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“Trouble…” I rasp out a warning.
She heeds it, sticking out her tongue and opening wide to give me the control I crave.
“That’s my girl. Take it all. This mouth is mine.” My cock is rock hard as I thrust it between her pouty lips, watching it disappear into the warm heat of her mouth. Blyth arches her neck as she tries to take me deeper still, sucking so hard that I see stars. Fuck, she’s amazing.
This sexy as fuck woman meets me thrust for thrust, moaning in pleasure as the pace increases. In. Out. In. Out. I tunnel intoher mouth, bumping the back of her throat, but she never once gags. Always ready for more.
“Play with that pussy,” I demand, my mouth going dry as our eyes lock and she obeys. Her fingers fly between her legs, working her clit into a frenzy. Electricity races over me, singing in my veins and coiling at the base of my spine.
The wet heat of her expert mouth combined with the suction and the sexy as fuck picture before me makes me pant. Sweat joins the water trickling down my body as I try to hold off my orgasm.
“Work your clit. Hurry, baby. Come for me.” She whines around my cock, her lips pulled tight around my thick cock, and I reach down to pluck at her nipples, adding just a little bite of pain to help her over the edge. My abs pull taut and pleasure tightens my balls. Fuck, there’s no stopping it.
With a roar, I plunge deep and shoot my release down her throat as my vision tunnels. Blyth’s eyes roll back as she works to swallow me, her throat gulping while she shudders with an orgasm of her own.
Fucking incredible.
Icy water makes me gasp as the cum covered blue tiles in my shower surround me once again.
Damn…
Chapter Three
Blyth
“What the hell is he even doing in there?” I mutter to myself. For some reason, in all of my self-run scenarios of how this would go, I never considered that he might just not answer the door.
Did I think I would need to be persuasive? Yeah.
Insistent? Absolutely.
Annoying as fuck? I can’t wait.
Being completely stonewalled was not on my bingo card, but I am nothing if not resourceful. No damn door is going to keep me away from the man I need to torture into a tux. Even if Tilly told me it was okay, her tears made it clear that Murphy skipping the wedding was a disaster and, come hell or high water, I’m determined to make sure my bestie’s wedding is perfect.
With a huff, I bunch my muscles and lift onto my feet. The porch swing creaks, swinging slowly back and forth as I walk down the stairs to survey the area.
Surely, there has to be another answer, and I’m going to find it. I wince when I bite down hard on my lower lip.Ouch. Get ittogether, Blyth.My eyes survey the area, and it seems like the perfect time to do a bit of exploring.
“You can hide Murphy. But I’m going to find you.”
Stunning gold leaves make the most satisfying crunch as I wander the perimeter of his house. They swish behind me as I kick them up in a beautiful sea of fall glory, making my heart lighter with every step. The house is even larger than I first thought, and I turn the corner, ambling down the lengthy side of the a-frame house. Intricate mosaic tile work lines the sides, the colorful patterns bright and cheery against the dark wood. I want to pause and study them, but right now, I’m on a mission.
The back porch comes into view, complete with a pretty hammock that sways in the cool mountain breeze. Damn, this place is amazing. The trees rustle, and forest sounds surround me, bringing with them absolute calm as I gaze out over Murphy’s domain. The house is completely isolated; it’s like camping but fancy. There’s nothing but wilderness and peace. What I wouldn’t give to live somewhere like this instead of at the Lustre Lake B&B.
Not that I’ll live there forever.
Two little chipmunks run back and forth across the porch railing, gathering a line of nuts that were left out, and my heart squeezes at the idea of the big, rugged mountain man leaving a trail of treats for the cute creatures. Pushing the sudden warm, squishy feelings aside, I consider my options.
“What would send the message that you need to deal with me?” I wonder aloud. My fingers glide along the banister as I climb the three stairs up to the hammock. It’s been way too long since I’ve relaxed on one of those. The wood is sanded to perfection, impossibly smooth and satisfying. Wandering around, my gaze snags on a little empty pot by the backdoor.
Please tell me he left a key there. It would be perfect.
A zip of excitement pulses through me and I rush over, nearly tripping in my haste. The cool pot is a little rough—and empty inside. Damn. Not to be deterred, I lift it and continue my search. Of course, there isn’t anything under it either.
But I still have options.
We’re in the middle of nowhere. The door might just be unlocked…
