Chapter 3
CHAPTER THREE
Raci
“Are you sure you don’t want to give me a ride to find my car? Then you can sleep in your bed and not on the couch.” I asked as Ayden straightened up his room and changed the sheets for me.
“Have you looked outside? The storm has only gotten worse.” Ayden nodded towards the window. “It’s better to lay low during these kinds of storms. Last thing we need is my truck getting stuck.”
One peek through the curtains and I saw the rain battering against it, coming down hard sideways, with the trees blowing all around in the background.
“You’re right.” I said as I wrapped my arms around myself and shivered. I still hadn’t forgotten what the cold rain felt like on my skin.
“If you’re cold, feel free to take a shower before you climb in. I haven’t showered since this morning so the water should be nice and hot.”
“Thank you.” I was surprised the gruff mountain man was so nice. He definitely didn’t look it on the outside. In fact, he looked more like he wanted to ring my neck when I showed up on his doorstep at two in the morning.
Last thing I expected was a cup of hot cocoa and a furry cuddly dog.
“There’re towels in the linen cabinet. If Bluey bothers you, just kick him out. He likes to sleep across the foot of the bed, but I can close the door, so he doesn’t come in. Most likely, he’ll stay downstairs with me anyway.”
“Again, thank you. You’ve been so kind.”
“You’re welcome,” Ayden sort of growled, but I caught the smile on his face. “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.”
He walked out the door and my eyes followed him, feasting on his sexy form and picturing him naked. When he glanced behind him, I pretended to be busy with the bed pillows, though my cheeks caught on fire. “Goodnight, Raci.”
“Goodnight, Ayden. Thank you again.”
“You’re welcome. See you in the morning.”
Ayden shut the door softly behind him, yet I stood there not moving. I couldn’t believe I was about to climb into a stranger’s bed. What if he came up here in the middle of the night and tried to kill me?
No, he owns a dog, for Goodness sakes. People who owned dogs didn’t kill people, right?
Oh well, I was here, and I couldn’t just leave. I’d be walking into the dark storm again.
With a sigh, I plugged in my phone with the charger on the nightstand and slid underneath the covers. I pulled the blankets up to my chin and nestled in. The bedding smelled of clean laundry but a hint of something else, something more manly and spicy.
It had to him. Ayden.
I breathed in the smell more and tingles ran through me. I squeezed my thighs together, the desire between my legs growing strong and aching.
My hands began to roam over my body as I breathed his scent in deeper.
Would it be bad to touch myself in his bed?
His scent turned me on so much my pussy was literally throbbing, wetness pooling between my legs. Considering I had no panties on under his sweatpants, I could only imagine my wetness leaving its mark, a heady desire, strong and potent.
I slipped one hand under the waistband and down to my pussy, pushing one finger through my wet, slick seam.
“Fuck,” I moaned to myself as I felt how wet I was, all from the thought and smell of him. He turned me on like no other had before and I wanted more, more, more.
Touching my breasts with one hand, I squeezed my nipples, as I rubbed my clit, sliding my fingers down my wet seam and inside my pussy.
I would’ve killed for my vibrator, but for now my fingers would have to be enough.
One finger inside, then two, then three, pumping hard as I moved my other hand to my clit, rubbing the sensitive bean.
I squeezed my eyes shut as I lost myself in the moment, only me, an image of him, and his scent, pushing me higher and higher, my orgasm building slowly.
Continuing the movements, I didn’t stop as I panted and whispered his name into the dark room, bringing myself to near orgasm, once, twice, and then finally falling apart, my orgasm ripping through me as my entire body shook.
I couldn’t catch my breath as I started at the ceiling, my entire body tingling and shivering, pleasure reaching every last part of me.
I continued touching myself, drawing more orgasms out, my clit super sensitive. I couldn’t stop. It felt so damn good.
Finally, spent and exhausted, after several orgasms, I curled into a ball and closed my eyes. But sleep didn’t come.
All I could do was stare at the ceiling.
The wind and rain howled.
The hours slowly slipped by.
I finally fell asleep shortly after dawn broke, but it didn’t last long, waking up in a sweaty fit, realizing I was horny all over again.
Once more, I touched myself and got off to the thoughts and smells of Ayden, afraid I’d never feel this way again. Not after today, not after I went home and never saw the guy again.
A knock sounded on the door.
I froze, almost near orgasm, and quickly sat up in bed. Shit!
A quick glance at my phone told me it was after seven, meaning I fell back asleep for a couple of hours, but God damn, I was hornier now than when I went to sleep.
Pushing my hair out of my face and smoothing the sheets down, I called, “Come in!”
Ayden opened the door and popped his head around. “Hey, good morning. Did I wake you?”
I laughed. “A little too late for that question, hmm?”
“Sorry. Just wanted to give you a heads up that the storm is over. I’ll make some breakfast and coffee and we can head out to find your car.”
“Thank you. I appreciate it.” I ruffled the blankets once more, afraid at what I might look like. Disheveled and insanely needy. Because that’s how I felt- so needy for him.
It was killing me.
“You’re welcome. See you downstairs.”
“See you.” I waved and he closed the door. I fell back against the pillows with a sigh, a very oh my God what the hell did I do sigh. I should’ve never touched myself in his bed. Ugh.
I’d be mortified if he found out.
But how could I resist?
Every time I laid eyes on the man just confirmed what I knew all along.
I wanted him. Badly.