Chapter 18 #2
He sweeps his gaze over me, lingering on my lips, my curves, and I feel the spark from last night reigniting, hotter, more urgent.
There’s no way he means to take me out here. “It’s freezing.” My voice betrays me with a waver as I glance around the property.
He steps closer, his body radiating heat. “I’ll keep you warm.”
“You can’t be serious.” Because I’m so cautious about my personal safety, I’ve never done remotely naughty outdoors.
“Oh, I assure you, I am.”
His grip firm on my shoulders, he moves me back toward a tree near the firepit where it’s much warmer.
Then he’s on me, his hands gripping my coat, pulling me against a tree, the rough bark digging into my back through the layers.
“This is crazy. You know that, right?”
“Yeah.” He catches my wrist and presses my palm against his erection. “Feel.” The shock of it steals my breath. He’s shaking, not from cold but from restraint.
“See?” His whisper drags over my skin. “That’s what you do to me.”
Before I can answer, he grabs a condom from his pocket.
He planned to seduce me outdoors? Or maybe he thought we’d do it in the kitchen?
Regardless, he’s prepared, and I’m grateful. Because when it comes to Stryker, I seem to have lost my sense of reasoning.
“Take this.”
I release my hold on his cock to accept the small packet. Then he hooks his thumbs inside the waistband of his sweatpants and pushes them low on his hips, the movement rough, impatient.
The cold air catches between us, shocking against the heat rolling off him.
“Open the package.”
The faint rip of foil is almost lost beneath the restless wind.
“Do it for me.”
My pulse hammering, I look up at him.
His gaze dares me.
My world seems to narrow to touch and breath—the drag of thin latex between my fingers, the tremor that goes through him when I trace my knuckles down the hard heat of him, and the hiss of his sucked-in breath feels like approval.
“Goddamn, Allie…” The tremor that goes through him is pure hunger, restraint unraveling strand by strand.
By the time the protection is in place, he’s breathing hard, jaw clenched, eyes dark with hunger.
I can’t believe the chill hasn’t affected him one little bit. Nothing should surprise me when it comes to him, I suppose.
“Good.” The rasp of his voice is rougher than the howl of the wind. “Now hold on to me.”
Motions sure, he drags my pants down, and my underwear follows. The bite of frigid air is a startling shock against my heated skin. I’m half-dressed, vulnerable, but his body shields me. With a sure grip, he raises me onto my tiptoes, bracing me with the tree.
When our eyes meet again, everything else falls away—the cold, the sky, the threat waiting somewhere out there.
There’s only this moment, my reckless wanting, the way he looks at me like I’m both his undoing and his salvation. Then his mouth is on mine, and the world disappears.
He claims me with a hunger that scorches through the thin air, determined, unyielding, tasting of coffee and raw need.
He kisses me like he’s stealing breath from my lungs. Then he fiercely holds onto my hips, pinning me harder against the tree’s rough bark.
Around us, the wind howls, whipping through the pines, but his body shields me, a wall of heat and muscle that makes the world narrow to just this—his cock thrusting deep inside my pussy, filling me completely, stretching me with every powerful stroke.
I moan into his mouth as he pushes me harder into the tree. I dig my hands into his shoulders, seeking more.
In response, he growls, the sound vibrating through me, low and primal, as he drives harder, faster, his rhythm relentless.
He grips my ass tight, holding me in place, his touch bruising and possessive.
Each thrust sends sparks of pleasure/pain radiating through my core, my clit grinding against him with every movement. The cold bites at my exposed skin, but it only heightens the fire building inside me, the contrast making every sensation sharper, more intoxicating.
“What you fucking do to me, Allie.” His teeth graze the sensitive spot below my ear. “You scare the shit out of me.”
Same.
I’ve cracked safes, dodged law enforcement and bullets, but this—letting him strip me bare, emotionally and physically—is a risk I never saw coming.
And now I’m lost in him, in the way he fucks me like he’s demanding every inch of my soul. The firepit’s warmth licks at my skin, but it’s his heat, his need, that keeps me from shivering.
My climax begins to build, a relentless, overwhelming sensation, and my mind swirls, not just from pleasure but from the weight of it—of him, this moment, and the life I can’t possibly keep.
“You take my cock so perfectly. Like you were made for this.”
His words ignite me, and I arch into him, my pussy clenching around his thick length as the pressure coils more tightly, unbearable. He shifts one hand between us, his thumb finding my clit, circling it with rough precision that makes my vision blur.
“Stryker!” I gasp as the orgasm crashes over me without warning, a tidal wave of physical pleasure that rips a cry from my throat. My body shudders as waves of ecstasy pulse through me.
He follows seconds later, his thrusts erratic, a guttural groan escaping as he buries himself deep, his release flooding the condom in hot pulses.
We stay like that, tangled and breathless, his forehead pressed to mine as the wind tugs at our clothes.
His arms hold me steady, protective, and for a heartbeat, I let myself sink into it—the illusion of safety in his strength.
But reality creeps back in, cold as the air nipping at my thighs. I can’t afford this.
He pulls back, his eyes searching mine, and his voice is low, a promise that makes my heart flutter. “Told you I’d keep you warm.”
I manage a breathless laugh, but it’s edged with something sharper—regret, maybe, or the fear that this is all I’ll ever have of him. “You’re impossible.”
“And when we’re back inside, I’m going to make you beg in ways you haven’t even dreamed of.”
How much more of this—of him—can I take?
He eases me down, steadying me on my feet before tugging up my pants, his fingers lingering just long enough to make my pulse stutter again.
Then he adjusts himself, buttoning his flannel with casual efficiency, like we didn’t just fuck against a tree in the middle of a brewing storm.
“Are you ready?”
Am I?
But the sultry dance through his question and the way his eyes darken ignite a new heat in me, a longing for more, for him, for this dangerous, impossible thing between us. “Oh?”
“No time like the present.”
He sweeps his gaze over me, and the approval in his eyes makes me melt.
“Ready to learn about mirroring?”