Snowed In & Set Up

by Whitley Cox

  “Oh my God!”

  “Hunter!”

  “Austin!”

  His teeth found the soft spot of skin in the divot of her collarbone, and he clamped down hard. She sucked in a breath through clenched teeth and groaned, her pussy tightening from the bite of pain. He let out a grunt against her skin, stiffened and then let go. The pulsing of his release against her walls was divine, but Hunter was too exhausted to coax out another orgasm. So instead, she tightened and released, tightened and released, drawing him deeper inside her to heighten his orgasm.

  His breath was warm against her skin as he finally let out a sigh, his body going lax with the end of his climax.

  Hunter giggled. “I’m not sure what you’ve been worried about.”

  Austin’s shoulders lifted and then dropped, his lips traveling lightly along her neck and chest before he finally lifted his head and he looked her in the eyes. “Me either. I’m so sorry. I . . . You’re unbelievable, and I just . . . I just didn’t believe I could ever be enough for you.”

  “But you are,” she said softly, loving the feel of him holding her, inside her, close to her.

  “God, Hunter, I’ve wasted so much time, too much time being afraid that I wouldn’t be enough for you. Thinking you were out of my league.”

  She pressed her finger to his lips. “Shh. Don’t dwell on it. You’ve smartened up now, and that’s what matters. We’ve got all night and tomorrow morning. And then . . .” she trailed off, not wanting to assume too much or count any chickens.

  “And then I’ll do it properly and take you out on a date once we’re back in Seattle. Do you like the Arkells? I have tickets to their January concert. The seats are pretty good.”

  Her chest tightened, and a smile that could melt snow erupted onto her face. “I’d like that.”

  Austin leaned forward and rubbed his nose against hers. “And I like you.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  You could have cut the sexual tension in the living room all night with a broadsword. Since their feral coupling in the woodshed earlier that afternoon, the air around Hunter and Austin sizzled and sparked with the desire for more. They (Austin) had wasted far too much time already not in bed, and they (Austin) needed to make up for lost time. He needed to continue to apologize for his stupidity. Win Hunter over once and for all. Hear his name, her pleas for more, her appeals to a higher power and crude profanities spill across her succulent lips as he drank her down. Watch her grip the sheets until her knuckles turned white and her toes curled. They’d all hopped briefly into the hot tub, and finally, Austin and Hunter had cuddled up together. It’d nearly killed him not to bring her to orgasm right then and there. Lord (and everyone else too) knew there were nefarious things going on beneath the bubbles, and the way Hunter ground her pelvis into his fingers told him he was doing all the right things. But he wanted to keep her climaxes for himself. Those were Austin’s and Austin’s alone.

  Once back into the house for the night, everyone ducked away to their rooms. Rowan and Juney nipped off to her room, while Will chased Amber down the hallway, the little redhead skipping and giggling as the big doctor prowled after her with a dark growl.

  “I’m going to shower quick,” Hunter said as they approached her bedroom door. “I hate the smell of chlorine, and the chemicals irritate my skin if I don’t wash them off. I wake up all red and blotchy and itchy. Do you mind?”

  Did he mind what?

  Panic swamped him. Was she sending him to bed? Calling it a night? Shit, was that it? One searing hot tryst in the woodshed, some hand stuff in the hot tub, and they were done for the night?

  “Uh, no?”

  Her giggle made his cock surge to life in his damp shorts. “I’ll only be a few minutes.” She sucked on her lip before asking, “Your room or mine?”

  Oh, thank frickin’ God.

  “Uh, yours?”

  She nodded. “All right. I’ll be quick.”

  Austin opened Hunter’s bedroom door, immediately feeling like an intruder. This was her room, well not her room, but it was the room she had been sleeping in alone for the last four nights while he slept alone as well. Thinking, dreaming, imagining nothing but Hunter and her perfect body tucked beneath the crisp red sheets. Did she sleep naked? Did she pack any of her kinky toys? Had his petulant behavior forced her to use any of those toys?

  The bedside light with it’s red lampshade was on, and it lent the room a romantic hue. Sitting down on the bed, he gave it a couple of quick test bounces, then stood back up and wandered around. Hunter’s suitcase was perched in the corner on the luggage rack, open, while the clothes inside were all neatly rolled up. Her hair and beauty products sat neatly on the vanity, and when he inspected further, he realized they’d been organized according to height.

  Huh.

  He’d just learned something new about his lady-love. She had a few quirky little OCD tendencies. They were definitely a match. He snorted and smiled to himself, catching a glimpse of his happiness in the mirror and only snorting again because of it, followed by a headshake.

  He was a moron.

  Why did he wait so long?

  Thank God, Hunter had more sense than he did. He ran a finger gently over the perfectly organized bottles; wouldn’t she lose her mind to see his medicine cabinet at home? He had a legend on the inside of the door. Everything was color-coded and organized not only by height but also by frequency of use. Yeah, he was Sheldon all right. And he’d finally met his match.

  The shower across the hall came alive, and he pictured Hunter inside, dripping wet as the heated water sluiced over her perfect skin. Her nipples tightening to pebbles and her perfect pussy softening as she ran her soapy hand down her body and flicked her clit. His cock sprung up again inside his shorts, and he adjusted himself before sitting down on the bed. He closed his eyes and hummed softly at the thought of Hunter covered in soapy bubbles.

  Opening his eyes at the sudden epiphany that struck him, he whipped out his phone and started to Google. Even if he wasn’t experienced, he knew how to research and learn better than anyone. And as soon as he read something once, it was committed to memory for life. He brought up the site he’d been searching for and went to task.

  Engrossed in what he was reading, while also trying to do the moves inside his mouth, he didn’t hear the door open.

  “What’s so fascinating?” Her husky voice drew him out of his trance and made all the blood leave his brain and flood to his groin.

  Illuminated by the hall light, Hunter stood like a white-toweled angel. She’d worn a one-piece into the hot tub earlier, a sexy little red number with cut-outs at the waist and a plunging neckline. Her cleavage alone had made Austin pitch a tent before they even slid into the hot water. She looked drop-dead stunning, of course. But now, somehow, without makeup and wrapped up in nothing but a towel, with her damp hair curling in thick clumps around her shoulders, she was more beautiful than ever before. A natural goddess. His to pleasure. His to obey. Moisture flooded his mouth as he flicked his phone off and stowed it on the nightstand.

  “Hmm?” she hummed, lifting one eyebrow as she stepped off the threshold and inside. “What were you reading? More work stuff?”

  He shook his head, his eyes fixated on the towel and how badly he wanted her to ditch it. He’d felt her, tasted her, but he’d yet to see her. “No. Not work,” he replied. “Studying.”

  “I didn’t know you were back in school. Can you go any higher than a PhD?”

  He stood on wobbly legs. The woman made him weak in the knees. She made him weak, period. But no more. Their time in the woodshed had turned on the light bulb, galvanized a need so fierce, so primal, so all-consuming that he was determined to be the man Hunter wanted, the man Hunter needed. No more of this insecure Sheldon doofus bullshit.

  No.

  He would prove to her, to himself, to everyone that he wasn’t this socially awkward little puberty-plagued freshman they all thought he was. That he thought he was.
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br />   With each step, more newfound confidence pumped through his veins and, before he knew it, he was next to her as she stood in front of the vanity and liberally applied some cream beneath her eyes.

  She gave him the side-eye and smiled. “You want some retinol for those purple bags? I could stow my entire summer wardrobe in them, they’re so big.”

  “Maybe later,” he purred, grabbing her by the elbows and turning her to face him. The tube of cream dropped to the floor, and her eyes flashed wide at him in surprise. “Right now I want to see you.” He reached for the top of her towel as she let her arms float down to her sides, watching him. He pulled the ends away and let the terry cloth plop to the ground. She was magnificent. Toned and tanned, curvy and feminine. What sculptors and artists, photographers and fashion designers envisioned when they thought of a woman. Sensuous and strong. The epitome of sexuality and all things erotic. A muse.

  “You’re incredible,” he said quietly, his eyes slowly, so very slowly traveling the length of her. Imprinting every curve, every freckle on his brain for eternity. The woman was a masterpiece.

  She swallowed hard and a sweet pink tongue darted out between her lips, running invitingly along the crease. “Austin,” she sighed.

  “I was such a fool.”

  “You were.”

  “A moron.”

  “A big one.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “You should be.”

  “I’m going to apologize properly.”

  “That could be fun.”

  He gently trailed a finger down her arm and then across her torso beneath the curve of her ample breast. The only betrayal of her nerves was the rapid rise and fall of her chest; otherwise, she appeared calm. Was she normally a top or a bottom? Something told him Hunter was a bottom who liked to switch now and then. He would pull up his bootstraps and research more on being a top. Since hearing about her Curiously Kinky company, he’s been researching BDSM every night and had learned a lot. He wasn’t sure he had it in him to be a true “top,” but for Hunter he was willing to try anything.

  “I want to worship you, Hunter,” he said. “Hear you scream. Watch you lose yourself as I pleasure you over and over again.”

  She let out a nervous little huff. “You nearly fucked me until I blacked out in the woodshed. I have no doubt in your skills.”

  He grinned. That’d been such a thrill. He’d never done anything like that before, never even gone down on a woman before, but something inside him, something visceral, something primitive had taken over, and the need to feel her come again and again and again had manifested into an obsession for him. An orgasm for each day he’d missed out. For each day he had been too caught up in his own brain, in his own shortcomings and made Hunter feel as though he didn’t want her.

  He looked up at her. He’d been watching her nipples harden right in front of him. Gorgeous little red peaks, tight and screaming at him to be licked, to be sucked, bitten, tugged, twisted and tweaked. “On the bed, on your back,” he said softly but with an edge of command in his voice. If Hunter wanted a dominant in the bedroom, he was going to give her whatever she wanted.

  With the grace of Aphrodite, she strolled over to the bed and eased herself on, letting her hair fan out around behind her like strands of spun gold.

  “Fuck me, Austin,” she said, lifting her arms and reaching for him. “Take me, please.”

  Oh God, how he loved the sound of her voice. Begging him to fuck her.

  He shook his head and climbed onto the bed, positioning himself above her, his arms on either side of her body, their eyes locked in a fiery gaze. She let her arms rest on his shoulders, applying a bit of pressure to pull him down to her, but he resisted, instead dipping his head and capturing her mouth with his. It was a sweet and sensual kiss. A kiss that said, “I’m not rushing a damn thing tonight.”

  He flicked his tongue out and gently pried open her lips, slipping it inside her mouth and massaging her tongue. She met his dance and pace, step for step, joining him, following his lead.

  She tasted like heaven.

  Like perfection.

  Like Hunter.

  Groaning against his mouth, she lifted her hips up off the bed and thrust into him. He was painfully hard, so he let his own need take over for a moment and pushed back into her, allowing her to rub against him. The heat between her legs, the smell of her, her little moans and the way she grappled for him was too much. He was going to lose it and either explode in his shorts or strip and take her hard and fast, and neither of those were part of the plan. The plan was to please Hunter. Make Hunter come so hard, come so much he would ruin her for other men. He wanted to be all she would ever need. All she would ever want.

  “Take me,” she panted against his lips as he lifted his head and nuzzled her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent.

  “Not yet.”

  “Please . . . ” Her plea fled her on a sigh as he ran his tongue up along the vein in her neck.

  He groaned in self-inflicted agony and lifted his head from her neck, gazing down into her beautiful eyes. Bright amber blinked back at him in confusion.

  “Not yet. Right now is about you. Just . . . ” He planted a kiss to her lips and then one to her chin, another to her neck. “Lie back and . . . ” More kisses down her chest and to the swell of each breast. “Enjoy.” He laved a scarlet peak, and she moaned above him as she arched her back. Drawing the bud into his mouth, he lashed it with his tongue, then pulled hard and sucked. She inhaled quickly. He shifted it to his teeth and bit down gently, tugging just a tad, just enough. Her eyes flashed wide, and she mewled. He delivered the same attention to her other breast while his hand came up and his fingers twisted and tweaked its twin.

  “Austin . . . ”

  Releasing her nipple, he continued on his descent, swirling his tongue around her navel. Her perfect little pierced navel. The ring was a shiny barbell with a small flower of diamonds or crystals or something hovering just above. He flicked it with his tongue, and she gasped.

  Kissing her mound, he sank down low onto his belly and spread her legs. Was she wet for him? Looking beneath her, he noticed a small patch of dampness on the sheet.

  Fuck yes. She was fucking saturated.

  “You’re so wet,” he said with a purr.

  “Austin.”

  He dipped a finger between her slippery folds, and her hips left the bed. Up and down he explored, loving how bare and pink and perfect her pussy was, how soft. He pushed his finger into her channel, and she rippled around him, gripped him like a fist with her strong muscles. He chuckled to himself as he used his other hand to spread her wide.

  “You asked what I was studying earlier.” He hummed.

  “Yes.”

  “I was reading the seven best techniques to eat pussy.”

  “Austin . . . you don’t . . . oh God.”

  He drew his tongue up her slit and then flicked her clit.

  “You don’t need to research anything. You know what you’re — Holy Mother of God.”

  He drew her clit into his mouth and pulled hard.

  Her head came up and her back bowed on the bed. “Holy fuck!”

  He tugged again and then sucked even harder, his finger pumping slow, languid strokes, until he found the spot inside her he’d been seeking. “I’m going to eat you all seven ways tonight, Hunter,” he said, taking a quick break and sweeping the flat of his tongue up through her cleft. “And you’re going to come each and every time.”

  “Oh, my God.” Her head thrashed from side to side on the pillow when he pressed up hard on her G-spot. “No . . . I c-can’t.”

  “You can and you will.”

  “Aust—”

  Her gasp cut her words at the knees as he suckled her clit hard again, feeling the nub swell between his lips. Her hands bunched in the sheets and her head continued to toss as her hips bucked up into his face. He loved that he could make her lose control. Make her beg and demand more, ram her pussy hard into
his face, because she wanted him to devour all of her.

  “I’m going to come,” she whispered. “Austin . . . ”

  Her clit hardened and grew in his mouth as he continued to suck, all the while still pressing hard on the spongy tissue inside her. She tensed around his finger, squeezed tight and let go. A warm gush raced over the back of his hand as her climax unfurled. Her body bowed, then sagged on the bed as she panted and moaned, cried out and cursed.

  When she melted back into the bed and pillow with a contented sigh, he lifted his head from the apex of her thighs and glanced up at Hunter. Her eyes were closed, and a small, placid smile clung to her lips.

  Hunter.

  Her lids slowly opened, and she looked down at him. She appeared content but also exhausted.

  “That’s one,” he said. He only caught a glimpse of the surprised look on her face before he got back to work.

  “Holy fucking God!” Hunter screamed as she hinged at the hips, her entire upper body lunging off the bed as orgasm number six speared through her like a freshly sharpened machete. Sweat misted her forehead and chest, and her brain was complete mush. She didn’t have an alarm clock on her nightstand, but if she were to guess, it was somewhere around one-thirty in the morning.

  Austin’s head continued to bob between her legs, his brows pinched in a tight V of concentration as he diligently feasted on her sensitive flesh, lapping up her wetness with the fervent hunger of a starved man. But then, perhaps he was starved. He’d said he had limited experience with women. Maybe it’d been a while? Either way, his incessant dedication—which in Hunter’s opinion had quickly morphed into an obsession—had her seeing spots, nearly blacking out, and she was pretty sure on orgasm number four she heard the sheets tear from how hard she gripped them.