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She reaches up to grab my wrist. For a moment, I think she’s going to try and pull away, but she instead pulls me tighter, urging me on.
I speed up, feeling her body start to quiver again, and I look in her eyes. “I can feel you’re close, Elise. Tell me.”
She shudders, her voice and body both begging “Please, Keith . . . I need to come. Can I?”
I growl. “Come for me, baby. All over my fat cock. Cover me with your sweet cream.”
My words are all Elise needs, and her fingernails tighten on my wrist, breaking the skin as she marks me too. Her eyes flutter as she pushes back, her pussy spasming around me as she starts to come again. I can’t hold out, and I barely pull out in time to spurt all over her beautiful ass, covering her in thick streams that gleam in the firelight. I collapse, rolling us to the floor with Elise in my arms.
We lie on the floor, the soft light from the stove illuminating the cabin, until a strange sound breaks the silence. “What was that?”
Elise giggles, blushing a bit. “Uhm . . . my tummy. I’m hungry.”
I laugh and sit up, helping her to sit with me. “Well then, I have plenty to feed you with. To start, how about some Dinty Moore beef stew?”
“Dinty Moore?” Elise asks, smirking. “And here I was thinking I was going to get three-star quality meals.”
“Hey, it reminds me of the better times with my dad,” I explain, helping her up. “And besides, it’s quick and filling because you’re gonna need your energy later. I’m just getting started.”
Chapter 17
Elise
We spend nearly all of the next thirty-six hours entangled in each other over and over, and it feels like my every sex fantasy come to life, but somehow, there’s more than just sex between us now. In the mid-morning hours, after another round of him taking me, claiming me, pounding me into the mattress until I screamed out my release and he growled in my ear, we’re still and relaxed. Finally exhausted, but I can’t control the warmth that spreads through my body.
Lying on his chest, scratching and petting at the tattoos that traverse his skin, it feels comfortable. Especially as he twines a section of my hair around his finger and then releases the curl. We’re naked, but maybe more so emotionally than physically.
There’s been a change forged between us. There’s still a bossy gruffness to Keith that is all him, but the defensive asshole seems to be mostly gone now that there’s no big secret to tell.
Sometimes when he looks at me, I can still tell that there’s a hint of doubt in his eyes, a constant demand for me to keep my mouth shut. But that’s understandable when he’s had this looming secret for so long and hasn’t shared it with anyone new in years. I’m a risk, and we both know it.
Good thing I don’t intend on tattling his story to the public, not at all. In fact, I feel special that he chose to share it with me. Granted, it was initially by force with Carsen barging in like that, but Keith could’ve shut down completely. He could’ve stopped the interviews, sent me away, and called in lawyers to force me to keep my mouth shut. But he didn’t. And I think it’s because he wants this . . . whatever this is between us, just as much as I do.
So I’ve spent the weekend reassuring him with my words, with my body, with everything I have that he can totally trust me and that I’m feeling this thing inside that would never let me hurt him. I wasn’t looking for it, and I certainly didn’t think I was gonna feel this way about the jerk who slammed a door in my face. But now that I know why, I understand. And that protective streak is damn sexy.
A man who will go to the lengths he has so his daughter can grow up safe and happy? Every girl should be so lucky. And lying here in Keith’s arms, I feel like I’m a lucky girl too. Safe, peaceful, cherished . . . and I want to return those feelings to Keith, be his strength when he needs it, and most importantly, protect him and Carsen at all costs.
“What are you thinking?”
I blink, looking into Keith’s eyes as I snuggle up to him more, pressing against him gently. “I’m thinking that I wish we could just stay here like this, in this perfect little bubble, away from reality and responsibilities. Just sleep and hike and fuck, and then do it all again.”
He chuckles, tracing his thick thumb across my lips, and I pucker, kissing the pad and darting my tongue out for a quick taste of his skin. He presses into my mouth, and I suck his thumb like I’ve sucked his cock so many times already as he swirls across my tongue. “And when we run out of food?”
