Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Preston
With Jess pinned against the cabin wall, her wrists caught in my hand, her perfect lace-clad tits pressed up against me, the last thread of restraint I’d been hanging on to snapped.
Her green eyes, dark and dilated, were begging me for more.
And as strong as I’d tried to be, dammit, I was only human.
There was only so much one man could take. Never mind the fact that I’d been fantasizing about this moment in one shape or another since I was twelve freaking years old.
Rain thrummed on the old tin roof of the cabin, but the only thing I heard was her ragged breaths and the soft gasp that slipped from her lips when I ground my hips into hers, letting her feel exactly how much I ached for her.
I pulled my mouth from hers, leaving her panting for more as I dropped my head to her chest. Her pretty pink nipples strained against the lace fabric of her bra. Hard pebbles desperate for my attention.
She sucked in a breath as I pulled one hard nub between my lips and tugged.
The groan that slipped from her lips made my cock twitch in its confines, begging for release. But not yet. I meant what I said when I told her I was going to make her forget that she’d ever even let the idea of marrying that asshole cross her mind.
I used my free hand to cup her other breast. I squeezed and massaged, letting the pad of my thumb rub over her nipple while using my tongue to lavish attention on the other until she squirmed against me. Her hips ground against mine, desperate for more.
God, this woman had been my undoing since we were kids. Back then, it was all discarded daisies and crushed feelings of a boy dumbstruck with puppy love he didn’t understand. Things were different now. Very different. But she still held the power to twist me up and turn me inside out.
Only this time, I wasn’t backing down. And her runaway bride stunt? Best damn decision she’d ever made.
Besides coming here. To my cabin. To me.
“God, Jess,” I growled against her mouth, finally relaxing my hold on her wrists.
My hands went straight for those ridiculous white velour pants she wore.
At least they didn’t have anything bedazzled on them, or I probably would have torn them from her body instead of shoving them down to her ankles before turning my efforts to the button on my jeans.
“You gonna stand there staring, Dots, or help me out with this?”
She smirked, her sassy spark flashing even as her cheeks flushed pink. “Dots? Really, Preston? You have me half naked, pinned to the wall, and you’re still going to call out that stupid nickname?”
“Sexiest fucking dots I’ve ever seen,” I responded, abandoning my pants for the moment to give the freckles smattered across her chest the attention they deserved.
I used my tongue to play connect the dots until she was moaning and bucking against me. I pulled my mouth away from her heated skin.
She shook her head, her breath coming fast.
“That’s what I thought.” I kissed her again quick and hard, but I was done playing.
I released her hands, tugged my zipper down, and dropped my jeans to the floor. I kicked them aside. My cock sprang free. Heavy, thick, and pulsing for her. The tip already slick with pre-cum from the torture of her earlier touch and the kisses that promised so much more.
Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of me. Her lips parted on a soft gasp, and her tongue darted out as she bit her bottom lip.
Fuck me.
That nearly undid me right then and there. The raw hunger in her gaze was better than any fantasy I’d ever jerked off to in the middle of the night.
Her hands twitched like she wanted to reach for me, and as much as I yearned for her hand wrapped around my cock, I wasn’t done with her yet.
I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her pretty lace panties and teased the sensitive skin along the elastic before dragging them down her smooth thighs.
“Those had to go,” I murmured as I stood in front of her again and reached around to undo the clasp of her bra, pulling it off as well, leaving her totally bare and absolutely fucking gorgeous in front of me. “Too bridal.” I winked.
Before she could reply, I dropped to my knees in front of her and, with a gentle shove, pushed her back against the rough wood wall.
“Look at this,” I murmured, trailing my hands up the inside of her thighs, nudging them apart to reveal her glistening, perfect pussy.
Swollen and pink with arousal, she was already so wet for me.
“You’re soaked for me.” I slid a finger through her wetness, making her gasp.
“All from a kiss? Or maybe you’ve been fantasizing about this just as long as I have. ”
Shit.
I hadn’t meant to give so much away. One night. That’s all this was. Jess and I were never going to be anything more. I needed to remember that. No matter how hard it was already starting to get.
To distract myself and her, I gripped her thighs and blew a hot breath across her clit.
“Oh, shit! Preston, I—”
“Have you been fantasizing about me?” I teased, keeping my voice light. “It’s okay, Dots, you can admit it.”
“Preston…” Her voice was breathy with need. “If you keep asking me questions while your head is between my legs, I might just—”
“Might what?” I looked up. “Run back to your jilted groom?” She gasped, but I laughed before once more turning my attention to the sweetness in front of me. “Nah,” I said. “You’re staying right here with me. Now spread those pretty legs for me.”
“You’re an ass,” she gasped, but obeyed, her hands fisting in my hair as I pressed a kiss to her core. She whimpered, her hips jerking.
“And you,” I said, “are gorgeous.”
She opened her mouth to say something, but her words were lost as I traced her seam in one slow lick, savoring the sweetly salty taste of her coating my tongue. She cried out, the sound fueling me. I devoured her like a man starved. And maybe I was.
My tongue swirled tight circles around her clit; her thighs vibrated. Her moans filled the small cabin. When I pushed two fingers deep inside, her body clamped down hard, and I knew she was moments from falling apart.
Her head dropped back, but I needed to see her. “Oh, no, Jess. Eyes on me,” I commanded. “I told you, I want to see you fall apart for me.”
She obeyed, her green gaze locking with mine, her pupils blown with lust. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
I kept up my rhythm on her clit, flicking the tip with my tongue, while my fingers thrust inside her tight channel until she shattered.
Her orgasm ripped through her, her body convulsing as she screamed out into the stormy night.
I held tight, working her through it, lapping up every drop of her until she sagged against the wall, boneless and panting.
Rising slowly, I licked the last bit of her essence from my lips before kissing her gently. I caught her as her knees buckled. “Not done yet, baby,” I rasped, working hard to control my own need for her.
My cock ached. But this was about her. I needed to show her exactly what she’d been missing by settling for a man who didn’t treat her like a goddess for every second of her life. If I only had one night, I planned to make the most of it.
I spun her to face the wall, my hand steadying her hip; the other slid up the length of her back, pressing her gently against the wall, her nipples grazing the rough wood with what I knew would be intense sensations.
She looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes hooded, but sparkling with renewed desire. “Bossy tonight, are you?”
“Only for you, Dots.” I chuckled and let my hand slide down the curves of her ass, where more of those sexy freckles were smattered. My thumb moved in lazy circles over her smooth skin. “Somehow, you’ve always brought it out in me.”
She pushed back against my touch with a soft moan.
I gripped myself in my free hand, stroking once to spread the wetness along my length before lining up, the blunt head of my cock nudging her entrance. “Arch your back for me, baby.”
She did, and her ass pushed back deliriously against me. I groaned, holding myself back. “Ready to scream for me again?”
Before she could answer, I thrust my length inside her heat, bottoming out with a shared groan. Hers, breathy and needy, while mine was rough and relieved. She was perfect. Her walls clenched me, holding me tightly inside her.
“God, you feel incredible,” I murmured in her ear before pulling back again, slow first, before thrusting hard, deeper this time.
She groaned and caught herself against the wall.
“This what you needed, Jess? To be filled up?”
“Yes.” The word was little more than a moan. Her hands braced on the wall. Her hips rocked back to meet me in demand. “More, Preston. I need more.”
Who was I to deny her?
I gave her exactly what she wanted. What she needed.
I set a rhythm, and she matched me thrust for thrust. I wrapped an arm around her, cupping her breast and letting my thumb brush over the sensitive peak in time with every thrust.
My other hand splayed low on her belly, my finger circling her clit with just enough pressure to make her gasp.
“You’re mine, Jess,” I breathed against her ear, losing myself again in the moment.
“Yours,” she gasped, grinding back with a shiver. “For tonight.”
Something tugged in my chest, but I ignored it.
“For tonight,” I repeated, saying what she wanted to hear. Pushing reality out of my head. I’d deal with it later.
I angled my hips, finding the sweet spot inside her that made her tighten around me. Her breaths turned to soft whimpers as pleasure coiled in her again. And I was right there with her. “That’s it. Let go for me.”
She shattered with a quiet cry this time, her walls pulsing around me, pulling me deeper until the waves of my own orgasm crashed over her. I buried myself fully, growling low as I took my release, and holding her close through every aftershock until finally, we were both completely wrung out.
I caught her in my arms and spun her around before walking her back to the single bed, where we collapsed in a heap, her back to my chest and my arms banded around her like I didn’t ever want to let go.
Her skin was hot and sweaty against mine, the slight sheen making her glow in the firelight. I nuzzled her neck, pressing light kisses to her skin, letting myself have this moment because I knew it couldn’t last.
“One night, right?” I murmured, my voice husky, the words tasting like a lie before they’d even left my lips.
She twisted slightly, looking at me. “Preston…that was…”
“Incredible,” I finished for her. “But we did say one night, right?”
Her brow wrinkled, confused.
“There’s a lot of night left, and I’m just getting started. That is…if you’re game.”
Her laugh bubbled up, and she dropped her head back against my chest. “You do have a point.”
“I do.” I wiggled my hips against her, making her laugh again.
One night. That’s what we’d agreed to. I wasn’t an idiot. I knew we’d likely just made a giant mess of things. But that was tomorrow’s mess. I still had the night.
One night where she was mine.
And the way she sighed against me when I traced my hand up her belly told me she felt it too.
Jess
At some point in the night, the rain had stopped, only the occasional dripping from the roof to the porch below any indication that there’d been a storm at all.
My body was pleasantly heavy. Every muscle loose and simultaneously aching in a way that told me I’d been properly taken care of. And I so had.
Sometime between sleeping and waking, he’d murmured that one night didn’t mean only one time. And he’d proved it. Over and over again.
Preston’s arms were still wrapped around me, solid and steady. He’d pulled his sleeping bag out of his pack and draped it over us, but all the warmth I felt came straight from him.
I’d never felt that way before.
And it wasn’t just about being sexually satisfied, although…there was no denying that. He’d pulled more climaxes out of me, one after another, than I’d ever experienced. Each one stronger than the one that came before, until I was sure I’d fall into a million pieces.
But not once had he treated me like I was fragile or that anything between us was temporary. Every touch felt real. Like, we might be real. And that even if it was only for one night, I mattered.
I rested my cheek against his shoulder and traced lazy patterns over his chest, letting myself stay right there in the moment, pretending that all of this wasn’t something that would need explaining in the morning.
Because pretending was so much easier.
Morning was only a few hours away. We couldn’t hold it off forever. And with it there would be the mess and consequences that reality would bring.
But for now, wrapped in Preston’s arms, with the puppy asleep in front of the dying fire, I let myself close my eyes and hold onto the feeling he’d given me.
Just a little longer.