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“Don’t be an ass.”
That’s rich coming from her after everything I’ve found out today. With a snort, I turn on my side, giving her my back. The bed jostles as she climbs in beside me, her curves rubbing against my flesh as she takes over damn near the entire bed. What is it with women being bed hogs? She better not steal all the blankets when it gets chilly in here. Her feet find my calves, the little ice blocks sending a jolt straight up to my groin, shriveling my nuts.
“You’re so warm,” she sighs, snuggling in. She seems to have no problem getting comfortable while I’m silently dying over here from not being able to touch her. I swear my cock would’ve probably broken off if it hadn’t been for the blessedly freezing fucking shower I took. At this rate, I won’t get the hot water going, just so I can survive this impromptu hideout without stiff dick syndrome twenty-four-seven. “Trent?” she whispers softly and even though I’m pissy, I can’t not answer her. Especially when she says my name all sweet and shit.
With a sigh, I respond, “Yeah?”
“Thank you for warning me. Most men wouldn’t and you may’ve saved my life.”
“I’m not most men.”
“I know,” she whispers, and I lie there for what feels like hours, wondering what her response truly means before finally drifting to sleep.
I’m stirred out of a deep dreamless sleep by a warm, wiggling body on top of mine. My hands grip her ass, holding on as she grinds up and down over my cock, the sensation so good it has speckles of light going off in my mind like fireworks. On her next downward shift, my cock slides deep inside her, her juices making the plunge effortless on my part, and I know this isn’t the first time she’s impaled my dick. Sneaky woman, I must’ve been pretty out of it to not feel that initial tightness strangling my length the moment she pushed me inside her willing cunt. Fuck, it feels divine to know this beautiful female wants me this badly. God knows I crave her more than my next breath even though my mind screams it’s not a smart move for me to make.
“Mm,” I grumble, continuing to hold on while she chases her orgasm. “You’re fucking me while I sleep?”
“I wanted you too badly, I don’t care if you’re awake or not,” she admits, making me grin. There’s no better way to wake up, aside from my dick in her mouth.
Lazily, I lie there, allowing her to have complete control while she pushes me further and further along the edge. “You feel so fucking good, Spice.” She bites my nipple, and it sends me reeling. “Holy shit! You do that again, and I’m going to come. I’m too close, especially waking up to you riding me.”
She pants against my skin, “So come, bad boy.”
It’s all the encouragement I need as she bites my other nipple and I explode. My arms band around her hips, squeezing tightly as I fist her ass cheeks and push upwards, rooting myself as deep as her perfect pussy will allow it. With a roar, I ride the wave, each spurt of come rattling me a bit more. She pulses around me, flooding my length with her release as I fill her up. I’ve never felt more complete than I do right now, and the realization is fucking terrifying. This can’t happen. I won’t allow it.
With a frustrated growl, I toss her off my lap and storm from the bed. “Hey! What’s wrong?” she asks, outraged at my sudden anger and need to get away from her. She has no idea what all this is doing to me.
Without a response, I storm for the bathroom, twisting the shower knob until the water sprays full force. With a defeated sigh, I step in and clench my muscles as the freezing water beats against my overheated skin. I have to wake the fuck up and get my head on straight. I can’t be clouded by her haze and the illusion she could be mine. With deft movements, I grab the bar of charcoal soap and scrub it against my skin. I wash my cock with extra force, angry he responded to her while I was asleep. The bastard’s why I’m in this mess in the first place. If I would think with my top head instead of my bottom head, then I wouldn’t be mixed up with crazy ass women.
Rinsing the soap off, I quickly hop out of the shower and turn it off, grabbing for the big towel to offer a semblance of warmth. The cabin cooled off some last night as I knew it would, and the freezing water was certainly jolting. I may’ve been dazed when I woke up, but I’m damn sure wide awake now. I head for the bedroom for some clean clothes, not paying attention to anything else. I’m too far in my head to realize she’s not in the bedroom any longer.
“I was going to make coffee, but there’s no power.”
When I glance up, she’s standing in the kitchen area. Barefoot. No pants. Wearing one of my flannels, she must’ve found it in the dresser. Fuck, she’s gorgeous. Her just fucked hair and cautious expression only serves to make me want to fuck her again. I momentarily got my mind straightened out in the shower and she’s already muddling it up again. “I use the woodstove,” I grunt with a nod in its direction. I have a coffee maker, but we can’t afford to use the generator if we don’t need it, depending on how long we’ll be holed up here. The weather’s changing, and northeast Texas has its fair share of cold fronts compared to what we’re used to in central Texas. If it gets too cold one of these nights or mornings, I want to make sure we can use the small heaters if necessary. “I’ll get it going, and it’ll help warm the place up.”
“I was going to start a fire but wanted to wait until I found out our plans. Are we staying here for a while, or is this temporary?”
“We’ll stay here as long as we need to,” I mumble and head for the storage room to grab some wood. Grandpa taught me to always keep it relatively full of wood in case of rain or snow in the winter and it’s become a habit I keep no matter what time of year it is. Now, if only I could make it a habit to stop staring at Sydney like she may disappear in the next blink, I might be able to come up with some semblance of a plan past us merely being here.
“It’s not what it seems,” she says out of the blue, confusing me as I’m shoveling ashes out of the wood stove and replacing them with fresh kindling and wood chunks. I set the portable coffee maker on one of the burner spots so the water will heat up quickly.
“What? You standing there in my clothes, while I take care of you when you already have a husband and kid waiting for you to go back home to them?” I can’t stop the verbal diarrhea from spewing out my mouth, no matter how hard I’ve been trying to keep my thoughts to myself.
“Yes, that.”
“Seems pretty cut and dry to me, Spice. Tell me, does your ol’ man know you fuck around? Or am I supposed to be a special case?”
“You didn’t seem to mind when I was bouncing on your dick.”
“Because I was asleep! I wasn’t exactly processing shit like I am right the fuck now.”
“Well excuse me for thinking you wanted me. I woke up, and you were snuggled up, limbs thrown over my body like you couldn’t hold back from touching me.”
“This was a mistake. I like to fuck, but I’m no goddamn homewrecker.”
“Neither am I!”
“Bullshit, you’re not even mine, and you’re already wrecking me.” My hand rakes through my hair, and my heart suddenly feels as if it’s being squeezed with me admitting the truth. “I don’t know how he does it, Spice. Cause if you were mine, I’d never let another man have you. I wouldn’t survive it.”
