Chapter 4
Amos
Once they were gone, I laughed huskily, then slipped my fingers free and lowered my hand from Shelly’s mouth.
I looked down at her in the dark, satisfied and hungry all at once, as I sucked her juices right off my fingers.
Leaning down, my voice was a low, rough rumble that rolled through the air like thunder.
“That was just a preview, darlin’.”
She’d come apart for me, and I loved it.
Shelly’s breast was still out, her nipple peaked in the cool spring air as I guided her to the passenger side of my pickup truck.
She looked frazzled and spun, still half-lost in the delirium of what we’d just done. I got the feeling my sweet Shelly didn’t make a habit of hooking up randomly.
No, she was the type of girl you brought home to meet your momma. Not the kind that you finger-fuck in a parking lot.
I kissed her hand before buckling her seatbelt. I felt almost intoxicated by what we’d just done, and my cock was on fire, threatening to explode in my pants if I didn’t take drastic action soon.
“Leave it,” I said, nodding at her shirt when she reached up to fix it.
She blinked at me. “Amos.”
“I mean it. Leave it out.” I kept my voice low and even. “I like seeing you like this. Half undone for me.”
Her cheeks went pink in the dark cab of my truck, but her hand dropped back to her lap, and a small, pleased smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.
She was beautiful like this, flushed and soft and still trembling faintly from what I’d done to her.
I climbed in on my side, started the engine, and pulled out of the gravel lot onto the dark mountain road.
Sliding my hand onto her bare thigh, I growled, “Let’s get you home, and I’ll show you what the rest of the night is going to look like.”
Shelly shook her head. “We can’t go to my place.”
I glanced over at her. Her breast was still exposed, rising and falling with her breath, and I had to drag my eyes back to the road. The sight of it was making me wild, and I adjusted my jeans, trying to find room in them.
“Why not?”
“Mina and I have a rule. No men after ten.”
I checked the clock on the dashboard. It was well past eleven.
“She has to work in the morning,” Shelly added. “She was only planning to play one game of pool. And our walls are paper thin.”
Damn.
I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel.
That left us with slim choices.
My bed wasn’t an option.
I lived in a shared bunkhouse with six other lumberjacks who snored like chainsaws and had no respect for privacy.
It wasn’t possible to kick them all out so I could throw Shelly a proper party.
I could drive her down some dark country road and fuck her against the side of my truck, which honestly didn’t sound terrible.
Or have her right here inside of it.
But this was Shelly Anderson. And potentially a once in a lifetime opportunity. I didn’t want to waste it cramped in a truck.
I wanted room to work with her.
The worst idea rolled through my head. I could take her back to the logging camp and find a quiet patch of woods.
But Shelly deserved better.
Plus, there’d still be the risk of one of the loggers running into us.
They didn’t usually wander the woods at night. But it was a Friday night. Stranger things had happened.
Despite that, I turned the truck in the direction of the logging camp. There was nowhere else to go, so we’d have to make the best of it.
The devil himself couldn’t keep me from fucking Shelly tonight.
As I drove, I dropped my hand on Shelly’s knee and rumbled, “Take your panties off.”
“While you’re driving?”
I laughed and slipped my fingers up her thigh. “I want you ready for me by the time we get there.”
“You’re bad, Amos. I always knew that. But I had no idea how bad you are.”
I kept my eyes on the road as she shifted beside me. I heard the soft rustle of fabric, and a little intake of breath as she wiggled them down her thighs.
“Give them to me,” I said, holding out my hand.
There was a pause, and then she swatted me with them, a tiny laugh on her lips. I grabbed them and tugged them out of her hand.
“Do you keep a collection?” she joked. “Is that what this is? You have a little trophy shelf somewhere in the bunkhouse?”
I glanced over at her, slow and deliberate, and let a grin settle on my face. “No ma’am. Just yours.”
I brought her panties straight to my nose, inhaling deeply, my eyes still on the road ahead.
She smelled incredible. Warm and slick and all woman, and my cock throbbed so hard behind my zipper it was almost painful.
When I glanced at Shelly again, her lips were parted and her eyes had gone dark and heavy-lidded.
Her chest rose fast under that loose floral top, one breast still out and flushed in the faint glow of the dashboard. She looked like she wanted to climb across the console and sit on my face, and the knowledge of that settled into my bones.
I tucked her panties into my pocket and drove faster than I should have.
Time was of the essence.
The logging camp sat quiet at this hour, the big work lights over the equipment yard switched off. It was full of shadows and machinery looming dark in the moonlight.
The smell of cut pine and sawdust hung in the cool air the way it always did, thick and familiar.
I parked at the edge of the lot, away from the bunkhouse, and killed the headlights.
Then I reached over and tucked Shelly’s breast back into her shirt, smoothing the fabric into place.
“You should skip the bra more often,” I told her. “I appreciate this easy access.”
She laughed under her breath.
“We need to be quiet while we’re here,” I told her as I climbed out and came to her side. I lifted her down and took her hand, lacing my fingers through hers as I led her across the yard.
She leaned up to my ear and whispered, “Why are we being so careful?”
“Because I don’t want the other men knowing I snuck you out here,” I murmured back.
We moved past the dark shape of the group kitchen.
“Where do you usually take women?” she whispered. “Don’t you bring them here?”
“Never,” I said honestly. “I go to their place, or we fuck in my truck.”
She made a small sound, and when I glanced down at her, I could see her smiling in the moonlight.
“I guess that makes me special,” she whispered.
Something in my chest pulled tight, and I kept my mouth shut because what I wanted to say was yes, you are, you always have been, but that was a conversation for a different lifetime.
I looked ahead toward the bunkhouse at the far end of the yard. I’d sneak in and grab my blanket, then take her out into the woods.
But as we headed in that direction, I noticed Dylan’s cabin sat dark, every window black, and his truck was gone from the spot where he always parked it.
He was the camp foreman that Winslow Harrison had put in charge.
And as I looked at his dark cabin, I gave him a silent blessing.
Thank you, Dylan!
I’d completely forgotten he was out of town for the weekend.
Shelly asked, “What?” as I slowed to a stop.
I steered her around the corner of the cabin and whispered, “Stay here.”
Without waiting for her to respond, I inspected Dylan’s window, working the screen loose with practiced hands. Then I set it quietly against the cabin wall and pushed the window up. It slid without complaint.
Hoisting myself up and through, I dropped down onto the plank floor inside and made my way to the front door to let Shelly in.
She slipped through the door and looked around at the small, spare space.
Dylan kept a tidy cabin.
In the dim shadows, I could see a double bed shoved against one wall, the blanket tugged tight with military corners. A woodstove sat in the corner, already cleaned out and ready for the next season.
He had his own TV, a luxury for us bunkhouse guys who had to share one. And he had a mini-kitchenette.
Shelly turned in a slow circle, taking it in. “Are you supposed to be in here?”
“Yeah,” I winked at her. “But let’s leave the lights out, hon.”
Then I reached out, catching her hand, and tugged her toward the bed.
“Amos!” she whisper-hissed. “Are we going to get in trouble?” she asked as she landed on the mattress.
I came down over her a second later, and the moment my weight settled against her soft curves, every last shred of patience I’d been holding onto all night disappeared.
“The only trouble you’re going to find tonight is with me, Shelly,” I rumbled hungrily.
Then I kissed her deep and slow, one hand cupping the lush curve of her hip while I worked her shirt up and off. She had the most gorgeous body I’d ever touched, all soft weight and generous curves, her hips wide and round beneath my hands.
I pressed my lips to her throat, then her collarbone, and the swell of her breast, taking my time because I wanted her to feel every single second of this.
“Amos,” she breathed. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
Neither could I.
I worked her skirt up around her waist and left it there because the view was too good to lose.
Her thick, gorgeous thighs spread for me, her pussy glistening and perfect.
She had a full mound of hair, and it made me feel feral inside. I dragged two fingers through her folds, and she arched up off the mattress with a sharp cry.
“Shh,” I said, grinning against her inner thigh. “Quiet, darlin’. We can’t let anyone hear.”
“So we’re not supposed to be in here?”
I stopped the rest of her questions with a kiss on her clit as I started taking her apart slowly, reading every sound she made, every shift of her body.
You had to respect the material. Let your work be guided by it.
And that’s how I treated Shelly tonight.
Damn, she tasted good. I wanted to drink her pussy for the rest of my life.
She came fast with her thighs clamped around my head and her fingers twisted into my hair, her whole body shuddering, as I worked her through every last tremor.
We were getting closer to the main attraction, so I stripped my shirt off and shucked my jeans, then settled back over her as she looked up at me with eyes gone dark and soft, her chest heaving, her curly hair wild against the pillow.
“You are so goddamn beautiful,” I told her, and I meant every word.
She opened her mouth to say something, and I kissed the words right off her lips, the taste of her still on my tongue.
I’d made her come twice tonight. It was my turn now.
I wasn’t a reckless man. Not with something that mattered.
And Shelly mattered more than anything. So I sheathed myself, then notched myself at her entrance, pushing in slowly, giving her time to adjust to every inch of me.
She gasped and her nails dug into my back, while I groaned low at the tight, slick heat of her body wrapped around me.
“Okay?” I rasped.
“More than okay,” she whispered.
I started to move, long and deep, finding a rhythm that had her head tipping back and her hips rising to meet every stroke.
The old bed frame creaked under us, a steady, rhythmic complaint that I barely registered because all my attention was on her.
I hooked one of her legs up over my hip and drove in at a new angle, deeper and more deliberate, and she came apart a third time with a broken cry that I kissed her through while the headboard knocked softly against the pine wall and the mattress springs creaked beneath us.
I didn’t let her recover. I turned her over, pulled her up onto her hands and knees, then took her from behind with long, rolling thrusts that had the bed frame groaning in earnest now.
The whole thing shuddered under us as I gripped her wide hips and worked her open. She was gorgeous from this angle, her ass filling my hands perfectly, and I watched as I pummeled her with my cock, getting more and more turned on with each thrust, until they started to go ragged.
That meant it was time to slow down. The last thing I wanted was an early ending.
So I dragged a hand around to find her clit and worked it in tight circles until she was shaking, while each slam of my hips shifted the bedframe against the wall.
“Come for me again,” I growled. “One more time, Shelly-Rae. Come on my cock.”
She cried out loud enough that I was afraid she was going to wake up the whole logging camp.
Then she shattered, clenching around me so hard she almost made me come on the spot.
I almost followed her over the edge right then, but I wanted to feel her skin to skin.
So I pulled out, breathing hard, my whole body coiled tight and desperate, shoving the thin barrier off and tossing it aside before pulling her closer. We wouldn’t need it for what I had planned next.
“Come here,” I groaned, my voice wrecked. “On your knees for me, Shelly Bear.”
She turned and looked up at me from the edge of the mattress, surprise flickering across her flushed face when she understood what I was asking.
“Amos,” she said softly.
“You don’t have to,” I said, and I meant it.
But she dropped to the floor and opened her mouth, and I’d never seen a more beautiful sight in my life than Shelly-Rae Anderson on her knees, ready to suck my cock.
I groaned and slid home between her lips, one hand cupping the back of her head, my fingers threading gently into her curls. I kept my touch careful even as I thrust, watching her face, reading every signal.
“That’s it, baby,” I breathed, my voice dropping low and reverent. “That’s perfect. Just like that. Take all of me.”
How many times had I jacked off to this exact vision?
Too many to count. Hundreds of times. Maybe even thousands.
She was the woman who haunted my thoughts, robbed me of sleep, made my cock throb out of control whenever she was near.
It wasn’t going to take much of this. Not with Shelly’s lips wrapped around my cock.
One good thrust.
Then another.
Her eyes widened, but she let me do that to her, my thrusts growing stronger, deeper, even as I maintained control.
Oh, baby. Fucking hell.
And then I was making love to her mouth, watching her take me in, her eyes locked on mine the entire time.
My hand knotted in her hair, bringing her mouth forward to meet the thrust of my cock until we found a rhythm that made me feel crazy inside.
“That’s it, Shelly. Take my cock,” I growled, losing control.
I thrust deeper, her gaze holding mine, and that was what broke me completely.
I groaned, loud and unguarded as I came, the sound bouncing off Dylan’s bare pine walls as I let go, my whole body locking up as I released into her in long, devastating pulses.
I kept my hand gently on the back of her head, stroking her hair while I emptied myself, lost in this moment.
“Drink me down, Shelly,” I rasped. “Every last drop.”
And she did.
When it was over I lay back on the mattress staring up at Dylan’s ceiling with my chest heaving, and let out a long, satisfied exhale as my heart hammered along.
“Holy fucking shit, Shelly. You know how to tear a man apart. That,” I announced to the room, “was fucking amazing.”
I turned my head and grinned at her as she got up off her knees and wiped her mouth delicately, then settled on the bed next to me, curling into my arms.