Chapter 11
Lila
“This is a bad idea,” Sullivan says, despite having followed me upstairs to my apartment.
I can only imagine what’s going through his head right now after the embarrassing episode he just witnessed.
It’s not so much what Grandma Val said, but how I turn into this pathetic beaten dog around her.
I hate that he witnessed that disgusting exchange, and tomorrow morning, when Grandma Val tries to make me feel small again—no doubt while I watch her hand the coveted family recipe to Audrey—I’m going to set the record straight.
That comment about my mother crossed the line, and it’s fueled a new fire in me.
I’m done letting Grandma Val push me around. Tomorrow morning, I’m going to stand up for myself once and for all, no matter what it costs me. Let her try to run me out of business. I dare her. I’m not going anywhere.
But tonight, I just want to forget all about the woman who still clearly holds my mother’s choices over my head.
“You promised to break in the new bed with me,” I say, already working at the buttons on Sullivan’s shirt. I can’t decide which is sexier—Sullivan in a flannel shirt, or Sullivan out of a flannel shirt.
“I don’t want to be responsible for what that woman does to make your life more difficult.”
“Sull,” I say, kissing his chest as I slide the shirt down his shoulders.
“Yeah?”
“The only thing you’re responsible for tonight is filling me with—” I reach a hand between us, cupping his length. “—this hard cock.”
“But—”
“Please, Sull?” Resting my chin on his bare chest, I look up at him with my best puppy dog eyes. I watch as desire darkens the color in his. “We’ll talk in the morning, I promise. I have a lot I want to say. But tonight, I want to use my mouth for…other things.”
Sull slides a hand into my hair, undoing my ponytail again.
“Better?” I ask.
“Much.”
It’s the last words we utter before our lips meet in a hungry frenzy. We shuffle in a slow circle as layers of clothes fall away, our mouths desperate for one another. By the time we reached the bed, we’re both naked.
“Show me another fantasy, Sull,” I plead.
He doesn’t answer with words, just a half smirk that causes wetness to pool instantly between my legs.
He crawls onto the bed first, lying flat on his back. “Come, Lila,” he says, his voice low and gravelly. “Come sit on my face so I can savor the sweetest dessert on your menu.”
Fuck me, this man knows how to say just the right thing. It’s like he’s customized dirty talk specifically for me.
I crawl up his body, giving his cock a friendly squeeze before reaching my knees to either side of the pillow. He slides his hands up my thighs, tugging apart my pussy lips. He lifts his head, swiping his tongue through my folds.
“Fuck,” I hiss, forgetting until this very moment how incredibly talented he is with his mouth attached to my pussy.
Sull chuckles, the vibration of it sending pulses of pleasure right to my button. He shackles my hips, tugging me down as he rests his head back on the pillow.
“Can you breathe down there?”
“Lila?” he says, his voice muffled.
“Yeah?”
“Be quiet and let me enjoy you, baby.” And enjoy he does. Without an hour-long break rushing us along, Sullivan takes his time licking, suckling, and exploring every inch of my pussy. He brings me right to the edge, then backs off. Increasing the intensity and speed, then slowing down.
I don’t know how the man is getting oxygen down there, but I stopped caring three near-orgasms ago.
I gyrate my hips, relishing in the sensation of his beard against my thighs. The thought of my juices tangled in his beard is so fucking hot it nearly undoes me.
When Sull inserts a finger inside, I gasp.
When he slips in a second, his mouth suctions fully to my pussy, and I nearly go blind.
The pleasure overload is so intense the stars form behind my eyes as my climax builds. This one might do me in. This might be how I die. Not a bad way to go, exactly.
“Don’t stop,” I beg. “Please don’t ever fucking stop.”
Sullivan chuckles once more, and that’s it.
It’s game over. I come apart so violently I nearly topple off the bed.
If it weren’t for his death grip on my hips, I’d be on the floor.
He holds me to his mouth for a few moments longer before flipping me onto my back so quickly I hardly register what happens.
“Do I need a rubber?” he asks.
“No.” We already had the necessary conversation that first night, when we did in fact use protection. But tonight, knowing how much I’ve fallen for this grumpy pain-in-the-ass mountain man with a heart of gold, I want to feel him with nothing in between us. “I want you to come inside me, Sull.”
“You want me to claim you?” he growls.
“Am I a gold mine?” I chuckle.
“You’re my gold mine,” he says, his voice dark and gravelly. “And I won’t share my claim with anyone else. Understood?”
“I don’t want anyone else, Sull. Only you.” I circle my hand around his cock, guiding him home. “Now fuck me good and hard like I’ve been asking you to all day.”
He rails into me in one quick, rough thrust that lifts my hips off the bed.
I rake my nails down his shoulders as I cry out.
God, I’ve missed this. How the hell did I ever think one night would be enough with this man?
A thousand nights would never be enough.
I don’t give a flying fuck what Grandma Val thinks about West men. This one’s mine, and I’m keeping him.
The bed bounces off the wall as he pummels me. It’s hungry, it’s savage, and yet, it’s so intimate I could cry.
Fuck.
I love him.
I love this grumpy ass man so much it might make me fucking cry.
I drag his mouth back to mine, kissing him almost violently as he drives his cock home over and over. It’s all I can do to keep my ankles locked at his lower back as he takes me on another trip to the edge of the cliff.
“Come for me, Lila,” he orders. “If you want me to drain my cock inside you, you have to come on it first.”
It’s not just an explosion of pleasure. It’s as though every cell in my body simultaneously bursts into confetti. My climax is so intense, I’m not entirely certain I haven’t gone blind.
Somewhere in my orgasm frenzy, Sull still inside me. He grips my ass with both hands, burying himself as deep as he can as he fills me.
I’ve never felt more complete in my life.
If I had any doubts about Daisy Hills being home before, they’re all gone in this moment. My home—my future—is here, with Sullivan. And tomorrow, after I tell off Grandma Val, I’m going to tell my grumpy mountain man exactly how I feel.