Chapter 13 Char
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAR
“What’s wrong?”
“Okay, I know this is only one night, but…” I bite down on my lower lip, terrified of the answer. Sure, he could lie. But this is a small town. And he’s friends with my bestie’s husband. It’s not like he could hide it. Not for long anyway. “Are you married or in a relation—”
“No,” he splutters. “I could never do that.”
I let out a heavy exhale, not realizing how worried I’d been until he confirmed what I believed in my heart to be true.
It seemed unfathomable that this man could be that guy.
Especially with all of his friends in attendance, watching us spend the majority of the reception together.
Heck, part of me still thinks my best friend conspired to seat us next to one another.
But I’ve learned the hard way how treacherous people can be.
Even ones you think you know. And he’s had more than a few women approaching him tonight. “Whew. I just needed to be sure.”
He stands frozen. Cautious. It’s almost comical. “We good?”
I’m nodding vigorously before I can even get the words out. “Yes. Good.” After reaching into my clutch for my key, we tumble inside in our haste to get the rest of the night underway, nearly putting a hole in the sheetrock as the door slams against the wall.
“Sorry,” he mumbles against my lips as he pulls me against him.
With one hand wrapped around my throat, his kisses are a mixture of long and languid alternating with penetrating and passionate.
Sweet baby Jesus, this man is like no one I’ve ever experienced.
He’s strong, wildly attractive, but with a boy next door playfulness that makes you feel as if you’ve known him your whole life.
Our clothes fly off so violently I have a hard time keeping up with who is undressing who.
Once the last item falls to the floor with the rest of the heap, he scoops me up until my legs straddle his hips.
The ease with which he carries me to the bed only adds to this man’s appeal.
I’ve never been self-conscious about my curves.
But having this man handling me as if I weigh nothing is a heady aphrodisiac.
He deposits me on the edge of the bed before quickly turning to rummage through his clothes. Retrieving his wallet, he fishes out a condom and flings it on the bed. I’m not sure which I’m more distracted by. The fact he was in such a hurry to have one at the ready.
Or the fact he’s only grabbed one.
This thought is fleeting, however, as my eyes are feasting on the sight before me.
His tanned skin is shockingly free of ink.
Not that tattoos are a requirement for a good time, but the majority of his firefighter brothers seem to possess a generous display.
No surprise, his pecs and abs are toned to perfection.
He’s quite the vision. Sensory overload for any woman, but for a lonely girl starved for the feel of a man… well, this is beyond my expectations.
I realize he’s caught me ogling him when his biceps and quads begin to flex. Biting my lip, I start to smirk at him when I become sidetracked watching him as he fists his hard cock before me. My lower belly clenches in eager anticipation. He’s big, and he knows it.
My gaze bounces from one delectable body part to another, unable to fully process how incredibly hot this man is.
Initially, his personality is what draws you in.
That sweet, good-natured charm and gregarious laugh.
Yet the more I looked at his strong jawline covered in dark stubble and those full lips… well, I was done for.
Coming closer, he cups my face before devouring my lips with his. I’m not sure I’ll ever recover from this night. And it’s barely even begun.
My mind’s going a million miles per hour, trying to digest all the unanswered questions about the man now lying above me.
Yet this thought vanishes into thin air as he pulls my arms overhead, binding my wrists together in one muscular hand, before grabbing my ass with the other.
I’m already shaking with need, my skin prickled with goosebumps.
His mouth trails down my body, hot and hungry.
He stops to brush his lips over the hollow of my neck before continuing on to caress and suckle my breasts, licking the underside of each before pulling back to take me in.
My nipples grow even harder under his perusal.
“Your beautiful body…” he groans. “It’s going to be the death of me. ”
I start to ask why but am cut short when his hand cups my breast, and he returns to nibbling and sucking on each of my nipples.
He uses the perfect amount of suction, edging the fine line between pleasure and pain.
I let out a low moan as he trails further down and begins gliding his finger in and out of me.
The sound of my arousal mocks me. Gah, this man makes me so wet it’s insane.
My hips begin to match his rhythm, rocking back and forth until his scorching hot mouth descends on my clit. I gasp at the contact. This man is smoking hot and knows his way around a woman’s body.
No wonder they call him Smoke.
It’s not long before he’s removed his finger and has started to make a meal of me.
He has one arm extended up my torso, fondling my breast while his face is buried in my sensitive flesh.
The combination of his stubble and his groans of pleasure reverberating against me is intense.
This Adonis is sucking and licking until my entire body is convulsing.
Okay, I’ll admit it. Firefighter playboy or not, he’s a god between the sheets, and I’m just grateful for this one incredible night with him.
It’s not until the sheen of sweat cascading over my skin begins to chill that I realize he’s no longer hovering over me.
I hear a rip of foil followed by ragged breathing right before he flips me onto all fours and thrusts his hard cock into my aching center in one smooth motion and stills.
My nails dig into the bed linens, attempting to hold on for what I know will be the most explosive sex of my life.
Thankfully, he holds still for a moment, letting me accommodate to his size. I’m so full. I rock my hips from side to side, attempting to ease the tight stretch. It’s been a while since I’ve been with anyone. Even longer since I’ve been with a man built like this one.
But the feeling is beyond anything I’ve experienced before.
There’s an electric current of desire enveloping my body I can’t explain.
It’s more than having this larger-than-life man inside me.
It’s the stimulating sensation of his warm, muscular skin enveloping mine.
His masculine scent intoxicating my body like a drug.
“You like it a little rough?” he whispers, his breath warm against the shell of my ear.
“Yes,” I groan. His dirty words cause a rush of fluid to pool around him. My hips bucking against him in an attempt to pull him deeper into me.
He accepts the invitation, beginning to glide in and out of me. As my moans of pleasure tumble from my lips, he thrusts faster and faster. “Do you prefer I fuck you deep and hard?” I glance over my shoulder to find him undulating his pelvis like a fucking porn star. “Or nice and slow?”
Close to orgasm, I whimper. “All of it. I love everything you’re doing.” I take a much-needed inhale, considering a seductive retort, but instead blurt, “Keep that shit up.”
He lets out a deep chuckle that travels from his chest straight to my core, tickling the apex of my thighs similar to how my vibrator might. This delicious man squeezes my ass in his hands then freezes.
The loss of friction causes me to frown. Yet before I can ask why he’s stopped, he bends down to bite into my right butt cheek.
“Hell, this ass is glorious. I know you’re committed to this whole one-night, no-names thing. But if you could just leave this juicy peach here with me, the rest of you can do whatever you like.” He trails his hands up and down the backs of my thighs, his eyes glued to my backside.
“Oh my god. Are you for real?” I laugh. “We’re kind of a package deal.”
He gives me a playful spank before flipping me over to lie face up beneath him.
“Good. I’d miss this pretty face,” he whispers against my lips.
His big brown eyes hold mine, and my heart skips a beat.
His words bathe me in a hypnotic fog. I momentarily consider what leaving my carefully structured life behind could look like.
Until my thoughts are deliciously disrupted.
He slams his hard cock back inside me, the headboard creaking as he propels us forward.
I instinctively push up on my toes, tilting my pelvis to meet him thrust for thrust. His cock grazes against what I can only surmise must be my G spot, as the sensation has my toes curling. I started to think it was merely an urban legend, as no one else has ever come close to finding it.
I gasp when he nearly folds me in half, his ass muscles clenched.
He drives into me again and again, making animalistic grunting noises that have me skating closer and closer to the edge of sanity.
When he reaches down and pinches my clit, I shudder violently with my release.
As if he’s been waiting for me to detonate, he stills, holding me as I convulse around him.
“Oh fuck. Fuck,” he groans. I manage to peel my eyes open long enough for the sight of him coming undone to burn into my memory. Like the way he’s made me feel won’t be playing on a loop for all eternity, now I’ve got that erotic visual to go with it.
The night continues this way. Him whispering dirty talk into my ear as he fucks me within an inch of my life, telling me how beautiful I am, how good I make him feel. Until we’re both so sated and exhausted we fall into an abyss of dreamless bliss.
Several hours later, I wake to the feel of him wrapped around me.
This firefighter is unlike any man I’ve ever known.
Fun, flirty, and self-deprecating. The ease with which he showered me with compliments felt so genuine.
Combine that with the hottest sex I’ve ever experienced, and leaving this mountain town will be one of the biggest tests of my life.
I’d give anything to be by my best friend’s side throughout her pregnancy.
Between her demanding workload and growing not one but two babies, she’ll need plenty of support along the way.
I’ve met her new friends. There’s no doubt they’ll do whatever they can to help her. Yet it should be me. I want to be here.
Squeezing my eyes shut to fight off the tears, I roll toward the door.
This is your lot in life, Char. I again remind myself that things could’ve turned out much worse.
You own a great business in a town where you feel safe.
You have friends. Don’t let all of the “what if’s” tempt you to walk away from all you’ve built.
From a place where you can hide in plain sight.