Chapter 10
Ten
Sam
The last thing I hear before the ice gives out is Dalton screaming my name. Then I feel nothing but the most horrible cold. It seems to seep into my very bones, freezing me from the inside out.
The current pushes me, and I fight to hang onto the broken piece of ice I fell through. If the current takes me away, I’ll never get out of here.
Panic seizes my chest, but it lasts less than five seconds before an arm plunges into the water with me, and someone starts pulling me back out.
I break the surface with a gasp and find Dalton kneeling precariously on the ice, dragging me back to safety. My arms shake from the cold, and I’m terrified the ice is going to give way with both of us on it.
“It’s okay,” Dalton whispers in my ear. “I’ve got you.”
I cling to him, my legs trembling as he pulls me to my feet. Every inch of my skin stings with pain from the cold, and my head pounds from the pressure.
Dalton carefully guides me to the embankment, where Grady and Levi are. Levi has one foot on the ice, like he was about to charge out after us. Sophia stands on the other side of the street, holding both of her kids close.
“You okay?” Levi asks as soon as we’re safely on solid ground.
I nod as Dalton says, “I need to get him warm. Help me get him into the house.”
I’m only vaguely aware of Levi taking my other arm. Arnie watches us from the porch the whole time, and I can’t help leaning into Dalton as we pass him. I’m scared that maybe he recognizes me from the club. It would be possible since I do my best to block everyone out, and I don’t remember faces.
“Watch your step,” Levi warns softly as move into the house. They guide me up the stairs and into the bathroom attached to the guest bedroom.
“I’ve got him from here,” Dalton says, reaching into the shower to turn the water on.
The door clicks shut, and then it’s just the two of us in here. My teeth are chattering, and it feels like my insides are shaking. Like I’ll never be warm again.
Dalton strips my coat off—his coat. The one I’ve been borrowing since we got here because I don’t have my own. He strips his off and leaves it on the floor, along with his shoes.
He takes my boots and socks off, then guides me under the water with the rest of my clothes on. I cry out when the warmth hits my skin. It’s like a thousand tiny knives digging into me.
“I know,” Dalton murmurs, easing me further under the spray. “Just give it a minute, Sam. You’ll feel warm again.”
My body shakes as he tugs my sweater off and drops it to the floor of the shower, then the T-shirt I had on underneath. His fingers feel too warm at first, but by the time he moves to the button on my jeans, I feel a little better.
He slides my jeans and boxers down my legs, then helps me step out of them.
“You’re okay,” he breathes, wrapping his arms around me, holding me tight against him under the warm water. “You’re going to be okay.”
I press my face against his chest. His sweater is slowly growing heavier with the weight of water, but he makes no move to take it off. Not until the shivers wracking my body have stopped.
He pulls away to look at my face, his eyes searching mine. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah, thank you for pulling me out so quickly.”
“You saved Kelly.” His voice is quiet, full of gratitude. But just like with putting my life on hold for Nathan, it was the right thing to do. I couldn’t have lived with myself if I hadn’t gotten her safe first.
“Sam.” Dalton leans forward and brushes his lips with mine. This is different from when we kissed in the coffee shop. Back then, I was aware of the people around us and painfully aware that I hadn’t kissed a guy in five years.
Now, I can focus on how good it feels to have his mouth on mine, listen to the moan he makes when his tongue slides against mine. One of his hands slides up my neck, his thumb resting against my pulse point. He sucks on my lower lip, and the hunger I can feel he has for me is intoxicating.
He pulls away to strip his sweater and shirt off, dropping them to join mine on the floor. “I was so worried about you,” he says before reaching out to pull me close again. I love the way his chest presses into mine, how I can feel his heartbeat so clearly.
He grabs my ass, bringing our bodies so close together that my cock presses against his slacks. He grinds against me, and I gasp at the sensation. There’s something about the fabric between us that makes it feel hotter. Forbidden in some sense.
His hands move across my ass, grasping my cheeks to spread them open. Then I feel his finger pressing against my entrance.
I whine when he teases me with just the tip, and I can’t help rubbing against him, seeking friction. My cock is hard and leaking, recovered fully from the horrible ice bath I took moments ago.
“Not yet,” Dalton pants. “Not until you’re in my bed.”
I shake my head because I don’t think there’s any way I’m going to last that long, not when his finger is sliding deeper into me, the tip brushing against my prostate.
I grip his hips and rub against him with fervor, desperation spurring me on. Everything else seems to fade away, and I focus on nothing but my cock grinding against his body and the finger he has pressed inside me.
When I come, I can’t do anything but press my face into his neck and shiver from the aftershocks. My spend coats his stomach and the front of his pants. My hole convulses around his finger over and over, and he doesn’t pull it out until my body’s gone limp.
“Good boy,” Dalton murmurs. “Now I’ll have plenty of time to get you ready for me.”
I don’t know how much time I can give him. I’m pretty sure I’ll be hard again in less than a minute. I’ll be desperate to have him inside me.
Dalton leaves our clothes piled in the shower stall and grabs two towels.
I dry off and wrap it around my waist before following him into the bedroom.
My legs still feel a little shaky from my orgasm, so I sit on the edge of the bed while Dalton unzips his suitcase.
He pulls out a bottle of lube and a condom, and my heartbeat stutters.
I’m actually doing this. I’m giving my first time to this guy. Anticipation burns in my veins as Dalton abandons his suitcase and meets me at the bed.
“Whatever we do in here is your decision,” Dalton says.
I nod, touched that he’s slowing down to remind me of that.
“Lie back,” he orders softly, and I’m helpless to do anything but obey him.
He loosens the knot at my waist so the towel falls open, and I resist the urge to cover myself like I did last time.
“Beautiful,” Dalton murmurs, opening the bottle of lube. He pours a generous about onto his fingers, then slides his index deep inside me.
I gasp, my back arching off the bed. My body is still buzzing from what we did in the shower, and his finger inside me feels electrifying. Especially when he pulls it out to add a second one with it.
It burns, but it’s not uncomfortable. It actually feels really fucking good. Especially when he puts his free hand on my lower stomach and guides my body to grind down on his fingers. But I want more. I want to feel his cock in me.
“More,” I breathe.
Dalton adds a third finger, and the burn worsens. It’s only for a few seconds, though. And once it fades, there’s nothing but that delicious fullness I could get addicted to.
When he pulls his fingers from me, I whimper at the loss.
“I know, baby.” The term of endearment spreads warmth through my chest. No one’s ever called me that before. It makes me feel like I belong to him.
Dalton loosens the towel around his waist and lets it fall to the floor as he rolls the condom on. Then he puts a hand on my inner thigh, and I feel his cock at my entrance.
My body’s first instinct is to clench, even though I don’t want to.
“It’s okay,” Dalton says, his thumb rubbing gently against my thigh. “Just try to relax.”
I do what he says, and when his cock teases against my entrance again, I let him in. It burns and stings, so big that it doesn’t feel like I was stretched at all. “Oh, fuck.”
“Take a breath,” Dalton orders softly. “It’ll help.”
I obey, feeling my muscles constricting around him. He doesn’t push in any further, holding back to allow me a few minutes to get used to him. Only when my body relaxes does he slide in further.
“You have no idea how tight you are, do you?” He grunts as he pushes in a little deeper. “And you don’t know how sexy you look. Laid out here with your legs spread wide for me.”
His praise sends warmth shooting through my face. I never thought I’d like a guy talking to me during this, but I do with Dalton.
He pushes in even deeper, and I cry out, doing my best to take every inch of him. He’s so big, and I’m stretched so wide around his cock. I don’t know how the hell he’s going to fit.
But he does. I keep taking him until he’s bottomed out, until his balls are slapping against me on each thrust.
His fingers dig into my thigh as he quickens his pace. He thrusts deep into me, then drags his cock out before shoving it right back in with a force that has me bouncing on the mattress.
Dalton’s free hand wraps around my cock suddenly, his grip tight. “No matter how tightly I squeeze, it won’t feel close to how your ass is clenching around me.”
He sets up a brutal pace that matches how hard he’s thrusting into me. I can’t even form words or thoughts. I make incoherent noises, whimpers, that seem to make him go even faster.
I don’t expect to come so soon again after the way I did in the shower, but I can feel it building. My cock is hard and aching, and the way Dalton’s expert hand is pumping it has my balls drawing up.
He snaps his hips again and again, his hand tight around my cock.
“Come on, Sam,” he growls. “Let me see that pretty cum again.”
I don’t know if it’s his words or the thrusts that make me, but I come hard, my back bowing off the mattress. I try to dig my heels into the mattress for something to hold onto, but Dalton bends his body closer to mine, forcing my legs up in the air.
He keeps pumping my cock as cum splashes our stomachs, and he doesn’t stop until I’m whimpering. Only then does he grip my hips and plow into me two more times.
When he comes, it’s with a shout, spilling deep inside me as he buries his face in my neck.
I sigh contentedly and lift a hand to place it on the back of his neck.
His body stiffens, and he pulls back slightly to look at me. For a second, I doubt if I should’ve touched him like that, but his expression is soft, and he looks so happy. He gives me a little smile and kisses me gently.
And it feels like a piece of my life I didn’t even realize was missing slots into place.