More was exactly what I wanted and her asking for it was the green light I’d been waiting for. I drove into her harder, deeper, my hands gripping her thighs, my teeth dragging along her collarbone. She cried out, her head tipping back as her body arched to meet every thrust. Her tits bounced with every movement, flushed, perfect, and begging for my lips. I bent down and sucked one into my mouth, teasing her nipple with my tongue until she writhed beneath me, cursing my name like it was the only one she knew.
“You like that?” I growled, switching my attention to the other. “You like when I fuck you like this?”
She nodded, her swollen lips parted. “God, yes. You feel so fucking good.”
I sat back on my knees and hauled her hips into my lap, watching her come apart as I slammed into her, rougher now, sweat slicking our skin as she gasped and begged for more. Her fingers clawed at the sheets, her thighs shaking, her voice breaking with every thrust.
I leaned down and kissed her hard, swallowing her moans as her walls clamped down around me, tight and pulsing.
“Come for me, baby girl,” I whispered against her lips. “Show me how good I make you feel.”
She shattered with a strangled cry, her whole body trembling, nails digging into my shoulders as she came hard around my cock. The feel of her, so damn hot and wet and perfect, pushed me right over the edge. I groaned her name, spilling into the condom with one last deep, desperate thrust, my body locking up as pleasure ripped through me like wildfire.
We collapsed into the pillows, tangled and breathless, my chest still heaving as I held her tight against me. Her skin was damp, her hair a mess, her lips swollen from my kiss. She looked like sin. Hell, she looked like mine.
I left her long enough to take care of the condom, then got back in bed and wrapped around her, my hand on her back, her leg slung over mine. She fell asleep fast. Like she trusted me to hold her through the night.
But I couldn’t sleep. I lay there long after her breath evened out, my heart thudding like I’d just made the biggest mistake of my life. Because the more I wanted her, the more I risked losing her… and I wouldn’t be able to survive a hit like that.
CHAPTER 8
CALLA
I hadn’t slept at my grandparents’ place in over two weeks. It made more sense for me to stay at Holt’s. At least that’s what I kept telling myself and he agreed. I’d moved some stuff into the guest bedroom, though I hadn’t actually slept in the bed since that first night I’d stayed over.
Holt and I put Lane to bed together each night, then we’d stay up late talking, kissing, and having the best sex of my life. I’d set an early alarm so I could wake up and sneak back to the guest room before Lane got up. We hadn’t defined what was going on between us, but I was falling for him. Fast, hard, and completely.
Weekends were my favorite. If Holt had something he had to do, he’d take us with him. We’d clear trails or check on the fire tower and make a day out of it. Then we’d head back to the house, make dinner together, and snuggle up on the couch for a movie or one of Lane’s dinosaur documentaries. The three of us fit together like a cozy little family, and I loved every second of it.
Today we were heading into town to go to the Saturday morning farmer’s market. Holt was already making breakfast, and I could hear Lane moving around the family room. I pulled on a pair of leggings and buttoned the flannel shirt I’d stolen from Holt. The smell of fresh coffee made me smile as I pulled the guest bedroom door closed behind me.
“There she is.” Holt smiled and turned to fill a mug for me.
“I thought you were going to sleep forever.” Lane wrapped his arms around my waist, and I bent over to hug him back.
“You wore me out last night.” Lane and I had done a nighttime dino scavenger hunt in the backyard while Holt was at his weekly trail supper. I was hoping that if we did enough fun things in the dark that it might help with Lane’s night terrors. It seemed to be working, or at least something was. He’d slept through the night several times this week, and the dark circles under Holt’s eyes had actually started to fade.
“Good morning.” Holt handed me the mug, and I resisted the urge to rise up on my tiptoes to kiss him.
“Good morning to you, too.” I smiled at him over the top of Lane’s head. These moments meant everything to me, and I didn’t want them to come to an end.
“You two need to eat, then we need to get to the farmer’s market. All the good stuff gets snatched up early.” Holt tickled Lane under the arms and carried him over to the table.
After we’d finished bacon and egg sandwiches and cleaned up the kitchen, we piled into Holt’s truck and headed into town. I hadn’t been to the farmer’s market yet, but Nellie kept trying to get me to stop by. The main street through town was closed off where dozens of tents had been set up. I’d never seen so many people in Hard Timber.
“It’s a huge draw,” Holt said like he could read my mind. “You should have seen it during the kickoff weekend.”
“Can we get jerky from Harlan?” Lane asked as he jumped down to the sidewalk.
“If he’s here.” Holt turned to me and grinned. “Harlan’s supposed to have a vendor stall, but he doesn’t always show.”
“Sounds about right based on what you’ve told me about him.” I smiled back as I got out of the truck. Seemed like most of Holt’s friends avoided interacting with the public as much as they could.
Holt took one of his son’s hands, and Lane reached for mine with the other. I gave it a squeeze, and the three of us started down the street, hand in hand in hand. We hadn’t been out in public much since Holt and I had crossed the line between employer and employee, so I wasn’t sure what to expect. Lane had seen us snuggle a little, but we’d avoided any public displays of affection. Holt had been hurt badly when his ex left, so I was more than willing to let him lead when it came to who to tell about our developing relationship and when. I just wished he’d talk to me about it, but things were so good between us, I didn’t want to bring it up.
Our first stop was Nellie’s tent right outside the cafe. She had her petting zoo set up with a bunch of the animals she’d rescued over the years. Holt had told me all about how she’d turned her land into a refuge for animals that had been injured or abandoned. My grandma had mentioned Nellie and her “motley menagerie”, but I hadn’t been by to visit it yet.
“Well, look who decided to finally stop by and meet my new additions.” Nellie reached out to give Lane a hug. He dropped our hands so he could hug her back, though he seemed more interested in the box of baby chicks she held in one arm.
