Danny (Big Northwest Book 1)

by Janice M. Whiteaker

  Own them.

  The press of her teeth wasn’t enough to quench the fire burning her skin. Danny pulled his flesh deeper, sucking until the heat of the blood rushing under his skin warmed her tongue.

  Her body went slack against his, legs barely holding her upright as Craig turned to face her, capturing her lips in a kiss that reignited the hum lingering in her limbs. She dug her fingers into his hair, fisting the strands tight.

  Craig groaned into her mouth as her naked body rubbed against his, the press of his dick on her belly a reminder that he had still not been on the receiving end of this encounter.

  No. Not just this encounter.

  Craig had asked for very little and given more than a lot while she bucked against all of it. Fighting what he claimed to already know.

  Danny dropped to her knees.

  Craig caught her shoulders, holding her in place as he tried to step back. “Not a good idea.”

  “I don’t care.” She grabbed his thighs, the thick muscles there proof he hadn’t missed as many runs as he claimed. “It’s what I want.” Danny didn’t wait for more arguing, and there would certainly be more if she gave him the opportunity. The flared head of his cock slipped between her lips and over her tongue. His skin was as smooth as it looked. Hard and velvety soft at the same time.

  Craig’s hands laced in her hair. “Danny, I—” His voice cut off as she pulled her mouth back, licking across the slitted tip before pulling him deep into her mouth again.

  The tremble of his leg under her palm and the helpless sound caught in his throat emboldened her, made her venture away from the very basic skills she had. Keeping one hand on his rigid dick, stroking at the same pace her mouth set, Danny dropped her lips lower.

  “Nope.” Craig grabbed her shoulders, backing away. “Nope. Nope. Nope.” In a quick move he scooped her up from the floor and deposited her on the bed, crawling back over her. “Stop looking at me like that.”

  “You ruined my fun.” Danny sucked in a breath as his body slid against hers, the solid shaft that was just between her lips settling against her belly.

  “You say that now, but you wouldn’t have had near as much fun if I let you keep going.” Craig buried his face in her neck, taking a few long breaths as the weight of his body rested against hers.

  Danny stared up at the ceiling as his body got heavier with each slow inhale. “What are you doing?”

  “Getting mentally prepared.”

  “You make it sound like a taxing experience.” She wiggled a little under him, trying to line certain parts of him up with certain parts of her.

  Craig groaned. “You have no idea.” He lifted off her, one hand clamping down on her hip. “You’re doing that on purpose.”

  “Maybe.” Danny reached up to slide her palms down the center of his chest and over the defined lines cutting across his stomach. “Are these useful or just for show?”

  “I guess you’ll have to tell me.” He dropped one foot to the floor, grabbing his jeans and pulling out a condom. “Will you be disappointed if they’re just nice to look at?”

  She traced one ridge. “They aren’t terrible to touch, so probably not.” Her finger followed one, cutting across to slide down the deep V cut against one hip, gliding toward—

  Craig caught her by the wrist, shaking his head at her as he rolled the condom into place. “You’re determined to see me make a fool of myself aren’t you?”

  “You’re acting like I’m only going to give you one shot at this.” Danny pulled her knees up, resting her thighs against Craig’s hips as he settled against her, the tip of his dick teasing her as it dragged along her slit.

  Craig’s forehead rested on hers. “There is only one shot at this, Danny.” He reached between them, lining his cock up and giving her just a bit of him.

  “That’s not true.” She tried to lift up, but his hand held her firmly in place.

  “It is.” His eyes were serious as they stayed on hers. “There’s only one first time for us, and I want you to remember it well.” He pushed a little, barely easing in more.

  Danny jumped. “Oh.”

  “Oh? What’s oh mean?”

  “Oh means that’s a little more...” She scrambled for a word that wouldn’t stop him in his tracks. “Snug than I remember it feeling.”

  “Danny.” Craig’s tone was calm and even, but it didn’t hide the tension clenching his jaw. “How long has it been since you’ve done this?”

  “A little while.” She tried to wiggle up again, hoping he might be distracted enough she could gain some ground.

  His hand pressed tighter.

  “How long is a little while?” His fingers dug into her hip. “Specifically.”

  SIXTEEN

  “A FEW YEARS.”

  Danny was purposely trying to be vague.

  “A few is three. Has it been three years since you’ve had sex?” Craig wanted to pull back, but the lock of her legs at his waist kept him right where he was.

  “It’s been every bit of three years since I’ve had sex.” She nodded too many times.

  “How many total has it been?”

  Danny tried to lift onto him again. He held tight, keeping her body against the mattress.

  This was not what he was expecting. Craig knew Danny didn’t have a vast amount of experience.

  But his own experience with women who’d had children was even more limited.

  Zero. He’d been with zero women who’d given birth, and it was making him wish he’d at least Googled it.

  Danny huffed out a breath. “Ten.” Her brows lifted. “Happy?”

  He was not happy. He was panicking.

  “Am I going to hurt you?”

  “If I say probably are you going to stop?”

  Craig tried again to back away, but she held him just as tight as he held her. “I don’t want to hurt you, Danny.”

  “There’s only two options.” She traced a path up the center of his chest with one finger. “Three, actually.” The finger raked through his chest hair. “I never have sex again.” Her eyes came to his. “I’m not a fan of that one.”

  Craig couldn’t stop a smile. “Understandable.”

  “Or you could just power through and get it over with.”

  “I don’t like you thinking of this as getting it over with.”

  Danny shook her head. “Not me. You. You’re the one having issues right now.”

  “You said there was a third option.”

  Her finger slid over the aching spot on his neck, blue eyes darkening as they followed the same path. “If it’s not you who does it, then it would have to be someone else.”

  The thought of another man doing this without care or concern burned through him. “No.”

  Her lips curved into a knowing smile. “Then it looks like you’re just going to have to buck up buttercup.” Danny took advantage of his distraction and gripped the shoulder she marked, pushing it hard enough to knock him to one side, rolling into the move until her knees straddled his hips. “Unless you want to stop now.” She hovered over him, one hand braced in the center of his chest while the other one gripped his aching dick, lining it back into position. “What will it be, City Boy?”

  Craig held her hips, digging his fingers into the soft skin there. “I want what you want, Danny. Always.”

  Her smile softened. “I think I might just want you.” She eased down, her expression barely tightening.

  He couldn’t speak. Couldn’t respond to her hushed admission no matter how much he wanted to.

  Because the sight of Danny over him stole all his air. All his words. All his thoughts.

  The hand holding him moved away as her body sank over his, joining the one pressed to his chest as she moved in tiny, excruciatingly slow increments.

  She was so tight. So warm. So fucking beautiful as she took him in, inch by slow inch, until her body was fully seated.

  The air rushed out of her lungs.

  “You okay, Danny Girl?�
� Craig stroked down her thighs and back up again, trying to soothe the discomfort pinching her face.

  “I’m fine. Just acclimating.” Her hips rocked just a little. “Oh.” Danny’s bottom lip caught between her teeth as she lifted and sank back down. “There.” Her body dropped forward, lips finding his as she started to move, taking what she wanted, how she wanted it.

  Craig moved with her, carefully at first, making sure not to give too much, too fast, but soon it was clear Danny was past the point of discomfort.

  “You feel so good.” Her head tipped back as she pushed up against his chest, riding him with smooth, steady strokes. “So fucking good.” Her long blonde hair draped down her back, swinging with each move of her lean body.

  Watching her was the worst kind of torture, making his balls tight and his dick twitch as he fought the need to come. She was as perfect for him in this as she was in everything else, moving without a trace of self-consciousness. There was no room for it in her life, and it showed in everything she did.

  Every breath she took.

  Craig’s hands roamed her body, appreciating, memorizing. Her thighs. Her hips. Her stomach. Her breasts.

  He wanted to know every inch of her. Every dip and curve.

  What made her gasp. What made her moan.

  What made her come undone.

  He plucked her nipples as her movement sped up, twisting the tips as she started to chant his name in soft whispers. Biting her lip when the sounds dragging free became too loud. He couldn’t look away. Didn’t want to miss a second.

  Her legs jerked, fitting tighter against his sides as her movements started to hitch. She barely whimpered. “I’m so close.”

  “Come here.” He pulled Danny down until she laid against him, sliding one hand between their bodies to find her clit as he tucked his legs up, pressing the balls of his feet into the mattress for leverage. Craig clamped down on a groan as his hips slapped against the backs of her thighs and the nub of her clit hardened under his touch. “Come on, Danny Girl. I want to feel you come while I fuck you.”

  Her pussy clenched around him as she sucked in a breath.

  “You like that? You like when I talk about what I’m doing to you?” He wrapped one arm around her back, holding her tight to him as he thrust harder, pressing deeper, whispering against her ear. “I will never get enough of you, you know that?” He worked the fingers between her legs a little faster. “How you sound. How you smell. How you taste. I need it like fucking air, Danny.”

  She let out a low guttural groan as her body went rigid, everything clenching tight as he kept going.

  “I want to fuck you like this every night and every morning. I want to make you come until you can’t move.” Craig closed his eyes, grating the words out between clenched teeth. “And then I want to make you come again.”

  All the air rushed from her body on a breathy cry of release and then Danny went limp, her weight resting warm and satiated against him.

  “That was—” Her breathing was ragged in his ear. “I don’t know what that was.”

  Craig rolled her body under his, keeping their connection. “I’m not done with you yet, Sweetheart.” He nuzzled into her neck, finally feeling like tonight was going to be all he wanted.

  All Danny deserved.

  All he needed.

  “What?” Both her hands went to her head, one brushing back the drape of hair covering her eyes and the other smooshing against one cheek. “But—”

  “Unless you want me to be done.” Craig rocked into her a little, showing her he was still very much in the game.

  Danny’s eyes rolled back, lids dropping closed. “How is that possible?”

  “You’re not dealing with a college boy, Danny Girl. I’m a full-grown man who is more than capable of going as long as it takes.”

  Her arms dropped to the bed. “But—”

  “I said until you can’t move.” He pulled almost all the way out then gave her a few short thrusts before sinking back to the hilt. “And then one more after that.”

  “I don’t think that’s possible.” Danny’s back barely arched as he slowly began to fuck her again.

  “Anything’s possible with the right motivation.” Craig moved harder, with more purpose behind each press of his hips.

  “And what is your motivation?” She lifted to meet his next pump, biting her lip as their bodies met.

  “My motivation is always you.” He lowered so his front rested against hers, changing the angle of his movements, grinding his pelvis against her clit.

  “Oh.” Her hand went over her eyes. “That’s—”

  “Nice?” He gritted his teeth as Danny’s hips continued to lift, each movement bringing a little more force than the last.

  “It’s fucking amazing.” Danny’s hands gripped his ass, pulling him harder into her. “I want more.”

  “Harder, Craig. Please.”

  He thought he was finally getting things under control, but the rasp of her pleas made it clear things were nowhere near under control.

  Not his anyway.

  Craig pistoned harder, his movements taking on a frenzied edge that fed on Danny’s husky demands, pulling his balls so tight they ached. “Come on, Danny Girl. Your time’s running out.” He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to find something to hold him back a few seconds longer.

  “Come, Craig. Now.” She bucked, her pussy fisting him tight.

  He buried his face in her hair, trying to smother the low groan ripped free as he emptied into the condom between them, his hips jerking with each pulse of heat as it shot free, taking the last strength he had with it.

  Danny’s hands slid up and down his back in long, slow strokes, warm and soothing. Her head tipped close to his, her voice soft in his ear.

  “Who can’t move now, City Boy?”

  ****

  “HOW LONG WILL it be?” Jude glanced toward the front of the house for the hundredth time, a forkful of French toast hovering in front of his open mouth.

  “I don’t know, Ju-Ju.” Danny shoved in a bite, sneaking a peek of her own toward the stairs. She thought the white lie would work out well when she told it, but it was looking like Craig might have been more tired than she imagined.

  The shower in her room was at the front corner of the house, so it was impossible to know if it was running yet, but she hoped to God it was.

  Otherwise.

  The sound of footsteps on the stairs sent Jude off his stool and racing to the entryway. “Is it time to go on our hike?”

  She heard Craig’s voice before she saw him, the low sound sending her frazzled nerves into overdrive.

  Last night had been...

  Something.

  And just the thought of facing Craig had her skin heating and her stomach flipping.

  “You go outside while I talk to your momma, and then we will head over.” Craig watched Jude run out the door, one side of his mouth lifted in an almost smile.

  Then he turned to her, his smile shifting into something much less innocent.

  Her fork clattered against the laminate floor under her bare feet.

  The sight of the man made her drop her fork.

  “Morning.” Craig prowled toward her, dark eyes never leaving her face as he crept closer. “How did you sleep?”

  Danny almost choked on a swallow. He’d shaved off the dark hair that peppered his face last night, and his hair was still damp and slicked to one side. The sleeves of his pale blue waffle-weave Henley were shoved up over the corded length of his forearms. “Fine.”

  One almost-black brow lifted. “Fine? That sounds like a challenge, Danny Girl.” In a fast move, Craig’s body was pressed against hers, pinning her back against the counter. “Like I should try harder tonight.”

  If the man tried any harder she would combust. “I slept well.”

  She felt awkward. Uncertain how to face a man who had seen every inch of her and heard any number of crazy sounds come out of her mouth.

  And t
hen there was the biting thing.

  Danny’s eyes automatically slid to the spot where his shirt hid the mark she’d put on him.

  “It’s still there, don’t worry.” Craig’s lips trailed over the skin of her neck.

  “I wasn’t worried.” She clamped her mouth shut. Everything coming out of the damn thing sounded defensive.

  He caught the lobe of her ear with his teeth. “You sounded worried.”

  “I was just worried it hurt.” She’d taken a peek at it this morning. The skin was red and blotchy around the dark imprints of her teeth. Luckily she hadn’t broken the skin, but that didn’t go very far in making her feel better.

  Or less embarrassed about the whole thing.

  Who in the hell bit a man like that during sex?

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

  “You did though, Danny.” Craig’s voice was quiet in her ear. “You very much meant to do it.”

  She did. She did mean to do it.

  Not on purpose though, if that made any freaking sense.

  “I think you and your sisters are a little different from Kari.” He leaned back. “When I came here, I knew immediately what you were. Thought I understood it all.” He barely shook his head. “But you are so much more than I realized.”

  Her chest went tight. “What do you mean?”

  Craig thought he knew her. It was why he was sure they should be together.

  But what if he was wrong? What if she wasn’t what he thought?

  What if it changed everything?

  His eyes roamed her face as his hands brushed over the skin of her arms, sliding into the open sleeves of her t-shirt. “Kari had her brothers and father to protect her. She was always surrounded by men who were willing to die to keep her safe.” Craig’s jaw went tight. “You and your sisters never had that.” His hands slid to her back, kneading the muscles trying to tighten up. “I think it made you different. More aggressive.” His lips barely quirked. “More dangerous.”

  He didn’t look upset over the revelation. If anything Craig appeared—