I want him to give me what I want. I want him to make me come and he knows it.
“Please,” I whisper, kissing any inch of him I can.
“Did you miss me?” he demands again, but at my silence, he slows down his thrusts, punishing me for not giving him what he wants. Why does it make me so fucking hot?
“Yes,” I finally admit. “It bothered me that you were gone.”
And it really did. His absence messed with my mind and my heart for reasons that feel so damn hazardous right now. I’m falling for this man and if I’m being honest, I think I fell for him when he showed me that I deserve the stars, the moon and every out of this fucking world experience.
“Good,” he breathes, as his thrusts become faster, harder, ruthless and so damn hot. “I want it to bother you. It’s only fair because you make me fucking bothered.”
I want to hold him, hell, to hold onto anything, but I won’t move my arms.
“Do you want to come?”
“Yes, Mr. Cross.”
“Tell me.”
James screws me until I’m moaning so loud, I’m sure all of Colorado can hear me but I don’t give a damn. I don’t care if Knox and my sister hear me, I just can’t hold it in. Just as I’m reaching my peak, about to fall over, James suddenly stops and pulls out.
“No…”
“On all fours, now.” He punctuates his sexy command with a slap to my ass that makes my blood rush in my veins.
I quickly scramble to rearrange myself. I’m about to ask about my bound hands, but instead, the hand I feel at the curve of my back silences me. With a gentle but rough touch, James stretches me until my ass is perked up in the air, my arms right in front of me and my face on the bed.
“Look at you,” he praises in that deep voice of his. “All sexy and spread out for me and damn if I can’t have you. Now and fucking forever.”
“James,” I moan. I feel him behind me like he’s about to mount me. Oh God.
“Who do you belong to?” He slaps my ass, the clap resonating in the room like the clap of lightning.
“You,” I whisper hotly. “I belong to you.”
“That’s fucking right,” he whispers as he kisses my back, my shoulder blades and the he leans over me and captures my lips with his. I can feel his pelvis grinding into my ass and I... “Now fucking come for me, beautiful girl.”
He drives into me and I… fall apart with a scream.
I don’t have a candle to hold it in, or to stop the next one that comes in like a tidal wave. His body is well defined and large. I feel cherished and protected… and so damn wanted, that I can’t help but moan his name. His thick cock inside me, the way his palm reaches for my breast, squeezing and twisting the hard nipples, it all drives me crazy.
In this position, he’s deep, hitting my sweet spot over and over again. I come again and he groans in my ear, and starts fucking me in earnest, chasing his own release. I feel his cock pulsing deep in me, and then he’s coming, long and hard, with my name on his tongue. It’s do fucking sexy, hearing and feeling him come that I start coming too. Again.
“You belong to me,” he whispers again. “Don’t you ever forget that.
How could I? I was in love with him, after all.
The next morning, I feel deliciously sore and unable to stop myself from staring at James. Right now he’s outside, doing some manly stuff, but I catch glimpses of him from my spot on the couch by the huge living room windows that overlook the mountains.
The view--of a shirtless and sweaty James, the mountains are pretty too--is spectacular. He’s been outside since breakfast, leaving me with my sister and her husband who’s been looking at me as if he’s trying to send me secret coded messages or something.
I pretend not to notice him at all, but at some point, it gets to be a bit too much so I decide to leave… and my sister was waiting for that.
“What was that?”
I look up from the book I’m reading that I found in James’ private library I discovered on our end of the cabin. A man who looks like him, fucks like him, talks dirty like him and he loves to read? Yes, please! The only fucked up thing is, he’s forbidden.
“Excuse me?”
“Dont act stupid with me, Nicki,” she says with a hand at her hip. “I saw that look.”
“What look?”
“That look I saw between you and my husband.”
Urgh, here we fucking go.
“I don’t know what you saw, Val, but I didn’t give your husband a look.”
“Oh but you did,” she says with a pointed frown. “You think I didn’t see the two of you yesterday morning on that little walk you two took? Knox doesn’t like taking walks!”
“Well, he asked me to go with him.”
“And your desperate self said yes!” she snarls. “I bet you’re the one who forced him into it just so you could draw him into the forest to put your pathetic sweaty moves on him!”
“What?” I snap the book shut and slowly get up from the comfy couch, staring at my sister. Does she think this is a fucking twisted fairytale with enchanted forests and weak ass men that entire village girls fight over? Please, I might’ve lost a lot to my sister but I still have my pride. “Are you out of your mind?”
“I should be asking you!” she shouts. “He’s mine! You lost! Get over it!”
I’m so stunned by everything she just said, my mouth drops open.
“You can’t be serious,” I breathe, shaking my head at the incredulity of this shit. “You think I want your husband?”
“I know you do, Nicki!” she shouts. “You’re pathetic! You’ve always been pathetic! I remember the days you started dating Knox. He gave you a little bit of attention and you clung to him, almost suffocating him!”
“Suffocating him?”
“Yes! He told me how desperate you were, how you always ran around after him like a fucking lost puppy,” she says with a sharp smile on her face. “But he always had eyes for me. He wanted me! He thought you were ugly and I was pretty.”
Pain blooms in my chest as remembered trauma echoes in my head. What she’s saying isn’t new, but back then, I was always polite and waved it off.
“If that’s true, then why are you in my fucking face telling me that I want your man?” I ask, my voice low, controlled and so damn cold. “What do you have to fear, Val?”
Because you’re you!” she seethes. “You’re the kind to do anything just to be felt, but I swear to God if you get anywhere near my man, I will break your nose!”
I throw my head back and laugh which throws her off a bit. I laugh even harder when I see the look on her face, then I fall silent.
“So let me get this fucking straight,” I start, stepping closer to her. “You eloped with my boyfriend and then sent me the picture right before I got the break-up text from Knox. From the hints you’ve been throwing my way these past few days, you were hooking up with my boyfriend way longer than I knew and now, you stand before me, squawking like a fucking dying pig, threatening to break my nose?” I laugh a bit, but I’m studying her. “Is it because you’re threatened by me or is it because… you have a solid reason to believe that karma is a bitch?”