I shuddered just thinking about sinking my cock into the warm, giving flesh.
Reaching back, I pulled my t-shirt over my head. I knew what she’d see. A body covered in scars. Some white and faded while others were pink and fresh. I also knew they wouldn’t bother her. She’d never looked away from the one on my face, and I knew she wouldn’t look away from those on my body.
I kicked off my boots and unfastened my jeans. She watched me the entire time, lying on my bed, her body on full display for me.
“Open your legs, Keely.” There was a brief hesitation, but she let those beautiful thighs fall open. “Now touch yourself.”
I pushed my jeans down my legs and stepped out of them. I took my cock in my hand, rubbing the head with my palm. Pre-cum leaked from the slit and I smoothed it over the dark purple length. Keely put her hands between her legs but didn’t seem to know what to do. “Did you like my mouth on you? Did you like my fingers rubbing you?
“Yes.” I barely heard her even though the cabin was dead silent.
“Then do that.” She did. I watched for a few seconds. “Now put your fingers inside.”
This time she didn’t hesitate. She pushed two fingers inside her pussy, groaning a little. “Now look at me.”
She did and I started stroking my cock. Long, hard strokes that had me moaning. “Do you see how hard I am for you? How much I want to fuck you?”
“Yes.” Her fingers moved faster. “Please, Griffin, I feel so empty.”
Those not so innocent words pushed me way past my control limits. I moved onto the bed, between her legs, my hands gripping the soft curve of her thighs as I spread her wider. She was built for a man like me—someone who needed something substantial to hold onto while he lost his mind.
I’d been with women before. Thinner. Quieter. Easier. None of them had ever made me feel like this — like I was finally holding something real. Something worth losing my mind over.
“I told you I was going to empty myself inside you,” I said, my voice sounding like a threat, but it was really a promise. “I’m going to fuck you raw, Keely. You’re mine. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she gasped, her legs widening for me. “I’m yours. Do it. Take me, Griffin.”
I sank into her, intending to plunge in with one heavy thrust. But she was tight—so damn tight. I went still, my muscles corded and jumping as I fought the urge to finish.
“Fuck, Keely, are you a virgin?” I should have known the voice rang in my head, trying desperately to get back my control.
Her nails dug into my shoulders. “Yes.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“And when was I supposed to do that, mountain man? Before or after you made me come with your mouth against your door?”
“Fuck.”
I went still. Not because I wanted to stop. Because I couldn’t breathe.
She was twenty-three years old and she’d given this to me. To me—a broken man who was hard and unforgiving in so many ways. She should have given this to someone who deserved it. Someone clean. Someone who still believed the world was worth something. Someone her own age.
Instead, she’d given it to me. And God help me, I couldn’t make myself regret it. Because no one would ever worship her like I was about to.
The thought of another man ever touching her went through me like a blade. She was mine. She’d always been going to be mine. I understood that now with a certainty that had nothing to do with reason and everything to do with the emotions running through me. Things I’d never felt before. Things I knew I didn’t deserve to feel.
But I did.
For her. Only for her.
I watched her face, the way her eyes went wide, the way her mouth fell open as she realized I was growing even larger inside her.
“Don’t you dare stop,” she choked out, her heels digging into the mattress to pull me deeper.
I didn’t stop.
I pulled back and then thrust hard and deep inside her, breaking through in one powerful thrust. She was the tightest, hottest thing I’d ever felt wrapped around my cock and she’d given that to me. To me.
