Chapter 33 Sutton
Sutton
Fuck me.
I swallow hard as Nikki looks at me, her face all relaxed, completely liquid in my arms and at my mercy. Her naked body sealed against mine, I move my hand from her clit and run it up her body to cup her face, bringing her lips back to me.
I take them with mine. Hungrily. My tongue lashes hers, our bodies both now wet with water, sweat, and steam. Her hair hangs low, wet in the water, the jet-black tresses looking like they’re painted onto her head.
“I want more,” she moans against my lips, and if that isn’t the sweetest fucking thing a man can hear…
“Yes… Fuck yes…” My hands palm her ass, and I pull and squeeze her cheeks, knowing her clit is sensitive and wanting to tease her. Giving me a seductive look, like it’s not my turn to play, she leans back a little, grabbing my cock in her hand. I swear I almost come from the contact.
“You manhandling me now?” I grin, because she can touch my cock any damn day of the week.
Her lust-drunk eyes tell me I’m in serious trouble with this girl. My girl. I said it earlier, and I meant it. I’ve never had someone in my life whom I wanted more than the air I breathe.
“You got a problem with that?” she teases, lining me up with her center, and I sink into her warmth. I grit my teeth as I feel her clench around me, holding her hips to thrust deeper.
“Yes… like that,” she moans as her head falls back, and my mouth connects with her neck.
I think I’ve hit euphoria. The pinnacle. I’ve had lots of sex in my life, but right here, under the sunburnt sky, no one around, out in the open in a warm mineral spring with this woman I can’t stop thinking about… Fuck, this is it. This is what life is.
“You like that?” I know she does. Her hands dig into my shoulders, her nails leaving little dents, but I don’t care. All it does is remind me that this is real, she is real, and not some make-believe fairy tale I’ve made up.
“Yes… oh God, yes… Right there, pleeease.” She lifts her head back up with a moan as I hit her G-spot, then take her lips with mine again. We move in sync, our hips grinding against each other’s, and I lower my hand, finding her clit again, needing her to come one more time before I can let go.
“Shit— I-I’m c-coming,” she warns almost immediately, and I knew she would. I’m starting to learn her body, what she likes, what makes her come hardest, and I know when she’s sensitive from one orgasm, the second comes from her easier.
I continue to circle as I thrust, massaging that spot deep inside her every time I move, the water around us splashing a little more.
“Yeeees… Come for me again… Give me another, baby, all over my cock,” I tell her gruffly, and I feel her quiver around me as I grit my teeth.
“Sutton!” she yells with a hiccup and shudder, and I let go right along with her, sliding into her one, two, three more times before I come with a harsh exhale.
“Tinker…” My knees feel weak, her body slumping against mine and we hold on tightly to each other.
Panting, I stand with her in my arms and catch my breath. Being with her is becoming better, more comfortable yet passionate, with every passing day. Now that we have clearly taken things to the next step, I feel even more protective of her than I thought possible.
I look around the springs, listening and relishing the peacefulness. I can’t hear the distinct sound of cameras shuttering. I can’t see anyone hiding in the bushes, no one up on the hill. We’re completely on our own, and it’s the most blissful feeling I’ve experienced.
“I could fall asleep here…” she murmurs, and I grin as I kiss her shoulder, running my hand up and down her back.
“You can. I’ll hold you. Like your own little floatation tank experience.”
She laughs, and then I hear her little snort, and I grin wider.
“Do you ever wish you could just freeze a moment in time? Like this part is so good that you never want it to change?”
I swallow, because that’s exactly how I feel.
“Yeah. This is pretty perfect… You’re pretty perfect, Nikki,” I say softly, with adoration, and her hands tighten around my neck, like she’s scared I’ll let her go.
But I wrap mine around her waist tighter, ensuring she knows that I never will.
That kind of feeling imprints on my heart, making my already protective feelings for her increase even more.
“It’s… Charlotte. My name’s Charlotte.” Her voice is a mere whisper, her admission a gift that hits me in the chest. I swallow hard, knowing she’s sharing a big piece of her secret life with me, and I’m more than happy to carry that for her.
“Charlotte.” My tongue wraps around the name, getting a feel for it, and I hear her suck in a sharp breath.
“A beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” Leaning forward, I place my lips on hers, holding her a little bit tighter, wanting her to know that I’ve got her. She hums into the kiss, and I pull back, pressing another on her forehead before pulling back to look at her.
“Your brother?” I ask.
Her smile is small but full of meaning as she shares another truth. “Preston.”
I nod. Preston suits him much better.
“There’s so much I need to tell you, so much that you should know—”
I cut her off, seeing the turmoil on her face. “You tell me when you’re ready. I don’t want to rush you. Believe me, there’s nothing you can tell me that would ever scare me away.”
She wants to be honest with me. It’s in her nature; she’s a genuine person, and I know she isn’t keeping things from me maliciously. It’s more about self-preservation than anything else.
I run my hands over her hair, wondering, not for the first time, what her natural color is. Her body relaxes against mine again. She feels safe with me.
“I could be an axe murderer on the run?” Her lips quirk as her eyebrows rise.
I chuckle at that. “Hmmmm… I think you would’ve killed me already,” I murmur against her lips before I take them in mine.
“I could be a journalist, here to get the Hollywood scoop…”
I grin against her mouth. “Nope, you would’ve cashed your money in by now. I would be front-page news already. Can’t fool me, baby.”
She purses her lips playfully. “Maybe I’m just using you for your amazing… swimming skills…”
My hands squeeze her ass as she giggles. “You think I have good skills, huh?” I kiss her then, our words muffled as our lips don’t part, and I feel her smile against me.
“I think you have very good skills…” Her hips move, and now it’s my turn to smile.
“You’re pretty perfect, Charlotte,” I whisper exactly what I said before, but with her real name now, and she sinks into my hold.
As I keep us afloat, our bodies still connected, her head buried into my shoulder, my arms wrapped around her tight, I know that I’m completely and utterly in love with her. And I don’t know what in the world to do about it.
Because I still don’t know who she really is.
I sit in the kitchen, my brother staring at me.
“You know, I was thinking it before, with all the bees and things. But now, I’m sure of it. You’ve lost your damn mind.”
I might be the actor in the family, but my brother got the dramatics.
“What is it that you have a problem with, exactly?”
“It’s fifty acres!” He throws his hands up into the air, and I roll my eyes.
“Listen, I can’t go looking for this guy. It’ll probably blow my cover. But Rochelle knows him. Apparently, he comes into the diner sometimes.”
“What the hell are you going to do with fifty acres of forest?”
“Nothing,” I say simply.
Sawyer’s eyes narrow at me, incredulous. “Nothing? You are going to buy fifty acres of forest and leave it as forest?”
“You’re meant to be the smart one, Sawyer… For someone so smart, you’re taking an awful long time to figure this out.”
His face reddens. “Please, explain it to me…” Even though his voice is calm, he certainly is not.
“I’m buying serial killer forest, and I’m going to leave it exactly how it is.”
“But why?” he presses, exasperated.
“Because it’s at the back of my property. Because it’s beautiful, tranquil. I can go for small hikes. It covers the cottage and offers privacy. Plus, wildflowers grow around there. They’re important for the bees.”
“Those fucking bees again. I swear, if Noah or Kevin get stung…”
“Can you find the guy and make him an offer for me, or do I need to find new legal representation?” I deadpan with a lifted eyebrow.
“I’m charging you double for this shit,” he grumbles.
I grin. “I thought you lowered your price for the locals?”
“Yeah, well, you don’t count. You should rename it.”
“What to?” I hadn’t thought of that. As creepy as it is, serial killer forest is what Charlotte and I call it, and I would like it to remain.
“Think with His Dick Woods sounds more fitting.”
I huff a laugh, shaking my head. My brother grabs his car keys and heads into town, and I know I’ll own fifty acres of trees by the end of the week.