WOOD

by Rocklyn Ryder

  He makes a noise that sounds like he just swallowed a lot of curse words as he stomps across the floor with heavy footsteps and grabs a wallet off a bookshelf, "Blaze. It's my goddamn name."

  I realize it's his driver's license that he's shoved 3 inches from my nose and I step back to focus.

  Hayden Blaze Maddox.

  "Why don't you go by Hayden?" Figures that the hottest, most annoying man on the planet would have an equally hot and annoying name.

  "I've been called Blaze my whole life. Blaze is what I answer to," he tells me simply as he puts the wallet back on the shelf. "Happy now? We're all properly introduced. Does that make you feel more comfortable staying under my roof?"

  Comfortable is the problem. Being under his roof is far too comfortable. The cabin is warm and safe and filled with little touches that make it feel like someone's home. The fact that Hayden Blaze Maddox could make this place a whole lot more comfortable if he'd stop being a growly, demanding asshole just furthers my resolve to get the fuck out of here.

  My hand lands on the door latch and I pull the door open just in time for another crack of thunder to rattle the windows. My eyes are drawn to the water pouring off the roof of the porch running the length of the cabin and then I look back at Blaze's eyes watching me, like he doesn't believe I'm really going to do it.

  In one swift move he's standing so close to me I can feel the heat radiating off his bare chest. His hand reaches above my head and pushes the door shut with a very final slam.

  "Dammit woman! Would you stop being such a pain in the ass?"

  He grabs the pack strap from my shoulder, his hand brushing against my breast as he does it and I'm utterly dismayed by the way my skin tightens and my nipples harden at the brusque touch, "You are not going to sleep in your car like a damn hobo," he tells me in no uncertain terms as he yanks my pack free of my body and drops it back on the floor, "you're going to stay here under my roof and sleep in my bed!"

  He freezes with his hand wrapped around my wrist, leaving his words hanging heavily in the air between us with his eyes on my lips.

  Blaze

  I didn't mean it like that.

  I'm about to clarify, tell her that I meant I'd be sleeping up in the loft, but then I see her eyes go wide and her pupils dilate when I grab her wrist to pull her back from the door and closer to the warmth of the stove and I freeze.

  My eyes drop and I see her tits rising and falling with her heavy breathing, her nipples poking through her t-shirt, just begging to be touched. Her throat works with a hard swallow and my eyes land on her lips as they part just slightly, looking fuller and tinted a deeper shade of rose than I remember-- and believe me, I've been committing those lips to memory all damn evening.

  The storm lights up the windows with another flash of lightning and a new downpour starts hitting the roof while Gail and I just stand here staring at each other, waiting to see who caves first.

  I do.

  Like there was ever any doubt in my damn mind since the moment I laid eyes on her.

  I'm already standing so close to her, all I have to do is bend down to catch her lips with mine and that's all the time it takes for my cock to go rock hard. I grind it into her stomach as I pull her body tight up against mine so she can feel it. I want her to know what she's been doing to me all night, how fucking bad I want her.

  Gail's lips fall apart like she's begging my tongue into her mouth, so I take the invite, driving my tongue between her teeth and wrapping it around hers. It's not a gentle kiss, if I could swallow the air from her lungs I would, that's how hungry I am for her.

  From the way she's kissing me back I'd say we're even. Her arms fly up around my neck and she tightens her grip so there's no way I can come up for air even if I was thinking about trying.

  My hands slide down her body, over her breasts till they're filling up my palms and the weight of them in my hands makes me groan into Gail's mouth. I have to get under her shirt, I have to feel her skin on mine. I yank her t-shirt up and then her sports bra and I'm not sure how I get it over her head because I'm pretty sure our mouths never part.

  Then I've got her. I've got her skin on mine, my hands wrapping around each mound, letting her tits overflow my palms while I find her hard little nipples with my thumbs and rub them roughly while she arches her back into my touch.

  Gail's mouth breaks free, her head dropping back as she moans. Fucking moans. The sound going straight to my aching cock, making it even harder as if that was possible. My mouth runs over her jaw and down her exposed throat and I swear I want to fucking bite her. I just can't get close enough, can't touch her hard enough to make this feel real.

  "I want you, Blaze," her voice is dark and thick with need as she drags my name out in another moan, "I need you get you inside me."

  Holy shit, a chick that talks dirty? No fucking way.

  Her hands are still wrapped around my neck but I get the feeling she'd have them somewhere else by now if letting go wouldn't mean both of us losing balance and falling over. And if we fall right now, I'm gonna plunge my thick wood into her right here on the floor by the front door.

  No way. I'm going to make sure I do right by her and make this good, not some frenzied fuck on the hardwood floor. Gail's gonna wake up sore and bruised tomorrow, all right, but she's going to be sore from my dick driving into her all night and bruised from my grip on her while I hold her down and make her come.

  The thoughts of Gail screaming my name while I ram into her tight little pussy are almost enough to make me lose my load before she even gets her hands on me. Shit, I know it's been awhile since I felt the need to get laid but I've never had a hair trigger.

  Maybe it's the build up, the tension we had between us that finally snapped, or the electrical charge in the air all around us from this storm system, or maybe it's just that Gail is a waking wet dream with her lush curves and her fierce attitude, and her independent fire-- living in her car, daring the Ridge Road all by herself. Hell, she hasn't asked me to hike down there and change her tire for her. All she wanted was some goddamn wood.

  I'm gonna make sure she gets what she came for.

  I can't let my mouth go any lower on her midriff or I'm going to be eating her out with her back shoved up against the door. Not that that doesn't sound hot as fuck right now, but I swore I was going to get her into my bed for our first time.

  In order to stand back up, I have to let go of her enough that she gets the opportunity to slide her hands down my chest. Her hands are cool on my skin and they feel like fucking heaven. Like she's my only hope to quench the fever raging through me. And I know she is.

  Before I can pull her into the bedroom, her hand moves lower, slipping under the waistband of my pajamas so she can wrap one of those delicate hands around my shaft.

  I have to stop in my tracks. I grab both her shoulders and groan as she squeezes the base of my cock in her fingers. It feels so fucking good, I have to put everything I've got into not letting go in her hand or sitting my ass down on the chair that's just behind Gail and pulling her into my lap to ride my cock.

  "Princess," I rasp out as she moves her hand in firm strokes that make me think I might lose my mind, "you're touching a man that has been on this mountain alone for a long time, you're gonna need to back off a tad or I'm likely to lose my manners."

  She squeezes and then reaches down and cups my balls, giving me a wicked grin when my fingers dig into her shoulders, "I didn't realize you had manners to lose."

  With a quick move before I lose my resolve I free myself from her spell and catch her up in my arms, carrying her the short distance to the other end of the cabin where my king size bed waits for all the filthy things I plan on doing to her.

  "Oh I definitely believe in ladies first," I sneer at her as I toss her down in the center of the bed and yank her damn leggings off before settling between her legs.

  Gail

  I can't believe the man's name is Blaze.

  A noise rips from my
throat. Something between a groan and a near scream as his mouth runs up my inner thigh and connects with the white hot need leaking from my pussy.

  I can't believe I'm moaning the name Blaze. But oh fuck am I. If he keeps this up, I'll be screaming the name Blaze very shortly.

  His beard is coarse but soft against the tender skin between my legs and his hands are rough where they're holding my thighs, forcing my legs wide to make room for him to settle in and get what he wants.

  What he wants seems to be to make me scream even louder.

  His tongue is hot against my sex, dipping inside me and then dragging between my folds while his fingers follow. When his mouth locks down on my clit he waits till I'm panting and begging before he slips a finger into my opening and teases me by slowly stroking me from the inside before adding a second finger.

  "Oh fuck, Blaze," I arch my back and reach for his hair, "do it again," I demand and I admit I'm a little surprised when he obeys. Sliding his fingers all the way in and curling them so that he's stroking my g-spot with the pads of his finger tips while his mouth continues sucking and his tongue is working my clit till I throw my legs over his shoulders and dig my heels into his back, "You're gonna make me come!"

  I probably shouldn't tell him, shouldn't scream his name or any of the other stuff about what a fucking god he is as he brings me over the edge in what has to be the most intense orgasm I've ever had in my life. I'm sure I'm just feeding his ego, but damn, the man knows what he's doing.

  In my current state of bliss, I can't for the life of me remember why I thought this man was a total jerk.

  Blaze is my new favorite person ever and I want him to know it. It takes a few deep breaths to gather my strength before I can push against his shoulder hard enough to send the message that I want him on his back.

  The bastard chuckles, deep and low in his chest as he continues to lavish attention on my body. Oh yeah. Jerk, that's right.

  "Flip over," I order with a tug on his shoulder.

  "No way, I'm not done yet," he mumbles against the hinge of my thigh between soft kisses.

  "Roll over, it's my turn," I tell him. Seriously, I've never met a man that wasn't quick to comply if he thought he was going to get his dick sucked.

  Blaze moves up my body, catching my arms and pinning them into the pillows above my head. His whole, naked body is pressed against mine and he makes a point of rubbing his hard cock into my folds so that the length of it slides through the lingering wetness of my climax and new desire strikes my clit like he's striking a match.

  "You're right, it is your turn," he says darkly, his face close to mine. I can smell myself on him, his beard still glistening with my juices. His mouth claims mine hotly, his tongue driving into my mouth in a kiss that is nothing short of obscene.

  All I can do is let him swallow my whimper as I widen my thighs to give him room.

  His hips settle in the space I give him and his dick is so hard I can feel it pulsing where it's pressed between us, renewing my need and causing a new gush of moisture to seep from my body. I want to tilt my pelvis and move against him, beg him to get inside me but he's got me pinned under his weight, helpless against him.

  Something about being at this man's mercy sparks a dark, primal response inside me. Here I am, pinned down by a man I barely know, but I trust him. I don't feel threatened by Blaze even though it's pretty damn obvious that I'm completely vulnerable to him and that trust strikes me like a bolt of lightning from the storm that continues to rage outside.

  Breaking from his kiss I raise my head to drag air into my lungs and the need to feel him inside me overwhelms every other sense I possess. I thrash under him and whine.

  "I need you, goddammit," I choke as his teeth nips against my jaw, his beard tickling against my throat.

  "What do you need, Princess?" He laughs but I don't miss the way his heart races against my breast and his cock surges against my pussy.

  "I need to feel you inside me, Blaze," I angle my head down to catch his eyes but he has them closed tightly and his mouth is hot on my neck, "I need you filling me up with that cock you're teasing me with."

  His teeth lock down on my shoulder and I feel the growl vibrate against me as he drives against me again. He still has my hands pinned over my head and I can't do much to command him but talk. Still, I writhe beneath him, hoping to get him inside me.

  His mouth comes down close to my ear at the same time he wraps one huge hand around both my wrists and I feel the hand he just freed moving possessively over my body, "You want me to split you open with my naked cock?"

  Why do his words make my body buzz? All I do is moan, biting my lip and nodding.

  He doesn't have to ask me to beg because I already am when he finally gives in.

  I'm prepared for him to torture me with another agonizing stroke along my seam when I feel the wide head of his cock breach my entry.

  The gasp of surprise I'm about to give sticks in my throat as he thrusts into me in one swift stroke.

  Even as ready as I was, as much as I ached to have him filling me like this, I wasn't prepared for the sheer size of Blaze's cock.

  "Tell me when," he whispers at my ear. The sound is deep and throaty, his breath hot on my skin, and even though I can hear the trace of cocky humor that tells me he knows exactly what he just did to me, I also hear the restraint of a man who doesn't want to hurt me.

  I seriously feel stretched to my limits, there's a slight stinging sensation that reminds me that it's been, ahem-- a very long time-- since I had anything other my own fingers inside me, but with a deep breath and a tilt of my hips the discomfort is replaced with something entirely different.

  Blaze feels good inside me. Once my body adjusts to his size, all I want is more.

  I open my eyes and find him staring at me, waiting for me to answer him, but more than that. His eyes are soft, searching my face, and I get a feeling like he's looking for more than just clues that I'm ready for him to move.

  My eyes catch his and I open my mouth to speak, ready to tell him how good he feels, how much I need him to fuck me now, but his lips seal to mine instead.

  His tongue moves against mine in a deep and hungry kiss. I close my eyes and wrap my arms under his, hanging on to his back as he begins to move in slow, deep, strokes. Pulling back so that his thick shaft drags along my channel till only his head remains inside me and then pushing forward again so that I can feel every inch of his progress till he bottoms out again.

  Over and over, he moves in and out of me without breaking our kiss or the contact of our bodies. I roll my hips with his, meeting his strokes and I'm surprised at how easily we find out rhythm.

  With every thrust, he pushes all the way in till he's buried in me to the root of his perfect cock and the movement of coming together fully drags deliciously against my clit until I'm forced to pull my mouth from his just to moan.

  Blaze speeds his thrusts, moving one hand down my back to hold my ass so that he can pull me tighter to him, as if he's looking for any way to get further inside me.

  "You feel so good, Gail," he whispers into the crook of my neck. I feel his mouth kissing, nipping, sucking, as he moves faster, his strokes becoming more forceful, "I need to feel that sweet cunt come on my cock, Baby. Need to feel you tighten up and milk the cum out of my balls," he thrusts deeply, moving just right to hit my g-spot and my clit simultaneously, making it easy to do what he's asking.

  "That's it, Baby, just let go and come for me now." His voice is a hoarse groan as his teeth catch my chin between them when I tilt my head back to voice my release, gasping the single syllable that describes perfectly the inferno raging through my veins.

  "Oh God, Gail," I hear Blaze's voice through the haze of my climax, a desperate sort of whisper as he thrusts hard and faster, "You're so fucking gorgeous when you come for me."

  And then I feel his fingers tighten in my skin, I feel the slight swell of him inside me when he pushes all the way to the hilt and stills mome
ntarily, and then I feel him coming as he holds me so tightly to him I can barely breath and he mutters words into my shoulder that don't sound at all like the guttural string of profanities I was expecting.

  When he catches his breath, he remains inside me, lifting his face to mine for another deep kiss, "Thank you," he says low against my lips as he reluctantly parts from my body.

  Blaze curls around me, pulling my back against his chest, pulling the blankets up over us, and wrapping me in his arms tightly. Before I know it, he's breathing deep and evenly on the pillow just behind my head and I'm left staring at the waning storm outside the window trying to decide how I feel about what we just did.

  That wasn't the frenzied hate fuck I thought it was going to be when he carried me into his room.

  If I didn't know better, I'd think Blaze and I just made love.

  Blaze

  Felt weird to wake up with a woman in my arms. Weird, but good. Maybe I woke up feeling like I had the best night's sleep of my life because I needed to get laid worse than I thought and Gail's tight pussy was just what I needed.

  Or maybe it's Gail. The whole woman. Her sassy attitude, the way she looked at me so I knew there was no question that she needed me just as bad. Her damned independence.

  Ticking off check marks next to a list of things that would make Gail look good in my life seems like I'm on dangerous ground, so I will myself to stop and go back to fixing breakfast.

  The system that tore through the mountains last night has passed for now but from the looks of the sky this morning, new storms will hit us by noon. I brought more wood up to the porch and stoked the fire up so the cabin will be plenty warm for her when she ventures out from under my down comforter.

  Shit. Just thinking about Gail still asleep in my bed, knowing that her curvy body is naked and my cum is still leaking out of her from last night, makes my dick hard as fucking stone while I'm trying to turn bacon and flip pancakes. If I didn't already have the griddle hot and breakfast started, I'd go back there and slip in beside her-- slip inside her-- right now.