Wild (15 page)

Lane had crawled inside me and taken up residence. I was so fucking scared to have him here, to keep him with me, and yet so relieved to be in his arms.

I hated that I could be dragging him into a dangerous situation, a situation where I might have to leave at a moment’s notice, but he was so damn bullheaded, he had refused to stay away no matter how much I’d pushed him. And yet again, here he was, wrapping me up in his arms and making me feel so fucking protected and safe.

“Looks like we’re snowbound, Sugar.”

I could hear the amused grin in his voice.

“You don’t sound too disappointed.” I peeked up at him with a smile.

Fuck me, those eyes peering up at me, deep pools of green swirling back at me, taking me in. One eyebrow arched with attitude. The angle of her cheeks pulling me in. The soft bow of her top lip begging to be touched, begging for my lips to meet hers.

“Disappointed is the last thing I am,” I murmured and took her lips in a soft kiss. I thrust my tongue in her mouth and tasted her, savored her after being without for days. “Glad you’re okay, Sugar.” I pulled away and trailed my thumb along her glistening lips.

“Why do you keep saying that?” She arched an eyebrow.

“Because I mean it,” I murmured as I curled a finger around a soft tendril of hair that had escaped her hat.

“So I was a little cold. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“You didn’t do your research on Maine winters before coming, did you?”

She shook her head in confusion.

“We’re pretty far north. Winter gets nasty. Trapped in the cold in the wrong storm, especially out in the open like you are out here, people die. Just takes a minute. Wind chill is twenty below.”

“Oh.” Her lips formed in a soft O.

“So, as I said, glad you’re okay.” I pressed a soft kiss to her lips before pulling away again. “So how ‘bout that coffee?” I landed a soft smack on her ass before she rolled her eyes and turned for the kitchen.

“How long do you think we’ll be snowed in?” She watched me as I fumbled around her small kitchen, making pancakes and sausage for dinner later that night.

“Could be a day, could be a week.” I shrugged before hearing a small puff from behind me. I turned and arched an eyebrow. Her mouth was rounded in disbelief. “Winters can be rough up here.” I turned back to the pancakes and poked at one edge with a spatula.

“What if we run out of wood?” She stood and poured another cup of coffee for herself.

“Doubt it. Bill’s got quite a stack going out there. But if we did, I can chop more. I don’t have these guns for nothing.”

Her beautiful laughter filled the small space. “Did you seriously just refer to your biceps as ‘guns’?” She choked on her laugh as she grabbed a bottle from the fridge.

“Yep. Alcohol, babe?” I arched an eyebrow when I realized she was going to put it into her coffee.

“Warms the tummy.” She puffed out her stomach and rubbed it as if she had a big gut. I grinned as my eyes landed on her full breasts straining against her sweater.

“You do look pretty cold,” I murmured as I brushed a fingertip across her erect nipple, straining through the knit.

“Hey. Hands to yourself.” She smacked my hand away.

“Ya know, if you’re cold, best thing for survival is skin on skin body heat.” I nipped at the flesh behind her ear as I breathed the words.

“Lane,” she moaned and arched her neck to the side, giving me access.

“Got anything stronger, Sugar?” I pulled the bottle from her hands and set it back on the counter before opening the small pantry and searching for something that would really warm a body up. “Ah, perfect.” I pulled down a bottle of whiskey.

“I don’t even know how long that’s been here.” She furrowed her eyebrows.

“Whiskey doesn’t go bad. Gets better with age.” I winked at her, referring back to our conversation on the shore a few weeks ago about our age difference.

“Is that so? Well, I’m not sure that
everything
gets better with age.” She crossed her arms and pinned with a sarcastic glare.

“I can assure you,
everything
gets better with age.” I flashed that grin I knew had her stomach twisting. I could see the heat pool in her eyes, the way she shifted and fidgeted. It was the cocky smile that made her pussy wet and wanting.

“Well, regardless, I don’t do hard liquor.” She turned to grab the bottle of cream liqueur she’d had before I’d swiped it from her.

“Come on, Kat, I pegged you for being a little more adventurous. Should try everything at least once, you never know what may appeal to you,” I murmured in her ear as I uncapped the bottle and poured more than a shot’s worth of whiskey into her coffee.

“Lane . . .” My name escaped her lips softly.

“Mmm . . . Love when you say my name like that, baby. The way it rolls off your tongue. Only wish I was deep inside you when you did it.” I nipped at her ear before pulling away and pouring myself a cup of coffee with whiskey. “Drink up, beautiful.” I lifted my glass and we both took a long swig.

“That’s not bad.” She put her cup down and wiped at her lips. I swear the alcohol went straight to her eyes: they shimmered with amusement as she peered back at me. “I think your ‘cakes are burning.” She smirked.

“Shit.” I darted back to the stove to flip.

“Looks a little overdone.” She peered over my shoulder, rubbing her sweet body up against mine.

“Keep rubbin’ on me like that and I’ll abandon the pancakes and have you for dinner.”

Her whole body tensed. I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her against my side, placing a chaste kiss on her temple.

“Set the table, babe.” I smacked her ass. I wouldn’t let her go to that place. The place where she got lost deep inside herself, I wasn’t allowing it anymore. I would force her to be in the present, and I was going to take advantage of this snowbound time we had together. And the whiskey was going to be my accomplice. Despite getting her horny as fuck, which I admit was enough of a benefit from the whiskey, I also hoped it would loosen her up. Maybe she would open up to me, tell me a little about her past and why she held herself locked up so tight, pushing people away whenever they got to close.

“You make a mean pancake.” She giggled and scooped another forkful into her mouth.

“Glad I could be of service.”

Her eyes flicked up to mine. Her cheeks were all flushed and beautiful, and her eyes a little hooded. I’d noticed she’d been adding a little more whiskey than coffee into her subsequent glasses. She was on her third and, without a doubt, feeling the buzz. The innuendoes flew between us, the sparring I loved so much in full force.

“Fuck, it’s hot. Can you adjust the temperature on that thing?”

I knew she was referring to the fireplace.

“‘Fraid not.” I took a drink of my coffee-whiskey concoction before she peeled off her sweater and revealed a tight tank top underneath. Her nipples pebbled, the round curve of her breasts outlined perfectly. Her wild hair fell all around her shoulders as she looked up at me with a devilish grin.

“Shit, sweetheart. Goin’ to be the death of me.”

“Why’s that?” she whispered in a throaty, seductive tone that had my dick aching. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing my dick to calm down.

I hadn’t been inside Kat in days. The thought that Dr. Ballsack had been where I’d been, giving her pleasure, seeing her come undone around him made me ill. She hadn’t told me if she’d fucked him or not, but I had to believe she didn’t, otherwise I would kill the bastard. Things had been rough between us since then, and she’d managed to keep me at arm’s length. That was ending, starting now. I was a determined man.

“Come here, beautiful.” I slid my chair back, patting my lap. A small smile spread cross her lips before she stood and walked to me, throwing one denim-clad leg over my lap and plopping herself on my thighs, her hot center rubbing against my straining dick. I pushed my fingers into her hair, tugging as I pulled her lips to mine. I started soft and slow, her arms curling up to my shoulders, kneading at my back, whispering around the nape of my neck. She moaned into my mouth and rocked her pussy into me. I pressed against her lips with need as my kiss became hungrier. I devoured her, tasted her, licked at her mouth, and took her in. I wanted to own her, be inside her, on top of her, all around her. The thought of another man ever being where I’d been had red infiltrating my vision.

“Strip and on your knees.”

I pulled myself off his lap, breathless from his kiss, pussy throbbing and my nipples aching with desire. His icy blue eyes had darkened to a navy, his pupils dilated as they perused my body. I wanted to be offended; I knew with anyone else I would have been, but with him, it ratcheted up my desire. Had me desperate for him.

I thought about rebelling, telling him I didn’t like being told what to do, but I fucking did and it surprised me as much as anything ever had.

“Don’t make me repeat it,” he growled.

I sucked my lip in between my teeth, my eyes wide with desire as I peeled my shirt over my head. His eyes flicked down to my chest, taking in the black lace of my bra, my breasts heavy and flushed with the need for him. I twisted my arms behind my body and unhooked the clasp. I looked up at him, held his eyes as I pushed the straps down and let the fabric drop to the floor at my feet. I covered my breasts with one arm as I stood in front of him.

“Move your arm. Let me see your tits.”

My gaze trailed down his hard body to find him palming his rock hard erection through his jeans.

I reached for the button on my jeans just as one of his rough hands molded around my breast, tweaking at my nipple, twisting and massaging. My breasts were sensitive and achy as he cupped them. He brought his other hand to my other breast and pressed them together, creating a deep line of cleavage. He growled as his lips tried to take in both nipples at the same time. He sucked and swirled, kneading the achy flesh as he used his teeth to nip and tantalize the hard peaks.

“Could stare at your tits all fucking day, Sugar.” He pulled away, his thumbs flicking over the nubs painfully. “Pants,” he ordered.

Wetness flooded between my thighs at his words. I flicked the button on my jeans and pulled the zipper quickly. I pushed them down my thighs and kicked them to the side before he yanked his shirt over his head.

“No panties?” He arched one interested eyebrow. I nodded, unable to form words. My body was too turned on, my brain flooded with lust. “On your knees.”

I dropped on the floor and looked up just as he pulled the zipper down on his jeans and freed his large and pulsing cock. “Suck me.” He held his cock at the root with one hand and weaved his fingers in my hair, pulling my head toward his thick length.

My breath came out in rough pants as he teased the head at the edges of my mouth. I licked my lips and then took his silky shaft in my hand, trailing my tongue up his length before plunging him in my mouth. His other hand weaved in my hair as I took him to the back of my throat. He growled from above me as his body twitched while I tried to swallow him whole. I breathed through my nose, willing myself not to gag as I bobbed on his length. I peered up at him, his head thrown back, neck straining, the cut lines of his abs in high relief as he gasped. I slid both hands up his thick thighs to land at the sharp angle of his hips. My fingers dusted along the cut muscle of his abdomen as I sucked and swirled my tongue, before taking him to the root again and swallowing, the engorged tip lodged in my throat.