6. Jordan
JORDAN
A fter drying off and getting mostly dressed, Huxley loads me into the truck, revs the engine, and continues up the mountain. My body buzzes with awareness, and I shudder out a moan when Huxley places his hand on my thigh.
“Doing okay, baby?” Huxley asks, his voice raspy as if he’s barely hanging on.
“Mm-hm,” I respond with a shaky breath.
I inhale sharply as Huxley slides his hand higher, higher, higher until his fingers brush against my aching core. I spread my legs further apart, giving him more access.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Why do I live so far away?”
I laugh, though it turns into a whimper as Huxley rubs my pussy, the fabric of my leggings and panties scraping against my already tender and swollen clit. I grind against his hand, not even caring how wanton it makes me.
Huxley withdraws his hand, and I tense, my body seeking release. I look at him with a pout, then realize he’s using both hands to crank the wheel and turn onto a dirt road winding up, up, up, and ending in a clearing.
It looks like a giant construction zone with part of the land torn up, part of it in the process of being flattened for new structures, and another section with the support beams and basic framework of buildings in progress.
“What is this place?” I ask, my eyes scanning every inch.
“A work in progress,” Huxley replies with a wry smile. “One of my Army Ranger buddies, Wilder, moved up here last year and bought this old, abandoned mining town. We thought he was crazy, but now Cassian and I have joined him, and we have one more friend coming soon.
“Is Cassian the bearded guy with a scowl who comes with you to the hardware store?”
Huxley lets out a chuckle. “Yeah, that’s him. The plan is to revive this place and make it our own little compound. One day, it might be a village or a little mountain town, but for now, we’re all looking for a place to heal.”
“It’s amazing that you guys are making something beautiful out of something overlooked and perceived as worthless.”
The truck comes to a stop in front of a small but well-built cabin. It looks cozy and sturdy, and I can’t help but picture a life up here in the mountains.
Huxley parks the truck and turns to look at me, his hand reaching out to brush a few strands of my hair behind my ear.
He cups my chin, tilting my head up to meet his gaze.
“I’m not sure if we’re talking about the land or you, but I need you to know you’re not worthless.
You’re not overlooked. Not anymore. I see you, Jordan.
I see how precious and priceless you are. Will you let me show you?”
Tears gather in my eyes, but I blink them away. This man is mending my fragile heart with every word he speaks. No one has ever been so kind or attentive to me, and I know at this moment, I’m ready to give him all of me. Everything.
“Show me,” I whisper.
Huxley gives me a brief kiss, then exits the truck as if it’s on fire. He’s by my side in the next second, making me smile at his eagerness. I get it. Me too.
He leads us up to his cabin, opening the door and ushering me inside. Once the door is closed, I suddenly feel awkward and unsure where to go from here.
“So, um, what now?” I ask stupidly.
Instead of answering me, Huxley leans down and nuzzles into the side of my neck, breathing me in. He lifts his head and kisses my cheek. I don’t know what comes over me, but a rush of emotion and adrenaline leaves me needing more. Needing everything this man has to offer.
I fist his hair and pull him down for a real kiss, fusing our lips while pressing my body even closer to his. I don’t want any distance between us. Even our clothes are too much separation. I need to feel his touch, his lips, his skin on my skin.
Huxley senses the shift inside me and glides his hands down my body, gripping my ass and rubbing me against him. I whimper into his mouth as he lifts me, wrapping my legs around his hips and clinging to him as he presses me against the wall.
I grind my aching center against his erection, and Huxley groans, breaking our kiss and dragging his lips down my neck.
“Tell me what you want, Jordan,” he growls into my skin.
The vibration of his deep, gravelly voice travels throughout my body, lighting every nerve ending on fire. I shiver in his arms and roll my hips, shamelessly rubbing my pussy against him.
“You, Huxley. I want you. Will you…” I stop short, my cheeks filling with heat as I ponder my request.
“Anything. I’ll do anything for you,” he promises, nipping at a sensitive spot beneath my ear and then licking away the sting. Holy hell, that feels amazing.
“Will you make love to me?” I squeeze my eyes shut, more vulnerable than ever, as he holds me up in his strong embrace.
“Eyes on me, Jordan.”
I automatically open my eyes and lock onto his dark brown ones.
“We can take it slow. We don’t have to--”
“I want to,” I blurt. “Please? Teach me?”
“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath before crashing his lips down on mine.
Something I said flipped a switch in my usually sweet and gentle giant.
Huxley is all beast as his tongue invades my mouth, demanding me to feel the strength and urgency behind his need for me.
I’m right there with him. No one has ever made me feel the way Huxley does.
Not only physically but emotionally. He’s opened my mind and heart to so many things, and I can’t wait to share this experience with him as well.
His fingers dig into my ass as he rocks his solid erection into me, pinning me to the wall with his body and devouring me. My nipples tighten and scrape against the fabric of my shirt, sending bolts of lightning straight to my clit.
“Fuck,” he says again, sounding almost tortured as he buries his face into my neck, licking and kissing me there. The next thing I know, he’s carrying me through his cabin, presumably to the bed.
Huxley slides me down his body, setting me at the foot of his bed.
He reluctantly pulls his mouth from mine.
I automatically follow him, seeking more of his lips, his taste, his tongue.
He cups the sides of my neck and rests his forehead on mine.
We’re both breathing heavily, sharing the same air and savoring the tension crackling between us.
“Be very sure you want this, my beautiful girl. Once I have you, I’m not letting you go.”
“Same,” I breathe out before tilting my head and kissing him again. “Tell me what to do. I… I don’t know how to do any of this,” I confess. I should probably feel silly about admitting that, but I don’t. He makes me feel brave and safe and wanted.
“Touch me,” he groans. “Touch me everywhere. Anywhere. Just please… I need you to touch me right fucking now.”
I slip my hands under his t-shirt, stroking his tightly packed abs. A shiver runs through him as he flexes and tenses beneath my fingertips. I tug at his shirt impatiently until he takes it off, revealing a canvas of swirling black ink, scars, and defined muscles.
“Your turn,” he murmurs, taking my lips again.
I moan when Huxley plays with the hem of my shirt, encouraging him to take it off. He takes his time lifting it higher and higher, the fabric tickling my sensitive skin and making me shudder.
My bra is already off, thanks to our impromptu swim, and Huxley’s hands cover my breasts, kneading my soft flesh and plucking my nipples.
“Oh god,” I moan, bowing my back and thrusting my chest further into his hands.
He trails his fingertips down my torso slowly, touching every inch of my skin along the way. I don’t have time to feel self-conscious about the extra weight around my hips and belly. Not when Huxley is growling softly and massaging everywhere he can reach.
Huxley has my pants off in no time, and I stand completely naked and exposed to the sexiest man I’ve ever seen.
He groans in approval, licking his lips as he rakes his eyes up and down my body.
He closes the distance between us, his lips meeting mine before trailing down my neck and making my heated skin tremble in anticipation.
Blazing a trail of kisses over my collarbone and down my chest, he sucks on one nipple and then the other.
My pussy clenches, and more of my arousal leaks out, making my inner thighs slick with desire.
I don’t know how he knows, but he growls, almost like he can smell how turned on I am.
He runs his hands back up my body, resting them on my shoulders and shoving me lightly.
I giggle when my back hits the mattress, then gasp as he kneels before me.
Huxley grips my knees and spreads my legs, staring at my throbbing core. I blush from head to toe as he examines me.
“Need another taste before I make you mine for good. Need you nice and wet for me, baby girl. I’m a big man, but I’m not going to hurt you. I’ll make you feel so good. Do you trust me?”
“With all of me,” I whisper like every time he asks.
I open my legs wider for him, offering myself up to let him do whatever he wants to me.
He growls and guides my legs over his shoulders. A girl could get used to this. Slowly, slowly, he drags his tongue through my folds. When he reaches my clit, he stops licking, merely flexing his tongue and rolling it like a wave as pleasure breaks over my body.
I writhe under him as Huxley licks and nips at my pussy, devouring me like he said he would.
He reaches my entrance and circles his tongue around my throbbing opening before dipping it inside.
We both groan as I clench around him. He sips from my center, drinking down my juices and massaging the walls of my tight channel.
I buck my hips, but Huxley spreads one large hand over my stomach, stilling my motions and creating a delicious pressure in my core.
His other hand slides underneath me, gripping my ass in a punishing hold.
He has me locked in place, forcing me to feel every teasing lick, every slow stroke, every light scrape of his teeth over my sensitive bundle of nerves.