“I’m a six-foot-seven-inch giant who barely fits in the wooden barrel, stomping on grapes like I’m the Jolly Green Giant.”
“You’re not exactly green—you’re more of a reddish purple.” She tosses a couple of grapes back at me with surprisingly accurate aim. “Besides, aren’t giants supposed to live in the mountains? Is that why you moved to Temptation Ridge?”
And there it is, the million-dollar question. We’ve danced around it for a few hours today, keeping our conversation light, talking only in general terms about our lives, nothing specific. I slow my pace from a jog to a more leisurely walk and decide to tell her my story.
“I had a good life growing up. My parents loved me, even spoiled me. But when I was eighteen, they died in a car accident. The police said it was their fault, and the surviving family from the crash sued the estate. I was young and stupid—I didn’t try to fight the lawsuit. They won and took everything. I had no living relatives. My only choice was to join the military.” I pause, notrealizing she’s climbed out of her barrel and walked over to stand next to me.
“I’m so sorry, Owen.” She takes my hand and guides me out of the barrel and into the empty changing room. When her hands reach for the hem of my shirt, I grab them.
“What are you doing?” My hands tighten around her wrists.
“I’m helping you get undressed so we can wash the grape stains off our bodies.” She told me to bring an extra pair of clothes, one I didn’t mind getting ruined by the grape stains, but I never thought about cleaning up and putting my regular clothes back on. “There’s a shower in the bathroom.” She nods toward a closed door at the back of the private changing room. “You can go by yourself, or we can shower together.” The invitation is unmistakable in her eyes.
Not wanting a pity fuck from her just because I told her about my parents, I push her hands away. “I don’t want you to fuck me just because you feel sorry for me.” I know my words are harsh, but I don’t want her pity—I want her heart.
“Sure, I’m sad about your loss, but I don’t want to fuck you out of pity—I want to make love to you because I feel close to you and want you to be my first.” Shit. I thought she might be a virgin, but having her confirm it has my cock standing at full attention. “Will you be my first and make love to me?”
“It would be my honor.” I brush a lock of hair from her sticky cheek. “If you’ll do me the honor of being my first.”
“You’re joking, right?” Before I can answer, she answers her own question. “Actually, I’m not surprised—your kissing skills are as bad as mine.”
“Is that so?” I pick her up, throw her over my shoulder, and carry her to the bathroom. “Be a good girl and take a shower so we can get home before I decide to take you for the first time in that shower.” I let her body slide slowly down mine as I gently place her feet on the ground.
“I’d be okay with that.” Her eyes light up as she reaches for the hem of my shirt again.
“Nope.” It’s my turn to pop the p. “Our first time will be on my new king-sized bed, where I plan to keep you for days.”
“In that case.” She drops her hands from my shirt. “You’d better go first. I need to gently break it to Liv that I’m taking a few days off.”
five
Lyra
Owen’s mouth moves overmine. “Are you sure about this, Lyra?”
I arch my back, pressing my naked breasts into his chest, and let my hands roam over his arms up into his hair, gently gripping it. We shed our clothes the minute we stepped into his cabin so there is nothing between us. “Yes, I’m sure.” I purr, loving the feel of his skin against mine.
He groans low and deep in his throat, then lifts me into his arms as if I weigh nothing, then lays me on the bed. His kisses shift from sweet and gentle to filthy and possessive as he looms over me—I’m not sure which I prefer.
“So beautiful. I can’t get enough of you.” He kisses me deeper and harder as he proves his point. Point definitely taken—my pussy seems to agree as my inner muscles clamp down impatiently waiting for his cock. “You know I’d never hurt you, right?” I nod. “Good, because if it’s too much you need to tell me to stop. Can you do that?”
“Not a chance.” I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him on top of me. “I want all of you, Owen.”
My whispered vow makes his whole body go tight. His jaw clenches as his deep brown eyes stare at me, pinning me to the spot. “You have no idea the monster you’ve unleashed, Lyra.”
The desperate need bouncing between us feels like it’s spiraling out of control, dying to be unleashed. “Show me,” I whisper, pushing my hips against his, causing him to suck in a breath.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
I lift my face expecting him to kiss me, but instead he unhooks my legs from around his waist and lowers himself down the bed until he’s wedged his big shoulders between my thighs. He slides his big hands under my ass, tilting my hips to give him better access to my pussy. The first swipe of his tongue has me thrusting my hips against his face.
“More.” I curl my fingers in his hair and roll my hips, riding his face as his tongue pleasures me, stroke after stroke. I’m seconds from losing my mind when his lips find my clit. His lips clamp around the little bundle of nerves, and he begins to suck on it. The pleasure is almost too much, but I need more. As if reading my mind, he slides two of his huge fingers inside me, stretching me to make room for his large shaft. The scissoring motion of his fingers and the firm pressure of his lips on my clit has me spiraling out of control. With the most unladylike groan, I come with his name on my lips.
“That’s it. Come for me.” He blows his hot breath against my clit, his fingers pumping in and out of me, dragging every last pulse of my orgasm out. “Are you okay?” He pulls his fingers out of me and places them in his mouth with a moan of pure pleasure as he savors my taste.
“I’m more than okay.” With a smile, he leans down and kisses my lips, letting me taste myself on him. “Mmm, I taste good.”
“You taste more than good.” He licks his lips as if searching for more of my taste. “You taste like heaven. “He doesn’t give me a chance to recover before he’s hovering over me, bracinghimself on his thick arms, his hard cock nudging my entrance. He pushes forward, sinking inside of me, causing my breath to catch at the size of him. His body freezes. “Is it too much? Do you want me to stop?”
