16. McKenna
McKenna
T he wind banging against the window screens was making it really fucking hard to fall asleep. Not only that, but the memory of Austin’s mouth between my legs kept coming back to haunt me. Like, literally haunt me.
He was every single one of both my dreams and my nightmares.
Was he the most attractive man I’d ever met in Whiskey Ridge?
Yes. Did he have a way with words that sometimes made me feel the need to jump his bones?
Yes. Which was very hard to do, because even thinking about a relationship with someone was scary.
What do you mean, I wanted to tie myself to a man only for him to hurt me later on? No, thanks. I’ll pass.
Austin made me secretly consider it sometimes, though.
But then I’d turn around and find him sitting at a booth in the diner, watching me as if his eyes laid claim to my body. He was overly possessive, annoyingly protective, and irritatingly addictive.
What a terrible fucking combination .
The stalking was inconvenient, but he kept me safe, so I couldn’t really be mad at him, could I? On the other hand, it also kept the image of him and his stupid smile and little dimples fresh in my mind. So yes, I could be mad at him, because who gave him the fucking right to look that good?
I needed him out of my system for good, but if he looked at me while I cleansed my mind and body of him? It’d never work.
My mind wandered back to when he’d casually said I could fuck him in his sleep, and an idea sparked. If he was sleeping, he couldn’t convince me not to end whatever this was after I got over him. I could have what I wanted, and he wouldn’t be able to pull me in with his alluring gaze.
Perfect.
Crawling out from under the sheets wearing only his shirt, I carefully padded across the room and into the hallway, making my way to the living room.
The house was silent—a good sign, given that if it’d been filled with earth-shattering snoring, I’d have even more problems with the man sleeping on my couch.
As soon as I entered the room, I stopped in my tracks.
Austin lay there, his chest bare as it rose and fell in a steady rhythm.
He was almost unrecognizable in this state of complete peace.
His jaw wasn’t clenched, his hands weren’t fisted, his eyes weren’t searching our surroundings for a threat.
His veins weren’t as apparent, his muscles still on display but somehow softer-looking.
Moonlight washed over his tan, ranch-worn skin like a spotlight meant to entrance me—which was exactly what I didn’t want.
Shaking my head to stop myself from drooling over him from afar, my bare feet padded across the rug, slowing as I approached.
I’d never…fucked anyone in their sleep. Never really had the desire to, either.
Then again, I’d never let anyone shove ice where it didn’t belong, and I sure as hell didn’t welcome a stalker into my house willingly.
So maybe I was venturing into many different territories lately.
Might as well check this one—and this man—off the list while I could.
Muffling a heavy sigh, I set a hand on the back of the couch and awkwardly lifted my leg, afraid that even a slight joint crack could wake him.
With my foot a few inches in the air, I plopped it back down on the rug with a huff, straightening and scanning the room.
What the fuck was I doing? I was insane if I even thought?—
An undertone of mint wafted up to me, and my focus snapped down to Austin, his head resting on a stiff accent pillow. Had the man used my fucking toothbrush ?
Rolling my lips together, I decided he deserved this.
If fucking him in his sleep could even be considered punishment.
Burying the reservation under my fear of waking him—not because I think he’d be mad, but because then I’d have to look at him and see his mouth quirk and his jaw flex and I’d be ruined—I carefully straddled him, the thin blanket already shoved halfway down his muscular thighs.
Every bone in my body braced for him to wake immediately. But as I sat there, slowly allowing more of my weight to settle on him, I let out a strained breath with the knowledge he was still dead asleep.
How he planned to protect me while being a deep sleeper was beyond me.
With careful hands, I pried apart the opening in the front of his underwear. His cock, already hard, glistened in the moonlight. The length was practically begging for me to relieve it.
I pulled it out, rising up on my knees to line it up with my entrance.
I should’ve been overthinking this further, should’ve hesitated as I sank down onto him, but I didn’t.
I took every last inch of Austin’s cock inside me, and once I was seated completely, I froze, watching to see if the rhythm of his breathing changed at all.
The pressure of him inside of me was almost too much as I sat there, studying him.
I nearly whimpered with the intrusion of his thick length, having to press my lips together to keep the sound from interrupting the silence.
His one hand was lying limp on the outside of my leg, barely enough room for my knee to lie in between his fingers and his thigh. I homed in on his eyelids for any sign of movement behind them, but he didn’t move a muscle.
Taking that as my sign to continue, I rose up, then glided back down. My teeth bit into my bottom lip to keep my moan from escaping. I hadn’t had actual sex in…a while. And though we’d been fooling around, my pussy quite literally ached with the sensation of his size inside me.
My hips rocked forward when I seated his cock deep inside me, and I barely managed to hold in my gasp when his tip hit my G-spot.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Austin’s hand suddenly clamped down on my thigh, fingers digging into my flesh as my legs trembled with the effort to keep myself still. His mouth thinned into a flat line, his jaw tight.
“If you so much as open one eye right now, I’ll stop,” I warned.
If I was being honest, if he wanted to enjoy the sight of me riding him, he could.
But me? I couldn’t handle seeing the way he looked at me while I did it.
So for my own self-preservation, I couldn’t allow it.
I’d kick him out of my damn house before I let him get the best of me.
His eyes remained shut, and after a moment of hesitation, he trailed his hand up my outer thigh to my hip. And rocked me.
My movements were stiff at first, not wanting to give in. But then my need for release took over and I followed his lead, letting him set the pace as the tip of his throbbing cock hit deep inside me at just the right angle. Every. Single. Time.
He had to be a pro at this. Had to know exactly what he was doing to me.
Stars flashed in my vision with every pulse of my heartbeat. I could feel the rhythm down in my clit, begging to be touched.
I nearly panted as I rode him, keeping careful watch of his face. If he even thought about peeking, I’d send him walking. It’d be torture, but I would.
I quickened my strides as my hand found my clit and ran blissful circles over the bud.
My lips parted, breath quickening like I was running a marathon.
And really, I wasn’t sure if it was the exertion from rocking into him over and over again or the effort of keeping all positive thoughts of Austin out of my mind that was tiring me, but both were equally taxing.
Austin’s mouth opened slightly as his chest rose quicker, and I tried like hell not to focus on the way he looked right now. Like he’d let me do anything to him in this moment, and thank me for it. But that was the thing about trying—it wasn’t always a successful outcome.
I somehow held back the urge to say his name, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of hearing it when I was sure he was already reeling from the fact that I was riding him.
This was for me, though. A way for me to get off and get him the fuck out of my head.
He could think this was leading us further into the complicated mess we’d created, but he was wrong.
This was a cleanse, not a relapse. Could it even be considered that, given what we’d done mere hours ago?
Who the fuck knew. I made the rules, and I said this was stopping after I came.
His free hand clenched like he wanted to touch me further, but he held himself at bay. It was better that way. Let me get off, then this can all end. Don’t put your hands on me and make me more addicted than I already seem to be.
He urged me faster, the muscles in my thighs stiffening as I chased my impending orgasm. I quickened my circles over my clit, pressing harder, and then my whole body seized. It took all the strength I had not to collapse onto his chest in an utterly spent mess.
Toes curling, stomach twitching, pussy pulsing, he held me in place with that one hand, almost like he knew I needed the support not to melt into him.
Like he knew I was trying to hold whatever was charging between us like bolts of electricity far, far away.
But why was he helping? Did he not want this to go further, either?
God, McKenna. This is what you wanted. Stop being such a fucking baby.
Once my breathing evened out and my heart was done threatening to feel something for this man, I opened my eyes—ones I hadn’t even realized I’d squeezed shut—and looked down to find him staring right at me.
“Are you deaf?” I shot at him, my defenses building themselves back up at an alarming pace, brick by brick.
He tucked his free hand behind his head, the other still gripping my hip. “You stopped. I’ve got nothing to lose by looking at you now.”
“Careful, Austin. Your dick is still inside me, and I won’t hesitate to cut it off.”
The man smirked. Fucking smirked . “Go right ahead. Really, it’d be my pleasure for you to use me as your little toy.”