Chapter Four
Scout
Kissing can be good, or it can be awful.
Kissing Spencer is the best thing I have ever done. I have not kissed a lot of folks, but he is better than all of them. I wonder if he might have created kissing because I have never been kissed this way. I never want it to stop. It might be the most intimate thing I have ever done with anyone.
“Scout,” his voice is rough as he licks at my mouth with his wicked tongue, driving bolts of pleasure right to my hot button. I am so turned on, I could leap this bar and mount him like a bitch in heat. “Do we need to stop?”
“No,” I murmur before I drag my mouth against his greedily. “Why would we ever stop this?”
“Well... uh... we’re being watched, honey.”
Someone clears their throat beside us as I tear my mouth from his. Frowning at the guy waiting there for a drink, I consider telling him to get lost. Can he not see we were in the throes of something here? Catching my breath, I step back, glaring impatiently at the intruder.
“I uh.... can I just get some beers?”
Taking a deep breath to calm down, I grab six beers. I do not know what kind this guy wanted or how many. He is getting six Michelob’s. Sliding them across the bar at him, I give him an acidic smile before sending him on his way. I will be ashamed of my behavior later, but for now, I do not care.
“Well now, that poor guy won’t dare ask for another round,” Sebastian teases, watching as the poor guy sulks back to his booth with his friends.
“Well, good. I was a little... engaged,” I joke with a wink at the hot lumberjack.
I am still reeling from that kiss. I want another. A hundred more. I was hoping he would dare me for that kiss. Now I wonder what more I could encourage him to dare me. There is little I would refuse if that kiss is any sign of how good he is at what he does.
“My turn,” he calls after I fill a refill for one of the few regulars still hanging about. Smiling the most charming smile I have ever seen, he cocks his head as his eyes trail over me.
Lord above, he is an attractive man. There is something so... solid about him. He has dark hair with coffee brown eyes that dance with mischief. His flannel shirt barely contains his wide, muscled chest and thick arms. He has rolled the sleeves up his forearm, giving me some major arm porn. His arms are covered in dark, intricate tattoos and the definition of his arms is so hot. I just imagine how he could pick me up or pin me down with arms that strong.
“I choose... truth,” he flushes a little and I would tease him for playing it safe, but he is so damn cute, I think better of it.
“Truth... did you come to The Rusty Nail for a drink, lumberjack? Or did you come here to see me?”
I am playing it fast and loose until I ask that question. I am holding my breath, wondering if he is feeling what I’ve been feeling. He has been back here a few times since that first day, and he always makes a point of talking to me. Tonight is different. Everything he says and does feels so different.
“Well, I figured that was obvious. How many drinks have I had, Scout?”
Frowning at his question, I glance at his mug of beer. Heat sluices through me as I understand his question. Every time he has come in since we first met, he never even orders a drink. I just give him a beer—one he slowly sips as he sits here. Grinning at him as my face flushes in shyness, I shake my head.
“Yeah, yeah, I guess that’s obvious. You come in for my charm or for my good looks?” I am quick to tease him, because making jokes is my defense mechanism, but I am hanging on to his every answer.
“Truth? Both, of course, honey,” he drawls, his eyes never leaving mine.
That heat inside of me becomes a five-alarm fire. Somehow, the way he says honey to me, it’s as if he created that word just for me. A rush of jealousy that he might ever call anyone else takes me by surprise. I am not that sort of girl. At least, I was never that sort of girl before. Not until this big lumberjack sauntered in here and began calling me his honey.
Suddenly, all I can think about is being alone with him. Climbing his big body, settled in his lap like a little teddy bear as he holds me. As he calls me his honey and kisses me until my panties combust. I rub my thighs together at the very idea of being in his arms as his tongue licks at mine, his hands on my skin, his sweet pine scent filling my lungs.
“Your turn, honey,” Sebastian reminds me with a crooked grin.
“Dare. Playing dangerously, sugar,” I tell him, holding my breath as I plant my hands on the bar top.
“Hmm... would you dare to take me home with you tonight?”
We’re both stunned by the dare, neither of us moving or speaking for a moment. Before he can backtrack or change his mind, I nod my head. I step up on the ledge behind the bar so I can get close to him. I lean over the bar top so I can get even closer. I brush my mouth over his as I take that dare.
“Yes,” I breathe against his mouth, my words trembling. “Come home with me tonight, Sebastian. I dare you.”
Sebastian moves, his big hand coming to cup the back of my head. His fingers tangle in my hair, fisting the dark mess until it stings. I love it. I love how he shows hunger in his eyes as he stares at me. He gives just one nod, no words, no teasing, and I almost climb over the bar and kick the other folks out.
“Yeah, honey, I want to come home with you.”
I am trembling after he husks those words against my mouth. He kisses me again, just a tease, a little taste of him, before he pulls back. His eyes are so dark they’re almost black and his forearms ripple as if he can barely keep himself from grabbing me again. Need sears through me, making my sex ache as I watch the slow draw of his tongue over his sexy mouth.
Before I can bound over the bar and climb him like the hot tree he is, I am called down the bar to make some drinks. I tend to the same young man who interrupted us earlier, laughing when he offers a dozen apologies for bothering me once more. Pouring some whiskey for a sad regular, I listen to him go on about the love of his life who he let get away.
While I am dealing with patrons, Sebastian sits patiently. Anytime I chance a look his way, his eyes are on me. He sips his beer, watching me as if I am the most entertaining thing. Something about the way he watches me makes me feel good, it makes me feel special in a way I haven’t felt before.
“That young fella has his eyes on you,” Sebastian tells me in little more than a growl of words.
Grinning at him, I shake my head. Jealousy looks good on the growly lumberjack. “Too bad for him, I have eyes on you,” I quip, winking at him.
Sebastian flushes and it might be the cutest thing I have ever seen. This big, brooding, grumpy lumberjack blushing is my new favorite thing. I lean over the bar, reaching my fingers up to trace the pink flush on his cheeks. He startles me, catching my wrist fast. My pulse quickens when he turns his head, peppering tiny kisses up my wrist as his gaze holds mine.
Swoon. I think I just swooned, and I think I fucking like it.
“That’s what I want to hear, honey,” he answers with the sexiest grin I have ever seen, his dark eyes trailing over me possessively.
Oh, I am so swooning. What does this hot, life-altering kissing, tattooed, grumpy as fuck lumberjack see in me? I don’t know, but I hope he keeps seeing because I am besotted. I am totally taken by him.
As soon as I close the bar down, I join him on the other side of the bar. I am anxious even though I talked big earlier. I am a big flirt, I love to laugh or tease guys, but I’ve never done much about it. I leave it at the bar, or the diner, or the club, or wherever I am hanging my hat to make a few bucks.
Being in Driftwood Peaks is the first time since I left home that I’ve been anywhere for more than a few weeks. In all the other bars, all the other towns, all the other places I stayed, I never bothered with men even if I flirted up a storm. None of them seemed worth my time or effort.
Sebastian...he is worth all my time, all my effort, I have no doubt.
“Was that all talk before...or not?” Sebastian asks as he reaches out for me, pulling me to stand between his outstretched legs. Pressing against his firm chest, I shake my head because words fail me for a moment.
“I would never bail on a dare, sugar. You coming home with me, big guy? Before you ask, no, I do not make a habit of taking men home.”
“No, you better not,” his voice growls as he lowers his head, his lips brushing over my jaw. “I am not good at sharing, honey.”
Those words breathed against my ear send a shiver through me. I don’t much like the idea of sharing him either. “Good, because neither am I.”
Sebastian lets out a rumble of a growl before his mouth slams into mine. Lifting me against him, he turns, setting me atop the bar. Pushing my thighs open, he moves between them, his tongue stroking my mouth hungrily. I whimper as my hands tangle in his dark hair, my legs locking around him.
“Take me home, honey,” he rasps against my jaw as he peppers kisses up my jaw before his mouth is against my ear. “I’ve got plenty of things I want to do to you, if you dare to let me.”
Now I am certainly swooning as he picks me up, walking me out of the bar. We stop outside long enough for me to lock up, then he stalks to his truck. Setting me down inside, he goes back to kissing me, his hands sliding beneath my lace top, both of us moaning as his rough hand cups my bare breasts.
“Hell, you’re so soft. If I don’t get you home, I’m going to take you right here,” he growls as he kisses a hot, wet path down my neck.
“Jesus, lumberjack,” I whimper as I arch beneath his gigantic body. “I don’t think I’d care where you take me, as long as you do it.”
“No, honey, I’m taking you in a bed. I have been dreaming about it since I first laid eyes on you. I want you spread out, bare and ready to take me all fucking night,” he growls as he bends his head, sucking at my stiff nipple through the lace top.
I moan and rub against him like a cat in heat, because right now, I am just an animal in need. I need him. Need him on top of me, inside of me, whispering in my ear with that throaty growl of his. Despite his promise to get me home, he pushes my shirt up and I cry out as his mouth closes over my wet nipple, his other hand palming my other breast.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” I pant as I cradle his head to me. “Your mouth is magic,” I cry as he bites at my nipple, sending sparks of white-hot pleasure right to my clit. His tongue flicks and his lips suck and I swear I could come from this alone.
Sebastian stops when lights from the road hit us. I grumble as he pulls back, fixing my shirt. His dark little chuckle makes my clit tingle as he smirks, his mouth wet, my skin rough from his beard. Sliding me inside the truck, he buckles me in then he’s sitting beside me, pulling from the small empty lot of the bar.
Sliding across the bench seat, I wrap myself around him. I drink in his fresh air and pine scent as I kiss his throat, his shoulder, my hand working to undo the buttons on his shirt. He growls that throaty, sexy, needy sound when I reach his belt, my hands hastily undoing it.
Swerving on the road, he tilts his head until his mouth finds mine. It might be reckless, but I don’t think we care. My hand shoves inside his jeans as the truck skids to a stop. I blink up at him in confusion as my hand stills.
“We’re home, honey,” he husks, his eyes glittering in the darkness. “If you touch me right now, I can’t promise I’m getting you to my bed.”
Turning my head, I see we’ve somehow reached his cabin. Of course, he has a cabin. It’s tucked back against the mountain, the chimney puffing in the darkness. Moving fast, I climb over him with a smirk. Sebastian smiles too, grabbing hold of me as I cling to him.
“Take me home, lumberjack.”