Chapter Fifteen
The cabin feels too damn quiet when I get back.
I drop my keys on the counter, toe off my boots, and drag a hand through my hair, still smelling faintly of whiskey and stale smoke.
I’m hungry and exhausted. But after getting a whiff of myself and with the lingering taste of Charli on my lips, I decide that my stomach will have to wait and head for the bathroom.
The shower hisses to life, and I strip down, stepping under the freezing cold stream until my skin prickles and my teeth chatter.
I need the shock—something to rinse the night off and all thoughts of her out of me.
Every time I close my eyes, I see her again—hair wild, cheeks flushed from dancing, that spark in her eyes when she knew I was watching.
I curse softly and shut the water off.
I wrap a towel around my waist and pad barefoot into the kitchen, open the fridge, and stare at the sad excuse for food inside—leftover chili Evelyn sent home with me a couple of days ago, a bag of red grapes, some shaved ham, sliced cheese, and a bottle of beer. My stomach growls anyway.
I reach for the beer, twist the cap, and take a swig. The fizz burns my throat, and I’m halfway to grabbing the chili to nuke in the microwave when I hear it.
A knock.
It’s soft, hesitant, like whoever’s out there doesn’t really want to be heard.
I glance at the clock over the stove. Just past midnight.
Another knock.
Fainter this time.
For a second, I think maybe it’s just the wind bumping one of the old rockers against the side of the cabin.
I hear it again—three quick taps. Maybe Cabe’s checking in after getting the girls inside.
I set the beer on the counter, and the floor creaks under my bare feet as I go to answer.
When I pull open the door, the last thing I expect is her.
Charli stands there in the moonlight, wearing nothing but an oversize T-shirt that hits mid-thigh and a pair of scuffed cowboy boots.
For a heartbeat, neither of us says a word. The only sound is the wind moving through the pines.
Then she looks up at me and says, “This means nothing.”
Before I can process that, she grabs my neck and crashes her mouth to mine.
It’s all heat and chaos and surprise. She still tastes of tequila, and I don’t even think; I just react. She jumps, and instinct kicks in. I catch her around the thighs as her legs lock around my waist. The towel around me slips, but hell if I care.
I back us inside, kicking the door shut with my heel. The sound echoes through the cabin.
Her hands are in my hair; mine are gripping her tighter than needed. She’s warm and soft and kissing me like she’s afraid I’ll disappear.
I step forward, pinning her against the door, and she pulls back just long enough to whisper, “Nothing.”
I manage a hoarse laugh against her mouth.
“Sure,” I say, voice rough. “Whatever you say, boss.”
Then I kiss her again, and the world just … catches fire as my hands go under her shirt and cup her ass to hike her up higher, and I press my body into her to hold her in place.
She begins to tremble with need, arching her back so her soft breasts skim the hard plane of my chest. She slides her hands from my shoulders down my back, the tips of her fingers digging into the muscle.
I let out a guttural groan as I drag my lips down the column of her throat, sucking and nipping as I make my way to her collar.
The need that pulses through me catches me off guard.
Never has a woman lit a fire this intense in me.
Never.
She grips me tighter as my mouth explores the peaks of her breasts that are exposed above the deep V neckline of the tee. An exquisite sigh escapes her as I suck a nipple between my teeth through the thin cotton.
“God, that feels good.”
She hums in encouragement as I bite down gently.
My head snaps up at the sound, and before she has a chance to protest, I’m carrying her over to the couch and dropping her on the leather cushions.
I’m standing above her, my throbbing erection in my hand, trying to recall where I left my jeans so I can retrieve the strip of condoms from my wallet when she sits up and reaches for me.
“Chuck,” I rasp as she brushes my hand aside and replaces it with hers.
I’m hard and ready as she holds the base with one hand and strokes firmly with the other. Running a fingertip over the head. My cock twitches in her grip, and my breath catches as I watch her.
Her gaze flickers up to mine, and she bites down on her bottom lip.
“Tease,” I hiss as my hands drop to fist in her hair.
Her eyes glint with mischief as her tongue darts out and licks the drop of pre-cum from the tip, and she moans.
My grip on her hair tightens as she licks me again, this time letting her tongue roll around the swollen bulb a few rotations, before opening her mouth and taking me deep.
She keeps her fingers wrapped firmly around the base as she works me with her mouth.
“Fuck, darlin’. I’ve never seen a prettier sight than your sweet little mouth wrapped around my cock.”
I thrust my hips, and she relaxes, letting me slide in until I hit the back of her throat. She begins sucking as I move slowly in and out.
I bring my other hand around to caress her jaw as we find a rhythm, her gripping the back of my thigh with her free hand.
I can feel my erection growing thicker as she pulls back her lips and drags her teeth lightly down my length, causing me to growl low and deep as the speed of my thrusts increases.
“I’m going to come, baby,” I warn, but she doesn’t let up.
Instead, her hand releases my cock and moves to squeeze my heavy balls.
Fuck me.
My breaths quicken as my release hits the back of her throat.
“You’re incredible, Chuck,” I growl as I watch her throat work.
She’s fucking beautiful, swallowing every drop before letting me fall from her mouth and swiping her swollen lips with the back of her hand.
I reach down and urge her onto her back, sitting down at her feet to tug her boots off one at a time and drop them to the floor. Then I come over the top of her to plant a quick kiss on her lips before guiding the hem of her shirt up and over her head.
I sit back again so I can take her in. Her skin is flushed pink from head to toe, and her blue eyes are dark with desire.
I settle atop her, bringing my mouth to hers, and kiss her slow. My cock twitches to life again as it brushes against her damp flesh.
Breaking the kiss, she moans my name and raises her hips. “Bryce, don’t tease me.”
I chuckle against her neck. “Don’t worry. I’ll give you what you need,” I promise as I kiss my way down her sweat-slicked body. Stroking and caressing every inch of exposed skin until she’s a whimpering mess.
When I reach her thighs, I press them apart and find her wet and ready, sliding a fingertip across her center, I bring it to my lips and suck, the salty flavor of her hitting my tongue.
Her breath hitches as she watches me.
Finally, I spread her open with my fingers and explore her hot flesh with my tongue.
“Yes, Bryce,” she moans as soon as my lips wrap around her clit.
Her hips jump in my grip when I nip at it with my teeth, inserting a finger into her hot little channel.
I take my time using my mouth, tongue, and hands to drive her wild. Listening to her changing cues as I insert another finger, curling and twisting them as she writhes and pants as her pleasure builds.
She sinks her fingers into my hair and holds me against her, raising her hips to meet my tongue until she’s shaking beneath me.
I lift my eyes to hers. “Easy there, darlin’. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Less talking,” she demands.
I chuckle as I return my attention to her pussy but keep our eyes locked as I suck her clit with more pressure while pumping my fingers.
She gasps my name over and over as the orgasm rockets through her.
As she lies there, catching her breath, I push off the couch and stand. Her liquid eyes drink me in.
“Where are you going?”
“Condom,” I say. “Come on.” I take her by the hand and help her up. Then I sweep her into my arms and carry her to the bedroom.
I toss her on the bed and quickly dart to the bathroom, where I left my clothing in a pile on the floor earlier. I return with a packet between my teeth, ripping it open as I crawl up the bed.
“Ready to come again for me?” I ask as I slide the latex over my length.
“You’re awfully confident there, cowboy. Sure you can deliver?” she teases, a wicked grin curving her lips.
I lift my hips and thrust inside of her in answer. Filling her completely.
“Oh my God,” she groans. “Yes.”
I reach back and clasp one of her legs and tug it over my hip so I can move deeper, faster. Her head falls back against the pillow, and her fist twists the sheets at her side.
I bring my mouth to her exposed neck and suck at the skin just beneath her ear as my hips pound a steady rhythm.
Her breaths start coming in short, hard pants as her leg locks tightly around my waist.
“Fuck, you feel good. So warm and tight,” I grunt as her muscles contract around me. Pulling me deeper.
My fingers sink into the curve of her hips as I mount up and thrust harder.
She slides her hands down to my ass and holds on. A husky, guttural noise escaping her throat and letting me know she is close.
I’m so close myself that I’m not sure I can make it much longer, so I slip a hand between us, stroking her clit in just the right spot, causing her body to convulse. She hoarsely screams my name as she tumbles over the edge again.
I lose all control, and my mouth clamps down on the base of her throat as my climax explodes into her.
We lie there, a tangle of sweaty limbs and sheets, my softening cock still inside of her, as we catch our breath.
Finally, I lift my head as I slide out of her. My eyes go to her heaving chest. I kiss the side of one of her breasts and stand.
Next time, I need to give them more attention.
“I’ll be right back,” I say before heading to the bathroom to toss the condom.
When I return, she’s on her side, hugging one of my pillows, fast asleep.
I curl up behind her, wrapping an arm around her to tug her back into my chest, and join her.