Page 102 of His Last Nerve

One of his hands left my hip and then my nightie was pulled down. My breasts fell free, and my nipples hardened even more as the cool air hit them. He pinched my left nipple, rolling it between his fingers. Pleasure zapped through me, causing my hands to fall to his shoulders.

“Look at you, Valerie. Look at howdesperateyou are, humping me when I’ve barely touched you.”

I whimpered, my clit brushing against the fabric of my damp panties, his jean clad erection right underneath.

“You gonna come apart on my jeans?” he taunted, his voice rough. He pinched my nipple again before taking my breast in his hand. “Answer me.”

“Yes, Smoke,” I moaned, looking at him. He gripped my jaw, and his other hand went under my nightie.

“You wanna know why that is? Why you’re so fucking desperate for me?”

I nodded, panting. His fingers yanked my thong back, causing the fabric to press against my clit in the most delicious way. He brought my face an inch from mine, his eyes holding me captive. His smoke was everywhere now, and I wanted to get lost in it. My hips were moving faster, chasing my climax as he held my thong tight. My body was shaking, anticipating the pleasure.

“Because you are a good littleslut,” he growled.

Good little slut.

Stars filled my vision as my head fell back, my body quaking. I cried out, his palm covering my mouth just in time. He kept moving me through my orgasm, not letting up. My legs were shaking by the time I was done, finally on my way back down to Earth, my forehead against Denver’s, his lips on mine.

He kissed me like I was the air he needed to breathe.

My cowboy pulled away, nostrils flared and there was a flame within the smoke of his eyes. “God damn, Val.”

I didn’t have the energy to reply. The next thing I felt was my head hitting the pillow and my mind drifting to dreams of Hallow Ranch and my mom’s pumpkins planted by the barn.

Whenmyeyesfinallyopened again, the sun was out.

My body hummed, feeling at ease for the first time in years. I felt my lips stretch into a wide smile. I rolled over, throwing my arm across the empty side where Denver slept last night.

After Caleb had successfully “cockblocked” his father, we went downstairs to find him digging for ice cream in the freezer. He then proceeded to tell us that he didn’t want to stay in the bunk house that night because, “Jigs didn’t take his farting medication.”

Around eleven, Denver sent Caleb to bed. I was already in the spare bedroom getting myself ready for bed when he came and leaned against the doorframe, watching me.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked.

I stared at him, nightie in hand.

“My bed is the only one you belong in, Val.”

With a smile still on my face, I got out of bed and headed to his bathroom. My shower bag was there, but my toothbrush and toothpaste were on the counter. Right beside his. My heart skipped a beat. I washed my face, brushed my teeth and got ready for the day.

It was only eight in the morning, and I wondered if Caleb was up yet. I pulled my hair into a high ponytail and went to my bags. Denver had placed them on the chair in the corner. My heart skipped another beat. I was running out of clothes to wear. When I originally packed for this trip, I only packed for two weeks. I never expected to say over a month and half.

Perhaps forever.

Last night, when we were in bed, Denver didn’t touch me again. It was only after I reached out and put my hand on his chest in the dark that his arm shot out. He pulled me to him, and I rested my cheek on his chest. That’s how we stayed for a long time, our thoughts drowning us. That’s how I fell asleep.

I didn’t get to see Denver shirtless, but I got to feel him. The muscles under his hot skin, the hair on his chest…

“Stop it, Val,” I muttered, pulling out the only pair of jeans I’d packed. I’d slipped those one and one of the more casual blouses in the bag. This one was a soft cream, with capped shoulders, and tiny pink polka dots. I looked at my shoes and decided against them. The sun was shining, and summer was here. If I needed them, they would be here.

“Caleb?” I called as I came out of the bedroom. I looked across the hall into the little boy’s room. His bed was made. He must already be gone.

Once I got into the kitchen, I found a note on the island.

V,

Caleb’s going fishing with a friend today. He should be back by three. I’ll be around the house for lunch. Coffee is already brewed. Enjoy.

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