Chapter 4
EMMETT
I kick the other chair across the room. We don’t need it anymore. I’d share one chair with this woman for the rest of her life if that kept her here with me by the fire.
If that kept her in my arms.
I stand her up and drag the straps of her dress down her arms, kissing her soft stomach through her dress.
Sandy moans and runs her fingers through my hair, tugging at my wild curls like she’s claiming ownership over them.
“As soon as you rolled your window down,” I growl, raking my fingers down her luscious curves, “I knew I was fucked.”
“You didn’t look too happy to see me…”
“I didn’t know what to do with myself. What could I say without looking like a fool? I don’t know how to talk to people. How the hell was I supposed to know what to say to the woman of my dreams?”
“That is,” she huffs, “a crazy thing to say, Emmett. We just had our first kiss…”
I glare up at her, slowly lifting her dress. “Should I stop?”
“No!”
I arch an eyebrow, fingers finding her panties.
Sandy blushes. “It’s crazy. You’re crazy, and gruff, and rude, and dark… but I like it.”
“We can go back to our rooms.” I tug at her panties. “I can build you a fire, make you some tea, and leave you for the night. You could listen to the rain, and I’ll sit by my own fire wishing I was touching you… tasting you.”
“Don’t you dare.”
Sandy anchors her fingers in my hair, forcing me to hold her gaze. Her legs writhe against my touch. Her dress has slipped so low that her breasts are nearly spilled out, one nipple barely peeking over the soft fabric.
I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight.
I’ve never known a more realized dream.
This is it; she is it. The same way Eric knew that the lodge was going to be his life, I know that Sandy is going to be mine. Get me drunk, and I’ll tell you all about it, without fail. How could I not?
I finally understand my brother and why he always felt like sharing it with the world.
“You’re good with your hands, right?” Sandy asks, head rolling.
I nod, bunching her dress up around her hips, exposing thick, milky thighs I want to lap up for an eternity.
She leans over, brings her lips to mine, and whispers, “How about your tongue?”
Nothing else needs to be said.
With a hungry growl, I dive between her thighs. I wrench one of her legs over my shoulder, spreading her open. Those little black panties taste amazing, already soaked, but I’m not interested in the silky fabric. I want what’s underneath.
Tugging them aside, I find pink, juicy lips waiting for me. She’s a work of art I’m about to ruin.
“Sorry, Whiskey,” Sandy gasps. “I’m borrowing your dad for a while…”
Oh, she’s not borrowing anything.
I’m hers.
I tell her with my lips, with my tongue, with my fingers inside of her tight, perfect body.
Sandy moans for me, and I’m not sure what’s more pleasing to my senses: the sweet taste of her; the angelic sound of her cries; the supple, soft skin of her legs.
Every part of her injects new life into me.
Before she arrived at the lodge, I was in a haze. Since Eric passed, I’ve been a ghost.
Sandy has brought me back to life, and I’m going to cherish the second chance I’ve been given.
“Emmett… Emmett… you’re so good… keep doing that… mhmm… mhmm!”
The way her body tenses and shakes, I know I’m right where I need to be. Two fingers working slowly, lips sealed around her clit, tongue flicking and rolling through soft fuzz.
Sandy cums like a wildfire burns.
She crashes against me, pressing her hips into me so hard that I rock back and nearly send the chair toppling over. I yank her into my lap while she’s still trembling, moaning, and worshiping my name.
It doesn’t take long for her to recover.
“Get these off.” She whips my belt off desperately. “Now. Now. I want you.”
We claw at each other like animals. She pulls my shirt over my head, and I press my lips to hers as soon as it’s gone, furious that I was deprived of her for even a second.
Her dress falls, gifting me the sight of her curvy, pale body. Every inch of her is a dream, a vista waiting to be discovered. I could sit here in this chair for weeks admiring every little spec, birthmark, and goosebump.
“You know, on rainy nights like these, I always stare out the window and watch the storm,” I say softly, taking handfuls of her breasts, kneading her stiff nipples between my fingers.
I kiss them in turn, sucking her nipples, toying with different pressures to see what she likes.
“Those nights were perfect… how stupid I was. You are perfect. I don’t want to look at anything else ever again…
fuck the mountain.” I jiggle her tits playfully. “These peaks are all I need.”
Sandy laughs and presses my head into her chest. “And when do I get to admire your ridge, huh? Stop teasing me…”
She yelps as I stand, taking her with me. I carry her in front of the fire, letting her slide down my body until those lovely toes hit the hardwood. Naked and flushed, Sandy stands before the flames, watching me step out of my jeans.
“You’re enjoying this,” she huffs. “Torturing me.”
It’s true. Every second that ticks by, she seems more and more desperate. Her thighs grind together. One of her feet pops up on her toes. She can’t stop running her hands up and down her body, as if her skin already misses my touch.
“Don’t worry,” I say, pulling my black briefs down. “I can’t wait much longer.”
Sandy’s eyes go wide, bobbing with my cock.
It stands so tall and hard that it hurts, pointed at her like a compass pointing true north. That’s what she is, standing there naked and pale, my guiding star.
Slowly, she steps toward me.
Every inch that’s closed between us, the fire burns hotter, brighter, and louder. The cracks and pops of those logs are gunfire eradicating my old life. They’re the renewed beats of my heart, finally pumping blood through me again.
“This isn’t like me,” Sandy says, finally looking into my eyes again.
My shaft presses flat against her belly, pinned between us.
I pull her head against my chest, loving the way she drags her lips through the hair on my pecs.
“I don’t do one-night stands. Or hookups. I’m not even a booty call kinda girl,” she whispers, tasting my body, fingers raking down every muscle all my hard work has built for her.
“I don’t even like talking to people,” I say. “You think I do this often? Ever?”
Sandy shakes her head. “So what the hell has gotten into us?”
I don’t have anything I can say to explain this. Words will only make it all feel more insane.
Instead, I lift her head by her chin, look into those gorgeous green eyes, and kiss her like I’m in a deep, perfect dream.
We stumble backward, lost in each other’s lips.
The harder we kiss, the harder my cock grows.
It aches with a need I’ve never known, and I nearly burst when she reaches down and grips it for the first time.
She shoves me back into the chair, gazing down at me like a woman who knows exactly what she wants and won’t stop until she gets it.
As if guided by the crackling logs, she rolls her hips, turning slowly, dancing to the sounds of fire and rain.
I drag my fingers down her back and over the curve of her butt. It bounces with soft slaps, making her arch her body and coo delightfully.
“I’m done waiting,” she whispers, dropping her butt into my lap. “I want it…”
I’m so out of practice—as in a decade-long dry spell—that I barely know how to react. I’m sure there are questions I should ask about birth control or condoms, but my caveman brain only wants one thing. And what does it matter? She’s it for me. My dream. I’d put a baby in her without question…
Sandy reaches between her legs, guides my cock, and brings us together for the first time.
“Oh… Emmett…”
I’m in heaven. Nothing, and I mean nothing, could ever be better than this.
Inch by inch, Sandy drops her wide hips, taking me deeper. I lean forward and kiss her back, licking away delicious sweat as she grinds against me. She’s so tight, so fucking perfect around my shaft, that I have to convince myself not to cum.
“Slow. Slow,” I beg. “You feel too good…”
“Yeah? You like that?” She peeks at me over her shoulder, hands on the arms of the chair. “You can cum…. I want you to…”
“Not yet.”
“You can cum inside of me…”
“Damnit!
With a growl, I pull her off of me, turn her around, and yank her into my lap. We slap at each other like we’re fighting for the chair. I thrust into her much harder this time, and her mouth falls agape. Those doe eyes are as wide as full moons, pouring out just for me.
“You’re so….” She rolls her hips, “fucking….” That butt bounces, “big…”
“Oh, shit. I need that. Just like that.” I grab her by the face. “I fucking need you.”
The chair rocks, but we don’t stop.
Sandy grips it tightly, riding me like an animal.
I run my hands over her ass, barely touching her, afraid that if I take a greedy squeeze, I’ll burst in an instant.
I fucking know I will.
“Oh. Oh! OH!” She’s riding me so hard that the chair rises up on two legs. “Emmett! Yes! Yes! SHIT—“
The lodge flips and tumbles.
We fall back, finally pushing the chair to its limits.
Instinctively, I wrap my arms around her, shielding her from the fall. With a thud that echoes in the lobby, I land flat on my back, still deep inside of her.
It doesn’t slow us down for a second.
Sandy leans over me, black hair draping around my face like nightfall. Each time she rolls her hips, we kiss a little deeper, moaning with the sensual rhythm. We’ve become the storm, guided by unseen forces, brought together like colliding jet streams.
I roll us over the hardwood, so lost in desire that I can’t stop myself from following my primal urges. Sandy lets me throw her flat on her back, feet flat against my chest. Her eyes are wide, as if she’s stunned at what’s come over her.
“Fuck me,” she begs. “Fuck me…”
Her toes curl hard against my chest as I slide into her.
“OH! Emmett…”
Tits bouncing with my thrusts, she watches as I bring her foot to my lips.
“Emmet…”
My tongue tastes her toes, her sole, everything it can reach. It’s not enough. It’ll never be enough.
“Cum for me… cum… inside… please… please…”
Her words urge me toward her lips like the gravity of a black hole. No escape, even if I wanted to. Those green eyes suck me in, and I finally let go.
My entire life seems to vanish.
The Army, the pain of loss, even the lodge disappears.
I’m not left with the sounds of the storm or the warmth of the fire.
Sandy’s soft breath in my ear.
Her perfect legs hooked around my body, keeping me deep.
Fingers moving up and down my back, drawing unknown shapes.
“Take me to your room,” she whispers. “And do that again…”