I’ve had men go down on me on before, but this is an entirely different plane of existence. He devours me like I’m his first taste and last meal.
I come with a loud cry, heat racing from my center outwards in an explosion of knee-shaking pleasure.
Spots dot my vision as I stare up at the dim interior light above me and come down from the high.
He presses a final kiss to the inside of my thigh and then stands up, bracing his arms on the top of the truck.
The only sound between us is our panted breaths.
After a minute he reaches in and pulls me out of the truck, one arm wrapped around my waist like I weigh nothing.
“I can walk.”
“When do you go back to work?” He closes the truck and locks it.
“Sunday.” I wrap my legs around his waist.
“I don’t plan on letting you go anywhere not attached to me until then.”
“Promise?”
“Guaran-fucking-tee.” He stops at the top of the stairs. “My place or yours.”
“Mine. For Maya.”
He turns and pulls his own key out, unlocking the door. As soon as we’re in the door, he presses me against the wall, his hands slipping under my dress again. His fingers coast over my sensitive skin. “I need to be inside you.”
“Yes.” I nod and reach down between us, unbuttoning his jeans. “I don’t have condoms.”
“I do.”
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a foil packet. While he tears it open with his teeth, I slide my hand inside his pants and wrap my fist around his hard length. Maybe it’s just been a long time, but his cock feels massive. I give him a few firm pumps and feel him twitch in my hand.
I lower my legs, so he can push his jeans down his hips and let his cock all the way out. It bounces free, jutting proudly between us as moisture leaks from the slit on his crown. I want to drop to my knees and take him in my mouth, but he rolls the condom down his length and picks me back up.
“Ready?”
I nod, already feeling the heat of his dick notched right outside my center. “Yes.”
He thrusts into me and time stops. I lean forward and kiss him, tasting myself on his lips. It’s messy. It’s wild. I’ve never been fucked like this, so passionately and damn near frantic.
“God damn you feel good.” He pants as his cock pistons in and out of me.
“So do you.” I drop my head back against the wall. “So fucking good. I want to feel you come.”
He swears and thrusts so deep inside me I swear I feel him in my chest. His forehead drops to mine as my pussy grips his cock, milking his orgasm out of him as mine works its way through my body.
He pulls out of me as the final tremors of pleasure subside, and I drop my shaky legs to the floor.
Thank fuck for the wall holding me up. I watch as he pulls the condom off and tucks himself back into his pants.
He presses a kiss to my lips before walking into the bedroom to toss the condom in the trash.
Maya comes racing out, her tail wagging happily.
“I’m going to let her out,” I call out.
“Let me.” He reappears, jeans still unzipped and unbuttoned. “I need to grab a few things from my place.”
“Okay. I’ll be in the bedroom.”
I wait until the door closes behind him and dart into the bedroom to clean myself up a bit. I strip out of my dress and bra, huffing a laugh when I realize he still has my panties in his pocket. Once I’m done cleaning up, I pull the covers back and lay down in bed to wait for him.
Maya can sometimes take a while to find the perfect potty spot, so I’m not surprised that it’s taking him a bit longer to get back to me. As the minutes tick by, I feel myself getting tired out of nowhere. My eyes begin to drift closed.
I awaken with sunlight streaming through the windows and the smell of frying bacon and coffee in the air.
The sheets beside me are rumpled, so I guess Drew must have stayed over, but I fell asleep.
Because of course I did. I should have known better than to get in bed.
Anytime I get horizontal and cozy in a quiet place, I will fall asleep.
After pulling on some leggings and a crew neck sweatshirt, I walk out into the kitchen.
I’m wholly unprepared for the sight that awaits me.
Drew’s broad, naked back is on full display as he stands at the stove.
He has his phone propped up, playing ESPN quietly.
I take the opportunity to appreciate the defined muscles and tattoo spanning the expanse of exposed skin.
His gray sweatpants hang from a narrow waist, and when he senses me and turns, I realize he’s wearing glasses.
The overall effect of him standing there shirtless, in the sluttiest sweatpants imaginable, and glasses sends pussy into a needy spiral. The absolute hussy that she is.
He grabs a piece of cooling bacon and snaps it in half, tossing one to Maya. She catches it in the air and sits back down. Her tail swishes across the wide plank floors as she watches him with affection in her dark eyes.
I so get it, girl.
“Good morning,” he says, poking his phone to turn off the sports app. “I hope you don’t mind that I made myself at home.”
“Not at all.” I cross the room and wrap my arms around his waist, when he lifts an arm inviting me in for a hug. “Technically, it is your house.”
“I guess you’re right.” He kisses my forehead, and my belly flutters.
“You’ll come to learn I’m always right.”
He chuckles. “Is that so?”
“Yep.” I drop my arms, although I could happily stay attached to him all day. “Sorry I fell asleep last night.”
“Don’t be. Between the turkey and the orgasms, it’s not surprising you were too tired for round three and four.”
“Three and four?”
“Oh yeah, I had big plans for you.”
“Good thing we have a couple days before we go back to real life. I’m interested to find out what these big plans were.”
“Oh, you will. Have no doubts about that.”
I grab a piece of bacon, cooked perfectly into a crisp ribbon. Thank god he likes his bacon crispy, there’s nothing worse than floppy bacon. He pushes eggs around in the skillet. They’re nearly finished cooking, so I grab a couple plates and silverware for us.
“Do you want coffee?” he asks. “I made enough for you.”
“I’ll actually just have some juice this morning, but thank you. Do you want a glass? It’s fresh-squeezed from that new fancy grocery store they put in outside of town.”
“Actually, yeah. That sounds amazing.”
He divides up the eggs and bacon between the two of us while I pour us juice. We settle in at the counter and start eating.
“I can’t remember the last time someone made me breakfast,” I say around a bite of eggs. “This is really good. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Though I am a bit surprised it’s that rare for you to be fed by someone else.”
“Yeah, unless it’s over a campfire in the middle of the wilderness, I rarely have anyone cook for me. It’s really nice.”
“So you don’t do the cooking on the trips you guide?”
“No, there’s usually another guide in charge of preparing food. I’m generally in charge of leading the hikes and helping gather firewood and set up tents.” I shrug. “Stuff like that.”
“Don’t the people going on these trips know how to do that?”
“Some do, but many don’t. They just want the experience and the sights, which is totally understandable. The places we go to are beyond what you can see at a scenic overlook.”
“Do you know where you’ll be this summer? Last night you mentioned both the PCT and CDT as trails you guide on.”
“I haven’t talked to the guide company owner about it yet. They usually let me know where to go closer to the end of ski season.”
He nods and finishes off a slice of bacon. “It must be freeing to live the way you do. Out in nature all the time.”
“It is. I could never work a corporate job.”
“Same.”
“Is that why you decided to start doing this after retiring?”
“Yeah. My dad is a carpenter, so I’ve picked up a lot of skills just by watching him over the years. The only other thing I’d be interested in doing is coaching, but I’m not patient enough to do that.”
“That surprises me, you’re so patient with Izzy.”
“She’s my whole world. My little bug. Nothing kills me the way watching her cry or be sad does.
” He pushes his empty plate back and leans against the back of the stool.
“She was so sad and scared when I was given custody of her. I think she cried herself to sleep for a solid month wanting her mom. It was awful not being able to fix things for her.”
“And she was so little she couldn’t understand.”
“Exactly.”
I reach over and lace our fingers togethers. “If it makes you feel any better, had you not told me about the situation, I never would have guessed you weren’t in her life from day one. Your bond is clearly strong.”
He squeezes my hand. “It does, thank you.”