Chapter 8
Amelia
My heart pounded in my chest as I floated in the aftermath of the most intense orgasm of my life.
Every muscle in my body had turned to liquid, and the combination of Grayson’s skilled fingers and the mineral-rich water melted away tension I hadn’t even known I was carrying. Steam curled around us, and I felt like I’d slipped into a dream.
I’d never felt so good before. Not once. Not ever.
When I finally managed to focus on Grayson’s face, the feral look in his eyes made my breath catch all over again. His jaw was tight, his nostrils flared, and he looked at me like I was something he wanted to devour.
“Do you want more?” The question came out as a growl, rough and desperate.
Instead of answering with words, I reached beneath the water and wrapped my hand around the thick shaft straining against his underwear.
He was huge, and I could feel him pulsing in my grip, hot and hard and impossibly ready.
When I touched him, a deep groan escaped his throat. He looked like he might come right there from my touch alone, and a surge of feminine power rushed through me.
I did that to him.
Me.
The girl who’d never successfully seduced anyone in her entire life.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “Amelia.”
He reached down and freed himself from his underwear, and then shifted towards me, pressing the thick head of his cock against my entrance.
Grayson nestled there for a moment, letting me feel the heat of him like a promise of what was to come.
He let out a deep groan and held me tight against his chest as he slowly pulsed his hips towards me, his tip splitting my lips.
I needed to feel this man inside me, but he was doing a damn fine job of teasing the hell out of me.
He rumbled out a low laugh, then slipped his hands down to my waist as he pulled his hips back and ever so slowly tilted them forward again. This man was a big tease.
But I could tell he was about to be done with that. His grip on my waist tightened, and I felt the pressure grow as he began to pulse himself at my slit, inching his way along.
Only a few more seconds and I just knew this man would be inside me.
That’s when a shrill ring shattered our moment.
“What the hell?” I asked.
I was so deep in my need for him that I didn’t register that it was his phone ringing, a loud, piercing sound ruining my dream moment.
Grayson’s whole body went rigid, and a growl rumbled up from his chest. “No fucking way.”
He stood up, water streaming down his body as he climbed out of the hot spring, giving me a generous view of the beast I’d almost had.
Water droplets streamed down his naked body, but my attention was focused where his hard shaft jutted out from a burly nest of hair. His cock was a work of art.
My god, this is what a real man looks like.
Grayson Ford was not a forgettable man.
He carefully moved his Glock to the side from the pile he’d made earlier and grabbed his phone from his jeans pocket.
“Yup. Ford here.” His voice was breathless and strained.
I didn’t even know how he could be composed enough to answer a call right now. I was still suffering the devastating loss of his cock.
We’d been so close. I could still feel the fullness of his head where he’d been nestled against my entrance. My pussy was throbbing for what had almost been.
I could only hear his side of the conversation. His jaw tightened, and he closed his eyes, completely focused on whoever the caller was.
“Yup.” A grunt. “Yup.” Another grunt, this one pained. Then a groan that vibrated through his whole body and into mine. “I’m on my way.”
He hung up and let out a ragged breath.
“Fuckity-fuck-fuck!” he shouted at the sky. “Timing, people! Couldn’t I have had twenty more minutes?”
My eyes stayed glued to him as he stood there, naked and gleaming in the afternoon light. His cock was still hard, still hungry, jutting out from his body and throbbing against the cold mountain air.
Grayson was magnificent, all muscle and barely contained frustration.
He turned to me, regret written all over his scarred face. “Sorry, Amelia. There’s a new search and rescue call and all the men are already out helping that family of campers. I’ve got to go.”
“Of course. I understand.”
I didn’t understand. Not at all. I wanted to be greedy and demand that the man finish what he started. But there was a life on the line.
Staggering out of the hot spring on shaky legs, I realized my fairy-tale ending was just out of reach. My pussy pouted with need as we dressed hurriedly, pulling on clothes over wet skin, not bothering with modesty anymore.
As we hiked back through the forest, Grayson explained the situation.
“A hiker missed their check-in time. I’m going to have to grab Brady to help with the search because everyone else is already busy.
” He ducked under a low branch, holding it for me.
“Kid’s green. Doesn’t know what he’s doing yet. But I don’t have a choice.”
“Can I help?” The words tumbled out before I could stop them.
Grayson stopped walking and turned to face me. The look in his eyes made my heart flip. “You can help by giving me a rain check.” His voice dropped low and intimate. “You have to let me finish what we started.”
Heat flooded my cheeks. “I… yes. Okay. Yes.”
“Tonight?” Hope flickered across his rugged features. “Dinner? I’ll pick you up at the Summit House.”
“Tonight,” I agreed, my voice barely above a whisper.
He nodded once, something fierce and satisfied settling into his expression. “I’m going to drop you off, then go get Brady.”
We continued walking, but my mind was elsewhere. I kept replaying what had just happened, the way he’d felt inside me.
Grayson had looked at me like I was precious. He definitely knew what he was doing compared to my previous boyfriends. All I wanted was to ride his cock and finish what we hadn’t started.
But as I thought about the Summit House, worry crept in.
All thoughts of leaving Iron Peak had fled my mind, replaced by a desperate desire to stay. But how could I afford it? The bed-and-breakfast wasn’t cheap, and my savings wouldn’t last forever. I’d only planned to be here for one night. And now it was already two nights.
Even more pressing than that, should I even want to stay?
Was Grayson so into me because he knew I was just passing through with no chance of getting attached, no messy complications? Or would he welcome me if I decided to stick around?
I glanced at his profile as we walked side by side through the forest trail that only he could see. I studied the strong line of his jaw and the scar that made him look dangerous and beautiful all at once.
His face was one that I’d happily look at forever. He was a man worth settling down with.
But those were dangerous thoughts. It was ridiculous that I was already falling for him. I could feel it happening, as inevitable as gravity, and my heart clenched with fear.
I was going to get hurt before this ended.
Then I thought about my consolation prize. At least I was going to get fucked by his wild mountain cock. Hopefully, it would happen every day until I had to leave.
How many days was that? I started calculating my bank account balance in my head. What had felt like a lot of money started to dwindle quickly as I calculated the cost of even a week at the Summit House. For me to stay after tonight I’d have to find somewhere cheaper to rent.