The Unblocked Collection (62 page)

“Is it the way you remember it?” he asked.

“Nothing is the way I remember it.”

“Explain.” He sucked my earlobe into his mouth.

“It looks different, feels different, being here with you.” I turned my face, pressing my cheeks against his rough whiskers. “It smells different, too. Better.”

His hand dipped into my jeans, caressing the top of my pussy. “I’ve waited all day to taste this.”

He moved me forward so my breasts were now pushing into the glass, my breath fogging it. The unforgiving surface rubbed against my nipples, turning them into hard, throbbing rocks. “I need you,” I moaned. I’d stayed up late doing paperwork the night before, after Derek had gone to bed. When I’d finally joined him, he looked too peaceful to wake. Two days without his touch felt like months.

“How badly, Frankie?” He rubbed his thumb over my clit. “How badly do you need me inside your cunt?” He pushed his dick against my ass and ground it into me. I tried to reach behind me and wrap my hand around it, but he clutched my fingers and slammed my palm onto the glass.

“My whole body is screaming for you, Derek.” And it was. My folds pulsed with so much need, it was difficult to breathe.

“Your
whole
body?”

My jeans dropped to my ankles; I stepped out of them, sliding out of my heels at the same time. His hand circled my lace panties, running over my ass, around to my clit and back. He wasn’t applying any pressure. This was just a tease. Enough of a statement to know where his fingers were and to remind me how much I wanted them inside me.

“Yes,” I replied. “All of it.”

As my loud moans filled the air, I heard him unclasp his belt and drop his jeans to the ground. His hands then moved to my hips, tilting them toward him and flattening my back. I kept my fingers on the glass, using them to steady me and bear some of my weight. When I was positioned the way he wanted me, his hand returned to my pussy and he circled my clit with a speed that made me even wetter.

“Derek,” I breathed. “You feel…” I gasped when his bare dick pressed against me.

“Tell me how I feel.”

His finger moved inside, opening me just enough to fit him. My eyes closed as I clenched my fists against the glass. “Oh my God,” I moaned. “More. Please—
more
.”

He replaced his finger with the tip of his dick, rubbing it around the outside of my entrance. “Fuck,” he hissed. “You’re fucking dripping.” Then he shoved himself inside me. I grunted as he filled me completely, tilting my hips as high as they could go, which gave him even more room to reach me. “And so tight…” he groaned.

He thrust into me hard and fast, the top of my head banging into the glass. So he pulled me up and turned me around to face him. “I love the way sex looks on you.” His thumb brushed over my bottom lip. “All flushed and turned on, needing my dick so badly it’s all you can think about.” I realized then that my hand was on his cock, squeezing it and stroking my wetness over him. I couldn’t get enough of it, even if it meant only holding it with my hand. “Take your shirt off.” I released him just long enough to lift it over my head. “Your bra, too.” Once I had it unhooked and dropped to the floor, he picked me up and wrapped my legs around him, thrusting right back into me.

“
Ahhhhh
,” I screamed, digging my nails into his shoulders. While I clung to him, grinding him in the air, his mouth went to my nipples. He was just as forceful with them as he was with my pussy, driving into me with long, deep strokes, the muscles in his chest and stomach flexing with each pump of his hips.

He brought me across the room to the big bed, the down blanket sinking underneath me as the sides billowed around me. I stretched my arms over my head, keeping my legs around his waist and I watched him. If sex looked good on me, then it looked absolutely perfect on him. His eyes were dark, lustful…so feral. The roughness of his bushy beard matched the way he treated my body—always desirable, always fulfilling, but always with a need and urgency that was neither delicate nor tender.

At times like this, when I was so satisfied and fully desired, I couldn’t believe he was mine.

He moved me onto my side and slid in behind me. My leg wrapped around his as I opened my hips. He glided in and out, his hands drifting all over my body, squeezing my nipples and brushing over my clit before he finally moved to my ass. “I’ve missed this.”

The feeling was mutual. He hadn’t spent as much time in there as he’d promised. We were always so frantic to be with each other, for him to be inside me, that this spot hadn’t gotten as much attention as the others. But now he was finger-fucking my ass, moving in sync with his dick. His other arm was under my head; I leaned back so my lips could reach it…and while he was causing every nerve in my body to explode with pleasure, I gnawed on his hand. I couldn’t help it. My teeth were the only thing I was able to control in that moment and they needed to bite down on something.

“Harder,” he demanded. It was a demand that made my pussy tingle even more. So I did exactly what he asked. “Fucking
harder
, Frankie.” As I tried to stop myself from unraveling, I licked the divots I’d made in his skin. “Your cunt is getting tighter.”

“I’m trying not to come.” I released his skin just long enough to speak. “But this feels too good…I can’t stop it.” I draped my leg farther around him, until I was almost lying on top of him. The new position opened my ass even more. He moved a second finger inside me and I began to beg for a release.

“Look at me,” he commanded. I turned my head so I could meet his eyes. “I want you to kiss me, and when my tongue enters your mouth, I want to feel your cunt contract over my cock.”

“Then fucking kiss me, Derek.”

He grinned a bit before pressing his mouth against mine. He only gave me his lips, and I knew he was doing it on purpose. He was making my body build, forcing it to anticipate him, until I wanted him even more. He was thrusting into me with such speed, such intensity that our mouths bounced with each stroke. Then his lips slowly opened a bit more, his breath increasing, my moans filling the space between us.

Just when I thought I couldn’t wait a second more, his tongue slid into my mouth. My body shuddered immediately, a spike of pleasure bursting in my chest and between my legs. My ass clenched around his fingers as he slowly pulled them out, every part of my body so stimulated and quivering from the release. His hand flattened against my navel and his orgasm began spurting into me. I gave him my tongue, and he sucked the end of it before he moaned my name.

It was the most erotic sound I’d ever heard.

Gently pulling out of me, he rolled me onto my back and hovered over me. A thin layer of sweat covered his skin and made his body shine. I rubbed my fingers over it. I didn’t know how it was possible for it to taste as enticing as it smelled. But it did.

“Are you ready for more wine?”

“I would
love
more.”

His lips pressed against mine again, giving me a little more than a taste. “Go get dressed.”

I didn’t ask where we were going or what he had planned. I hadn’t asked any details about this trip because, for the first time in several weeks, I craved the surprise, the unknown; the feelings that came with each. I was no longer numb. My body was finally aware of what was happening even when Derek wasn’t inside it. With that came tears when I thought of Anna, and the fear of a life without her. It was an ache so deep it hurt to breathe.

I didn’t want to feel that this week. I wanted to feel Napa. I wanted to feel the wine.

More than anything, I wanted to feel Derek.

He was giving me that.

***

Derek sat across from me on the balcony, a small square table separating us. This restaurant had once been a house, lived in by the owner of the winery. It still very much felt like a home, and the waitstaff treated us like family.

A plate of seafood sat in front of me, with risotto and grilled vegetables. I was on my second glass of the most delicious pinot noir. But it wasn’t the food or the wine that was making this evening so amazing. Just one story below us was the start of the vineyard, the grapes traveling over each of the rolling hills, the sun setting beautifully over them. The sky was deep magenta with strips of gold and navy where it hit the top of the Vaca Mountains. And then, there was the incredibly sexy man whose leg brushed mine under the table, whose eyes were making me melt with lust…whose beard was making me want to lean across the table so I could feel his rough whiskers on my lips.

I didn’t know such a perfect moment could exist.

We had spent our second day in Napa touring wineries, indulging in tastings, purchasing bottles from the boutique wineries that weren’t available in retail stores. I had tasted freshly baked bread from the palm of Derek’s hand, chocolates, raspberries, and cheeses that brought out the flavors of the wines that they had been paired with.

We had then gone back to the cottage to get ready for dinner. We explored the outside shower on our patio, Derek once again filling every part of my body under the hot stream. We hadn’t hurried to get dressed. We never even checked the time to make sure we weren’t running late.

Time no longer seemed to matter.

It was a welcomed change of pace, coming from a profession that revolved around appointments and schedules. A pace I needed a break from. Derek knew that; it was why he’d brought me here. He gave me what I needed…he gave me
everything
I needed.

My eyes moved away from the mountains and landed on his flannel. It was blue and white plaid and it matched his jeans, keeping him warm from the cooler night air. His eyes penetrated mine as he chewed.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked.

My lips smiled. My face flushed. I’d been caught and now I had to share. “You.”

“I know. But what about me?”

“You took me here when I needed it the most.”

“We both needed it.”

Before I had even gone inside the cottage, I’d had the nerve to doubt him. And once again, he’d proven how well he knew me. Even though I loved our accommodations, the wineries, and this restaurant, none of it really mattered. What mattered was that I was with him. That I had escaped my thoughts because of him. That I had finally given him my body, my mind. My heart. He knew it. And I was sure he could feel it…but I had never spoken it.

“This,” I said, my eyes roaming his face, “is perfect. Like your house in Portsmouth…perfect.”

“I like hearing you say that.”

The candlelight from the table was dancing across his face. It deepened the darkness in his eyes, the thickness of his lips. So gorgeous…and it was all mine.

And now I had to tell him I was his.

“I love you.”

He set his fork down and pushed his chair back. “Come here.” His voice was deep and demanding. Not at all the tone or response I was expecting.

“Derek—”

“Come here.”

I moved around to his side of the table. His arms immediately snaked around my body and pulled me onto his lap. He held my cheeks so I faced him. “Say it again.”

My muscles relaxed as I took in his eyes. “I love you.” The words were so easy to say, so much easier than they’d ever been. Such simplicity, maybe, but it was exactly how I felt. In love with him.

In love with us.

His thumb brushed across my bottom lip, his eyes staying on mine. I could feel the intensity in his body, in his touch. Behind all that power was an emotion—the same emotion that was inside me, in equal measure. “I love you, too.”

I didn’t get the chance to say anything else before his lips were on mine, his hands holding my face so I couldn’t move, my body falling into his so there was no longer any distance between us. I was breathing him in.

Breathing in his love.

DEREK

FRANKIE HELD MY RIGHT HAND;
the other was full of bags from all the shopping we’d done that morning. In order to grab the ringing phone from the front pocket of my flannel, I had to release her. So I pulled her over to the side of the busy sidewalk, away from the strollers and pedestrians and the thick crowds who walked these sloped San Francisco streets. Will’s name was on the screen; I’d been checking in with him daily, by text. I knew he’d only call if it were an emergency.

“Answer it,” she said, looking down at the screen. “When you get off the phone with him, meet me in there.” She pointed at a store across the street.

“I just need a minute.”

She kissed my cheek and whispered, “Take your time.”

I brought the phone up to my ear as I watched her walk away. That fucking ass…it didn’t matter how many times my cock was inside it, I’d never get tired of staring at it. “What’s up?”

“Bad news, Derek.”

This city was even louder than Boston; the constant honking and shouting made it hard to hear him. I slipped into a shop hoping to drown out some of the noise. “What happened?”

“There was an accident.” I rested my hand on the wall in front of me, squeezing my fingers over the molding around the door. “Two of the guys were on some scaffolding. They fell two stories.”