But now that she was here, in her father’s beloved national park, she’d been slammed back into reality. The fresh wounds of his death felt raw again. She was still ignoring the weight of the decision hanging over her head, but eventually it would creep in on her.
When she opened her eyes, she spotted a figure. For half a second, she’d forgotten about Luke and startled. He walked in, naked, his cock looking like it was straining toward her.
“What are you doing?” she blurted, taking a step back.
He paused and looked at her like she’d suddenly gone crazy. “Sorry. I thought I’d join you.”
“Get out!” She covered her breasts and he laughed.
“I’ve seen it all, beautiful. I’m not sure why you’re trying to hide it now.”
He had a point. It was the initial shock of him intruding on her so boldly that made her momentarily outraged. Now that she’d calmed down, she dropped her hands but stayed pressed up against the wall, watching him.
His forehead creased. “Why do you look so afraid? I’m just taking a shower. I’m not going to force you to do anything. My dick likes you, but it’ll mind its manners.”
She nodded, then took a moment to look him over. Tattoos, nipple rings, pecs, abs, those sinfully cut arms, the vee of muscle dipping down. She bit her lip as her gaze drifted lower. He even had a sexy cock. How was that even possible?
“Come here,” he ordered softly and stretched his hand out toward her.
With a deep breath, she took his hand and let him pull her under the water and up against his body. “Turn around.”
“Why?”
He tsked. “You ask a lot of questions, little girl.” When she didn’t respond, he gently turned her by the shoulders. “I haven’t turned into a different guy just because we’re here. I’m just gonna wash your hair.”
“O-okay.” Nobody had ever washed her hair before. Not since she’d been a child anyway. What kind of guy did that? Normally, when a guy got in the shower with a girl, he wanted something.
Luke lathered her shampoo in her hair, taking his time massaging her scalp. Soon, she relaxed against him, unable to hold back the occasional groan of pleasure.
By the time he rinsed the conditioner, she couldn’t remember why she’d been so aghast about sharing the shower. Or why anyone wouldn’t want shower sex.
“There. Done,” he said once he finished.
She turned around, suddenly wanting to return the favor. Only, she’d rather wash something else of his.
Licking her lips, she lowered her gaze to his cock, which pressed against her hip. He groaned out loud. “Princess . . .” he said through gritted teeth, “you really shouldn’t look at a man that way. It’s cruel.”
“What way?”
“Like . . . I don’t know.” His voice sounded pained and his dick twitched. “Like you are right now.”
She wrapped her hand around the length of his hard cock and he hissed in a breath.
“We don’t . . .” he choked out. “You don’t have to do anything. It’s not what I came in here for.”
She knew that now. Underneath the tattoos and Mohawk, he was a gentleman, and he respected her. “I know. But I want to.” She moved her hand from the base down, and then back up again, enjoying the way his face changed as she stroked.
“You sure?”
Smirking, she nodded. “Unless you don’t.”
“Oh, I do.” He grabbed a handful of her hair and she gasped. “Then get on your knees and do it right.”
Fuuuuck. Gentleman to Dominant in one-point-five seconds.
As she lowered herself to her knees, he kept a firm hold of her hair. Eye level with his cock, she paused to stare at it. It was so . . . big. How did that thing ever fit inside her? And what was she supposed to do now?
“Have you done this before?” he asked.
“Yeah, I told you that. But . . . I suck at it.”
He snorted. “That’s the idea, sweetness.”
Grumbling, she pouted up at him. “Har har. But seriously. I don’t know what I’m doing.” Humiliation bubbled up. The memory was distant but the pain still right on the surface. Her ex had made cutting, underhanded comments on her skills in bed, and it had only made her more dreadfully self-conscious. Could she do this? Was she as hopeless as Davin had said?
Luke tightened his grip on her hair and guided her face to him. “Open your mouth, girl.”
The dominance and the way her scalp tingled when he pulled made her clit throb. She gulped. That big thing in her mouth? It wouldn’t fit. “But I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Then don’t bite me.”
“But . . .” She stared at it, grimacing. This was a bad idea. He’d see how awkward she was and that’d be the end of his interest in her.
“Shh,” he said sharply then reached down and tapped her lips. “Open.”
Her mouth obeyed him, popping open immediately. He pressed the head between her lips and paused. She licked him hesitantly and his whole body tightened.
When she swirled her tongue around the head, he hissed in a breath. She glanced upward, surprised at the agony on his face.
Wow. I did that?
A heady sense of power overcame her and she grew bolder. She sucked him further in, her tongue playing with the tip of his cock. It kind of reminded her of sucking his fingers, and between his reactions and his grip on her hair, it was easy to tell what he was enjoying. He wasn’t making fun of her at all, and even had to brace himself against the wall. Fuck. Between the sounds he was making and the feel of him in her mouth and under her tongue, she was getting needy. She paused, pulling her head back to look at the slick erection.
“Don’t you dare stop now, woman,” he barked.
“Is it . . .” She looked up, blinking into the spatter of water. “Am I doing okay?”
His answering grin wasn’t a smile so much as a wolfish baring of teeth. “Keep going and you’ll find out.”
Before she could respond, he shoved his cock back into her mouth, making her take him as deep as she could. She choked a little, and moaned, but he only pushed in farther, cutting off her air for a second before pulling out again.
“Tap my leg if you need me to stop,” he said hoarsely. “That’s your safeword for now.”
She tried to take back control but he wouldn’t let her. He held her head still and pumped into her mouth, using her like she was nothing more than his little toy. She fucking loved it. “Such a good girl,” he rumbled, stroking her cheek. She was so hot she felt like she was going to explode. “Come on now, pretty girl. Show me how much cock you can take.”
She struggled to take more, forcing herself, drooling on him, then retreated, gagging, when she needed to breathe again. A wave of self-consciousness made her tear up worse than gagging had. Some girls could deep-throat a guy no problem, but even though she wanted to impress him, it just wasn’t working. Barely half was going into her mouth.
“Again,” he tugged her closer by a lock of hair. “I can’t believe how much you’re taking for me.”
“Really?” Was he just being nice? His face said he was enjoying it, at least.
“Really.”
“But . . . I’m drooling on you.” She laughed uncomfortably, and tried to wipe away some of her saliva with her hand.
He grunted. “Drooling is hot in this context, trust me.”
“And gagging?”
“You’re choosing to give me pleasure rather than breathe. How could a man fault you for that?” He chuckled. “Besides, you gagging feels good too.”
Point taken.
She went back to work. Under her hands, his thigh muscles rippled, tensed and straining. She let her fingers caress him—his legs, his cock, his balls. When he swore, she felt like she’d been given a gold star. She let herself get creative, did some weird things
with her tongue. One of his hands grabbed convulsively at her hair and he reclaimed control of her, fucking her face. His grunts overpowered the sound of the shower, making her shiver. Every time she struggled or moaned, he caught his breath or shuddered. It felt like he really enjoyed doing this to her, and she really loved letting him.
He got rougher, and she could tell he was starting to fight to control himself. What was she supposed to do when he came? She’d never finished a guy off this way before, and she wasn’t sure what to do from here. Would it be disgusting? This was all so rude and dirty, but even the idea of him coming in her mouth was turning her on.
When his body tensed, she closed her eyes, bracing herself. He let out one long groan and then heat exploded into her mouth. She tried to pull away to spit it out, but he held her still, forcing her to take more and more of it until she thought she’d drown.
“Swallow,” he growled, the menace in his voice overriding whatever revulsion she should have felt.
Choking it down, she gagged, but obeyed. Her eyes watered and she felt like some of it had gone up her nose. Shaking, she looked up at him, desperate for his approval. His gaze was fierce, possessive, commanding.
Approving.
He pulled out of her mouth and she hunched over, gasping. Water ran down over her face, cooling her heated cheeks. Luke drew her up her from the ground and gathered her into his arms.
His sexy, satisfied expression made her want to clap her hands. Maybe real blow jobs didn’t involve the guy doing most of the work, but for now she was ecstatic that he was pleased.
He stroked her hair and back and she sagged against him. Cupping her face, he gazed down at her. “Are you okay?”
“Yes.” Tired, a bit embarrassed, a lot elated, but okay. “Did I . . . do a good job?”
His head fell back and he let out a small groan. “Do you really have to ask?”
“Well . . .”
Chuckling, he stared down at her. “Wasn’t me coming down the back of your throat answer enough?”
Her body felt flushed. God, why did he have to talk so dirty all the time? She was probably in a constant blush around him. And his words brought her attention to her own need.
He forced her face up to look at him. “You have a very talented mouth.”
“Okay.” She bit her lip, unsure of whether to believe him. Maybe he was just being polite. Just then, her stomach let out a loud rumble.
Luke laughed. “What? You want more? Insatiable woman.” He winked then turned the water off. “Come on. You’ll have to settle for food for now.”
With shaky knees, she stepped out of the shower then let him pat her dry with a towel. She was learning that he liked taking care of her, so she didn’t fight him on it. She could certainly dry herself off, but it he seemed to get immense satisfaction when he tended to her.
Pleasing him was starting to please her much more than it should.
Chapter 10
Ophelia’s father had been right. Glacier National Park was the most beautiful place Luke had ever seen. With each turn on the trail, the view grew more and more breathtaking.
That morning, they’d driven up Going-to-the-Sun Road to a mountain pass where they’d left the car and started on their trail. The drive itself was a spectacular array of views. As it twisted and turned through the mountains, waterfalls fell onto the road from the cliffs, creating rainbows in the sunlight. Below them, steep mountainsides covered in forest gave the drive a treacherous feel. The road was narrow and hugged the edge of the mountain.
The Highline Trail was even better because they were outside, tasting the air, feeling the freshness on their faces. And once they were out of sight of civilization, it felt like they were in the very soul of the earth.
Every time Ophelia turned to grin at him, he got the overwhelming feeling that they were sharing some sacred private moment. He had no idea he’d get so swept away by the place.
“Hurry up, slowpoke,” Ophelia said over her shoulder. She was a good few yards ahead, lengthening her strides up the rocky path.
In some ways, he was glad she was faster than him. It gave him ample opportunity to stare at her ass—a perfect heart shape, even in the khaki hiking shorts. It had caused him to lose his footing several times.
“How are you so good at this?” He hated that he sounded winded. “Have you been practicing or something?”
She turned around and smirked. “Pole-dancing fitness classes.”
He felt his eyes go wide. After clearing his throat, he said, “You’ll have to show me some of your moves later.”
Laughing, she turned back to the trail.
His gaze lowered to her ass again. Mmm. He itched to spank it again. He’d have to find a reason later. Was there somewhere private enough to put her over his knee, just for fun? They hadn’t seen another hiker for at least twenty minutes.
Her sassy smirk only egged him on. He longed to hear her small cries of pain, while he gave her a very sorry red ass. He sighed at himself. He was a twisted, twisted man.
Ahead, he spotted a flat boulder behind a bush. Smiling manically, he took several large strides to reach her.
She yelped when he grabbed her hand and tugged her off the path. “What are you doing?”
“Taking a little break.”
He pulled her behind the bush, then sat down on the boulder.
“Oh. Are you tired?”
“No,” he lied. At least not too tired to do this. Gently, he coaxed her toward his lap, but she resisted, frowning at him.
“What are you doing?”
“Spanking you,” he said simply.
She sputtered. “But . . . why? I didn’t even do anything!”
He tightened his grip when she tried to pull away. “Sure you did.” His mind worked quickly to think of an excuse. “You’ve been taunting me with your hot ass for hours.”
“Ugh. That’s bullshit!”
“Hmm.” He arched a brow. “Now we can add swearing at me to the list.”
The girl dared to roll her eyes. “Swearing? Seriously? And you can’t spank me here. People will see!”
“What people?” He waited for a safeword while she bit her lip and peered around them. Would she let him spank her? It was pretty ballsy for him to push for this, but she’d surprised him several times with what she’d let him do.
When she didn’t respond, he put his hands on her hips and guided her over his lap. That she went willingly, albeit reluctantly, made his dick hard. Fuck, she was perfect.
She covered her face with her hands and mumbled, “I can’t believe you’re doing this.”
Still no safeword. He smiled, staring at her bottom. He wouldn’t take her shorts down just in case someone happened to walk by, but he could have fun anyway.
“Are you a bad girl, Ophelia?”
“No!”
He smacked her once and she yelped. “Hmm. I think you are.”
Another slap. The shorts made the sound more of a thud, which was less likely to draw attention, but he’d bet there was no one around for at least a mile.
“I think you like to tease me,” he said, spanking her a few more times before pausing for a response.
“What are you talking about?” She wiggled but he held her still around the waist.
“Last night . . .” His dick pressed painfully against his zipper. “You were a naughty girl.”
She’d pranced around in her lace panties, pretending to be coy. It hadn’t taken long for him to throw her down on the bed for a quickie. He’d meant to have her again before the night was over—slower and with more appreciation—but she’d fallen asleep on his chest. She’d looked so goddamn adorable he hadn’t been able to bring himself to wake her.
“Last night?” She whimpered as he struck her three more times.
“Yup.” He rubbed his hand over her sh
orts, wishing he’d pulled them down so he could see her pink skin. His hand strayed down to stroke her bare thigh, too, because . . . it was right there and why not? “You were dancing around in your sexy underwear on purpose.”
Silence, and then she chuckled.
“See? I knew it.” He spanked her until she kicked and squealed, but he knew it didn’t hurt that much. In fact, he was pretty sure the buttons from her shorts stung his hand more than his hand stung her ass.
As he spanked her, he chastised her for being a better hiker than him, for buying sexy shorts, and for choosing a trail without much privacy.
By the time he was done, they were both laughing. He pulled her up and she stood in front of him, her cheeks bright red.
“That was rude!” she said in mock indignation. “Anyone could’ve seen us!”
“Yes, there’s a horny bear somewhere over there.” He gestured vaguely, smiling.
She scowled at him. It was so adorable, he couldn’t stop himself from standing up and kissing her. Her mouth moved eagerly on his, reminding him of other things she could do with those lips.
He pulled away and sighed loudly. “You’re too distracting, woman. Get moving before I throw you down and fuck you. This boulder is the perfect height.”
Eyes wide, she scrambled back to the trail.
He wished the trail was wide enough to walk side-by-side so he could hold her hand. Instead, he settled on alternating between watching her ass and the scenery again.
Soon the dirt path slanted upward. They were far from the scrub brush and trees now, and on a narrow strip surrounded by steep cliffs. Ophelia trekked confidently up the rocky trail, but the fact that one slip could send her over the edge made all his protective instincts rise to the surface.
She slowed and squinted at something in the distance. “Hey, what are those white things over there? They look like rocks but I think they’re moving.”
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