Chapter Two #2
We step inside and we’re greeted by the warm, inviting scent of wood and cedar.
The interior is rustic but comfortable with large windows that allow soft sunlight to stream in.
A large, open living area features a plush sofa, a few armchairs and a wooden coffee table.
I glance at the small kitchen as I head toward the three doors I assume hold bedrooms and a bathroom.
“I’m just going to do a quick sweep,” I tell her as I open the door to the first bedroom.
It’s cozy, with the views of the surrounding forest, but it’s not the view I’m worried about.
I move quickly, checking under the bed and in the closet until I’m convinced that it’s empty. “It’s fine. You can stay in this one.”
“And where are you going to be staying?”
I turn to find Vivienne leaning against the door, watching me. Those pretty hazel eyes are filled with humor, and it shouldn't turn me on but fuck, we’re in close quarters that allow me a full view of her without fear of running us off the road.
“There’s a second bedroom, I'll take that one.”
“This is the only bedroom.”
“What?”
“I checked,” she says with a smile. And she’s already walking out and down the hallway before I can point out that she shouldn’t be moving around the cabin so carelessly before I’m assured of her safety.
With a sigh, I follow her as she opens one door to reveal a small bathroom and the next, which is definitely not a second bedroom.
“A storage closet? You’ve got to be kidding me!” I gripe, stepping inside a small room filled with cleaning supplies and what appears to be camping gear. “Knox told me he booked a two-bedroom cabin.” I bend down to pick up a board game from the floor.
Vivienne is undisturbed. “The good news is they have a hot tub in the back. I checked.”
I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose. “Vivienne—”
“Just call me Viv.”
“You can’t go running around and exploring until I’ve made a full sweep of the place.”
“We’re miles away from LA,” she says, pulling the door closed and turning to look at me. “This is the first time in…forever that I’ve been able to move around without jumping at the sight of my own shadow. I want to enjoy it.”
Her words make something ache in my chest. “I promised your brother I would keep you safe until you’re in Chicago, and I’m not taking any chances.”
“Fine,” she says, her mouth forming a stubborn pout. “I’ll be more careful.”
There’s a part of me—a reckless part that refuses to acknowledge that this girl is the VP’s sister and thus, forbidden—that wants to close the distance between us. I want to feel those lips underneath mine, parting as I push her against the wall and kiss her like my life depends on it.
Goddamn it, I want her.
“Why don’t you go ahead and freshen up. I’ll worry about the sleeping arrangement later,” I say, turning around.
“Take a bath or something. I'll grab our things from the car and then check if we have food in the kitchen. Knox asked for it to be stocked ahead of time, but I need to be sure. I should be able to whip up something for dinner—or I guess more like a late lunch—”
“No, I’ll do it.”
“What?” I ask absently.
“I’ll do it.” I turn around just in time to catch the flush on her cheeks.
“You’ve already done so much for me, so it’s my turn.
I'll just grab a quick shower and then get started on making us something to eat. I’m good at cooking.
I’ve worked as a waitress since I was fourteen and sometimes in a pinch I worked in the kitchen too,” she muses.
“It’s where I would be right now if Rick hadn’t caused a scene and gotten me fired yesterday. ”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask what Rick did to get her fired, but something tells me I won’t get an answer.
I get the feeling this man’s actions toward Vivienne haven’t exactly been fatherly.
I find it hard to stop the anger that sears through me at the thoughts of this man even daring to touch her.
She is so fucking perfect. Every inch of her. She shouldn’t have to live in fear. She deserves to be protected. Worshiped.
I imagine that perfect body bared to me as I give her the attention and care she deserves, caressing her thighs and up her waist before covering her breasts, teasing her pink beaded nipples with my fingers, then mouth…goddammit!
“I’ll grab our things,” I say, turning around and hightailing it outside before I do something crazy like kiss her.
My cock is hard as rock, raging and begging desperately for release and it’s tempting…
so fucking tempting to climb into the car and jerk off until the ache has faded, but I push back the urge.
I can’t afford to drop my guard just because I want her.
A girl with eyes that remind me of autumn leaves, and a mouth I want to sink into. A girl I’m not allowed to fantasize about, let alone touch.
I don’t immediately grab our bags, but instead decide to walk around the cabin. Even the fresh winter air does little to squash my need for her, and when my phone rings, I welcome the distraction.
“Kyle, did you make it to the cabin?” Knox asks the second I take the call.
“We just got here,” I tell him. I consider if I should mention that the cabin he booked us only has one bedroom, but it would only worry him into figuring out another accommodation. “Everything’s going alright, Knox. You don’t need to worry about your sister. I’ll get her to you safely.”
“Thanks, Kyle. I knew I could trust you with her.” Fuck. “Take care of my little sister.”
She’s not so little anymore, I want to say, but I bite my tongue.
I stare at the phone long after he hangs up, wondering what instrument of torture he’d use on me if he found out half the things I want to do to his sister. I shake my head at the thought before grabbing our things and heading back inside.
It doesn’t occur to me to knock until I’m inside the bedroom and staring at Vivienne, who’s standing in the center of the room with nothing but a small towel wrapped around her body. She’s staring out the window and into the forest, unaware of my presence.
All my blood rushes south and fills up my cock, which had only just started to go down.
I know I should turn around and get the hell out of the bedroom, give her some privacy, but I can’t make myself move or look away.
Her hair’s wet, and I find myself tracing the water droplets that trail along her shoulders and back.
I follow them to the towel with my gaze, then continue down her narrow waist and to that supple ass, curved to perfection and fuck, is it a wonder that I want to touch her?
That my cock aches with the need to be inside of her?
I must make some kind of noise or something that has her head whipping around and she gasps when she spots me, scrambling to hold her towel in place. “Kyle, I…I didn’t hear you come in.”
“The door was open,” I say lamely before lifting the bags for her to see, but I still can’t take my eyes off her. “I’ll go grab a shower. Call out if you need me.”
I don’t wait for her response as I drop her bag and carry mine to the bathroom. My heart is pounding against my rib cage as I walk in, stripping off my clothes almost before the door can close behind me.
I want her.
The VP’s sister. Forbidden to me. Under my protection, but fuck, I want to be inside her. Fuck that pussy until I’ve erased any man that has ever touched her.
I step into the shower and turn on the water, unable to think beyond the fact that the bathroom smells like her. It carries the warm scent of wild jasmine and something sweet.
Lust claws my chest as I take my cock in my hand, so strong and violent it roars at me to walk into the bedroom and seduce her into wanting me with just as much desperation.
To kiss that sexy mouth until I’m swallowing her moans.
Kiss the rest of her body until she’s trembling for me, then take her until we’re both sated.
On the bed, the floor, against the wall, it doesn’t fucking matter as long as I’m buried inside her.
Damn the consequences.
“Fuck!” I hiss as I start to stroke myself. My legs are shaky so I slap my palm on the wall to hold myself up. I haven’t wanted a woman like this since…ever. No, I’ve never been this desperate with it. Never this reckless.
I can’t help but picture those eyes, dazed, on mine. That sexy mouth panting with my name, screaming it until everyone knows that she belongs to me now. That those big hazel eyes see only me, and I’m the only man who gets to sink into her wet pussy.
“Mine,” I choke out, fucking my fist like an animal, hoping the sounds of the shower muffle most of the noise I’m making. I can’t think beyond this moment or the way she makes me feel. The way I want her.
Desperately.
My breath wheezes out as my thrusts grow jerky, my muscles painfully tensing with the threat of an orgasm.
When it comes, it tears through me so violently that my legs damn near give out.
My vision doubles, then triples as cum sprays over my tight fist and onto the shower floor where it’s washed away.
I grip my cock tightly, jerking it through the storm until I’ve wrung myself out.
My body loses all tension, and I find myself slumped against the wall, heart still pounding ruthlessly against my ribs.
I try not to think about what this means.
Knox is a boss, a brother, and a mentor all wrapped in one. Crossing this line would mean violating his trust, but how the fuck can I not want her? She’s the perfect girl, and she’s forbidden. This has to be fate’s idea of a joke.