Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Ace
The drive to my place is only ten minutes, but it feels longer with Chrissy sitting beside me in my truck, glancing over occasionally with an expression that makes concentrating on the road significantly harder than usual.
"You're smiling," she says.
I glance at her. "Can you blame me? I just spent a couple of hours getting kissed by the prettiest woman in Mercury Ridge, and now she’s sitting in my truck."
Heat creeps into her cheeks, and I don't think I'll ever get tired of seeing that—or being the cause of it.
"You’re such a flirt,” she mutters.
My place sits up a mountain road above the lake. It only has one bedroom, but the big front porch and the view make up for its small size. I love my little cabin, and I’ve never cared what anyone else thought about it. Until now.
That thought catches me off guard enough that I almost miss the turn.
I wasn’t lying about not wanting a casual thing with Chrissy. I’d never take advantage of her, and the last thing I’d ever want is to hurt her.
But until this moment, I didn’t realize just how serious things had already become. We’ve known each other for less than a week, and I’m already picturing us living together in my cabin.
I park near the porch and walk hand-in-hand with Chrissy up the stairs to the porch. Crickets hum in the trees around us and a whippoorwill cries in the distance. It’s a perfect summer night.
Chrissy pauses near the railing and looks out toward the lake. The moon is full and it reflects on the rippling surface of the water. “Wow,” she breathes.
Something in my chest loosens. "Wait until you see it at sunrise and sunset.”
Inside, I flip on the kitchen light while she wanders through the space. She runs a palm along the worn leather couch before examining the framed lake photos on the living room wall. She stops at one of the pictures and brushes her fingers lightly across one of me and the guys in our kayaks.
“We were about sixteen when that photo was taken,” I tell her. “Trent’s mom took it.”
"You really love Lake Mercury, don’t you?”
"Yeah," I say quietly. "I do."
She turns toward me slowly, and our eyes lock. For a second, the world seems to freeze. Then I’m crossing the room and drawing her close and kissing her with complete abandonment—the way I’ve wanted to all night but couldn’t because we were in public.
Chrissy makes a soft sound and leans into me, her hands curling into my shirt, and the feel of her pressing against me completely steals my ability to think straight.
"Hi," she says against my mouth.
"Hey,” I say back, my voice ragged.
She pulls back enough to look at me, and whatever she finds in my expression makes her exhale slowly, some last bit of resistance leaving with it. Then she reaches up and presses her palm flat against my chest, and I feel that touch all the way through me.
"Bedroom?" she asks.
"Yeah," I manage. "Bedroom."
I take her hand and she follows me down the short hall, and the moment the door closes behind us I turn and pull her back against me.
The kissing grows more urgent, her fingers working at the buttons of my shirt while I slide her tank top up and over her head, and we back toward the bed in a graceless, laughing collision of limbs that ends with her sitting at the edge of the mattress looking up at me.
She's so beautiful. Cheeks flushed, hair coming loose from the braid, eyes dark in the low light from the window.
I reach out and push a loose strand of hair back from her face. She leans against my hand, and that small act is so tender that my breath catches.
Chrissy’s the one for me.
We haven’t even slept together yet, but somehow, I know it in my bones. I will never want anyone but her.
I lay her back against the pillows and work the clasp of her bikini top free, and for a moment I just look at her.
"Hi," she says again, shyly.
“Hi, gorgeous.”
I press my mouth to her throat, trailing kisses down her neck, across her collarbone, and down to her breasts. I suck a nipple between my lips, and feel her breath catch sharply. Her fingers slide into my hair and tighten.
I focus on one nipple, then the other, as I trail a hand down her body and into her bikini bottoms. I dip a finger inside her pussy, then two, working her until she moans my name.
So fucking wet… so fucking perfect.
“I want you, Ace,” she murmurs.
“Soon,” I promise, stripping the bikini off of her. Her knees instinctively fall open, and I’ve never seen anything so magnificent in my life. Her big, beautiful tits heave with each breath, and her sweet pussy is wet and ready for me.
“Please, Ace…”
I finish undressing myself, and Chrissy’s eyes go wide when she sees my thick, hard cock. I grip it roughly in one hand, pumping it while she watches. “Are you sure you’re ready for me?”
“Yes,” she breathes. And to my utter delight, she begins touching herself.
“Keep doing that,” I mutter, not taking my eyes off her as I reach for the drawer of the nightstand.
She watches me, chest rising and falling fast, as I roll on the condom.
And when I finally settle between her thighs and sink into her wet folds, she lets out a long breath and wraps her legs around me like she was waiting for exactly this.
"Chrissy," I whisper, closing my eyes, feeling the heat of her on my cock.
"I know," she says back.
And then we stop talking as we move together. She's warm and real and completely present with me, and I keep it slow at first, learning what makes her grip tighten on my shoulders and what makes her tilt her head back and what makes her say my name in that rough and needy voice.
When she asks for more I give it to her, and when she pulls me deeper I go. It takes every ounce of willpower I have not to pound into her like a wild animal, taking my pleasure and coming hard and fast.
But this is a race I refuse to win. She’ll cross the finish line first.
And when finally she comes apart, her inner walls gripping my cock like a vice, I let go, coming harder than I ever have in my life.
Afterward, we lie tangled together in the dark, her breathing slowing, my heartbeat finding its way back to normal. She has one hand resting flat over my ribs. Neither of us says anything for a while.
Then Chrissy shifts slightly and looks up at me. "So."
"So.”
"That was—"
"Yeah."
She huffs a soft, sweet laugh, and I press a kiss to the top of her head because I can't help it.
"You're going to be insufferable about this tomorrow," she says.
"Almost certainly."