Snowed In & Set Up

by Whitley Cox

  He spun around to put another log on the stack, and there she was, standing in front of him, an amber-eyed vixen. The wind whipped her hair around her like golden flames, while tanned and toned legs peeked out from beneath her big ski jacket. Was she in a skirt?

  “Hi.”

  Hunter ran up to him, her eyes bright and her cheeks flushed.

  “Do you like me?”

  He swallowed.

  “Do. You. Like. Me?”

  He nodded.

  “Then why won’t you kiss me?”

  “Hunter, I—”

  She cut him off and lunged at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and slamming her mouth against his, capturing his words, his gasp, his excuses. Then something happened. Something inside Austin clicked or snapped or finally woke up. This woman wanted him, and unlike the other women that had thrown themselves at him, he wanted her just as much, and he was willing to risk revealing his lack of experience, risk her tiring of him quickly, just to get a taste.

  He opened his mouth against hers, welcoming her tongue and encouraging her to explore. She hummed a response and pressed her body against him. His hands instinctively made their way down her torso to her butt. She was naked!

  He pulled his mouth away from hers. “You . . . You don’t have any underwear on!”

  She grinned, pitching forward and tracing his bottom lip with her tongue. “And what would you like to do about that?”

  Austin’s eyes went wide. “I’d like to fuck you senseless.”

  Hunter’s gaze was challenging as she dug a hand into her coat pocket. “Here.” She passed him the condom. “I need you to know that I’m not too good for you, or out of your league. And getting to know you is not a waste of time.” She bit her lip before speaking again. “I want you, Austin. I like you. I hate that I’ve had to throw myself at you, but if that’s what it takes . . . ”

  He took the condom from her, his eyes roaming across her face. He’d never seen such a mix of emotions painted across such beauty before. There was lust, of course, but also fear and embarrassment, maybe even a touch of anger. She was frustrated with him, and rightfully so. But had she also been worried, afraid he would turn her down? Probably. And she was probably embarrassed that she had to resort to accosting him in the woodshed wearing nothing but a miniskirt. Fuck, he was such a moron. He’d forced her into this, he’d forced her to throw herself at him.

  He shook his head. “No more throwing. I’m sorry. I’ve been an idiot. I want you too, so fucking much it hurts. I just . . . I haven’t been with many women. I’m not kinky, but I’m willing to try. I am curious.” The strain of his erection against his jeans was painful. The way this woman made his pulse race was enough to make him think he was having a heart attack right then and there.

  Her eyes were wide and beseeching. “I don’t care about any of that. We can learn together. I’m not that kinky.”

  “Learn together,” he said, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “I’d like to learn everything about you. Every square inch.”

  Something above them caught Hunter’s eye, and she looked up. His gaze followed hers.

  Holy shit!

  More mistletoe.

  Their eyes locked, amber to green. Finally, they understood each other. Finally, he would let his body do the talking rather than that stupid big brain of his.

  Without another word, Hunter went to leap up on to his hips, but he stopped her.

  “Can I at least do one thing properly?” he asked, giving her a small smile. He wasn’t going to fuck this up with her, at least not more than he already had.

  Her throat bobbed on a heavy swallow as she nodded.

  He released her hips, and his hands traveled up to cup her cheeks. Gazing into her eyes, those beautiful, deep, soulful amber eyes, he leaned in and gently brushed his lips against hers. “I know this isn’t the first kiss,” he whispered, his lips coasting across her cheek, then to her temple, only to retrace his path to the other cheek. “But I—”

  She shook her head and pulled away slightly to look at him, her eyes bright. “No, it’s perfect.”

  Austin let one hand drift down to her waist, and the other cupped the nape of her neck. His fingers wove their way into her silky golden tresses. Dipping her low, until all she could see was his face above her and the gray sky, he ducked his head again and kissed her. He’d never wanted to be romantic with the other women, never wanted to please them and make them feel special. They’d been orgasms offered up on a silver platter. He’d been too stupid, too young, too consumed with work to even attempt a relationship with any of them. But Hunter, Hunter was different. The light had finally come on inside his brain, and he wasn’t about to turn it off. He wanted to give her everything. Even if it was only for a short time.

  She blinked up at him when he pulled away, her eyes so full of wonder and contentment. She was happy. He hadn’t seen this look on Hunter since that first day, and he was the cause. He’d caused her to shed her smile, shed her happiness. Well, not anymore. Snowflakes fell on her lashes and sweet little nose. He continued to look down at her. She was perfect. And for some crazy reason, she wanted him.

  Heat and need whipped into a froth inside him. Before he knew what he was doing, he hauled her up, and with a flick of his wrist, lifted her up onto his hips. Then with the force of all his pent-up self-loathing and years of frustration and social awkwardness, he ploughed her over and up against the wall. His hands kneaded her tight, cold butt while his mouth crashed down on hers and his tongue demanded its way past her lips. She groaned against him, her fingers working their way into his hair, pulling him down to her. One of his hands made its way around to the front of her body between them. He ruffled up her jacket and skirt, searching for her heat. Was she wet for him? Oh God, just the thought of Hunter wet made Austin rage against her, pushing her back harder against the unforgiving, unfinished wood wall.

  His fingers continued to search. He growled low in surprise and appreciation when he found her hairless. She chuckled against his lips and bucked into those fingers, encouraging him to explore. Austin pulled his mouth away from hers and let it travel down along her jaw and throat until he found that sweet spot where the shoulder meets the neck. He nipped her lightly until she crooned, riding his fingers as they drew delightful little circles around her wet and swollen clit.

  His pulse raced hot and fierce as his mouth feasted on her flesh, licking and nipping her silky-soft skin. The erection in his jeans pressed eagerly against her bare cleft. Hunter tipped her head back against the cold wood wall of the lean-to shed, and Austin took that as an invitation and tucked his head in tighter, nibbling and sucking, licking and nuzzling her slender neck. She smelled fucking fantastic. Like spice and heaven. He hardly knew the woman, and yet nothing else had plagued his thoughts the way Hunter did. He craved nothing else but her lips, her body, her heat since the moment he’d met her. She consumed his every thought in some form or another, most of those thoughts dirty.

  They were so much alike.

  Two lost souls searching for a purpose, for adventure. Why hadn’t he seen it before?

  He’d been too busy thinking he wasn’t enough for her. Well, he could be enough. He wanted to be enough. He had to be enough.

  “Yes,” Hunter sighed when he slipped one finger inside her, finding her hot, wet and ready for him. She squeezed her muscles around him and began to bob up and down, mewling when his thumb worked her clit and his teeth grazed her neck.

  “Hunter.” Austin growled low in his throat, making sure her thighs were safely wrapped around his hips and her back firmly against the wall so that he could move his free hand from her butt and inside her coat. “Oh, God, Hunter . . . ” One hand slipped into her tank top.

  Oh fuck, she was braless too.

  He groaned again when a diamond-hard nipple pricked the pad of his thumb. The woman had perfect breasts, big and full, rounded mounds, creamy and soft. Since that first night when she’d taken off her sweater and
sat playing games in the living room, wearing nothing but a tight white T-shirt, he’d been a goner.

  “Austin, c-condom,” she stammered.

  Lifting his mouth from her neck, he paused his hands and looked at her.

  One blonde eyebrow lifted up half an inch. “Condom?”

  He shook his head. “Oh. Oh yeah, right. Uh . . . ” He started looking around on the ground. He must have dropped it. “I, uh, I must have . . . Shit. Uh . . . ” Finally, his eyes landed on the little black and gold foil packet lying in the snow, half-buried by new flurries. Shit, how was he going to get it without dropping Hunter or letting her go and pulling himself from her decadent heat?

  She laughed. “It’s okay. Get the condom.” Instead of motioning to slip off his hips, she squeezed him tighter with her thighs, wrapped her arms around his neck and tilted her head toward the ground. “Use your legs, not your back.” Her giggle made his cock grow longer and thicker by the second, and the sweet and spicy smell of her was driving his senses wild.

  He smirked before slowly moving them away from the wall. Still attached, he gently bent down in an awkward squat next to the condom and snatched it up, only to rush them both back over and against the wall in less than a second.

  “Sorry about that,” he murmured.

  She blinked a few stray flurries off her lashes and shook her head, more sweet and girly giggles bubbling up from her ample chest. “Don’t be. It was funny and dorky and sweet.”

  Dear God, the woman was fucking incredible. Her cheeks and nose were a rosy pink, and her amber eyes shone bright and eager at him, welcoming him to make the next move, encouraging him to show her he felt the same way.

  Swallowing hard, he quickly tore open the condom, doing some serious sex ninja moves, where he kept her pinned against the wall but still managed to get his zipper and belt undone. He pushed his pants and boxers down to his ankles, rolled on the condom, then grabbed her, sheathing himself to the hilt immediately. He’d wasted enough time dodging Hunter’s advances, ignoring his feelings and making excuses. He wasn’t wasting any more time now. He had to have her, and he had to have her now.

  Hunter’s eyes flashed wide from the impact. She let out a grunt of pleasure when he hit her deep and hard. His hands came up under her arms inside her coat and around her ribcage, the pads of his thumbs brushing her nipples overtop the thin fabric of the tank top, her dusky areolas visible beneath the sheer white. He needed them in his mouth. He needed to bite and suckle her, feel her squirm and moan as pain and pleasure commingled inside her body. He needed to make the woman lose all control because he’d already made her wait, made her make the first move. But no more. Now he was going to make the moves, and all Hunter had to do was sit back and enjoy.

  Dipping his head low, he used his cheeks to push her jacket open. His hands drew her tank top up past her belly to expose her breasts. He tugged one crimson bud into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue, then he took it between his teeth and pulled. She inhaled from the bite of pain, and he grinned with her nipple still in his teeth, all the while continuing to buck into her, desperate to be deeper, to possess every inch of her.

  She whimpered next to his ear, her hands unwilling to release his hair. “Oh, God, Austin.” Her moan was the sexiest thing he’d ever heard in his life. His cock grew harder from the husky tenor of her voice. She sounded like a fucking porn star.

  Grabbing her fingers from his hair, he clasped them together and brought her arms above her head and pinned them there so she couldn’t move. His hips slammed into hers until all she could do was balance on his waist and take everything he gave her. He was all over her. Hands on her body, mouth on her body, cock inside her. He needed it all. He’d gone to bed the last four nights dreaming of nothing but taking Hunter in every way, in every position, and now that he finally had her, he didn’t want to disappoint.

  She tensed in his arms and her breath hitched. She was close.

  Yes.

  Pinching her eyes shut, she tossed back her head and let the orgasm break free of her body with a rattled gasp and a sharp cry.

  “Yes, Austin . . . Oh God, yes.”

  He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt such pleasure. And not just from how good it felt to be inside Hunter, because the woman was incredible, so tight, so sweet, her skin was like silk; but the way she threw her head back, called out his name, wriggled against him, he was on Cloud 9.

  “Hunter,” he groaned as she clenched around him. God, he loved her name. Loved saying it. It was so strong, so powerful, so her. He wedged his free hand between them, still keeping her arms pinned above her head with the other one, hips still bucking wildly. He flicked his finger back and forth over her engorged clit, loving how wet and swollen she was for him.

  She was exquisite. The flush of pink on her skin, her long lashes feathered out against her cheeks as she perched on his cock with her eyes closed, exhausted from his lovemaking. He’d graduated top of his class with each and every degree, been given countless awards and honors, and yet nothing compared to the elation of knowing he was able to make Hunter come so hard. He may have made her scream, may have made her lose her mind, but he’d lost his heart to her the moment she found him out there in the snow. He couldn’t wait to spill himself inside the beauty he’d been too afraid to kiss, too afraid to touch. Well, those fears were no more. The way she reacted to him, squeezing his cock, milking him, welcoming him. He was going to take Hunter as often as she would let him, make up for lost time and the days he’d wasted letting his head do the thinking.

  Hunter’s entire body was on fire. What the fuck had he been talking about—little experience? Not kinky? The man was a fucking sex machine. It’d been ages since a man had made her feel this good. Made her skin prickle and flames dance along her arms and deep in her belly. Sweat misted her brow as Austin continued to ram into her, the look of pure passion and masculine triumph etched across his face in a surly scowl and pinched brows. He was concentrating fiercely on the task at hand, the way his body molded to hers, his lips searing hot on her skin. His touch made her cry out for more. He was a prodigy in every sense of the word. They were going to be fine.

  “Austin,” she whispered again, another orgasm brewing in her core with every harsh plunge of his cock.

  Her clit and channel still hummed from the first climax. It had been intense. Incredible. Life-changing. And he still wasn’t through with her. The man was insatiable. Her pussy quivered and squeezed him on each draw as he swept past her walls, only to slam back in, deep and ruthless.

  “I’m close again.”

  Unable to recall the last time an orgasm this big threatened to unleash inside her, and even though climaxing consumed nearly every thought at that moment, she was also a tad frightened. It was going to be huge, bigger than the last two, she just knew it.

  “Oh fuck,” he groaned against her nipple, his tongue swiping across the tender bud before he clamped down with his teeth again and pulled.

  “Fuck. I . . . I can’t. I can’t hold on. Oh . . . Oh Jesus . . . Oh fuck!” She strained against him as he hammered her into the cold wall of the shed, her entire body going rigid with the brutality of her release. Snow continued to fall around them, the wind whipping flakes into their faces and against their bodies inside the shelter of the lean-to. But the snowflakes melted on contact from their heated skin. Both flushed. Both on fire. She arched her back and pressed her breasts into his face, desperate for more, to prolong the pleasure, prolong the orgasm. Austin responded and took the other nipple into his mouth and sucked, ferociously striking it with his tongue until she silently pleaded for more.

  Every muscle, every nerve ending, every cell in Hunter’s body was a full-on inferno as the orgasm continued to pinball around inside her. From the tips of her hair and down to her curling toes, the pleasure just unfurled and unfurled over and over again, rolling right into another before she even had a chance to come down from the first. It hit her like a sniper bullet, from out o
f nowhere, without warning and right on target.

  “Fuck. Austin . . . ”

  Holy mother of God, I’m going to pass out.

  But he continued driving into her, his pelvis a battering ram against her clit, his hand holding hers captive above her head and his lips tirelessly roamed across her scorching flesh.

  “Austin,” she whispered again. “Please come. I think I’m going to pass out if I come any more.”

  He buried his head between her breasts, his words a mumble that made her gasp. “No. More. You need to have more.”

  “Aust . . . ” Her head lolled to the side, and she tensed around him one more time as the last orgasm unraveled. Lifting his face from her chest, he kissed her hard, shoving his tongue into her mouth, challenging her to a duel. Languidly, she stroked his tongue with hers, but she was exhausted, sated, completely and utterly gone. Too tired to open her lips, to move her tongue more than just back and forth. She pulled away from his mouth. “Aust . . . ”

  “One more.”

  She shook her head. “No. I can’t.”

  “You will.” Before she could blink, Austin pulled out of her, set her bare bum down on a pile of wood, spread her legs wide, crouched down, and dove in face-first.

  She gasped, inhaling the surrounding scents: fresh snow and yellow cedar, with the faintest but most divine smell of Austin. He smelled minty fresh but also manly. She laced her fingers in his hair and pulled on the ends, loving the way he groaned and responded to the pain by just giving her more pleasure.

  His tongue was hot velvet against her tender flesh, and the way her body ignited to new life had her moaning and bucking into his face. He drew her sensitive clit into his mouth and tugged before sucking viciously and twitching his tongue over the hood.

  She wriggled on the cold wood. The bark was rough under her buttocks, but the chill was welcome on her searing skin. “Oh fuck. I—I’m close again. Inside m-me . . . NOW!”

  The man didn’t even have to touch her, and that smile, that primal growl that rumbled at the back of his throat would have been enough to catapult her over the edge. His eyes were hooded with feral need, and as he gripped her hips again and lifted her up on to his waist, Hunter was gone. She was Austin’s for as long as he would have her. He rammed his cock inside her, and she let go one last time.