CHAPTER 9
BURKE
We climb out of my SUV, and I take a moment to breathe in the aroma of pine trees, sap, and the musky, earthy scent of the forest around us.
I turn my face up and let the sun’s rays, spearing down through the canopy, warm me.
Almost immediately, I feel the sense of peace and calm this place always inspires wrap around me like a comfortable sweater.
This is my home away from home. The place I retreat to when the noise of the world gets to be too much.
Brynn steps around the vehicle and gives me an uncertain smile. “What is this place?”
“This is where I come when I want to get away.”
“It’s beautiful.”
In a clearing surrounded by soaring pines is the two-story log cabin I designed and had built about five years ago.
It has an old-fashioned aesthetic but has all the modern conveniences.
It’s also deep in the forest and somewhat isolated.
Town is down the hill a few miles away and my nearest neighbor is at least half a mile away.
My security system is top-notch, and the place is practically impregnable.
It’s a fortress. Just as I designed it to be.
As Brynn continues to stare in wonder at my cabin, I grab our things from the back of the car, then come back around and offer her a small smile.
“Come on,” I say.
She follows me up the steps to the large, wraparound porch. I punch in the code, and the door unlocks with a loud clank. Stepping inside, I drop our bags and then enter another code to disable the alarm.
Brynn walks around the ground floor, then stops at the wide windows, admiring the panoramic view of the valley beyond.
“My God, it’s beautiful,” she says.
“It’s peaceful up here.”
“It seems like a nice place to unwind.”
“It is,” I say. “Anyway, get yourself settled in. It was a long drive so I’m going to take a quick shower. I’ll whip up some dinner after that.”
“Sounds good,” she says, then pauses. “And Burke… thank you.”
“Don’t have to thank me for anything,” I say.
We stand still for a moment, gazes locked, the air between us thick and heavy with the weight of unspoken emotion.
As amazing as the last few days have been, I’m afraid of letting myself get in too deep with Brynn.
She should probably be with somebody her own age.
Though the mere thought of her being with somebody other than me makes me want to put my fist through a fucking wall.
And probably through the face of whoever that younger male is.
Which is how I know I need to find a way to back off.
With a nod, I turn and head upstairs to the bedrooms and my shower. Maybe a nice, long soak will help me clear my head.
The hot water cascades down on me, and I lean forward, pressing my forehead to the tile, doing everything I can to clear my head.
To try to stop myself from thinking about Brynn.
This situation with Cole is getting out of hand and I need to figure out how to put a stop to him once and for all.
The last thing I should be doing is thinking about fucking the girl I’m protecting.
It’s fucking useless though. The more I try to stop thinking about her, the more I do. As I shake my head, I feel a pair of arms encircle me from behind. I turn my head to see her silver-blue eyes looking up at me.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Taking a shower,” she replies, a flirty smile on her face.
“Brynn—”
“Ssshh,” she says.
She slides her hand down and takes hold of my rapidly thickening cock and I know then, it’s a lost cause.
I watch as she wraps her long, delicate fingers around my cock.
Brynn presses light kisses to my back as she squeezes me tight, gripping my dick as hard as she can and starts to pump her hand up and down my shaft.
I tremble and my skin prickles as she jacks me off.
“Fuck,” I mutter, my voice hoarse.
My entire body feels like it’s on fire as she keeps stroking me, all coherent thoughts flee my mind.
I turn around and lean down, pressing a hard kiss to her mouth.
She gasps and reaches for my cock again.
But she surprises me when she falls to her knees and looks up at me with those stunningly blue eyes.
A sultry smile touches her lips, and I watch with rapt fascination as the tip of her pink tongue slips past her teeth.
She runs it around the head of my cock, making me gasp when she teases the sensitive spot just beneath it.
Her eyes sparkle and she smiles as she opens her mouth and I swear to God, watching her wrap her full, thick lips around my cock is one of the sexiest and most sensual things I’ve ever seen.
The feeling of Brynn taking my dick so deep into her hot little mouth and watching her sucking me off, never taking her eyes off mine, sends fire through my veins and I have to bite the inside of my cheek hard enough to draw blood to keep from coming.
Running my fingers through her hair, a stuttering moan passes my lips as she bobs up and down on my cock harder and faster.
Goosebumps break out all over my body, and I feel every muscle in me starting to tighten.
No amount of biting my cheek is going to stem the tide, and I’m not ready for this to be over, so I gently push her away.
She smiles up at me, then gets to her feet.
“Did you like that, Daddy?” she purrs.
“More than you know, baby girl.”
Grabbing her by the waist, I spin her around and press her against the wall.
As warm water cascades down on us, I sink to my knees and put her leg over my shoulder, then lean forward.
The moment my tongue touches her clit, Brynn’s body tightens and she lets out a sharp hiss.
I bury my tongue inside of her, drinking her nectar with a zeal born of my passion.
I rub her clit with my hand and lap at her center furiously.
“Yes, Daddy, y e s” she gasps, her voice quivering.
My reply is a low grunt that’s muffled as my tongue flicks against her wet, swollen lips, then plunges deep inside of her as I keep rubbing her clit with increasing pressure. She gasps and shakes wildly, grabbing my head with both hands as she writhes against my mouth.
“Oh fuck,” she cries.
Brynn shakes wildly, grips my head like her life depends on it, and lets out a long, high-pitched wail.
I grab her ass, squeezing it tight as I pull her harder onto my face, savoring the taste of her as she comes.
Slowly, her trembling subsides, and she stares down at me, eyes wide, a near-dazed expression on her face.
“That was amazing,” she croaks, her voice thick.
Standing up, I kiss her hard, letting her taste herself on my tongue.
She grinds against me, and the feel of her wet, soft, and slippery skin sliding against mine is driving me absolutely fucking mad.
Grabbing her by the waist, I turn her around roughly and push her against the wall.
She braces herself on her hands, then turns her head, staring at me over her shoulder with a sensual gleam in her eye and a sultry smile on her lips.
“Fuck me, Daddy,” she gasps. “I need it. Hard”
I step forward and drive my cock into her waiting, wet pussy.
She cries out and tenses up around me, a flash of pain crosses her features.
But she bites her bottom lip and pushes her ass against me, taking my rod deeper.
A long, quavering breath passes her lips, and her body relaxes around me.
Just the feel of her pussy clenched around my cock is almost too much for me to bear.
She’s so tight and warm inside, and is dripping wet, making it easier to move in and out of her.
“You feel so fucking good, baby girl,” I groan.
“So do you, Daddy,” she whispers.
One hand on her shoulder, the other on her hip, I start to drive myself into her.
We both cry out, our voices echo around the tiled shower and ring in my ears.
The sound of it is so fucking erotic that I feel it course through my entire body.
Reaching back, I slap her ass. Brynn squeals and moans salaciously as the echo of flesh meeting flesh bounces off the tiles.
“Fuck yes, Daddy. Do it again… harder, Daddy”
I smack her ass again, harder this time, and she gasps but pushes back into me. A third sharp crack makes her yelp and leaves a red outline of my hand on her skin, but she looks at me over her shoulder, biting her bottom lip, her eyes filled with a heat that takes my breath away.
“You’re a dirty little girl,” I groan.
“Yes, Daddy makes me dirty. Only dirty for you, Daddy”
I pound myself into her harder and faster, the sensation of my shaft sliding along the walls of her tight, wet quim unlike anything I’ve felt before.
My skin is on fire, and there is electricity flowing through my veins.
I feel alive in ways I never have before.
The pressure in me is building, and I know if I don’t slow down or stop, I’m going to come.
But she feels too good, and I can’t stop even if I wanted to.
“Come for me, Daddy,” she gasps. “Fill me up, again, Daddy.”
I grunt and thrust my cock as deep into her as I can, holding myself in her wet warmth. And all at once, I feel my cock pulse then explode. I cry out as I pump my seed deep into her. Brynn clenches around me, milking every last drop out of my cock as we come together.
Slowly, our shaking eases, and she turns around and lays her head on my chest. I hold her, gently stroking her hair as the water rains down on us. Neither of us speaks. It’s as if words will destroy the magic bubble we inhabit. And rather than fight it, I give in to the feeling.
Relishing it. Enjoying it. Enjoying her.