Emotion clogs my throat again, and I whimper when she pulls me into a hug. This could’ve been really, really bad. Like, way worse than what we are dealing with right now. I try to just focus on the fact that they are all out. They are all alive. I can’t think about what just almost happened. I’ll lose it.
“Let’s all get rooms at the hotel right by the hospital. That way we can come back tomorrow and salvage anything left from the campsite. It’s about two miles from here.
I nod my head.
Colin stands and shakes the hand of the paramedic who pats him on the shoulder before walking this way. Another paramedic shuts the back doors of the ambulance before rounding to the driver’s side and taking off.
“They’re not taking you to get checked out?” I ask, worry lacing my tone, about ready to holler for them not to forget him. Colin reaches for my hand to stop me, sensing what I was obviously about to do.
“I know what to watch for, and they didn’t see any immediate need. My body temperature was rising nicely. They took my temperature several times. The only need I have right now is you.”
I open my mouth to argue, but he silences it effectively with his lips.
Garrett clears his throat nearby.
“Okay, everyone load up.”
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Colin
Ava and Holly jump in Brynleigh’s car while Brynleigh, Sydney, and I crawl up into Mark’s truck. We figured, since we are the muddiest, we’d try to confine that to one vehicle for cleaning.
When we arrive at the hotel, we grab four rooms. Ava splits off with Holly and Brynleigh, Mark wants to be alone, Garrett’s got Jane, and I have my girl. We are all exhausted.
“Ughh…I need a shower,” Jane exclaims in the elevator, filling the awkward silence. Garrett says he’ll get her settled then go check on Trystan. Tension is rolling off me in waves, consuming the air around us. It’s so thick, I feel like I could choke on it or fall off the edge I’m teetering on. I am about to lose it, and the only thing I want right now has to happen behind closed doors. It’s such an urgent need, and I feel like everyone in this dang elevator can sense it. But after the close call of tonight, I have zero fucks to give about what anyone else is thinking.
The door dings on our floor, and we all flood out quickly and quietly, muttering our goodnights. I stalk toward our door, fumbling with the key. Thankfully, it doesn’t give me hell. We walk in, and I grab her waist to press her up against the wall in the dark as I close the door behind us and latch it. My mouth is on hers in an instant, and I feel her need to be close to me is just as strong as mine. Hearing that wounded cry from her lips when I came off that trail out of the woods and feeling her warm body slam into mine made something inside of me snap. The need to reassure her that everything is okay and that I’m alive thrums through my bones on a primal level. I don’t ever want to see her that worried again. Her sobs gutted me.
We tear at each other’s clothes as I walk her backwards the short way to the bathroom. I lean in and turn the water on hot to let it warm.Gah, it’s going to feel so damn good.I lift her face to mine and thumb away the tears streaking down her cheeks.
“Don’t cry,” I soothe, kissing each cheek, only to thumb away more tears.
I tenderly take her lips, savoring the tender moment. Knowing these tears are a mixture of old fear, tension release, joy, gratitude, and need. I sweep my tongue into her mouth, claiming every inch for myself and moaning at the taste of her. I was scared I’d never taste her again.
Mine… She’s mine.
I finish peeling off our clothes and reach to check the water without breaking our kiss. The water feels heavenly, so I pick her up to pull her into the shower with me. We lazily work our tongues over each other’s mouths as we scrub our bodies clean of rainwater and mud. I growl and lean my head back under the water, enjoying the feel of her fingers tugging through my hair as she rinses the shampoo out while kissing my neck. It makes me feel alive.
I’m alive.
I take a little extra time running my fingers over her collarbones, licking the flickering pulse at her neck as she rinses out her hair. I wrap it around my fist and pull at it to stretch that pretty neck for me to nibble on, returning the favor before sucking her earlobe between my lips. The breathy moan that leaves her has me pressing her sex against my hard length with my free hand. I groan and turn the handle off before squeezing out the excess water from her hair as I claim her mouth once more. I pick her slick body back up, relishing in the feel of her legs wrapping around my waist and step out of the shower to carry her out to one of the queen-sized beds.
I slide a hand down over her ass to her wet folds as I walk, teasing her entrance with my fingers, and she moans into my mouth as they glide over all her sensitive flesh, grazing over her tight little nub, dipping a smidge into her warmth before slipping out and sliding up across her puckered hole. She shivers and gasps at that brazen move as I sit down on the bed and scoot back with her in my lap, smirking lewdly against her lips.
“I fucking need you, baby,” I whisper desperately into her mouth.
She reaches between us, rising enough to fit me at her entrance.
“Put me in,” I rumble darkly, breathlessly consumed with a need so strong that I can’t even move.
She whimpers as the head of my cock breaches her. I know she’s not fully ready for me, but neither of us can wait.
“That’s my good girl,” I praise her as she works herself onto my shaft, gritting my teeth because it feels so. Damn. Good.
When I bottom out, she groans lowly, and the sound vibrates straight into my balls. The need to fuck her savagely warring with the need to make this last pulling at every nerve in my body, waiting for which I’ll choose. When she circles her hips, I about throw her down, but she locks eyes with me, and the love shining back at me stills my desperation enough for me to see through the haze. I pull the strands of wet hair from her gorgeous eyes and tuck them behind her ears, brushing my thumbs over those pretty cheekbones. She leans into my touch. I lean up to meet her and brush my nose along hers before licking into her mouth, savoring her taste once again. Her hands draw a slow pathway up my arms and over my pecs as she grinds in slow circles on me. I lift my hips, pressing into her, and she gasps into my mouth. I swallow it down with a moan.
I keep my left hand locked in her hair, holding her in place as my right hand traces her pretty throat. I lightly squeeze,just enough to grasp her and possessively fuse her lips to mine, and she groans. The vibrations against my palm feel delicious. I release my grip, letting my hand wander down the center of her chest and to the left a little to rest over her heart. It’s thudding wildly against me, and I let go of her lips to bend and kiss it. She sighs, threading her fingers into my hair and pulling my head back so she can look into my eyes.
