Before I can obey him, his mouth disappears from my vagina. Brantley sits back, sitting on the heels of his feet while he rolls the latex over his dick. Once the condom is in place, Brantley takes his erection in his hand and runs it through my wet folds. I didn’t think his face could show any more hunger, but as he’s watching himself tease me, his eyes grow darker, glittering with lust.
When his eyes connect with mine again, his face softens. “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart.” Then he thrusts in. I yelp as my vagina adjusts to his intrusion. “Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking tight. So perfect.” He places soft kisses on my forehead, cheeks, and eyelids.
He’s still for a moment, allowing me time to adjust to him. When the pain begins to subside, I wiggle my hips, a signal to him that it’s okay to begin moving.
“You good? Please be good, because I gotta fucking move.” I nod. “No, Eva. I want the words. Say the words.”
“I’m good, Brant,” I say breathlessly.
“Good. Now hold on.”
He pulls almost all the way out of me and slams back in.
I moan and scratch my nails down his back, starting at his shoulders and just ending before his tight ass.
“Oh fuck yeah, sugar. Mark me all up,” he growls into my neck while pounding into me.
Being under a beautiful man like Brantley while he gives me the most exhilarating pleasure is the most intense feeling I’ve ever felt, but I want control. I want to make him lose it, like I did, make him feel the same unrestrained exhilaration I felt. I want to drive him crazy.
I grab his shoulders and flip him so he’s on his back and I’m on top. I know I took him by surprise, but once I start swiveling my hips, all surprise evaporates from his face. In its place, a carnal desire.
Brantley’s hands go to my hips, where he lifts me up and slams me back down on his dick.
“Oh, Brantley. Feels so good,” I cry out. That euphoric feeling I’ve become acquainted to is building in my center.
I stop moving for just a second to catch my breath. “Holy fuck, baby. Your pussy is so good. Don’t you dare fucking stop. Ride me hard and fast, Sweet Eva.”
With his words of encouragement, my hands go to his chest and I do as he says. I ride him, hard and fast, so hard and fast that soon the sound of us entangling is drowning out the sound of our groans.
“I’m so close, Brant,” I pant.
“Get there, baby. I’m right fucking behind you.”
As the last word leaves his beautiful mouth, his thumb goes to my clit. As soon as he touches me, I go off like a rocket launcher.
“Brantley!” I yell as I throw my head back. My orgasm rips through me. The intense jolt my nerves are experiencing is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before, and with every thrust, my orgasm becomes even more powerful.
I’m only vaguely aware of Brantley’s loud moans. I feel him thrust three more times. Then, on the fourth, he almost pulls me completely off before slamming me back down. “Eva, baby, you’re fucking mine,” he says through his own orgasm.
Once the last waves run through me, I collapse in a heap on his chest. Both of us breathing heavily, Brantley reaches up and runs his fingers through my hair.
When my eyes start to droop, he rolls us to our sides. “I have to take care of the condom, baby,” he explains, then kisses me on the forehead.
I hear the toilet flush and the water run as I flip on my side and face the wall, too exhausted to even open my eyes.
The bed depresses, alerting me to Brantley climbing back into bed. He wraps his arms around me from behind and pulls me into the spooning position. After a kiss on my shoulder, he asks, “You good, sweetheart?”
I hum an answer, or at least I think I do. I’m so tired. I quickly open my eyes when I feel Brantley bite my neck. “Answer me, baby.”
I guess I didn’t answer. “I’m good,” I say, then follow it with a loud yawn.
“Night, Sweet Eva.” Brantley chuckles. He kisses the back of my head once more. Seconds after, I’m dead to the world.
Chapter Twelve
HIT ME, BABY, ONE MORE TIME
My eyes flutter open when I roll over and feel that the spot where Brantley fell asleep last night is cold. Was last night a dream? Judging by the sore but phenomenal way my body feels right now, last night was not a dream.
I sit up in the bed so fast my head spins. I don’t see any sign of him anywhere. I hold my breath and listen for him somewhere in the house. Nope. The cabin is completely still. He left.
God, how could I have been so stupid? Of course all the stuff he whispered to me last night was bogus. He was just caught up in the heat of the moment. It’s just like me to take it all to heart and fall in love with the man.
I look at the clock. It’s not even six in the morning yet. Sun isn’t even all the way up and he couldn’t wait to get out of here.
That’s fine. Totally cool. I can be nonchalant. I had a hook up. The protocol for after is to act like it never happened, right? I’ll have to call and ask Char. I can do that. Totally. No matter how extraordinary the sex was, no matter how much I already crave being wrapped up in his arms while he runs his strong fingers through my hair, I can act like this never happened.
My heart squeezes. Does this mean we will go back to the way we were before? Both of us constantly at each other’s throat? The thought of Brantley acting like that toward me after the night we just shared causes the pain in my heart that was just a squeeze to turn into an ache so deep I can feel it radiating all over my body.
Screw this. I will not make a big deal about this. I will not act like…a girl. I won’t whine and cry. Not that I could cry even if I wanted to. I’m broken.
After my little pep talk, I throw the covers back and prepare to crawl out of bed only to snap them back over my naked body when I hear the front door open and Brantley talking to Apollo.
I don’t move. I don’t even think I breathe as I listen to him pour dog food in a dish. When I hear him coming up the stairs, heading my way, my heart begins to pound.
When I thought he left, I didn’t have to think about the awkward morning after. Now I’m kind of wishing he would have left. Make up your mind, Eva! I’m just about to jump out of bed and throw my robe on when I run out of time.
Brantley comes strolling in. He comes to an abrupt stop when he sees me already up and looking at him. “You’re up,” he says with an easy smile.
I should answer him, but I can’t. I’m temporarily dumbstruck. Brantley is wearing the same clothes he wore last night, but what’s missing is the ever present bun his hair is always in. His wavy, blonde hair is down just past his shoulders, and I find myself wanting to throw him down on this bed and go for a round two. Why does this man have to be so ridiculously sexy?
When Brantley clears his throat, I come out of my reverie. “You’re still here.” I immediately follow my words with a blush. Way to play it cool! Brantley’s eyes narrow and he tilts his head.
“Uh, yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?” he asks slowly.
“No reason.” I wave him off and glance around the room, afraid that if I look at him, he’ll see the truth about what I was thinking earlier.
“Uh uh, I don’t like that face,” he grumbles. He walks over to me and sits on the edge of the bed. I’m still having a hard time looking him in the eyes, so he grasps my chin between his fingers and turns my head toward him.
“Did you think I left you, baby?” The look in his eyes is so demanding, I can’t help but to answer honestly.
“Yeah,” I whisper, and his eyes narrow once again. When he dips his head like he’s coming in for a kiss, my eyes flutter closed in anticipation, but his lips never touch mine. Instead he kisses a small trail from my jaw to my ear.
“What did I tell you last night, Sweet Eva?” he growls in my ear. I open my mouth to answer, but then he licks the lobe of my ear and I lose all train of thought. “Answer me,” he says, then bites down on my earlobe.
“You said I was y
ours.” I clutch the sheet that’s covering my chest like my life depends on it. A coil of excitement is building in my stomach in eagerness of what he will say and do next.
“I did, baby.” He uses his chest to slowly guide me back onto my back so I’m lying underneath him. Holding himself up on his right elbow, he uses his right hand to move the hair away from my face. “I said you were mine. And whether you knew it or not, the second you let me into your body, you agreed. I’m not going anywhere. I ain’t the asshole you were with before you came here. Don’t make me suffer for the fuck ups he made. Yeah?”
Without giving me a chance to answer him, his lips are on mine for a greedy kiss. “Tell me you get me, Sweet Eva,” he murmurs against my lips as his hand makes its way down the side of my body, heading straight for my core.
“I get you.” I gasp when he reaches his destination.
“Good,” he replies, and the next thing I know, my sheet is gone and Brantley is lining his cock at my entrance. “One more thing,” he says. When I open my eyes and look at him, I sober at the seriousness on his face. “I don’t share.”
“Neither do I,” I answer immediately.
“That’s good, because I’m all yours. Now take me,” he commands, then thrusts inside of me.
***
“I really gotta go this time. I have to help Dad with the horses,” Brantley tells me for the third time since we got out of bed. After two more rounds of the best sex I’ve ever had, Brantley is now more than an hour late.
“Okay,” I say. Honestly, it’s his fault he’s this late. He’s the one who won’t keep his hands off me. Not that I mind one freaking bit. He grins at me like he read my thoughts and gives me another chaste kiss.
When he reaches the door to leave, he turns around one more time and heatedly sweeps his gaze over my body. “Fuck, you look sexy in the morning, baby.” I blush and he leaves, laughing.
I’m left standing in the kitchen, wondering what the hell to do now. My stomach growls. I guess that answers that question. I head over to my iPod dock and hit play before I start making some breakfast.
As soon as Britney Spears’s “…Baby One More Time” begins to play, I start focusing a little less on making breakfast and a little more on putting on a show for Apollo.
I’m belting out the second chorus and swiveling my hips better than a stripper when I finally hear a laugh from behind me. I whip around and scream, putting my fists up so I can ninja chop whatever intruder was a dumb enough to break in.
Thankfully, before I can do any damage—because I could totally take someone down—I realize it’s Brantley. I put a shaky hand over my heart and my other shaky hand to my forehead. I take a couple seconds to calm my breathing before I grab the hand towel off the counter and smack a laughing Brantley across the chest.
“You scared the piss outta me, ya big dummy.”
He raises his hands in surrender, still laughing. “I’m sorry, baby. I just came to get my phone.” He wheezes. Geez, it wasn’t that funny. “That being said, I’m damn glad I did forget it or else I would have missed this little show. Please, Eva, don’t stop on my account. Continue.” He waves his hand at me and leans against the wall, settling in for a show that’s not about to happen.
“One of these days, I’m going to hurt you,” I say through the best glare I can muster. He should be shaking in his damn boots, but no. He only laughs harder.
He leaves the wall and starts walking toward me. “Come on, baby. Fix your face. I was just kidding.” He wraps me up in his arms. I, of course, soften immediately. I rest my head on his head and relax into him further when he starts rubbing my back.
We stand like that in comfortable silence for a while. The big dummy decides to ruin it when he starts humming the tune to “…Baby One More Time.”
“I will harm you,” I screech, but even I can’t keep the smile off my face.
After he’s done laughing, he gives me a kiss. “I’m gonna miss you today.” He sighs. My stomach flips.
“I’m going to miss you too.”
“Tonight. You and Apollo at my house,” he says as he starts backing to the door. Now I’m really smiling. What’s left of my doubts from earlier, that maybe this is all just a fling, finally wanes.
“Okay.”
“So, how about you and Apollo meet me at The Tavern at ten?” he asks.
“Okay,” I repeat. To this, he smiles
“See you then, Sweet Eva,” he says, then turns to head out the door. I look and see his cell is still sitting on the counter, so I grab it.
“Brantley,” I call. He turns and I toss him his cell, which he catches easily. When he gives me another heart-stopping grin, I add, “See you then” with a grin of my own.
Once I hear his truck pull away, I press ‘play’ on my iPod again, only this time I don’t turn it up so loud. I want to be able to hear any surprise visits.
Five minutes later, I once again hear my front door open.
I turn with a smile on my face, only for it to be wiped off once I see who my visitor is. There, standing in the entrance of my cabin, is a very pissed off Charlotte.
“What the fuck, Chuck?” she seethes. Oh shit.
Chapter Thirteen
I THINK I’M IN LOVE
After the surprise wears off, I quickly begin to cross the room to Charlotte. “Char! Holy crap, you’re in Alaska. I missed you.”
I’m expecting a hug or at least an ‘I missed you, too,’ but no. I get a hand in the air signaling me to stop. I do.
“You missed me?” she asks slowly.
“Well…yeah.”
“Then why the hell did you not call me and let me know you were in a car accident?” she yells. I cringe.
“How did you find out?” I ask. This is not the question I should have asked. I learn this when Char’s glare morphs into a face of pure outrage. Oh. Shit.
“How did I find out?” she yells. “I’ll tell you how I found out. Me, being the good best friend I am, called to inform you that I had some papers from the adoption agency you contacted, but you didn’t answer, did you? Nope, some jackass named James answered. He then informed me that my best friend smashed her truck into a friggin’ tree and was currently resting at his parents’ house. Oh, and then after dropping that little bomb, he proceeded to hit on me.” She inhales a big breath after she finishes her rant.
I smile at the news of James hitting on Char. That’s so him. “I’m sorry I didn’t call you. I’m an awful friend.”
Char snorts. “You bet you are. So, now I’m in friggin’ Alaska. Do you know what I had to do in order to get here? I had to board a plane. Not just any plane. A teeny tiny plane.” She demonstrates the size by holding up her thumb and pointer finger and squeezing them together. “Where a very hairy, but nice man named Gilbert dropped me off literally in the middle of nowhere. It’s fucking freezing here,” she screeches before heading toward the fireplace.
I follow and once again try to talk. “I’m sorry, Char. I got caught up in…stuff. It’s no excuse, but I’m sorry. Being honest, though, I am really happy you’re here!” I say in a sing song voice with a big smile. It’s the truth. Up until she stormed in here, I never realized how much I really missed her.
The corner of Char’s lips finally tip up into a smile.
“I missed you too, ya whore.” She pulls me into a hug. “Okay, let me look at you. I spent the last three days convincing myself you were dead. I need to make sure you’re breathing and everything is still connected.” She pulls back to give me the once over, and when her eyes sweep over my face, they go wide and she gasps.
“What?” I ask urgently while I run my hands over my face, checking for holes or blood. They way she’s looking at me, you would think I’ve been shot.
“You got laid!” she squeals. Now my face reddens. Geez, how could she know that just by looking at me? I’m about to deny that I had sex, but then I think, why the heck should I do that? I want to talk about it. I want to shout it from the ro
oftops. I, Eva Jones, just had the best sex of my life.
I’m grinnin’ like the cat who ate the canary when I nod. “Yeah, I sooo got laid.” Commence the girly screams and the jumping up and down.
“I knew it! You finally got the brooding mountain man to fall in love with ya!” My heart squeezes at Char’s harmless comment. Sadly, I didn’t make Brantley fall in love with me, but I lost what was left of my heart to him last night. I don’t even want to think about the pain I’ll feel when I leave here.
“Okay, bitch. Sit and spill. I want all the deets. It’s been too long since mama’s gotten her some, so, as your bestie, I must live vicariously through you. Go slow, add as much detail as you can, and don’t you dare leave anything out,” Char says as she guides me to sit on the couch.
I laugh. “I’m sure it hasn’t been that long. What happened to that Jake guy?”
“That didn’t last more than the weekend. We went on one date that ended early because he kept sniffing me.” She shivers and makes a disgusted face.
“Sniffing you?”
“Don’t ask. Now, spill,” she demands.
I do. I tell her everything, even retelling some stuff. I tell her everything from the moment I got off the plane to him walking in on me dancin’ to Britney Spears. By the end of my adventure, Char’s smile could rival mine.
“I’m so happy for you, Eva. You came here for an adventure and you got one.” She drags me into another hug, and when she pulls back I can see she wants to say something.
“What?
“I don’t want to bring anything negative, but have you decided what you’re going to do when it’s time to leave?” she asks cautiously.
“I try not to think about it, Char.”
“I love you, but we both know you’re not a fly by the seat kinda gal. You plan. I’m ecstatic for you that you’ve been able to move on and possibly even find love, but I don’t want to see you hurt.”
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