“Ah!” I cried out, unable to stop myself. The burn was quick and barely there, and a second later it was followed by intense pleasure as he hit right into the bundle of nerves that drove everything. It was like he’d figured out exactly where to find them. He could hit them every time without fail, making me see stars above my head.
“Say my name, Red,” he growled, thrusting into me fast and hard, making the whole bed shake. Until then I’d almost forgotten it was actually two beds pushed up against one another, but for the first time I was worried they were going to move apart and we’d fall into the gap.
“Aiden,” I gasped out. “Oh, god – I –”
“No,” he snapped, gripping my hips harder. “Say my name. Only my name.”
My eyes went wide as he hammered inside me, so hard I could barely stay still, finding myself pushed against the pillow which in turn was flattened against the headboard. “Aiden,” I said, swept along on the tide of his aggressive lust. “Aiden, Aiden, Aiden.”
He growled and cried out, fucking me harder and harder, taking me toward a crescendo, a wave that was only getting higher and higher. “Yes,” he shouted. “Say it!”
“Aiden!” I shouted back at the top of my lungs, my voice unbridled and raw, full of all the feeling I was supposed to be hiding, full of the ecstasy he was driving inside me, full of desire and intoxication and – something deeper that I was afraid to name.
I felt him cum inside me, finding my own release when I saw the look in his eyes.
A look that made me think of forever.
Cum spurted across my own stomach, a wash of bliss carrying me away for a few seconds and then ramping up almost to the point of pain as Aiden milked his pleasure in long, slow strokes. He pulled out before it got too much, then lay down on the bed beside me with a heavy whoomph.
It was long minutes before I had the courage to speak, too swept away by the intensity of what we had done.
“Aiden?” I said, and looked at him – but his eyes were closed, his breathing even. He was asleep.
Aiden
I groaned as a loud noise seemed to split open my skull, making my head throb.
“What is that?” Cade asked, making me wince again.
“You don’t have to shout,” I said weakly.
I felt him move beside me. In the middle of the night, we must have shifted to hold each other, and when he left my side and took his warmth with him I was bereft. I cracked my eyes open and realized I could barely see a thing either way; the fire must have almost completely died while we were asleep.
“I think it’s the rescue,” Cade said. A tone of excitement came into his voice, but it was quickly followed by panic. “Holy crap, Aiden. We have to get dressed and cleaned up!”
I groaned as I sat up way too fast, clutching my skull. “I’m too hungover for this,” I complained.
“It’s not just a hangover,” Cade said. I saw him jump out of the bed from the corner of my eye, then groan and steady himself on the bedframe. “It’s also dehydration. We only had beer last night and no water.”
“Let me sort out the fire and then we can take care of everything else,” I said, rubbing my head. I managed to force my body to move out of the warm blankets and onto the cold floor, where I could squat in front of the fire and start feeding it more wood. It had almost totally gone out. It took me a few precious minutes to coax it back to full life, by which time Cade had managed to grope his way over to the supplies in the dark and grab us both one of the last bottles of water.
I took mine and gulped it down gratefully. “Energy bar?” I suggested, basking in the warmth of the new flames on my skin.
“Might as well get some energy,” Cade agreed, though it seemed reluctant. He came back fast and ate his bar by the time I’d even got mine unwrapped, clearly in a hurry. “Come on. Where are those wipes of yours?”
“Top of the dresser on my side of the room,” I said. I cast an eye around. There were clothes scattered around us, the beds were a mess of tangled blankets, and of course, there was our… special blanket, tucked away down under the frame. It would be pretty obvious to anyone who managed to get down here what we had been up to. I didn’t even want to imagine what it probably smelled like in here, given we’d lost all perspective while we’d been living in it for the last few days.
Cade rushed back over to hand me one, and I reached out for him – but he didn’t even see my hand. He’d already stepped back to start washing himself, turning half away from me as if this was a private thing that he didn’t want me to stare at him for.
We were getting rescued today, and suddenly he didn’t want me to touch him.
It stung way more than I had thought it would, and I couldn’t help but have flashes of that first time – of me cleaning him up carefully and reverentially, marveling over his body and how attracted to him I was – as I quickly cleaned away any and all marks of the last few days.
Of course, there were some that couldn’t be washed away. As Cade turned back to me and started to rush for his clothes, I noted with some satisfaction that his neck still bore a dark bruise that wasn’t going to fade for a few days. A hickey. No matter what happened next, he was going to wear my mark with him. He’d see it whenever he looked in the mirror. He would know and he would remember. At least for a few days.
That was going to have to be enough.
I grabbed the last of my clean clothes out of the dresser and threw them on, gathering up everything else I had brought with me and shoving it back into my bag. I knew that if we did end up able to bring anything with us, one bag that we could easily carry was probably the limit. There was no chance of bringing the rest of the food with us – not that I wanted to so much as look at one of those energy bars again. The last thing I needed was a reminder of those awful, too-small meals.
