Chapter 7
I n the back of my head, I'm pretty sure this is a bad idea. I had a real connection with Cayden last night, and there's still my complicated history with Jax to consider. This group of guys is a band of brothers, and the last thing I want to do is come between them.
But as Adam leans in closer, I remember the way Cayden held onto me last night as he introduced me to his friends. There was no jealousy. No caveman efforts to keep me to himself.
I sway forward half an inch. And that's all it takes.
My first kiss with Adam is warm and soft. His lips press to mine, damp and gentle, before retreating.
"Is that okay?" he asks, and God, it's all the more okay for the way he's checking in.
I nod.
"Thank God," he breathes out in a rush, and then his mouth covers mine again.
This kiss is hungrier. He slides his lips over mine and parts them.
Searching forward with his tongue, he requests entry, and I grant it to him happily.
He cups my cheek with his hand, holding me where he wants me.
He's been gentle through every step of this, but I kind of love this little hint of command.
He doesn't want to push, but he still wants to be in control, and I'm so, so eager to let him.
With a groan, he deepens the kiss. His teeth scrape over my bottom lip, and that hint of a sting goes right to the hot, needy place between my thighs. I grab onto him, getting my hand on the fabric of his shirt and clinging tight.
The couch creaks as he shifts. He gets up onto his knees.
He doesn't separate from my lips, but the new position gives him leverage.
Bearing forward with his weight, he presses me down into the couch, and before I know it, I'm on my back with him looming over me.
Instinctively, I spread my legs. He settles between them, gripping the back of my thigh.
It opens me further, and another rush of wetness floods me.
Jesus, I want him so bad. My hormonal rush from the night before might have been soothed by my quick, unsatisfying solo session, but the effects were short-lived to say the least. I'm suddenly starving again, and the taste of his mouth is only driving my hunger higher.
"Do you want to—?" I breathe.
"So fucking bad." He groans into my mouth and slides his hand under my shirt.
I'm not wearing a bra, so his searching fingers find my breast immediately. The first touch to my nipple sends jolts of pleasure shooting through me. My pussy clenches again, and I wrap my legs around him, drawing him in. His hips collide with mine, and oh God.
He's wearing jeans, and I'm still in my yoga pants, but I can feel so much.
The long line of his cock rubs against me through our pants.
It's hard and thick, and I want it in me.
It's been so long since I've had sex, and I just want it.
Want the rush and the clench, want that feeling of fullness that only comes from being fucked really deep.
Grinding against me, he kisses his way to my jaw, then my ear. The wet sound of his breath there turns me on like crazy. He bites at the lobe and licks the shell, tweaking my nipple, and then his other hand is at the waistband of my pants.
"Can I?" he asks, panting.
"Yeah, yeah, please—"
He shoves his hand beneath the fabric. He grips the globe of my ass, then skirts around, and I was right.
I throw my head back as he slips those long, perfect fingers through my wetness.
He rubs across the folds and dips inside, then circles my clit, and it feels so good.
Driving two fingers deep inside, he buries his face against my throat.
"You're soaked ," he groans. "So hot, I want—"
"Yeah."
And then we don't need words. I fumble with his belt but get it undone. Tear at the button and the zipper of his fly until finally they give. I shove my hand into his boxers, and fuck yes.
He's big—really big. Nice and long, and I might like a little thicker, but this will easily do. I give him a stroke, sliding the slickness at his tip all down his shaft, and he lets out this growl that has me ready to explode already.
And then he's in motion. He lifts up and tosses me over. I land on my hands and knees, my ass in the air, and this is all happening so fast, but I love it, I need it, I need more.
He kisses down my spine even as he's pushing my pants and underwear off my hips. They end up in a tangle around my knees. I can't get my legs as far apart as I'd like, but it doesn't matter. His fingers are back, pushing in, opening me up.
And then there's wet heat. He licks inside even as he's rubbing my clit hard with his thumb, and that's all it takes.
I scream as my vision shatters. My whole world splinters into brilliant colors with the force of my climax. He takes me through it, pressing just right against my inner wall.
Only when it subsides, I'm still dying for it.
I collapse forward. My face lands on the arm of the couch. I get an elbow under me, bracing myself while I reach back for him with my other hand, beckoning him closer.
He withdraws his fingers. They land, sticky and wet, on my thigh, and then he's climbing me. His mouth collides with mine, and it's awkward as hell, but I don't care. We kiss, tongues tangling, his body held in a tight line over mine. His hard cock presses to the cheek of my ass, and I want it.
"In me," I beg. "Please. Fuck me."
He groans, and slams his forehead into the arm of the couch beside me.
"I don't have…"
"I don't care." And I don't. I've been on birth control forever, and I'm definitely clean. "I'm safe. You're—"
He laughs. "It's been literal years."
And why does that send such a thrill through me? These guys live in the middle of nowhere, all alone. The mountain man hermit lifestyle doesn't exactly lend itself to casual conquests, but I'm still delighted to hear that he's breaking as bad of a dry spell as I am, maybe.
"Then do it. Just—"
But he pauses, wrapping his arms around me. "You're a fucking dream, Haley."
If I am, then, "I don't ever want to wake up."
His chuckle hums through me. He kisses me once more, deep, then hoists himself up, straightening his spine as he kneels behind me.
"God, you look good," he murmurs.
I'm not even naked. All he can see is the wet, swollen mess of my pussy, the pale white of my ass. With my back arched like this, I'm on display, just asking to be taken and used. But he's reverent as he looks me over.
His long fingers trail over my lower back before hooking themselves into the crease of my hip.
With his other hand, he grasps himself. He skates the blunt, wet head of his cock over my flesh.
It stutters over my ass to my thigh. He traces it in a line over the seam of my pussy before teasing over my clit, and it's the sweetest, most delicious torture I can imagine.
I groan, closing my eyes, surrendering and just letting myself feel.
Then he's drawing back. He nestles himself right in against my entrance. I half expect him to stop, to ask permission again.
But then there's just the deep slide, the hard push. He's huge, and I'm not entirely open, my legs squeezed together the way they are. The stretch blinds me.
And it's the best thing I've felt in years.
He's relentless, too, pushing and pushing.
My wetness eases the way, as does the orgasm he already gave me with his fingers and his mouth, but that first thrust feels like it goes on forever.
Until finally he's there, seated deep, hitting the absolute limits of my body as his hips come to rest against my ass.
We groan in unison.
"You feel incredible," he stutters out. "Your pussy's so hot. So tight."
All I can do in response is nod. I'm flying, split open on his dick, and I needed this. Through this whole awful, terrible week, this whole month, this whole year. I've needed someone to take me out of my head. To understand me and give me some connection to the world. Something to live for.
And a fuck like this might just be the thing.
He grabs my hip hard and withdraws. The slide is just as long, but when he slams back in this time, he doesn't go gently. He fills me up, forcing the breath from my body, and it's so good, so deep.
"Yeah, baby." He picks up the pace. "Let me hear it. Let it out."
Have I been talking? Moaning? I don't even know. I tend to be loud during sex, but usually I have the presence of mind to at least try to keep it in. That's not the case now.
At his prodding, a litany of yes and harder and deeper and fuck me tumbles out of my mouth. It's catharsis, and it's freedom, and I give myself over to the slamming of his raw, long cock into my needy body.
He fucks me like that for the longest time. I take it all and ask for more, until I'm a shaking mass of pleasure, my pussy dripping with my juices and his pre-come, and all I need is one more push to get me over the top.
And then it's there. He drapes himself over me, covering me with his body.
His mouth lands near mine, and he tips my head into him.
He kisses me, and it's like this feedback loop, our bodies connected, his cock pistoning in and out of me, hips jackrabbiting with the fevered pitch of his thrusts.
His tongue presses inside, and he releases my hip to sneak his hand around.
"Come, baby. Come on my cock, let me feel—"
One glancing touch to my clit and I'm gone. Climax crashes over me, and finally, finally, finally, I have a hard cock to squeeze down around. The fullness takes my pleasure and multiplies it, lifting me into the atmosphere.
He lets out a groan loud enough to wake the house, slams into me one more time, two, three, and then he shudders. Hot wetness pumps into me as he fills my hungry with his seed.
"That's it, Jesus, Haley, milk me…"
And I do. I pull his orgasm from him until he's collapsing over me. He crushes his face against my cheek, breathing hot against me.
For a minute, there is absolute peace.
I lie there, blanketed by him, filled with him. We inhale and exhale in unison. An aftershock rocks me, and he twitches, shooting another hot spurt inside me.
The noisy, worried part of my brain is silent, the hole in my heart sealed over for at least a moment. The sexual need that's plagued me all night and into the morning is finally satisfied.
I've just never felt so good before.
I hum in pleasure. He chuckles and kisses my cheek.
Just like that, the spell is broken, but the warm haze of carnal satisfaction remains.
He eases out of me and—ugh. I haven't gone bareback in ages, and even then it was just once or twice with a committed partner.
I've definitely never done it with someone I met less than a day ago.
The regret should probably be setting in now, along with the reminder of how messy this is, but I still feel fine. Happy, even, with my decision.
I hum with appreciation when he somehow magics up a couple of napkins. Gently, tenderly, he helps clean me up. He tucks himself away and refastens his pants and belt. All I have to do is pull mine back up, and then we're decent again.
Sort of.
His coppery hair is a mess, and mine is probably worse. I touch my throat where I think he bit me at some point in the midst of fucking me hard, and he winces.
"Sorry, I kind of left a mark."
That should probably bother me, too, but it doesn't. "Good."
Then we're standing there, staring at each other, fully dressed fresh after a random, impulsive fuck.
He cracks first. A smile breaks over his face, and I can't help but return it. I giggle, high and giddy.
"Gotta say, that is not what I expected from my morning," he admits.
"Me, neither."
"I'm really, really glad it happened, though."
"Yeah?"
He looks at me like I'm an idiot. "You're gorgeous, Haley. I've been dying to get my hands on you since the minute you walked in the door."
"Oh."
"Silly girl," he mutters, and then he's pulling me in.
And I don't want to make it sound like my other partners were assholes, or anything.
But I don't know if I've ever been given a bearhug post-sex before.
It feels good. Friendly and warm, and any fears I might have had about awkwardness between us are gone.
I relax into his arms, and I feel so comfortable and at peace, it's hard to believe.
Except then my stomach growls.
He chuckles and releases me. "Come on. A workout like that calls for second breakfast."
"I like the way you think."
He takes my hand and leads me back to the kitchen, and it's idyllic. Perfect.
Until the minute we round the corner.
And find all four of the other guys sitting there. Their eyes all turn to us. And suddenly, I'm left with no doubt.
Yeah. They know what we just did.