Chapter 4 #2
The sound of ATVs outside announced the arrival of more people. Within minutes, three men had entered the lodge—all built like Sam, all carrying supplies, all radiating the same competent intensity.
"Kevin Pike," the first one said, extending a hand to me after Sam had introduced us. He was the oldest, maybe mid-thirties, with dark hair and the bearing of someone used to being in charge. "Sam's told us about you."
"He has?" I glanced at Sam in surprise.
"Texted us last night," the second man said—Neil, who was absolutely massive. Probably six-five with shoulders that looked like they could carry the world. But his eyes were gentle as he smiled at me. "Said he'd met the woman of his dreams."
Heat flooded my face. "He said that?"
"Exact words," the third confirmed—Shane, younger than the others, with dark hair and the controlled expression of someone who'd seen too much. "And he said there was a bunch of uppity lawyers who were going to give him a hard time about staying put.”
“Are you psychic?” I asked Sam.
He grinned. “Nope. Just know lawyers.”
While Sam's foster brothers helped structure the indoor day of training, Sam pulled me away from the main room.
"Where are we going?" I asked as he led me down a hallway toward what looked like a storage area.
"Somewhere we can have some privacy," he said. "Need to inventory supplies anyway."
The supply room was small, but lined with shelves of camping gear, emergency supplies, and survival equipment. The moment Sam closed the door behind us, the space felt impossibly intimate.
"What do we need privacy for?" I asked, trying to ignore how aware I was of his proximity in the confined space.
"Depends." He moved closer, backing me toward the shelves with deliberate steps.
My back hit the wall. "Sam—"
"What do you want to do right now?"
"I don't know."
"I do."
"What do I want?" I whispered.
"Me. My hands on you. My mouth on you. My body covering yours until you forget everything except how good it feels to let go."
He was right. God, he was right. "We shouldn't," I said weakly, even as my hands came up to hold him. "Your brothers are right outside. My coworkers—"
"Don't care about them." His mouth brushed mine, not quite a kiss. "Care about you. About what you need. And right now, you need to stop thinking and start feeling."
Then he was kissing me, and thought became impossible. His mouth demanded response, and my body gave it without hesitation. His tongue swept past my lips, tasting me, claiming me, showing me exactly what he'd meant about making me forget everything else.
His hands slid under my shirt, palms rough against my skin, and I gasped into his mouth. He swallowed the sound, kissing me deeper as his thumbs traced the underside of my breasts through my sports bra.
"Sam," I gasped.
"Say it again." His mouth moved to my neck, teeth grazing my pulse point. "I love hearing you say my name like that. Like you need me."
"I do need you. I don't understand it, but I do."
"Good." His hands slid around to my back, pulling me against him so I could feel every hard inch of him. "Because I need you too. Need to touch you. Taste you. Bury myself so deep inside you that you forget where you end and I begin."
Lust flooded through me at his words.
"Not here," he growled, even as his hips pressed against mine, letting me feel how hard he was.
"Not with them able to hear. When I take you—and I will take you, Jess—I want you screaming my name.
Want to hear every sound you make when you come on my cock.
Want to take my time making you fall apart over and over until you're begging me to stop. "
I whimpered at the images his words created. My whole body was on fire, desperate for more of his touch, more of his words, more of everything he was promising.
His hand slid down to cup me through my pants, and I nearly came apart right there. "Feel how wet you are for me? How much you want this?"
"Yes," I gasped.
"Gonna fill you up so good, counselor. Gonna make you mine in every way possible.
Gonna fuck you until you can't remember your own name, let alone your billable hours requirements.
" His hand pressed harder, and I rocked against it desperately.
"Gonna put my baby in you. Fill you with my cum until you're swollen with my child.
Keep you barefoot and pregnant on my mountain where you belong. "
The breeding talk should have scared me. Should have been a massive red flag. Instead, it made me wetter. I pressed harder against his hand.
"Not here," he said, pulling his hand away even as I made a sound of protest. "Not fast and desperate in a supply closet where I can't do it right."
"Sam, please—"
"Tomorrow." His forehead rested against mine.
"The storm's supposed to clear enough by morning.
We'll evacuate everyone back to base camp.
And then, counselor, I'm going to take you to my cabin and show you exactly what it means to be mine.
Gonna strip you down and worship every inch of your body.
Gonna make you come so many times you lose count.
Gonna fill you up and watch my cum drip out of you, then do it all over again. "
I was shaking, desperate, so turned on I could barely stand. "That's cruel."
"I know." He kissed me again, softer this time. "But you're worth the wait. Worth doing it right. And when I finally sink inside you, I want you clear-headed and eager. Want you choosing me because you want me, not because we got carried away in a supply closet."
He was right, but that didn't make it easier to accept.
"Come on," he said, taking my hand. "Let's get back before someone comes looking and finds you looking thoroughly debauched."
"I think that ship has sailed," I said, trying to smooth my hair.
His grin was unrepentant. "Good. I want everyone to know you're mine. I want them to see it every time they look at you."
As we emerged from the supply room, I caught Kevin's knowing smirk and Shane's raised eyebrow. I blushed, but Sam's arm around my waist held me steady. He didn't care who knew. He wanted me, and he was claiming me, and that was that.
And God help me, I loved it.