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“Come here.” He leads me to a thicket of small trees, a circle that’s protected from the rest of the woods. I haven’t seen anyone else out here in twenty minutes, and I doubt someone is going to pass by now. “Better?”
“Yeah.” I shrug my jacket off and it falls to the snow. “Touch me, Shawn.”
“Buy me dinner first, Daniels,” he says, laughing as he pulls me flush against his chest and eases us onto the ground. He sits on my jacket and spins me so I’m between his parted legs.
“If you won’t, I will.”
“That’s not the taunt you think it is. Unzip your jeans and spread your legs. I want to watch you finger yourself.”
Fuck.
The people I’ve been with before have beenboys,because this man knows exactly what he’s doing. He knows exactly what to say to make my blood sing and my body heat. He makes me want to do everything he says and not give a damn about the repercussions.
I fumble with the button at the top of my jeans, unfastening it and working the zipper down. Shawn helps me ease the pants off my waist, and the denim slides halfway down my hips. I lean back against his chest, my knees opening and my hand low on my stomach.
I drag my fingers down and slip them inside my underwear. Behind me, Shawn goes as still as a statue, but I can feel his breath on my skin. He reaches out and covers my hand with his larger one, guiding me, and I close my eyes when I slide the first finger inside.
“Yes,” I whisper. I drop my head against his shoulder and wiggle my hips, too constrained by my jeans. “That feels good.”
His free hand yanks down my pants until they’re sitting around my ankles, and I hiss at the cold bite of air against my bare legs.
“Pull your underwear to the side,” Shawn rasps, and my free hand moves the lace out of the way. “God, that’s hot.”
“You like watching me, don’t you?” I arch my back as I add a second finger. “I think you might have been watching me for years, Shawn.”
“You’re a gorgeous woman, Lacey,” he says, and he sucks on my earlobe. “I’d be out of my mind to not look at you. Wanting to run my hand up your leg and taste your pussy are recent fascinations, but now that I’ve had a bite, I don’t ever want to stop. Open your legs wider. You can add a third, sweetheart. Let’s get you ready for later tonight when I fuck you nice and hard. You’ll have to be quiet, though. We can’t have my family knowing what a slut you are, can we?”
I squeeze my eyes tight and moan. The third finger takes a second to get adjusted to, and I heave out a ragged breath as I start to relax enough for it to feelso fucking good. “Shawn,” I whisper. “Can you—will you—”
“Anything, sweetheart. Anything. What do you need?” he asks, and his touch dances up my thigh. He circles my clit to the same pattern as the slick slide of my fingers, and I see bursts of color behind my eyes. “Is that good?”
“So good. You’re the best I’ve ever had,” I admit in a moment of weakness. “I don’t want anyone else.”
“Because you’re mine, aren’t you? I’m going to keep taking care of you, Lacey.” He pulls my fingers out and exchanges them with his own. I choke out a sob as he turns his wrist half a degree to the left, hitting a spot I’ve never found myself. “I’m going to take care of your heart. I’m going to take care of your brilliant fucking mind. Lift up your shirt. I want to see your tits bounce when you come.”
My hand scrambles with the hem of my sweater, and I’m on fire. Burning from the inside out. I pull it up to my neck, and he yanks down the cups of my bra. I’m nearly naked in the middle of a forest, and I’ve never been more turned on in my life.
“I’m close, Shawn,” I say, and I squeeze his forearm. I dig my fingers into his skin, and he hisses at the contact. “Don’t stop. Please.”
“I’m never going to stop,” he whispers in my ear. “You’re going to be mine until the end of time, Lacey girl. Now come on my fingers, beautiful, so I can taste you.”
I freefall from a cliff with his command. I tremble and shake and cry out as he coaxes me through wave after wave of pleasure. It doesn’t seem to stop, a second round hitting me until tears fall down my cheeks and I can’t remember my own name.
“Fuck,” I groan. I gulp down a lungful of frigid air, and the cold awakens me. It forces me to sit up and adjust my underwear. To pull my shirt down and rub my legs, my muscles utterly exhausted.
“Hey.” Shawn kisses my forehead, and he brushes loose pieces of hair out of my face. “Come here. Let me hold you.”
I nod, and he lifts me into a sitting position on top of his legs. Wordlessly, I bury my face in his shirt and try to get my breathing under control. When I finally remember how to speak, I giggle.
“I really,reallyhate how good you are in bed,” I say. “You had to go and be the whole package, didn’t you?”
“Would you like to file a complaint?” he asks, and my giggles turn into full-fledged laughter.
“No.No. Please never stop using your fingers like that. They could end world wars.”
“Nowthat’sgoing to be my platform if I run for president. Forget healthcare; I have miracle hands.”
“You really do.” I sigh and stare at my jeans. “I guess we should head back.”
