5. Holden #2
She pushed my jeans and boxers down my hips, freeing my heavy, aching cock. The sudden brush of her knuckles against my raw skin made my hips buck forward instinctively.
“Easy,” she whispered, a dark, sexy smile playing on her lips.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to be inside her.
“Turn around,” I commanded, my voice coming out in a deep growl.
Olive didn’t hesitate. She laughed lightly and turned, facing the rough bark of the oak, and placed her hands flat against the wood to brace herself.
I stepped right up behind her.
I caught the hem of her yellow sundress with my good hand and tugged the fabric up, pulling it high above her hips.
She was wearing nothing but a tiny scrap of dark lace underneath, and the sight of her almost bare ass in the moonlight nearly undid me on the spot.
I groaned as I saw her for the first time.
“Did you wear these for me?”
She laughed again, then admitted, “Yeah. I did.”
Olive was a curvy diva, and all I wanted to do was sink myself into her. I hooked my fingers into the edge of the lace and pulled her panties down.
She stepped out of them quickly, kicking them aside into the pine needles.
I pressed my chest to her back, the heat of her skin burning right through my shirt.
“Are you sure?” I asked, my voice rough by her ear. I needed her to want this as badly as I did.
She rolled her hips back against me, a clear, desperate demand. “Holden, please. I haven’t fucked anyone in three years. Don’t make me wait any longer.”
Three years. That was a long time. She wasn’t kidding about getting her heart crushed.
But what a shame to put a beautiful woman like her on a shelf.
My cock throbbed as I realized I was the lucky bastard she trusted enough to touch her after all that time.
“Hurry. What are you doing right now?” she asked. “People might see us.”
“No one’s going to see us, hon. They’re all back at the party.”
But who was I to keep her waiting even a second longer. I gripped her hip tightly with my good hand, anchoring her in place. Then I spread my legs, finding a solid stance in the dirt, and guided myself to her wet heat.
She was already dripping for me, and the second the tip of my cock made contact, she started squirming and wiggling for more.
Yeah. That was nice. I teased her for a minute, slipping and sliding up and down her wet slit. Then I pushed myself in with one long, heavy thrust.
Olive cried out, her back arching sharply against me. Her fingers gripped the rough bark of the tree tightly as she took my full length.
She felt like heaven.
I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing myself to hold completely still for a second just to keep from losing my mind. I could have come on the spot, but that was no way to impress a lady.
“Olive,” I growled, my forehead dropping to rest against her shoulder. “You feel so damn good.”
“Don’t stop,” she whimpered, rolling her hips back against me again. “But we need to be fast. I’ll die of embarrassment if anyone spots us.”
So I gave her what she wanted.
One thing I knew how to do was lumberjack. I was good at cutting down trees. The other thing I was good at was loving hard. But it took having the right woman around for that.
Lucky for me, Olive was the right woman.
I pulled back and drove into her again, setting a hard, punishing rhythm.
Then I was lost for I don’t know how long. It was just the heavy slide of my body against hers, the solid thud of our hips meeting, and the frantic rasp of our breathing echoing in the quiet clearing as we frantically discovered each other for the first time.
I couldn’t use my right hand to hold her, so I compensated with my body weight, pressing her firmly against the tree while my left arm wrapped tightly around her waist. I held her flush against me, feeling every shiver and tense of her muscles as I buried myself in her over and over again.
Hot damn, she felt amazing.
Through the trees, I could still hear the faint, muffled sound of the crew laughing back at the bonfire.
They were so close.
But out here, in the dark, we were entirely alone. The contrast between the loud, public world of the logging camp and the raw, desperate intimacy of this moment made my blood run hotter.
She was right.
Anyone could wander out here and discover us.
Olive let out a soft, broken moan, her head falling back against my shoulder as her legs started trembling. She was getting close.
“That’s it,” I whispered roughly, turning my head to catch her lips in a messy, open-mouthed kiss. “But you need to be quiet when you come.”
I increased my pace, driving into her harder… faster. The smell of crushed pine needles rose up from the ground, mixing with the scent of her sweat and the deep musk of sex. I was going to explode soon if she didn’t get there first.
That’s when she clamped down hard around me, her sweet pussy acting like a vise.
She cried out my name quietly, a sharp, beautiful sound that shattered the last bit of control I had left. Her body shuddered wildly against mine as she squeezed me so tightly that I saw stars.
With a low, guttural groan, I let go.
I drove deep into her one final time and followed her right over the edge. My release ripped through me, hot and heavy, draining every ounce of tension out of me.
I stayed buried inside her, my chest heaving against her back as we both fought to catch our breath.
Slowly, the adrenaline began to fade, leaving a heavy, exhausted warmth in its place.
What the hell just happened? That had been a crazy fuck. Fast and furious, and out of nowhere.
I pulled out carefully, my legs feeling a little unsteady. I helped her pull her dress down, my fingers clumsy but gentle. Then I reached down, pulled my jeans up, and quickly righted my zipper.
Olive turned around, leaning her back against the tree. She looked beautifully wrecked. Her hair was messy, her lips swollen, and her eyes were dark and soft in the moonlight.
Normally, this was the exact moment I would crack a joke.
But as I looked at her, the words died in my throat.
“I didn’t mean to go caveman on you, Olive. I wish our first time had been in a bed with rose petals and champagne bottles and shit.”
“No, it was perfect,” she said. “But I’m not sure once was enough.”
I stepped in close, wrapped my arms around her, and held her tight. “Does that mean I get to go on a real date with you?”
Olive let out a soft breath, her arms wrapping around my shoulders. She held me just as fiercely as I was holding her.
“Yeah. I think that sounds like a plan.”
A part of the world that had always felt slightly off-kilter snapped into place. And I knew I wanted more than just one date with her.
Olive made me feel crazy inside.