CHAPTER SIX
WALKER
Faith occupied my spare room for a week. I managed to keep my hands off her while it rained, but it was a near thing. Her presence occupied my every waking thought. The night before in the pool, when she flung her body out of the water, I got to see just how perfect she was.
Not skin and bones, but perfectly toned all over, perfectly in proportion. She wasn’t too small or too big. Just…her. Faith. I’d be damned if I didn’t want to call her mine. Make her mine, here, on my mountain, where I wanted her to stay and never let her go.
It was impossible.
I kept my hands and my opinions to myself, waiting across the pool with my gaze averted until she was out of the water and wrapped in a towel before I let my eyes wander back to her bare feet that had become something of an obsession for me.
I hadn’t lied to her when I said that the wall adjoining the warm/cold pool room beneath the mountain also had a walk around wall that led to my shower. The whole thing was like a circle. I could collect a beer from the pantry without leaving my bedroom, technically.
I showered cold the next morning, and headed out to the kitchen hoping the rain had cleared so I could see what damage had been done and what I could fix from here. Not that there would be much I could do; we’d either be walking down to the ranch or the boys would be driving up to collect her at some point. My bet was on the former.
My secondary bet with myself was that Faith and her high heels wouldn’t like that idea much at all.
I paused at her doorway that sat a few inches ajar telling myself I was just checking in on her, making sure she was alright this morning. Which was true—but ever since the first morning I'd seen her dance, that, along with her bare feet, had become my newest obsession.
Today was no exception, and she didn’t disappoint.
Because Faith had decided that today, she had forgone clothes.
Not altogether, just mine. The borrowed component. She still wore the lace underwear she washed fastidiously and managed to dry—partially because there wasn’t much of it. Her luscious as fuck breasts were cupped in scalloped gold lace that matched the semitransparent panties that hugged her ass like a second skin.
Some of the lace disappeared between her rounded ass cheeks as she bent forward, folding her body in half and I suppressed a groan. I wanted to trace my fingers along the backs of her thighs, feel her heat and earn her moans as I touched her while she danced for me, swaying and arching like she did now, her ass pressed backward to the bed.
Fuck.
I raked my nails over my scalp, using the pain to bring myself back. She didn’t need a randy hermit of a man lusting after her when all she probably wanted was to get out of my damn hair—what was left of it. I didn’t agree with what she wanted from me, what she hauled her stunning ass all the way up here to do.
The least I could provide was a safe space where I didn’t perv on her like some motherfucking creeper.
Growling under my breath, I stormed along the corridor to the kitchen, determined to find her a giant coffee mug and make her the biggest, hottest and strongest drink I could for the morning.
I’d barely set myself to my task for a handful of minutes when she clattered her way into my space, joining me along the bench instead of the other side of it.
“Morning, grumpy,” she said, way too cheerful.
I looked down at her, sweating one of my long sleeved tops—and what looked like nothing else. Well, nothing else, because creeper me knew exactly what she had on under the soft, oversized material that hung to her knees anyway, but she’d forgotten something critical this morning.
“The hell are you doing, Presh?” I pushed the half-made coffee in her direction and stepped back.
It still wasn't enough space as she reached around me to snag the room temperature, heat treated milk.
“Making coffee. Maybe toast. Do you want anything?” She made herself busy as usual and lived up to the promise she had tried to make to me on that first day back when I'd been an utter asshole and shut her down for offering.
I cringed at the memory as she pirouetted past me, the hem of my shirt riding up along her thighs to give me more than a glimpse of creamy, curved flesh the perfect shape for my palm.
Palms that itched to see how her body fit against the shape of my hands.
“Did you forget something important when you left the bedroom?” I bit my tongue on saying more.
The woman before me had me saying more words than I'd managed in over fifteen years. I still haven't worked out if that was a good or a bad thing.
“Like that?” She pirouetted back in the opposite direction, giving me a glimpse of her other thigh.
The view matched.
“Like pants, Faith.”
She laughed at me, and flipped the hem up in full to flash me her lace panties that just covered her ass. I’d already seen that view, but close up she was even more tantalizing than before. “Nah. I got sick of rolling the legs up every ten seconds when they fell down. Decided this was long enough. Right?” Her eyes were full of mischief and something else I couldn't quite interpret.
I snarled, grabbing the material out of her hand and yanked it back down. “Don’t do that.”
“What?” She gaped at me. “Are you a eunuch as well as a hermit? I mean, I didn't check last night, but?—”
All sense left me. I grabbed her waist and pinned her back against the bench, screwing the thought of making sure she had space and wasn’t terrified of me overwhelming her. Her lips fell into a perfect ‘o’ shape as I ground my very much not eunuch-y hardness against her stomach.
“No, Faith. It’s not that I don’t want you,” I grated, my voice deciding now was the perfect time to give up for the day already, fuck it. “I’m just fucking terrified what it means if I do push my luck with you. Because I’ve still got to get you safely down the mountain and that’s gonna be real fucking hard to do if I screw up the trust we’ve garnered between us into next week. You feel me?” I braced my arms behind her, leaning into her space so she had to arch backwards just to look up at me, or continue breathing.
Not that I really gave her a choice, because for just one moment, I did want her to feel me. All of me. And I wanted her to make that choice so damn bad, I ached for her.
Then sense slammed into me and I dropped my hands, retreating fast.
“Fuck. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have touched you.”
Silence fell in my kitchen as she panted. Her whole body trembled as she straightened, her hair tangled over my bench like some crazy red-headed Rapunzel variation.
Faith shook her head. “I know you’ve been watching me.”
I blinked at her. My mouth dried. “What?”
“Last night, in the pool when you backed off. If you’d stayed I…wouldn’t have objected. I mean…” Her cheeks flushed. “I didn’t mean to flash you with a full frontal, but I wouldn't have objected.”
“I tried not to look.” I am so full of shit. She was utterly glorious . “I didn’t want to scare you.”
“I know.”
My chest rose on fast, long breaths. “I’m sorry, Faith.” I shook my head. “This is my fault. I’ve been trying not to be attracted to you all damn week. This is why I shouldn't be near people. Why I left?—”
“Bullshit.” She shot me a fiery glare that would have asked a city boy. At least, I hoped it would have or my ego might not have stood her next test. “You missed it, every time, didn’t you? I knew you were there, Walker. I was dancing for you.”
The ability to breathe left me. My brain stopped churning. But other parts of my anatomy got with the picture pretty damn fast as I crossed the kitchen to stand right in front of her, looking down at the red headed bombshell who had walked into my life and rearranged it on a whim.
“That was for me, huh?” I murmured.
“Yep.” She licked her lips and looked up at me. “So what are you gonna do about that, Walker Roan?”
My hands closed on her hips, and I lifted her tiny frame up onto my kitchen bench to sit in front of me. The borrowed shirt she wore rode up to expose her thighs and before she could think about it too hard, I stepped between her legs, holding her open. My hands skated along the insides of her thighs, pushing her wider as I turned her words over in my head.
“You danced for me. This morning?” I inhaled her sweet scent and knew my clothes would never lose that. Not that I gave a fuck. She nodded slowly. I lifted one hand to coil in her hair, winding the long cherry wood red strands around my fist until I reached her shoulder and tugged a little harder than usual. A soft gasp left her lips. “You danced for me in your fucking underwear, Faith, knowing I watched you. What kind of an invitation was that?”
Her lips parted on a shattered breath. “The sort I wished you took me up on days ago, Walker,” she whispered, trailing her fingertips along my wrist where I held her hair hostage, though she didn't try to uncurl my fingers or push me away.
My hand on her thigh pushed higher, until I rubbed my thumb against the scalloped edges of her gold lace panties. “I wish these were white so I could see if you had a wet spot. When we go down to town I’m gonna buy you some,” I promised her.
Her breath, already shallow, hitched as her thighs trembled for me.
“You’ll come into town with me?”
“Negotiate with me later, Faith,” I murmured. “Right now, if I can’t see that little wet spot, you sure as fuck better make me feel it, or I’m gonna make you sit here on this cold, hard as fuck bench while I play with you until I do.”
Her moan as I stroked along her lacy panties hardened me painfully, and this time, I wasn’t disappointed. The slick of her arousal coated my fingers as I toyed with her through the thin lace, the scent of her need heady as she filled my kitchen with the scent of sex, and we hadn’t started yet.
“Please, Walker,” she whispered, straining against my hand, rubbing herself on my fingers.
I smiled slightly. “You can do better than that,” I mocked. “I watched you dance, remember? So dance for me.”
Another moan left her as I tugged the borrowed shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor. Mine followed, but her body already undulated for me in a full body roll that did all the right things in all the right places. Faith might dress like a good girl and work her ass off, but she danced like a stripper on demand.
Actually…
I leaned close to her ear, flicking my tongue out to lick the shell as I played with her lace covered pussy and whispered terrible things to the girl I was about to fuck hard.
“Does my little dancer moonlight at some of the bars in White Cap? Do you do it because you’re bored, Precious, or for money?”
Her pupils dilated—out of fear, arousal at being called on her bullshit, or a bit of both, I wasn’t sure. But it only took a second and she nodded.
“Yes,” she whispered, lowering her head in shame.
I caught her chin, forcing her gaze up to meet mine. “I don’t give a fuck if you’ve danced before. Do what you want to do, and enjoy it. Love it. But right now, from now on, maybe, you dance for me, Faith. Understand?”
Eyes wide, she nodded again, sweating on my counter as she began to move, but it wasn’t the same as before. This time she actually began to move and I saw why she might choose to spend sleepless nights at some strip joint when she could be home on her own.
Because the girl I was fast falling fall could fucking well dance .
I groaned aloud as she undulated, scooting across the benchtop toward me when I nodded my permission to grind her pussy against my denim covered crotch. Her shoulders dropped back, her eyes half closed as she lost herself to music only she could hear.
And when she tipped her head back, arching with her hands knotted in my shirt, I leaned down and claimed a taste of her mouth for the first time.
And damn, was I fucked.
Because one kiss and I was drunk on this woman.
Her lips parted with an explosion of sweetness, all mountain fresh and rainwater from staying with me for the last week and plus some as she leaned into the kiss, letting me devour her with no resistance whatsoever. Her arms linked around my neck, nails lightly scraping over the ink there that had long began to fade.
And all the time, her body rubbed up against mine while she continued to dance for me.
I dropped a hand between us, sliding my fingers over her lace overed breast, thumbing her taut nipple until she moaned, her head tipping back. Then I headed south for her needy little pussy that I wanted to fill.
But slowly, or I risked hurting her. It had been a long time since I was with a woman, and I knew I was above average size for most of them. Faith…she was so damn tiny. I didn't want to hurt her.
My thumbs hooked into the strings at the side of her panties, and I pulled them down her thighs, dropping to my knees between her legs.
“No, I need you,” she keened, scraping her nails across my scalp where I’d shorn my hair short.
“I’m not going anywhere, Precious,” I promised her, leaning in to flick my tongue across her glistening little hole. “Spread wide for me, so I can make you nice and ready, alright?”
She whimpered as I pressed my tongue to her entrance and fucked her quickly, raising her hips to meet my thrusts. I licked up her juices the moment she made more, loving her walls fluttering around my tongue. Her plump pussy lips were sensitive, too. I took my time, memorizing what made her moan, working my way up to her clit.
The moment I sucked the little nub into my mouth, I pushed one thick finger inside her, and she fucking detonated on me, slow and endless. Her hips rocked as she fucked herself on my hand, everything inside her tightening like she couldn’t stop. I added another finger, pumping hard until she bowed backward, lifting her hips off the counter. I pushed a hand to her hips, pressing her back down and worked her until she screamed my name.
Then I hit repeat, sucking on her clit until she writhed for me, and added my finger to her weeping pussy again. Her hands fluttered at my shoulders, but I refused to stop until her body softened under the onslaught of pleasure, the highness in her pussy easing a little as she came on my tongue and hand again and again.
Then I lifted her hips as I pushed up from my knees and stepped between them, lining myself up with her tender flesh. “You tell me if I’m hurting you, Precious,” I whispered.
Her lips found mine as she licked her juices from my mouth, and I swore I nearly came on the spot. “Break me, Walker.”
I kissed her hard, slamming my mouth over hers and thrust my tongue roughly between her lips even as I slid my cock slowly into her tight, welcoming pussy. Although I’d spent time preparing her, her pussy was a snug fit. She whined, shifting as I held her close, impaling her on my length. Her body flexed and tightened as she came again without help this time and I plunged all the way inside her still fluttering pussy. Her soaked walls aided my intrusion as she gasped and choked against my shoulder.
“Breathe, Faith,” I instructed, cupping my hand behind her head. She still wore the damn bra. I fumbled the clip, wishing I could rip it off her but she barely had any clothes left as it was. I managed to unclip the lacy thing and pulled it free of her body, pressing her bare skin to mine. “Better,” I murmured, stroking her back. “Yeah?”
“So much better.” She sighed her pleasure in the circle of my arms, rocking her hips as I moved slowly within her.
I leaned back, checking her face for winces, but she never showed one fragment of pain.
“You take all of me so fucking well, Faith.” My voice strained as I looked between us.
Her pussy swallowed all of me, over and over as I pushed inside her tight body, gripping her hips and plunging deeper every time. Her juices squirted around us, coating her thighs and my jeans, dripping over my balls, but I didn't care.
Luminous, color change eyes lifted to meet mine. “I’ll clean you up with my tongue later,” she whispered, leaning up to lick my bottom lip with the tip of her tongue.
I snarled and smashed our mouths together, gripping her hips tight as I swore she’d designed and fucked her hard. Three thrusts was all it took and she was trembling in my hands as she came again, clenching down on my cock and soaking up both.
“Fuck, Presh—” I groaned, my balls drawing up tight. “You feel too good?—”
Too late I remembered I wasn’t wearing protection. My seed branded her walls, deep inside her as my orgasm ripped through me, so good it was almost painful. My roar echoed off the mountainside and the finally abating rain as I held Faith in my arms, enjoying the way she trembled for me way too fucking much.
And tried to plan how I could keep her with me for a few more days before I had to take her back to civilization and all the things I never wanted to deal with ever again.
Right now, I had a beautiful woman in my arms who orgasmed on demand, and we had only just started. Surely a few extra days wouldn’t hurt anyone.