by Nina West
Ohhhhh... shit.
I watch as Henry’s fist closes tight by his side.
Ronan’s not done though, stepping right into his face. “And if you hurt her again like you did last time—”
“I’m ready to go.” I dive in between them, forcing them apart, and rope my arms around Henry’s waist.
Henry’s chest is puffing with anger. The last time I saw him look like this, he had just punched Scott.
“Come on, Henry. It’s time to go,” I plead. “It’s not worth it.”
After several long, tense moments, he releases a long sigh and weaves his fingers through mine. He leads me out into the biting night air.
I glance back at Ronan once, to find him lighting a cigarette, his intense gaze still on us. “What the hell was that about?”
“I was just getting to know your friend,” he answers mildly. In his next breath, his voice turns steely. “Do you still want him?”
“No! Why?”
“Are you still attracted to him?”
Ronan still is and will always be attractive. I can’t say that to Henry, not in his current state. But I also don’t want to lie. “Are you attracted to Margo?” I throw back.
Henry’s jaw tightens. He knows he can’t deny that without lying, because he’s already admitted as much. Every breathing, heterosexual male is attracted to Margo, along with most everyone else.
I’m shivering. Henry shrugs off his checkered jacket and holds it out for me to slip on. “I guess you didn’t have a chance to grab a jacket, what with those two assholes coming to my doorstep to throw you over their shoulder and carry you here.”
“How do you—”
“Security cameras, Abbi. They’re everywhere. Don’t ever forget that.”
I curl my arm through his to bring myself closer to him. “I don’t want Ronan, if that’s what you’re asking. I don’t think about being with him again. I don’t think about anyone but you. You are all I need or want.”
The gravel crunches under our feet as we pass the shower houses, where the sounds of running water and laughter carry.
“And yet I walked in there tonight to find him hanging over you, and you looking like you were enjoying every second of it.”
“Ronan wasn’t trying anything. I mean, he asked me if I was happy, but after how sad he saw me, of course he would. We just.... I can’t explain our relationship. I guess maybe it’s like yours with Margo.”
“He has feelings for you.”
“No. It’s not like that.”
“It is. Trust me.”
I sigh. “How did that fight start, anyway?” Henry was listening politely to a few of the kitchen staff rave about the chef, and how talented she is, when I left to use the restroom.
“I needed some fresh air. I went out and found him there smoking. He didn’t waste any time telling me that you deserve all my love and attention and I better be giving it to you.”
“Oh.” I frown. “Well, that’s not the worst thing for Ronan to say.”
“He also said that you don’t want to be treated like a good little girl.”
I sigh. I remember telling Ronan something about that—about how Henry liked that I was so innocent—way back when I also believed that he slept with that journalist because he wasn’t satisfied with my innocence. I can’t believe Ronan would have the balls to say that to Henry, though.
“It took everything in me to not knock his teeth out. I know exactly what you need.”
“I’m sorry, Henry. Maybe you were right. It was a bad idea to come here, tonight.”
Silence lingers. “They didn’t hurt your hip carrying you over here, did they?” he finally asks, more softly.
“No. It’s fine. After this afternoon, you know it’s fine.”
He smiles slyly. “Did you have fun tonight?”
“I did, until I ran into Tillie.” I tell him about the betting pool, and note the lack of shock or anger on his face. “You don’t seem surprised.”
“I’m not. And you shouldn’t be, either. You can’t let those kinds of things get to you.”
“Yeah, but they’re my friends.”
“Friends will disappoint you all the time. That’s why I don’t keep many friends.”
“But they—”
“They’re people who came into your life and who will leave just as quickly. You won’t remember half their names in ten years. Others, you won’t even remember that they exist. They won’t come running when you need them, believe me. If they want to waste their time and money betting against us, let them. None of them will be winning a damn dime, that I promise you.”
“You’re so sure?”
He slows to a stop, to face me. Roping his arms around my body, he pulls me into his chest. “Do you remember the first night we met? When I had to carry your drunk ass home?”
I giggle as I peer up into his beautiful blue eyes, slipping my arms around him. “Some parts, yeah.”
A couple heads toward us along the path, and I hear a whisper of, “Is that Wolf?”
Henry ignores them, leaning in to whisper in my ear, “You were going on and on about needing to lose your virginity, and your mouth was pressed up against my neck.”
“Yes. Unfortunately, I remember that well,” I mutter wryly.
“I carried you along this path, past that,” he points to a nearby toolshed, “and I was so fucking tempted to bring you in there and give you exactly what you needed. Right there.”
“Why didn’t you?”
He gives me a flat look. “Because contrary to what your mother thinks, I do have some morals. But you owned me that night.” His alcohol-laced breath skates over my face. “I went home and jerked off—twice—thinking about fucking you. I couldn’t tell you the last time I jerked off to thoughts of a woman before that, let alone twice in one night. It’d definitely been a few years.”
My breath quickens. “Where?” I whisper.
His eyebrows rise.
“Where did you do it? In the shower? In bed?”
“Once on the couch. Once in bed.” He smirks. “Why? Do you like picturing me doing that?”
“Yes,” I admit, smiling shyly. Thoughts of watching Henry in the shower that very first time—his legs spread and his arm flexing, his fist gripping his length tightly as he stroked himself—flood back to me. I’ve watched him touch himself plenty since then, but that first time will always burn in my memory.
A familiar ache throbs between my legs, and my skin starts to flush.
He’s hardening against my stomach.
“And were we in that toolshed, in your thoughts?” I ask softly. It’s like toying with a dangerous animal now, taunting him and arousing him like this so far from our place, but thanks to the tequila, I can’t help myself.
He slides his hands into the coat I’m wearing and then feels his way under my shirt. I squeal with the chill from his hands, but he doesn’t stop, sliding them all the way up my back to unfasten my bra.
“We were. The first time.” He bends to whisper into my ear. “I stripped you down and fucked your pussy on the work bench. The second time, I bent you over and fucked your ass until you came. You screamed the entire time, but you loved it.”
My thighs clench together. Blunt, dirty-talking Henry is one of my favorites. “That would have been a very enlightening night, then.”
“I knew even then that I didn’t have a hope in hell of resisting you, even though I convinced myself otherwise. You’d already won me over. And you keep winning me over, night after night. So, yeah. I’m sure that those fools who are betting against us are nothing but fools.” He bends down to lay a soft kiss against my lips. It’s followed quickly by a much deeper one, stirring every nerve ending in my body.
Behind us, I hear the sound of footfalls on gravel and a few catcalls, but Henry doesn’t relent, his one hand sliding down to cup my ass and pull my body flush against his erection.
I’m surprised that he’s doing this in the middle of the staff vill
age. Maybe he’s more drunk than he’s letting on, what with all the Scotch earlier and the shots he just did. Or maybe he’s so angry with what Ronan said, he’s trying to prove that satisfying my “appetite” will not be an issue. Either way, I’m not about to stop him. Let people see us. Let the jealous bitches like Tillie get a good look at us. I let my hands fist around his hair and I lose myself in the feel of his tongue dancing against mine, no longer aware of the cool temperatures. My desire to get his clothes off and feel him thrusting into me outweighs everything else.
“I need you right now,” I whisper against his mouth.
“Then we better start walking, fast.”
An impulsive idea strikes me. “I can’t wait that long.” Breaking away from his mouth, I grab his hand and begin tugging him down the path.
“Abbi, what do you think you’re doing?” he asks with amusement.
“You know exactly what I’m doing. If they haven’t changed the code....” I punch in the five-digit code I used when I needed a shovel or trowel from this toolshed, surprised that I still remember it.
“I’m not sure you realize—”
I yank open the door to find the dull light already on inside.
“Oh my God!” I yell. Simon the bellhop is bent over the work bench with his pants pushed down to his ankles and Omar from outdoor crew is behind him, thrusting into his ass.
“Holy shit.” Omar’s eyes grow wide with fear as he pulls out of Simon and scrambles to yank his pants up, jamming his condom-clad, hard dick into his briefs. Simon moves almost as quickly, tucking his own swollen length in with a touch more care.
And suddenly the two of them are staring at the two of us, both of their faces panic-stricken.
Henry nods to the door. “Get the fuck out.”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Wolf. We just didn’t have anywhere else to go,” Omar says, a pleading tone in his voice.
Henry’s hand in the air stalls Omar from saying more. “No need to explain. No one will hear about this. Now get out.”
The two of them scurry out, tossing a “sorry” as they pass us.
Henry pulls the door shut. And starts to chuckle. “What was that I said, about you somehow always finding your way into rooms where people are fucking?”
My giggles follow soon after as I press my face into his chest. “Oh my God, I had no idea....”
“That people used this shed to fuck? Or that those two are gay?”
“Both? I mean, I’ve overheard some people talking about doing it in the sheds, but those two....” I look up at Henry’s secretive smile and it dawns on me. “You knew. How did you... security footage,” I answer for myself.
“All these keypads are connected to a main system, so we know when people are going in. Someone’s been going in every night around the same time for the last few weeks, so they checked the camera footage on the path nearby. It wasn’t hard to figure out what was going on.”
“So you’ve known and you let it happen?”
Henry’s lips twist. “People are fucking like rabbits everywhere around here. But I’m guessing it’s a lot harder for guys like these two. Some of their roommates might take issue with them bending each other over in the showers. So I told Belinda to leave it alone, as long as no problems arise.”
“That was... kind of you.” I glance over to where Omar and Simon were and see the bottle of lubricant. “I’ve never seen two guys like that before.”
“Why am I not surprised?”
“Have you?”
“Yes,” he answers without hesitation, his hands rubbing and down my arms in an affectionate warming motion. But of course Henry has.
I know he hasn’t been with a guy before, he’s told me as much. I hesitate. “And does watching two men... do anything for you?”
“No. But it also doesn’t bother me.” A mock frown settles across his face. “So, why did you bring me in here again?”
“I was feeling adventurous, but....” I giggle nervously as I press myself into him. “Who knows who else uses this shed. Maybe we should head back to our cabin.”
Henry smoothly grabs a hammer from the rack and jams it through the door handle, stopping anyone from being able to open it. “You know I don’t like quitters.” With a hand on my back, he guides me to stand exactly where Simon was moments ago. “Not when there’s a perfectly good bottle of lube here that shouldn’t go to waste.” He spins me around and stands behind me, his hands gripping my waist. He dips down to nibble and kiss the crook of my neck.
Shivers course through my limbs, over my breasts, between my legs.
“Are you cold?”
“A little,” I admit, even though adrenaline is racing through my veins.
“Then you should leave my coat on. For now.” Slipping his hands down into either side of my leggings, Henry eases them down to my ankles, followed by my panties, leaving my most sensitive flesh exposed to the air.
Gooseflesh covers my thighs, and small plumes of hot air sail from my mouth, and yet even with the temperatures, my breath begins to quicken in anticipation, the promise for release under Henry’s touch sending a flush of heat through my core.
“Put your arms on the table and bend over.”
Just like Simon.
I obey, and find myself studying the smooth concrete floor beneath my feet, and Henry’s black work boots as they come up behind me.
My mouth falls open in a slight gasp as Henry slides his hand in between my legs and begins rubbing back and forth. I instinctively set my legs farther apart to give him better access, which he eagerly takes.
Two fingers slip into me and begin stroking in and out, growing the pool of wetness already there. Soon a third finger joins, stretching me wide.
“You’re dripping, Abbi.”
“Because I want you so badly.”
“You made me come all the way out here, tonight. I was expecting to find you warm and naked in my bed. You made me wait,” he says calmly. “Maybe I should make you wait.”
I rock my body against his hand in the same way I would against his cock if it were there.
“Abbi,” he growls, earning my taunting laugh.
I hear the jingle as he unbuckles his belt and unfastens his zipper, and then pushes his jeans down his thighs. Blood rushes to my belly and between my legs. I can feel it pumping into my pussy, making my clit swell with anticipation.
I arch my back and prepare for the sudden thrust into me that I know is coming.
But instead Henry grabs the bottle of lubricant. A moment later, silky liquid hits my tailbone and begins sliding downward in a stream. He uses his thumb to smear it along my tight entrance.
“You want that tonight?” I realize with a hint of nervousness. He hasn’t done that to me since that night in the truck, at that seedy bar.
“Let’s be clear; I want everything, every night.” He begins prodding with his thumb. It’s slick enough that it slides in with only a slight burn. “Open wider.”
I move my legs farther apart, and he continues to work me with both of his hands, his right stroking that spot deep inside me that makes heat flare in my belly while his left thumb slowly pushes in deeper from behind. My body responds quickly, the pressure growing and spreading down between my legs.
“Oh my God, this is too intense.”
His dark chuckle rattles in my chest. “Babe, I haven’t even started with intense.” He pulls his three fingers out. I feel the head of his cock rubbing against my entrance. I adjust my stance slightly to welcome it in. His first thrust is so fast and deep that I cry out with surprise.
“Too hard?” he murmurs, not sounding sorry at all.
“No. I want it harder,” I dare.
Every thrust after is at a languid pace, in and out, in and out, in no rush to get either of us off it seems, as Henry divides his focus between his cock and the thumb he’s pumping in and out of my ass.
The burn is just starting to subside when I hear the bottle of lubricant compress and a dollop of lube
pool over my tight skin. He trades his thumb for two fingers.
“Breathe. I’ll go slow,” he guides.
I close my eyes and concentrate on my breathing as he very slowly pushes two fingers into me, stretching my muscles. His pelvis barely rocks as he allows my body to adjust to the intrusion.
“Still good?” Henry murmurs, pushing my jacket and shirt up. He loves a good view.
“Yes,” I manage to get out, my muscles involuntarily squeezing tightly. There’s so much lube on me that it’s not long before I feel the press of his knuckles against my skin. He’s all the way in.
He folds over me to whisper into my ear, “Do you like it?”
I pant at the pressure this new position has caused. “I like everything you do to me, Henry.”
His free hand slips up the front of my shirt to fill with a breast, the bra that he unfastened earlier useless in this position. “Everything?”
“Everything.”
“Did you like it when I fucked your ass?”
“Yes,” I admit shyly.
“Good.” He presses a kiss against my jawline, sending shivers through my core. “Because I’m going to do it now.”
My muscles spasm against his dirty words. Am I ready for this again? Right here in a toolshed? “Okay.” I don’t think I could say no to Henry, even if I wanted to.
He promptly slides his fingers and his cock out of me, leaving me empty. Grabbing me by the waist, he turns me around and hoists me onto the bench.
“How come this way?”
Working his jacket off me, he balls it up and sets it behind me. He lines my hips up with the edge and then guides me down to lie on the table.
“Because it’s more intense this way. And I want to see your face.” He pushes against the back of my thighs until my legs are practically pressed against my chest. “I want to watch you scream.”
He drops to his knees and, leaning in, swirls the very tip of his tongue over my slick puckered skin.
“Oh my God.” I gasp, my muscles clenching.
Around and around, his tongue works, his eyes locked on mine as he teases me mercilessly.
I’m terribly exposed in this position, but I guess that’s the point. I glance at the door, momentarily horrified at the idea of someone walking in on me like this. But it’s barred with a hammer. Even if someone punches in the code, no one’s coming in.