Page 58 of Silver Brewer

His eyes dip, and his grin turns mischievous. “Let’s go upstairs.”

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I’m wrapped in a towel covering the middle of me while Giant has one wrapped around his waist. I lead the way and note the time over the clock on his stove.

It’s after two in the morning.

As we cross the living room, heading for his bedroom, Giant cups my elbow and tugs me to a stop. I turn to him, and he leads me between the furniture to the well-worn brown leather chair.

“Sit,” he commands, his voice deep and rough, and a tingle runs up my spine. I sit with the towel still around me, but he untucks it as he lowers to his knees before me. “Sit back.”

The leather is cool after the heat of the hot tub as I lean back, and he pulls the towel out from under me. He scoops under my knees and drags me to the edge of the cushion. Then he lowers his head and laps across my seam. I flinch at the sudden touch—cool on warm again. He smiles into the crease. Then he sucks on my clit, and I fall under the spell of his tongue. Charmed.

The flat pad separates me, dipping between the folds as his mouth deepens the seductive kiss on my lower lips. His head bobs, and he moans against sensitive skin. My feet lift for his shoulders, and my fingers delve into his hair.

“Cricket”—he sighs—“you make me so wild. I want to do all kinds of things to you.”

“I want you to do everything to me.” I can’t think of one thing I’d deny this man.

He continues to work me with his mouth until I’m on edge.

“Finish.” One word and I want to do as he says. “Scream, Cricket. Fill this house.”

He nips me, and I let loose. My knees fold against his head, and my fingers tug at his hair. I call out his name, filling the room as he asked. I’m hardly done when he tugs me from the chair.

“Flip.” Again, I do as he says, my knees hitting the soft material of my damp towel on the floor as he presses my upper body to the cushion of the chair. My nipples peak to attention as they meet the cool leather. His hand twists into the messy bun I made to keep my hair up while in the hot tub, and he fists it, giving it a tug as he slams into me. I cry out. “Again.”

He pulls back and thrusts forward, the angle deep. Every time I think he can’t reach anywhere new in me, he does. He rocks his hips, forcing me upward before slipping into my channel. Then he repeats the motion.

“So wild,” he mutters behind me. “I can’t stop myself. I want you so much.” His voice strains as he takes me harder, faster, deeper. I’m close once again, and then he pulls out.

“No,” I whine, but he lifts me under my armpits, and we shift positions once again. He sits in the chair and guides me by my hips to climb over him. I easily slip down his stiff length, filling myself once again.

“This,” he says. “I want to see you fall apart over me. In my chair. Every time I sit here, I’m going to picture you over me, under me. In my mouth. On my dick.”

His words spur me on, and I lift and lower, holding his shoulders as I gyrate over him. I stroke at him in a way my clit rubs on the bone near his dick. The sensation is divine, and he presses at my hips, forcing me back and forth.

“Take me,” he groans as I ride him, finding my pleasure until he’s hissing.

“I can’t…Too much…Feels so good.” He stills, and the pulsing within sets me off. I come, digging my nails into his shoulders as he holds my hips, pinning me to him. Moonlight streams into the room, hitting a section of his face as his neck strains.

Sex god. Mountain man. Lumbersexual. He defines each word.

Suddenly, I’m tugged down to him, and he wraps his arms around my back, holding my shoulder blades so my bare breasts cup his face.

“I love this,” he says, kissing between them. “I love everything about you.” He looks up at me with such adoration and fear and hesitation and surprise. I lean down and kiss him soft and tender, telling him I feel all the same emotions.

When we finally fall onto his bed with him on his back and me on my stomach next to him, I reach for his jaw and scratch the scruff.

“I love you,” I whisper before exhaustion sweeps me under.

23

Waffles with little ears

[Letty]

“Papa.” The word jolts me upright in Giant’s bed, and I turn for him as he’s already leaping out from under the covers. We fell into bed naked and exhausted, and I twist to find bright daylight streaming through his windows.