by Amber Nation
Patience wasn’t exactly one of my strong suits, especially when the end result was something I craved so desperately, so I lifted my hips up off the mattress, impaling her the remainder of the way until my cock was fully lodged deep inside her.
“Fuck,” I strained through my gritted teeth. I had never felt something as incredible as it was to be deeply rooted inside Julia. Her slick warmth surrounding me, I could stay in this position forever and it still not be enough.
I finally let her have her bit of control once she finally started to move. Rising up off of my cock, almost to the point of pulling completely off of me, she thrust herself back down, impaling my cock into her pussy harder each time she repeated the action.
My hands were each spread out on her milky white thighs as I never strayed my gaze from her body, watching her take what she needed from me. I skimmed my fingertips up her torso, quickly ascending towards her breasts. Once I engulfed each into the palm of my hands, giving each a good firm squeeze, she gasped and threw her had back allowing the sensation to overcome her.
“Oh, yes,” she breathed between pants, her head still tipped back as I continued to mercilessly assault her amazing breasts. Each time I would brush my thumb across her nipple, her breath would hitch and cause her to increase her speed.
With her head thrown back, the bottom of her hair was brushing against my upper thighs, sending the strangest tickling sensation to shoot directly to my balls.
The expanse of her neck was exposed and beckoning for my tongue. What kind of man would I be to not comply?
I used my arms to push myself into a sitting position, where our torsos were now flush with one another. Her thighs remaining on the outside of mine, me changing things up a bit didn’t change her movements in the slightest. I wrapped one of my hands around the back of her neck while bringing her exposed throat towards my awaiting lips.
I felt first before hearing a growl rip from her throat as I licked a trail from the base all the way to the underside of her chin, simultaneously reaching my other hand around to grip her ass, giving the cheek a firm bite with my fingertips.
I roughly kissed her throat a few times knowing she was getting an extra sensation from the bite of the stubble on my face. I tilted her head down so I could search her lust-filled gaze with my own. We stayed that way, staring at one another for several moments, as I began feeling something shift inside of me. I wasn’t anticipating to meet someone like Julia, but now that I had, I didn’t want to let her go.
It was stupid of me to only offer a fling, but that was the only way to have her. I’d be craving a whole helluva lot more once she left.
You have a fucking gorgeous woman riding your dick as if she owned it and here you are ruining the moment by not being able to get out of your own head.
“Julia,” I groaned as I shoved my fingers through the silky strands of her long, flowing blonde hair, her eyes never wavering from my own. Her eyebrows rose in an inquisitive manner as my mouth drew closer to hers. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I muttered before closing the remaining distance between us, fusing our lips together.
Her arms moved to my shoulder to brace herself and her quicker movements. Once I felt the bite of her nails as they surged into my back and her pussy begin to clench around me, I knew she was close.
It was time for me to take over control.
Shoving my hands under her thighs, I quickly flipped her over onto her back beside me before I moved my body on top of hers.
The glare she was throwing me told me she was angry about the lost contact. She didn’t need to worry because about ten seconds later, I slammed home into her and I wasn’t going to stop until we both claimed exhaustion.
Thrust after relentless thrust, I continued until I felt her walls contract around me. I reached under her thigh to hitch it around my hip so I could really drive home.
“So fucking good,” I ground out just as her nails scratched across my back and her walls tightened around my cock like a vise.
“Shitttt,” she screamed as the wave of her orgasm hit her. “Dean!!!” The sound of my name rolling off of her tongue in the midst of her orgasm tipped me further over the edge to where I needed to be. My muscles tightened as what had to be the most mind-blowing orgasm I’d ever had ripped through me.
Sweat covered our intertwined bodies and after a few moments our heart rates returned back to normal as I slipped out of Julia’s heat. I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers for a brief kiss before pulling away and seeing the satisfied smirk that played on her lips. I instantly missed the contact as I stood from her bed and retreated into the bathroom to clean up.
By the time I came back with a washcloth for Julia, she had already curled onto her side and was fast asleep.
I couldn’t help but worry what would happen to my already fallen heart once she left Cottage Grove. Could I talk her into staying?
Chapter 13
Julia
My muscles screamed out in delicious agony as I shifted around on the bed, the sheet I was wrapped up in slowly drifted to my waist exposing my naked breasts. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt so completely sated and I didn’t want to peel my eyes open on the off chance I would shift from my relaxed state. I had never known pain to hurt so good, the ache consumed me in places I didn’t even know existed. And the fact that I awoke with a ghost of a smile on my lips wasn’t at all lost on me. My lashes fluttered against my cheek as my hand rose to my parted lips where they were bruised from being kissed raw. I had sex with Dean Parker; delicious, unabashed, scintillating sex and he was still alive to tell about it, and what was more, I loved it.
The plan was to stay as far away from him as I could, although since he lived next door it was going to be damn near impossible. But as the morning progressed, I found myself actually enjoying his company. Yeah, I just admitted that, but if you repeat those words to anyone I will DENY. DENY. DENY them to my grave. Even though sour memories were dredged up, the easy banter between the two of us more than made up for it.
I wouldn’t ever forget the look of desire that had shown in his eyes before he forcefully threw the soap sponge in the sink. Recalling the fact that he didn’t even take the time to wipe the suds off his arms before he slammed his mouth to mine almost made me come right then and there.
Sex had never been so much fun for me, it was always an itch that I needed scratched and often mechanical on my part. He made it all about me, even letting me take control for a bit, and brought out so many foreign emotions, most of which hit me like a thunder bolt that I didn’t even begin to know how to conceal. And the orgasm that ripped through me, Oh My God. Yeah, I was pretty sure that the fire he ignited inside of me began to thaw bits and pieces of my frigid heart.
Finally, rubbing my eyes so I could attempt to get used to the brightness before I fully fluttered opened my eyes, I angled my arms above my head to get a good stretch. Loosen up those overworked muscles a bit. I was cautious to not bother Dean in case he was still asleep. Did he even fall asleep? I was so spent that I honestly didn’t have a clue.
With my eyes fully opened, I glanced over to my left and to my dismay the remaining space in the bed was empty. Had he left? The sun continued to stream in around the drawn blinds alerting me that I hadn’t slept very long. Where’d he go?
My insecurity was on the cusp of rearing its ugly head when Dean appeared in the doorway. He braced his forearm on the frame causing his shirt to lift up, revealing the ridges and contours of his stomach. My heart fluttered and my tongue involuntarily darted out to wet my lips as my eyes zeroed in on his bared skin. Wait, why was he dressed?
“Damn,” he groaned causing my eyes to snap up to his, my brow lifted in question. My nipples puckered and my breath hitched at his hungered expression. He pushed himself from the door jamb and swiftly stalked towards me, dropping to his knees when he reached the edge of the bed right beside me.
His eyes skimmed down to my breasts before bringing them back to my face
where they flared. “If I had one wish to make, it would be always being greeted by this sight. An exquisite woman baring her breasts to me while she lazily stretches from her sleep.” His statement kicked up my heart rate and made my cheeks flush from his boldness.
His hand engulfed a breast and I arched to move myself closer in his direction. The surge of wetness between my legs told me I was primed and ready for rounds two through four.
“Dean,” I whispered. “Fuck me, please.” The plea fell from my lips so easily. I didn’t know what came over me, I never begged. It was just unheard of. And yet, here I was and he had yet to say a word. Had I rendered him speechless?
His throat bobbed as he swallowed and the contemplation of my begging was clearly causing him inner turmoil. What was there to think about? A naked woman in front of you, ready and willing and you have to have a conversation with yourself on whether or not you want to do something about it? I thought that what had taken place between the two of us was phenomenal, but as more and more time passed I started to think that perhaps it was just me. His silence said everything that I needed to know. How could I have been so stupid? He released his hold on my breast and I scrambled to sit up and pulled the sheet up to my neck where it was now covering me completely. I clutched the thin material to my chest, although it wasn’t the suit of armor that I preferred to be wearing when dealing with such an impactful blow.
My throat tightened as the first wave of unshed tears glistened in my eyes. It stung to be so openly rejected. Dean’s brow furrowed and he released a groan as his head fell face down onto the mattress. His voice came out in a muffled whisper. “Dammit, Julia,” he braced his open palms on the bed and pushed himself upright until his face was only centimeters away.
My bottom lip trembled while I forcibly blinked back my tears. I may act like a cold hearted bitch, but it didn’t mean that I was immune to feeling emotion and the ache of not being wanted. What shocked me more was that I was so upset by Dean’s refusal.
He lifted a hand towards my face and I flinched before his fingers ever made contact with my cheek. He searched deep into my eyes as if he was trying to find an answer but I wasn’t even aware of what the question was. He seemed sad, full of regret.
The chips in my frozen heart that had begun to thaw before were well on their way to hardening back up. I let my guard down and for what? “I never beg. And here I started to allow my walls to come tumbling down for you. And the first chance you get, you turn me down.”
His hands that were propped up on the mattress clenched as his jaw hardened. “I’m fucking this up.” He let one of his hands drift to mine where they were firmly grasping the sheet and he pried it from my clutch. “I wasn’t refusing you. God, I could never refuse you anything. I have to go into town before it starts getting dark to get things from the store for Bea and her husband and make sure Stella and Norah are all right.” His thumb began rubbing in tiny circles on the hand he held, “I was trying to decide whether or not we had enough time before I have to go.”
Well, that was one way of making me feel like a world class bitch. Dean was a nice guy, what on earth did he see in me? But then I remembered that this was only a fling. Two willing and able adults enjoying each other before the possibility of never seeing each other again arose. I didn’t know what hurt worse, the fact that after this week Dean Parker would almost cease to exist for me, or the fact that I wanted to long for something more.
“I want to come,” I said, not even thinking of letting him go out in these conditions by himself. I didn’t know what help I could offer, but it would make me feel better if he wasn’t braving it alone.
An even louder groan escaped from his lips, “Sweetheart, I have to get going. I am definitely calling a rain check though.”
A slight giggle bubbled through me at the double entendre before I quickly sobered. I pushed his shoulder back as I swept my legs over the side of the bed and stood up. “Seriously?” I deadpanned, “that’s not what I meant and you know it.”
I padded around the room, still completely in the buff, retrieving my discarded clothes so I could get ready to leave with him. I felt his eyes on my backside as I pulled my panties and then my leggings up my thighs and it almost made me feel giddy. What the hell was wrong with me?
“What are you doing to me? Here I am, willingly going out with you just so I don’t have to wonder whether or not you’ve gotten stuck under a monstrous snowdrift.” I paused just a beat before continuing on, “I guess it’s really more for my amusement.” I was trying to cover up the deeper feelings that threatened to break free. I sat down on the edge of the bed, my back still to him, and slipped my arms into the straps of my satin bra and fastened the hooks at my back. Dean appeared in front of me, grabbed ahold of my upper arms and hauled me up and into his chest. My breath left me in a whoosh as our bodies aligned flush against one another.
I audibly swallowed and debated looking into his eyes, not knowing what I would find staring back at me? He took the decision away from me as he pressed his fingertips under my chin and tilted my face up so I had no other choice but to give him my attention.
His expression was smoldering and it became unbearably hard to breathe. When he spoke, his tone was laced with uncertain emotion. “I could ask you the same thing, what’re you doing to me? But I don’t want to spend the remainder of our time together trying to separate out our emotions. You said you wanted a fling and I’m seriously trying to keep up that mindset.” A hint of sadness flashed behind his eyes before he released me and his expression turned impassive.
“Be ready to go in five minutes, I’m going to go warm up the truck.”
As he walked out of the guest room, I couldn’t help the niggling suspicion that I truly hurt his feelings when I only offered him a fling. I thought one measly romp between the sheets would be enough to get our fill of one another, but it seemed I was only lying to myself.
Stepping out into the garage, I pulled the door closed behind me and found Dean waiting in the driver’s seat of Baylor’s work truck. When he didn’t make a move to look up through the windshield or even hop out to greet me, I knew that whatever this was between us was only hurting him. I didn’t like the shift in our relationship and certainly didn’t want to have to walk on eggshells around him. I swallowed past the lump in my throat, because I honestly didn’t know how to proceed from here. Readjusting my wool knit hat on my head, ensuring it was covering my ears, I walked towards the passenger side. After Dean had walked out I'd rushed to Eden’s bedroom and pilfered through her closet until I found her old purple parka and a pair of snow boots. Eden’s foot was a size bigger than mine, but it’d work for the situation.
When I lifted the handle on the door I didn’t know what the mood in the cab of the truck would be. What I didn’t expect was the tension to be so unsurmountable that it would really take some effort to climb up into the seat.
I stayed frozen in my seat, looking out the windshield in disbelief at all the slide offs on the road. Numerous cars were driven into embankments and even more were abandoned. Dean hadn’t even spoken a word to me since I situated myself and buckled up. He was driving carefully and I couldn’t help but think maybe he was taking extra precautions because I was with him. Just the thought that he actually might care about me sent up all kinds of red flags that I wanted nothing more than to ignore. He was nothing like my two ex-husbands, so keeping him from my overly guarded heart wasn’t fair to him or myself. I just didn’t know whether or not it was worth the chance to break down my heavily defended wall only to have him shatter my heart even more. Then there was the matter of us living in two completely different states. I released a long, drawn out sigh and laid the back of my head up against the head rest. Twenty-four hours ago I barely tolerated the guy and now what?
“You like me…” Dean spoke up, startling me from my thoughts as if he had read my mind.
Placing my elbow on the door frame, I sighed again, thinking of how I should put my emotions in
to words. If I even wanted to give him that much. “I’m a step up from tolerating you, I’d say I’m accepting you. Ask me again tomorrow.”
He chuckled, “I’ll hold you to that.” And just like that the tension dissipated; I was extremely thankful for the relief and the ability to take a fully cleansing breath.
Dean was right, I didn’t want to spend the remainder of our time contemplating what the next step would be or obsess about something coming afterwards. I wanted to just be with him. “Can we just be Dean and Julia? No expectations or labels for the remainder of my trip?” I bit my lip and glanced in his direction, not knowing how he would take my request.
The tip of his mouth curled up into a small grin, “Yeah, we can do that.”
Just as quickly as he grinned, his mouth turned into a grim line as he started veering to the side of the faint snow plowed road. I looked through the windshield as he pulled behind a small four door sedan which had the outline of people sitting in the front seats. He threw the truck in park, placed his hand on the door handle before pausing and looking back towards me, “Lock the door when I get out and keep your phone handy.”
Anxiety flared in my stomach as I reached across the center console and grabbed ahold of his forearm. “What’re you doing? You can’t go out there.” My feeling of panic had my voice trembling as I looked out through the windshield at the stalled vehicle in front of us.
“Julia, this isn’t New York or Nashville,” his eyes softened when he looked at my hand grasping him. “I’m just going to see if they need any help.”
With that he opened the door, angling himself so he could jump out and onto the snow covered road. I never took my eyes off him for a second and even willed myself not to blink so I wouldn’t miss anything. He leaned into the car when the owner rolled down the driver’s side window. My hands gripped the plastic console and the door tightly as I quietly prayed that we wouldn’t end up on the evening news or worse, America’s Most Wanted as the victims of a ruthless murder when all the man wanted to do was help.