Chapter 13
13
Jade
W e stumble awkwardly together toward my couch, me supporting Declan’s weight as best I can. It’s not the sexiest way to stumble into bed together, he’s clearly still in some amount of pain, but he doesn’t complain. He keeps his hands planted firmly on my bare waist, his lips moving against mine as I back toward the living room, guiding him with me.
The couch is somewhat small, but neither of us seem to care. The most important thing is to get him off his foot, followed closely by getting him naked. I kiss him deeply, my tongue swirling against his as I sit him down on the edge of the couch. He pulls off his sweatshirt, and I help him again to remove his pants, this time not trying to hide my ogling.
He’s hard underneath his boxers, the fabric tenting up, and he’s bigger than I thought he would be, despite his size. A thrill runs through me, sending warmth straight to my core. I slowly pull his boxers down, not hiding my delight as take him in one hand. The large length fit nicely in my small hands, and I could imagine how it was going to soon feel inside me.
He moans, falling back against the couch cushions as I stroke him gently.
“Come here,” he breathes, grabbing my wrist lightly. “And for God’s sake, take your clothes off.”
I oblige happily and toss my bra off and slide out of my pants, climbing gingerly on top of him, meeting his lips with mine. He cups my cheek, his hand tracing a fiery trail down my neck before gently squeezing my breast between his fingers. I tremble with pleasure and anticipation, feeling myself get incredibly damp down there. To think I was so shy twenty-four hours ago, and now here I am about to probably have the best sex of my life.
He notices, pulling me against him as he readjusts, moving the thick blanket on the back of the couch to around my shoulders. It’s an incredibly sweet gesture, and I kiss him deeply to let him know how much I appreciate it.
I squirm above him as cock slides against my slick folds, and I can’t help but buck my hips against the feeling. He takes his warm, soft tip and eagerly presses it against my pussy, drenching my juices immediately all over him. I moan loudly, my face pressed against his. I need him. Now. Sensing the need, he reaches between us, taking his shaft in his hand and guiding himself to my entrance. I slowly sink down on top of him, surprised that I’m able to take him fully inside of me, my wetness helping to lubricate it the whole way through. I feel almost split in two, but in the most delicious and naughty way.
His hands move to my ass, grasping and groping desperately to get me to move against him. It takes me a moment to adjust, to get used to the feel of him, but once I do, I move against him, setting a slow, sensuous rhythm as I ride him.
His hands move around me, feeling like they’re everywhere all at once. His hands are huge, but gentle, his fingers expert. Though we’re still basically strangers, our bodies seem to know each other, to speak to one another in a way our words can’t. He lights me up from inside, creating sensations everywhere he touches. I can barely contain the sounds coming out of me, our voices mixing together in the small space in a strange harmony.
“You feel so damn good, Jade.” He grunts out. I cry desperately in response as I eagerly move quicker on top of him, almost throwing myself off balance. His entire length buried itself repeatedly against my sweet spot and I couldn’t contain myself.
Sooner than I would have expected, I feel my walls begin to tighten around him, a powerful orgasm building in my core. Our hips move against one another in a frantic rhythm until we’re both careening on the edge, completely out of control.
He holds me against him as I fall apart, sweat making our bodies slick. I’m simultaneously flying and falling, though he keeps my body grounded as pleasure rips through me. Soon after, he grunts his own climax as he spills deep inside me. We stay there for several long moments as our ragged breathing begins to slow and become steadier.
I try to climb off of him, but he holds me there, keeping me pinned to him as he collapses against the couch, his body spent. Our nude bodies touching under the blanket was more than enough to keep us warm. Eventually he readjusts, so he’s lying down, and he pulls me against him, stroking my hair and back until his breathing becomes deeper and sleep overtakes him.
The first thing I notice when I wake up is the warmth. Not the fire, though it’s still crackling faintly in the fireplace, but the solid, heavy weight of Declan’s arm draped across me, his body pressed close against mine. For a moment, I just lay there, blinking up at the ceiling, trying to process how we got here.
The night comes rushing back in flashes. The card games. The whiskey. The laughter that came so easily after the first few shots. The way his green eyes seemed to glow in the firelight, and the way he kissed me, slow at first, like he wasn’t sure I’d let him, and then deeper, more intense.
And then, of course, the sex . His naked body is still pressed against mine underneath my blanket, and I feel the familiar soreness of a night of passion. I should feel bad about it, shouldn’t I? Sleeping with a guy I barely know? But I don’t. Not even a little. It felt way too good and almost inspired me to try for a round two now that we were sober.
I glance over at him, taking in the way his messy red hair falls across his forehead, his face relaxed and peaceful in sleep. He looks so different like this, without the weight of whatever he’s been carrying around etched into his features. It’s almost enough to make me forget about the storm still raging outside. Almost.
I ease myself out from under his arm, careful not to wake him. He stirs slightly, muttering something unintelligible, but doesn’t open his eyes. I make sure the blanket is firmly wrapped around him before I quietly pull on my clothes and make my way toward the kitchen.
The cabin is still dark, the only light coming from the fire and the faint gray glow seeping through the cracks of the shutters. I flip the light switch out of habit, knowing full well it won’t work, and sure enough, nothing happens. The electricity is, unfortunately, still out.
I sigh, running a hand through my hair as I glance toward the door. I decide to peek out, just to see the state of things. The snow is piled high against the porch, and it’s still coming down hard, the wind still howling through the trees. I can just make out the silhouette of the tree that collapsed against Declan’s car, though even that’s a strain to see past the thick snow. There’s no way we’re going anywhere anytime soon.
Not that I’m complaining.
With the storm still in full swing, there’s not much else to do but make breakfast and clean up after last night. The small dining room is a bit of a mess, the table littered with empty shot glasses, a couple of bowls, and the remnants of our impromptu card game scattered across the table. I grab the dishes and start washing them, the faint ache in my muscles a reminder of just how eventful the night had been.
Once the kitchen is back in order, I find some instant coffee and quickly rummage through the refrigerator for some supplies. If the power stays out much longer, I’m going to need to fight my way to the shed for the generator.
I find some eggs and bacon and pull out a skillet, making us both a hearty breakfast. After all the drinking and vigorous festivities of last night, hopefully this replenished our energy. Once the water for the coffee boiled, I make us both a mug, unsure how he takes his. I pile everything onto a tray and carry it back to the couch, balancing it carefully as I set it down on the coffee table.
Before he wakes up, I set another log on the fire, the flames roaring higher as heat licks my face. Declan stirs again, his eyes fluttering open as he stretches, wincing slightly when he moves his injured ankle.
“Morning,” I say, moving to sit down beside him and handing him one of the mugs.
“Morning,” he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep. He sits up slowly, the blanket pooling around his waist, and takes the mug from me, his fingers brushing against mine. “You didn’t have to do all this.”
“It’s no big deal,” I say, shrugging. “Besides, I figured we could use a real breakfast after last night.”
He smirks, taking a sip of the black coffee without any complaint.
“Fair enough.”
We eat in comfortable silence, curled up together on the couch in the light of the fire. It’s strange how easy this feels, like we’ve known each other for much longer than just a day. Maybe it’s the storm, or the fact that we don’t have much choice but to stick it out together, but there’s a connection here that I can’t ignore.
Declan finishes his coffee and sets the mug down on the table, his gaze lingering on me for a moment before he speaks.
“You’re full of surprises, you know that?” he asks.
“Oh yeah?” I ask through a mouthful of bacon. “How so?”
“Well, for one, you’ve got this whole storm survival thing down,” he says, gesturing toward the fire and the breakfast tray. “I was half expecting you to panic when the power went out.”
I snort, shaking my head.
“I’ve lived through my share of power outages, and they’re a little easier to deal with here. If I didn’t have a gas stove and a fireplace, I might have been a little more panicked.”
He nods, his expression softening.
“Well, you’ve done an excellent job with controlling what you can. I’m honestly impressed.”
There’s a hint of admiration in his tone, and I can’t help but blush. I look away, focusing on the plate in my lap.
“Thank you,” I say quietly, suddenly feeling a little shy.
The silence stretches between us again, but this time, it feels different. Charged. I glance back at him, and the look in his eyes sends a shiver of pleasure down my spine.
Before I can think too much about it, he leans in, his hand brushing against my cheek as he kisses me. It’s softer this time, slower, but no less intense. I feel myself melting into him, the warmth of his body a stark contrast to the icy storm outside.
When we finally pull apart, his forehead rests against mine, and I can feel his breath against my skin.
“You’re a badass, you know that?” he murmurs, his voice low and rough.
“Me?” I laugh softly, pulling back just enough to look at him.
He nods, his fingers brushing against my cheek again. “Yep,” he murmurs.
The fire crackles softly in the background, and for a moment, it’s easy to forget about everything but the way he’s looking at me, like I’m the only thing keeping him tethered to the ground.
I stand, holding out a hand to him. “Come on,” I say, my voice quieter now.
He raises an eyebrow, but takes my hand, letting me pull him to his feet. “Where are we going?”
“To a proper bed,” I say, leading him toward the bedroom, emboldened by his admiration for me.
He follows me without question, his hand warm in mine as we step into the small room. He limps slightly but doesn’t complain about the change of scenery. The bed is still unmade from the last time I slept in it, but I don’t care. It was going to get all sorts of messed up in a few minutes. All I can think about is the weight of his hand in mine, the way his green eyes seem to darken as he looks at me.
I let go of his hand and turn to face him, my heart pounding in my chest as I reach for the hem of my shirt. His gaze follows my movements, and for a moment, I feel self-conscious. But then he steps closer, his hands finding my waist as he kisses me again, and all my doubts melt away.
He pushes me back against the bed and we collapse into it together, limbs tangled and ready for round two.