Shocked, Fern squealed into Elliott’s mouth and locked her legs around his waist. With his palms repositioned to grip her ass, he spun them around and started trudging upstream.
“We’re going to my house, okay?” he asked gruffly as she bounced along, staring past his big head at the spot where she’d just been standing.
“Mhm.” With her arms locked around his shoulders and the tip of his cock smacking her butt every few steps, she didn’t mind the distance to his place. She’d intentionally gotten closeon her kayaking adventure but didn’t realize she’d all but made it to his yard. Hell, they’d passed by when he was chasing her down.
When he was terrifying her and turning her on in equal measure.
Fuck, she liked a little fear in her life.
She clenched at the memory of that all-consuming panic, followed by the wave of comfort when his big, strong arm scooped around her waist. A whimper must’ve escaped her, because Elliott dug his fingers into her ass and pulled her center against his abdomen. The rough hairs on his stomachrubbed the insides of her thighs, sending little shockwaves through her.
“Hold on tight.”
She did, and he let go of her with one arm long enough to pull open a squeaky screen door and step onto what she assumed was his back porch.
She expected him to set her down, but Fern’s back met a wall, and Elliott’s palms slid from her ass to her thighs as he shoved his face into the side of her neck. He kissed her and inhaled while she stifled a giggle at the tickle of his beard on her skin. A breeze rustled through the trees, pushing the scent of warm pine through the screen porch. Fern could feel herself relaxing into the moment as she shoved her worries aside and dragged her fingers through his waves.
With his chest rumbling against her tits, she shamelessly tugged his head back and claimed his mouth, nipping his lower lip and running her tongue over the seam. Elliott moaned as he turned them away from the wall to sit on some soft surface, startling her into breaking their embrace.
She straddled him on a white iron daybed that sported a few boring blue throw pillows and a patchwork quilt. To her left, a windowed door led inside. Straight ahead, a window in the timbered wall looked into a bright, airy kitchen.
Given the outside of his home, she’d have expected dark wood and maybe some deer heads on the walls. What she could see pleased her, even if his color palette left something to be desired. That didn’t really matter, though, not when this was a friends with benefits thing—she was pretty sure.
Jesus Christ, how did she end up in this situation? Who let a six-foot-tall naked man carry them home after chasing them down and trying to bite them? Yes, she knew man and bear had two different minds, but it was all Elliott to her. Maybe she should name his bear. Did he already have a name? Good lord, she needed to work on her decision-making skills.
Elliott tugged one of her braids, drawing her attention back to his face and the feel of his skin beneath hers. So little fabric separated them, just her tiny, damp bikini, and being carried to the house had parted the triangles of her top into nothing more than two bands that hardly covered her nipples. Actually, one of them was definitely out and rubbing his chest hair.
“Sugar,” he rumbled, “do you want this?”
Did she? It was probably a bad choice, but yeah. “Mhm,” she hummed, swiveling her hips and grinding against his length.
Growling softly, he pulled her bottom lip between his teeth, then swiped his tongue into her mouth. His huge hands roamed her body, sliding up and down her back, pausing to tug loose the ties on her top.
Fern pressed a firm kiss to his mouth—the type that didn’t require much focus—and reached between them to yank her bikini free. With a groan, Elliott leaned back enough to get a good look at her tits, then he ducked his head and swirled circles around her nipples. She whimpered, pressing her chest into his face. The move arched her back and pulled her bottoms tight against her clit, intensifying the already gratifying motion she had going.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful, exquisite, a goddamn masterpiece.” Elliott peppered her with kisses from breasts to forehead, then found her mouth again. “Use me, Fern. Make yourself come for me. Can you do that?”
She whimpered, unable to form a single word while lost to his touch. Where wasthisElliott before? She supposed they hadn’t known each other for very long. This was yet another part of the getting-to-know-you phase of a relationship... or friends-with-benefits-ship.
With his face buried in her neck, he inhaled deeply and groaned. “I want you soaked and coming so hard you’d melt if I wasn’t holding you up.”
She said nothing, just ground against him and found theperfectposition, the perfect speed. Her clit rode the ridge where his hard shaft met his softer head as she picked up pace, growing less rhythmic, more frantic with each passing moment.
One hot hand tightened on her waist, and the other grabbed her braids, tugging her head back so he could meet her eyes. “Do you understand me?Now, Fern. I want you shaking.”
“Yes,” she gasped out as she came—just as he requested—moving in little jagged bursts until the hard jolts of pleasure subsided to soft, rolling waves.
Back arched, she stared up at the ceiling, counted ten knots in thewooden planks, then finally found her breath and glanced down.
“Holy shit,” she whispered, disentangling her fingers from Elliott’s hair.
He gazed up at her, drawing back just enough to say, “Well done,” in a husky voice that sent a shiver straight to her soul.
“Whoareyou?” she asked, dazed, watching him through the haze of her lashes.
Chuckling, he turned them on the bed and shifted her to lie beside him, pulling her head onto his chest. Too sated to question things, she enjoyed the rhythm of his heart and looked out at his stunning yard.
The afternoon sun cascaded through the trees, and a soft breeze made the daylight dance across the grass. A few small swarms of bugs, nothing more than pale clouds in the distance, blobbed amorphously as they rode the air currents. A hummingbird paused for a sip at the bright red feeder hanging beneath a tree with papery white bark.
