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“Not usually. Whiskey gives me wings.”
I laugh. “Well, sleeping with you would be a horrible idea.”
“Why’s that?”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah.”
I scrub my hand down over my beard and glance away. “Well, your offer is very tempting, and while I know it’s right to wait this out, I don’t trust myself alone with you… in a bed.”
She sinks her hand into mine and drags me toward the back of the cabin. “Which is exactly why you’re sleeping there.”
Chapter Three
Bailey
I’ve never actually slept with a man. My ex and I didn’t do sleepovers and I’ve never been close enough to anyone else for it to matter. How sad is that? I’m nearly a third of the way through my life and I haven’t even had a man lay beside me in bed until now.
Thank God for whiskey or I may not even have this. Well, thank God for whiskey and for Rowan. Rowan didn’t have to go along with any of this tonight, but he did. There’s something about having a goliath of a man sleeping next to me that makes everything a little bit better. He’s warm, and though he’s stuffed a pillow between us, the heat from his body surrounds me.
I cuddle into the blanket and try to force away fantasies of pleasure, but Rowan is all I can think about. His broad shoulders covered in ink, his solid, hairy chest, the way he talks like he’s so sure of himself. His big, rough hands and the way he touched my ankle so gently. I sigh and close my eyes in an attempt to think of anything else. Trolls, dolphins, the amount of shoveling I’m going to have to do tomorrow, this ankle and all the pain that’s creeping up my leg. Maybe I should see a doctor.
I should definitely see a doctor, but not for my ankle. Maybe for an MRI or a CT scan, whichever is the one that checks your brain functions.
Rowan shifts beside me. His weight moves the mattress and shifts all the bedding. I’ve made such an idiot out of myself tonight. And though I love that he’s here, the pathetic nature unto which I’ve gotten him here is just… weird. I should probably steer clear of all alcohol in the future. Then again, a little more and maybe I’d have gotten him all the way.
Damn it, girl… no! That’s stupid and irresponsible.
The rhythm of Rowan’s breath is steady and slow. He’s fallen asleep. I wonder if he’s dreaming about me. If he is, it’s probably a nightmare. A terrible, awful nightmare about a woman that kissed him without permission and lured him into her bed during a snowstorm.
This is who I’ve become.Who can I thank for this? The church? My parents? The books I read about the evil that would happen if I broke my chastity outside of marriage?
I close my eyes and try and imagine anything but Rowan’s lips on mine, but I’m only diverted by his hands on my waist. He leaned into that kiss. Maybe he wanted to kiss me too. Then again, maybe I shouldn’t trust memories I had while I was drunk. These thoughts spin continuously until I’m drifting into darkness.
*******
I don’t know what time it is when I wake up, but when I roll over, Rowan is awake too.
I open my mouth to talk, but his fingertip lands on my lips. “Do you still want this?”
I nod breathlessly, my clit throbbing, my heart pounding.
“Then do as I say.” He lays back and moves the blanket away from his giant frame where his thick cock stands at attention.
Oh God, what’s happening?
My thighs ache and nothing else in the world matters. Not my ankle, not the snow, not the fact that he’s my father’s friend, nothing. I want him, he wants me, and that’s all there is to it.
“Take off your little panties. I want to see your pussy.”
I’m panting as I stammer, “Yes.” I slide the thin cotton down over my legs and get onto my knees for him. His big hand palms over me and a thick finger slides in, pumping in and out of my core as he stares straight at me.
“Good girl. Now sit on my face. Ride my beard. I want to feel you on me.”
Maybe I should hesitate, but I don’t. I climb up onto his face and mount his beard as I bend down and suck his giant cock.
I’m not sure what I like more, his tongue against my clit, or his dick pushing against my cheek. He moans and growls against me as though he can’t get enough. I sigh in response over and over again, taking all of him in until my thighs shake against his beard.
