Paige
eleven
Ihadn’t been gone for long, but coming back to Hayes’s house felt like I was entering a museum to what our first magical week together had been.
I didn’t think it would feel like home as much as it did, and that thought got me caught up in my feelings again, wondering if we could get back what we had—before he destroyed the one dream I’d had my whole life.
Hayes had me driven back to the house from the airport when he realized the mine collapse would be taking all of his attention at work, and I wasn’t mad about it.
But walking in by myself, seeing the home that had been my refuge from the storm Mama created, and not having him beside me to experience it, was… weird.
Now, Cerberus’s ears prick up at a noise, and I follow his gaze to see headlights cutting across the front of the house. Hayes. I rise from the couch and pad barefoot after Cerberus to the front door, opening it as Hayes strides up the stairs.
He doesn’t stop until his hands are tangled in my hair, tipping my chin up as he brings me in for a kiss that needs no prelude and has me standing on my tiptoes to meet his intensity.
My fingers curl into his shirt and instantly, flames are licking through me, igniting my core, making me ache.
His tongue works across mine, drawing out pitiful whimpers from my throat.
When he pulls back, nipping my lip with his teeth as he sets me back on my heels, I’m hazy and almost surprised by the heat in his dark, jungle eyes, sparking up what was set to be my darkest night.
“That’s what I’ve been wanting all day, angel. Your mouth on mine making everything better,” he rasps, his lips still close enough to feel the heat of his words against mine.
A fire is roaring in my lady bits and the week apart has me desperate for him.
My back arches, pushing my body against his, my arms twining around his neck as our mouths meet again.
This time my tongue delves in and takes every drop of his minty sweet taste.
He groans against my mouth, and I feel him, hard and thick, pressed against my belly.
Oh, I missed this. This physical connection and willingness to nearly climb into each other’s skin just to be close.
I draw him with me as I step back into the house, wanting to find a horizontal surface.
I want to strip down and really fit together, but he stops me with a hand under my chin and a nip to my lips.
His hands slide down my body, skimming my curves until he joins our hands by interlacing our fingers.
“Going somewhere?” he growls. A predatory smile breaking across his face.
“To bed, if we’re lucky, but I’ll settle for any flat surface,” I respond, my eyes heavy-lidded and my voice coquettish.
I take a few steps back, letting our clasped hands stretch between us and tug.
Hayes’s eyes light up at this, and he follows slowly, letting me lead him to the stairs, where he stops me.
“Do you need me to fuck you, angel?” he asks, sliding up behind me and whispering the naughty words in my ear as his hands come around my front. His body molds to mine as his hands plump my breasts and work lower to the junction of my legs where the source of this fire resides.
Okay, maybe we can get back what we had.
I moan in response to his touch, a throaty plea for more.
He spins me around and hauls me up his body, wrapping my legs around his hips and starts climbing the stairs.
I let out a yelp of surprise, clinging to him like a monkey as his long, powerful strides take us higher.
The bed dips under me when he lays me down in his room, his body still covering mine and his lips making their way down my neck. My hands slide down his back, pulling his crisp white button-down out of his pants and giving me skin to explore.
He lifts off me enough to pull the shirt off, giving my hands more skin to touch. I rake my nails up his back and hook my fingers over his shoulders. Hayes groans into my neck, biting softly against my shoulder as he continues his exploration of the skin that shows around the neck of my sweater.
“You didn’t answer. Do you need to be fucked properly like a good girl?”
My eyes widen in surprise, more at my physical response to his filthy mouth than the words themselves, because I just felt my body squeeze and my panties dampen with my desire. Holy moly, he’s good at this.
“Yes, fuck me,” I whisper, caught up enough in the moment with him to let the curse slip into my answer.
Hayes wastes no time removing my sweater and peeling the leggings from me. He kneels at the edge of the bed between my legs and his big hands push my thighs apart.
“You’re wet for me, baby,” he says, running his nose across my panties and making me shiver. “I want this tight pussy dripping down my face before I fuck you.”
I gasp when he draws a large finger across my opening, hooking my panties and moving them to the side so his tongue can sweep through my folds.
He nibbles at my skin, flicking his tongue out and catching my clit, sending sparks dancing at the edge of my awareness.
“That… again,” I rasp, wanting him to continue.
His chuckle rumbles against me, and I feel it zinging up my spine, bowing my back with the brush of his chin at my center.
“You liked… this,” he says, flicking my clit again before he truly gets to work worshiping my body.
All I can do is hang on for the ride because he’s driving. My hips buck against him, and he presses me down with one thick forearm, continuing his sweet torture as I writhe under him.
“More, please,” I beg, missing the fullness of him in this hazy moment of awareness.
He obliges and gently slides a finger inside my body, stretching me as my center instantly clamps down on him.
The feeling of his finger dragging through me is nearly enough, but I whimper, knowing there is still something missing.
He pulls his finger back and slides a second in, and I feel impossibly full, finding exactly what I was looking for.
He caresses me inside, and his mouth continues the delicious ministrations to my clit. He makes short work of taking me over the edge, as my body shudders and I release into waves of bliss that radiate through my whole body with a wordless shout.
“That’s my girl,” he says, voice deep and satisfied from low down my body.
I feel my panties dragged down my legs, and Hayes leaves me for a moment to remove his pants. The next moment, he is above me, lifting my hips and pushing in as my core continues to throb with waves of pleasure.
“So tight,” he groans, slowly fitting himself into my body.
I remember to relax at the tugging stretch, willing my body to take him in all the way so I can be as full of him as possible. I grip his shoulders and pull him against me and raise my hips to meet his thrusts.
“Hayes,” I say, my voice breathy and hesitant. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
“You’re going to be the death of me, angel,” he groans into my neck. He leans back, hauling me up to straddle his thighs as he settles himself back on the bed. “Ride my cock like you mean those filthy words,” he commands.
A wave of power rolls through me at his words, and I start moving in earnest, grinding against him.
His hands settle on my hips, helping me find a rhythm that sends the embers of a release spinning through me again.
As I start to slow and tense, he pounds into me from below, setting off the orgasm so all I can do is ride out the pleasure.
He rolls me over and thrusts into me hard, my entire body jerks with the motions.
I am too languid to push back, content to take each punishing thrust and enjoy the sensations that build in me on the heels of the last orgasm.
I feel the sparks roiling at the base of my spine and arch as another release rolls over me.
I gasp and claw at Hayes’s back as he fucks me senseless.
With a roar, he slams all the way in and I feel the pulse of his release along with my rhythmic waves.
He collapses forward, burying his face in my hair as we breathe through the moment, or minutes, it takes for our heartbeats to slow and our breathing to even.
“That was… whoa,” I gasp out.
Hayes releases a contented sigh. “Hell of a way to welcome a man home.” He gathers me in his arms and rolls us to the side, his hand sliding lazily along my side. “I missed you.”
It’s only been hours since I was in his company, but I missed him, too. I know what it’s like to be separated from him for much longer now, without the assurance that I will see him again at the end of a workday. It was reassuring to have him come back to me in the end.
“How was work?” I ask, nuzzling into the perfect nook his shoulder and neck make for my head.
“Fire and brimstone, bad PR, and a lot of shit-talking from the media,” he says, the words rumbling against my ear that’s pressed to his chest. “Payton and Zander are going to South Africa tomorrow to deal with the fallout on the ground.”
I pull my head away so I can look at him. “Why aren’t you going with them?”
It doesn’t make sense for just two of the three heads of Olympus to put in an appearance. It may seem less than contrite for one of the brothers to be missing if this is a push to show they’re taking the accident seriously.
“I’m needed right here,” he says, tapping my chest, just above my heart. “That, and I want to keep an eye on the rest of the holdings to ensure the negative fallout doesn’t cost us even more.”
My chest gets warm and gooey where he taps. He could have easily said the trip was the most important thing to focus on right now, which I would understand, but he chose me. I see him trying, and it means the world to me.
“Do you think the trip will accomplish what your brothers want it to?” I ask, hesitant to question what they choose to do with their giant conglomerate.