Chapter 15 Darby
DARBY
Icould get used to this.
A big, powerful, muscled man letting me do whatever I wanted. He let me set the pace without trying to hurry me along to his own climax. The slow, inexorable glide of his cock makes me shiver, even though heat blooms through me. So big and thick, could I even take him to the hilt?
Doggy style would absolutely decimate me.
Such a delightful dilemma to have.
He tugs the shirt I borrowed over my head and tosses it over his shoulder. Shyness creeps through me, a slinking insecurity in my body. I haven’t been with a man in so long. I certainly haven’t felt sexy in ages.
But the way he looks at me…
Eyes heavy lidded with dark intensity, he stares at my breasts like a starving man. It must have been a long time for him too. He leans forward enough to wrap his lips around my nipple. His hot tongue strokes and swirls, making me twitch and moan. My head falls back, my entire body shuddering.
Climax. Already. Despite the pleasure he gave me an hour or so ago.
When’s the last time I came more than once in twenty-four hours? I can’t even remember.
“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs against my breasts. He drags his face back and forth, sucking and nibbling, rubbing his beard against me. Rough and soft at the same time, a wholly masculine sensation I’ve never experienced before. Michael was clean shaven. Always.
Not hairy and beefy and rough and so big…
My pussy clenches so hard we both groan. He squeezes my ass in both hands, pulling me down harder against him, only to slowly lift me in a controlled withdrawal. I writhe in his hands at the sensation. Again, lifting and pulling my entire weight, saving my thighs from doing all the heavy lifting.
A ragged half laugh, half moan escapes my lips before I can stifle it. He’s bench pressing me.
He licks a path up the side of my throat to my ear. “What’s so damned funny?”
Is he mad? Men are probably touchy about women laughing, especially during sex. I stiffen, only for a second, but he immediately pulls back to see my face.
“Talk to me, babe.”
“I was thinking.” He lets out an encouraging rumble though his eyes narrow. “You’re bench pressing me.”
He huffs out a low chuckle as he repeats the slow lift. “More of a curl, really. Though if you want me flat on my back, I can press you all night long.”
His arms don’t tremble with strain, even though he extends me high enough above his lap I can feel the broad head of his cock barely inside me.
He twists me above him, circling my hips, stirring me up.
Only to haul me back down in one long, steady thrust that steals every molecule of air from my lungs.
Again. Effortlessly controlling all my weight in the palms of his hands.
I shove my hands underneath the hem of his T-shirt, pushing the thin cotton up so I can feel the bunch and glide of his muscles against my palms. Hot skin, rock-hard muscle. Everywhere. I burrow against him, rubbing my breasts against his chest, enjoying the sensation of his rougher hair.
Seated deep inside me, he pauses long enough to strip his shirt over his head.
Giving me more access to his body. I curl against him, my face gliding on his throat and chest as he lifts—curls—me.
Gloriously slow. Steady and controlled. No hurried fumbling or desperation, despite the heat spreading between us. Sweat glistens on my skin. On his.
“I’m going to come when you come again,” he whispers against my ear. “See how long you can make me wait. Let me take care of you as long as possible.”
I whimper softly, luxuriating in the feel of him. His words. When has anyone taken such exquisite care of me? Never, that’s when.
I lose myself in the rocking glide, simply giving myself over to him.
The pleasure. Without holding anything back.
I don’t need to worry or think or care about anything but this.
Him. Climaxing again is an out-of-body experience.
I hear the sounds I make. I feel the shudders of pleasure rolling through me.
But my head’s high in the night sky, soaring among the stars.
I hear the rough, yet soft grunts he makes as he spurts into me, his big body jerking with release.
Yet his hands never falter. He cradles me on his chest, in his arms, carrying me away to a place I don’t recognize yet somehow also know.
A place of unending safety. Trust. Joy.
Dare I say, love?
Too soon, the last working cells of my brain insist. But his words keep playing in my head as I drift in a blissful haze.
When it’s right, you know.
HENRIK
I tuck my sleeping goddess back into my bed and then quietly return downstairs to check on her dog and shut everything down for the night. Skadi’s curled up on the couch, her fluffy ears flickering as I move around. I pause at the front door and look at her. “Do you need to go outside again?”
She ignores me, so I lock it for the night.
I put another few sticks of wood on the fire. Our phones are on the table. I plug Darby’s in to charge. It’s almost dead, and the last thing I want is any of her friends or family to start worrying about her if she can’t reply in the morning.
It’s nearly midnight, but I text Leland anyway. He’s a night owl.
Could you go to the city tomorrow instead of Saturday?
Maybe
I read a wealth of information in that single word.
He picks up supplies in Denver the first and third Saturdays of the month like clockwork but changing the schedule is no big deal.
However, he doesn’t want to miss a thing.
Especially with Darby here. He’s ready to ditch every plan in the book for the chance to get to know her better.
Or at least watch me fall head over heels.
I need a few things for Darby.
Sure, send me the list.
I’ve been making a mental list of everything she might need for cold weather, so it only takes me a minute to dump it all to him. He doesn’t blink at the length of items.
I’ll make a run at dawn.
Thanks I appreciate it.
The text dots flash for a few moments while he responds.
He doesn’t ask me if I’m serious about her.
First of all, he knows me all too well. I don’t do anything half-assed.
Second, the mile-long list including waterproof gloves and high-quality down tells him I’m doing everything in my power to both protect her from everything, including the cold, while also keeping her right here in our little valley.
Does she know about the Ice?
Ice, capitalized, doesn’t mean the rink where we played hockey. A twinge of guilt makes my lip curl in a silent snarl. The only potentially important subject I haven’t broached with her yet. It’s not exactly a lie—just an omission. I don’t know if it’s going to be a problem for her or not.
Not yet
Got it. Mums the word until you’re ready.
Thanks. Head over tomorrow as soon as you’re back.
Wild horses couldn’t keep me away.
I take my phone upstairs to plug in by the bed. For a moment, I stare down at her face, wondering how the hell I got so lucky. Maybe Ren’s right. Maybe there really are snow gods sending a blessing our way. A sort of thank you for the side work we do in secret.
Slipping under the covers, I try not to wake her as I slide close. Mumbling, she tucks that sweet ass up against me and goes right back to sleep.
Heaven right here in my arms.
I’d better introduce her to the Ice tomorrow as soon as Lee gets back. As long as Ren’s willing.
Who am I kidding? The man standing out in the snow, staring up at our every desire made flesh, will be ready to do anything to help me keep her right here. Even reveal our greatest secret that no one else—even Doyle’s daughter—knows.