by Rye Hart
I looked over at Lanie, who was about to nod off into her bowl of soup.
“Lanie?” she asked. “You ready to go to bed?”
“No,” Lanie said as her head snapped up. “More soup?”
“I think it’s time for bed,” I said.
“Soup,” Lanie said, whining.
“I’ll let you skip a bath if you lay down to sleep,” I said.
Lanie relented easily as I pulled her out of her chair. Her little head laid itself on my shoulder as I walked her back into her room. I took a few wet wipes and wiped her down before I got her dressed in her pajamas. Then, I tucked her in and gave her a kiss on the forehead.
“Uncle Bwian?”
“Yeah?”
“I like Amana,” she said.
“I’m glad you do.”
“Do you like Amana?”
“I think she’s a nice girl,” I said, afraid to admit to any more than that.
“Okay.”
I gave Lanie one last kiss before I turned on her night light, then I closed her door as she slowly slipped into her slumber. I turned around, and Amanda was standing at the other end of the hallway, her arms dangling at her sides. That damn sweater was pouring off her shoulder, exposing skin my teeth were ready to mark. I could feel my fingers jumping as my eyes scanned her body, taking in every dip and curve I’d neglected yesterday.
I strode towards her, and she wrapped herself around me. Our lips crashed together in a flood of desire that pooled in my gut. Wrapping my arms around her, I lifted her off her feet and carried her back into my room.
Tonight, this woman was going to be mine. I’d deal with my feelings about it in the morning.
CHAPTER 11
AMANDA
My back was pressed into the door as Brian closed it behind us. His hands were steady against my skin, creeping up my stomach as he lifted my shirt from my body. The cool cabin air hit my skin and ran goosebumps all over me. But the moment his lips descended onto my chest I felt warmth pooling between my legs.
His hands unclasped my bra, and it dropped to the floor. His lips wrapped around my nipples, languidly licking them. His beard felt coarse against my skin as the calluses on his hands raked down my sides.
He made quick work of my pants, and soon I was naked in front of him.
Picking me up into his strong arms, he carried me over to his bed. His lips kissed any part of me he could find, and I bit back a moan as he lowered me to his bed. I fisted his shirt and pulled it over his head, revealing his strong muscles as I leaned up and kissed his chiseled chest.
And when I looked back up into his eyes, I was met with a lust-tainted stare.
He crawled up onto the bed as I laid back. My legs were spread for him and my hands were planted against his chest. His lips encompassed mine again, our tongues dancing like electricity surging through the power lines of the mountain we lived on. I could smell his musky scent as I tilted my head off to the side and deepened the kiss.
He covered my naked body with his strength, and I wrapped my legs around him. I undulated into his jeans, coating the fabric with the arousal dripping from between my legs. I could feel his cock rising behind his zipper, pushing painfully against the layer that separated us as my lips swelled underneath his assault. His tongue teased the inside of my mouth.
Then suddenly, he departed from me. He stood up in the middle of the darkness of his room as his eyes scanned me. I was on display for him as he palmed the wet spot I’d created on his jeans. I wanted him naked in front of me. I longed to wrap my lips around his swollen cock.
I wanted to give him the pleasure he had already given me.
Slowly, he began to remove his jeans. He slid them down his rippling legs, and I could see veins bulging around his hips. He hooked his thumbs into the band of his boxers and pushed them down his as well. His cock was finally free, angry with heat and dripping with desire. I felt my eyes widen at its sight. He was huge.
I had no idea if he would fit, but my body was aching to try.
Then, he moved at a lightning pace. His hands grabbed my ankles and pulled my ass toward the edge of the bed. He threw my legs over his shoulders and lined himself up with my entrance, the head of his cock swiping up and down my slit. He was coating himself in me, teasing my clit with the head of his throbbing dick.
It was almost more than I could bear.
He grinned down at me with a luscious fury before he slipped the head of his cock into my pussy.
I arched my back at the intrusion. My pussy was so tight, and he was so big. He inched his way in, rendering me speechless as he groaned in frustration. My legs shook on his shoulders, and my hands wrapped themselves up in his sheets. He stretched my walls more than I’d ever felt, and my pussy was crying out for sweet mercy. I was trembling as he sunk to the hilt, our hips connecting as my chest panted for air.
My jaw was quivering as I opened my eyes and looked at him.
He didn’t say a word, but he also didn’t move. I shifted a bit and adjusted myself, trying to find the best angle for my body. I could feel his cock throbbing against my walls. Every move I made struck something within me that shot fire down my spine. It pulled moans from my throat as I tried to get comfortable.
“Let me try,” Brian said.
Our eyes connected as he slipped one of my legs off his shoulder. He bent my leg to my chest, then threaded his arm around my lower back. He tilted my pelvis toward him and a rush of relief barreled through my system.
I raised my hand to cup his bearded cheek before I kissed his lips.
He pulled his thick cock from between my legs and slowly inched it back in. It left me breathless and spinning as I clung to his back. He repeated his movements, allowing my body to adjust to him. To stretch to his needs so my pussy could milk him dry.
Then, as our lips connected again, he slammed his cock into me.
I moaned into his lips as he did it again. My tits jumped with each thrust as his shaft ran acroos my clit. Fire and ice flooded my veins as I bit down onto his lower lip, pulling a growl from him that sped up his movements. He was pounding into me, shifting the entire bed underneath my body.
I clung to him as he thrust into me. His face was planted into my neck, and his teeth were nibbling on my skin. His beard was tickling my shoulder, and his cock was filling me until I couldn’t take anymore. Whimpers fell from my lips as my voice caught in my throat. Everything around me was spinning as his teeth ran over my pulse point. I felt him bite into my shoulder, hanging on for dear life as he ground his hips deeply into mine.
The friction against my clit sent me over the edge, my pussy fluttering around his cock as I moaned his name.
“Brian. Shit, Brian. Please. Don’t stop. Keep going. Uh.”
My teeth latched onto his earlobe as his hips began to stutter. His hands planted on the bed as he rolled his hips deeper into my body. My leg fell from his shoulder, and I wrapped my thighs around him, drawing him deeper into me as the head of his cock slid further inside.
My jaw unhinged in silent delight as electricity rattled my brain.
“Amanda. You have… no idea… so good…”
His tongue licked my shoulder as he thrust into me one last time. I felt his cock swell before it exploded, pumping his arousal deep into my body. He stilled on top of me, his cock shooting threads of cum into my pussy until it came pouring from between my legs. I was shivering as he collapsed on top of me, his muscles blanketing me like a safety mechanism as we both tried to catch our breath.
Then, as if cradling a child, he slowly lifted me from the bed and carried me to the bathroom.
“We should get cleaned up,” he said.
CHAPTER 12
BRIAN
I stretched and groaned, my body rousing from its deep slumber. I felt something warm and soft pressed against my body, and I instinctively tightened my grip around it. I opened my eyes and saw a mass of black hair lying on the pillow next to me, and that was when the events of last night came barreling back t
o the forefront of my mind. I drew in a deep breath of the sex-tainted air and grinned, pulling Amanda even closer to my body.
It was nice, waking up to a warm, soft woman.
It had been years since I’d laid with anyone. Not since my divorce. My ex and I had had issues from the very beginning; Issues I thought commitment and marriage would fix. But all she was after was my money, and she walked away with everything she could. The house. The cars. Half my bank account and thousands of dollars’ worth of alimony for half the time we were fucking married. She drained me, emotionally and monetarily, and it pushed me away from everyone.
I had trust issues after her. I questioned everyone I came into contact with. My business suffered because of it, so I appointed someone to take over in my absence. I governed my business from afar and moved to the mountains to rid that bitch from my system.
I still had trust issues to this day. It was why I never went into town. It took mounds of vetting to hire Tanya to help take care of Lanie when she came to stay with me. But with Amanda, it was different. I instinctively felt I could trust her. Not only that, I felt like I wanted to trust her. Like I wanted to open up to her. There was something about her that tugged at a part of me that had been dead for so long.
I wanted to trust her. I wanted to tell her everything. About my business. About my divorce. About my shitty childhood being shifted from one foster home to the next, with only my sister and the clothes on my back. Every time we moved, I left more and more of myself in the past. That was where I had met my ex.
She had been my rock as I jumped from home to home, and then she shattered my world the day she left.
“Morning.”
Amanda’s voice pulled me from my thoughts as I looked down at her and smiled.
“Morning, beautiful,” I said.
She blushed at my comment, and it tugged a grin across my cheeks. I looked down at her shoulder and saw the angry mark I’d left behind. I could clearly see my teeth imprinted into her skin. Amanda looked back at it and giggled, turning herself into me before she nuzzled up underneath my chin.
“Coffee?” she asked.
“Coming right now.”
I slid from the bed and pulled on some pants. Amanda’s hair was tousled against the pillow as she wrapped herself up in my sheet. She looked good in my bed, all tangled up and spread for me.
If I hadn’t been so hungry for food, I would’ve made her my breakfast.
I padded my way out to the kitchen and started making coffee. Amanda emerged a few minutes later, her beautiful body completely clothed. That fucking sweater of hers was falling off her shoulder, showing me the mark I’d left on her so people would know not to fuck with her. She was mine. Period.
Her eyes followed my line of sight to the bruise, and she turned bright pink.
“Does it hurt?” I asked.
“Not really. Looks kind of sexy, though,” she said.
I smirked as I poured her a mug of coffee.
I heard something vibrating before Amanda squeaked. I walked her coffee over to her at the table as she pulled out her phone. She smiled at me and brought the mug to her lips, sighing over the warmth before she took a sip of it.
“Thank you so much,” she whispered.
I stayed in the kitchen to give her the space she needed to take her phone call.
Whoever it was, it was someone who made her happy. I could hear her giggling and getting excited, trying to keep her voice down since Lanie was still sleeping. I heard something akin to clapping taking place before she said goodbye, then I went to sit down across from her as she stuffed her phone back into her pocket.
“Good news?” I asked.
“That was my friend, Sarah. She didn’t know if she was going to be able to fly in this week because of work, but she can! She gets in this afternoon.”
“Will you still be able to watch Lanie tomorrow?” I asked.
“Oh, definitely. She’s not staying with me. She’s too scared of the cabin right now. She’ll be in a hotel at the bottom of the mountain.”
“What’s wrong with your cabin?” I asked.
I watched her face falter just a bit before she brushed off the question.
“It’s fine. She’s just a little high maintenance . But she’s bringing all my art stuff with her, which is exciting because I have so many ideas running through my head from the hike.”
“Sounds like a good friend,” I said.
“She’s the best. I met her my freshman year of college.”
“Roommates?” I asked.
“Yep. And Greek sisters,” she said.
“I didn’t take you for the sorority type at all.”
“Fraternity, and we aren’t really. We went to Greek Week on campus, got invited to rush, and we ended up joining Phi Sigma Pi. It’s the honor’s fraternity. Because we were smart or something.”
“Or something,” I said, grinning.
“I should probably get going and get cleaned up. Can I take the coffee to go and return the mug to you tomorrow?” “You're leaving?” I asked, disappointment creeping into my chest.
“Well, Lanie saw me in these clothes yesterday. You think she’ll notice if I’m wearing the same ones?”
She had a point, but I didn’t want her to leave yet.
“She might not notice. She’s only three,” I said.
“Are you willing to take that chance?” she asked.
It was comforting that she was looking out for Lanie like this. We hadn’t exactly planned our encounter, and I’m glad that she cared enough to not want to confuse my niece.
Still, I wasn’t ready for it to be over.
“I’ll see you tomorrow morning, then,” I said.
She got up from the table and bent over, kissing me on the top of my head.
“See you tomorrow,” she said.
“And have fun with your friend.”
“I will. I promise. We always have fun.”
She bounded out the front door, and I was alone again.
I walked over to the window and watched Amanda all the way back to her house. Her hips swayed lightly, and the loose tendrils of her hair blew in the wind. She disappeared over the horizon, and I sighed. I really hadn’t wanted her to leave, and that stirred up feelings I wasn’t ready to deal with.
A call to Jack would do me some good, so I went in search of my phone.
“I was wondering when the fuck I’d hear from you next,” Jack said.
“Nice to talk with you, too,” I said.
“How the hell have you been? I haven’t heard from you in almost a month.”
“You know you have a phone, too,” I said.
“Yeah, that rings every damn second since you put me in charge of this business four years ago.”
“Everything going that wonderfully?” I asked.
“We finally got the expansion approved if that’s what you’re asking about.”
“Only took you four fucking years.”
“Your board of investors are bullshit, You know that right?”
“Nope, they’re your bullshit board of investors now.”
“Ha. Ha. Ha. Anyway, how are you doing? How’s Lanie?” he asked.
“Lanie’s okay. Still sleeping, believe it or not. We went on an all-day hike yesterday, and she was whipped.”
“Well, I’m sure she loved it. How are things going with being a dad? Still keeping steady?”
“There’s been some upheaval with her biological father, but I’m handling it,” I said.
“Uh-oh. What the hell does that fucker want now?”
“Money,” I said.
There was silence on the end of the line before I heard a door shut.
“Okay. You have my full attention. Start from the beginning.”
“Nothing to really start. He appeared on my fucking doorstep a few days ago telling me he was going to take Lanie away from me. He fucking figured out where I lived, Jack. So, I’ve lawyered up and I have a meeting with a PI in town tom
orrow afternoon. My lawyer thinks it best I fight him in court for custody or he’ll just keep coming back for more money if I try and pay him off.”
“How the hell did he find you?” Jack asked.
“I don’t fucking know, but that’s why I’m not cutting any corners now. If he can find me, it means he’s got someone doing it for him. He showed up here high as hell and reeking of alcohol.”
“Your PI looking into that?” he asked.
“Hell yeah. He’s digging as deep as my money will help him dig,” I said.
“It’s a good thing you kept your controlling shares of the company then,” he said.
“How’s the security business going, by the way?”
“It’s good. The contract work is picking up, and we’re seeing more conversions from contract work to full-time packages.”
“Ah, you got them to agree to the packages, too? See, you should’ve run this damn company from the start. I don’t know why the hell you wanted me to be the face of it.”
“Because yours is prettier than mine. Anyway, yes. Got the packages up and running at the beginning of last year, so the statistics are pretty solid.”
“Last year? Shit. We don’t talk business at all, do we?” I asked.
“You were in a rough spot. Lanie had just been dropped in your lap, and you were struggling. I kept my mouth shut on it until you got your feet underneath you. You sound good, Brian.”
“I feel good, Jack.”
“Even with all this shit Lanie’s father’s pulling?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Hmmm. Something’s different. Do I dare ask if it’s a woman?”
My silence made Jack burst into laughter as I shook my head.
“Holy shit. I never thought I’d see the day after what that bitch did to you,” Jack said. “How many dates?”
“Depends on what you call a date. She’s come over for breakfast, and she went hiking with us yesterday. Then, I woke up to her this morning.”
“No, you fucking didn’t. Way to go, dude! Is she hot? Is she young? Please tell me she’s hot and young. That’s exactly your type.”
“I don’t have a type,” I said.
“You do have a type. A hot, young, curvy little thing that needs your protection. You’re a sucker for that shit. I mean, look at the fucking business we started. Come on.”