Page 41 of Crave Me

After lying around all day, I’m eager for some fresh air. Grabbing everything I need—a bottle of Aspen Ridge whiskey, and two towels—I open up the back door and step onto my covered back porch. Lucky for me, my house backs up to the woods for ultimate privacy. Not that I’ve had a woman over here before. I set everything down on the patio table before lifting the lid to my hot tub. Turning it on to heat up, I flick the string lights on and the overhead light off and head back inside to find Blaire, excitement flaring to life inside me.

Rapping my knuckles on the guest bedroom door is the only warning she gets before I open it and walk into the room. She’s lying on the bed, sprawled out with a movie playing on the flat screen in front of her. Her eyes light up slightly when she sees me enter, and I don’t fight the smile it brings me.

“Didn’t want to invite me to movie night?” I tease as I drop down next to her on the bed, my big body brushing against hers.

“Like you’d really want to watchPride and Prejudice.”

“Only if it’s Keira Knightly and Matthew Macfadyen.”

Her head spins so fast I’m positive she has whiplash. She bounces up on the bed, her knees tucked under her, facing me. I arch my neck back to look up at her.

“How did you know that? This is my favorite movie of all time. My favorite book.”

She’s so damn cute like this, in nothing but one of my T-shirts, barefaced, excited, and relaxed at the same time. I like this version of her. A lot.

“My mom. It’s also her favorite.”

Her face falls slightly and it confuses me. I thought that would make her happy. She seemed to really get along with my mother.

“It’s classic. My guilty pleasure movie. I watch it more often than I dare admit, honestly.”

“Your secret is safe with me. Care to take a break from it?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“C’mon and I’ll show you.”

I grab her hand in mine and drag her from the room. She follows me in silence, which is surprising, she’s usually always got some smart remarks to make. I lead her to the back door when she starts to pull on my hand.

“Dallas, I’m in just a shirt. I’ll freeze to death!”

“You’ll warm up quickly, trust me.”

I slide open the door and step onto the large wooden deck, watching her face as she takes in the surroundings. The twinkling lights illuminate her beautiful features as she smiles brightly. Once she sees the hot tub, bubbling and steaming, her body relaxes, and she sighs. She’s so fucking beautiful. So easy to make happy. I want to do more of it.

“Dallas, it’s so beautiful out here. So quiet and peaceful.”

“Compared to where you live?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“How else am I supposed to sneak in and fuck you while you sleep?”

Her body stiffens, her face turning ashen, and I have no idea why that would upset her. Her reaction was quick, but I caught it right before she masked it.

She smacks my chest playfully and I move just as quickly to wrap my fingers around her wrist, hauling her to me. She laughs but stutters once she feels my hand sliding up the top of her thigh, slipping under the T-shirt, and pulling the fabric up with it.

“No clothes. Hot tub rules.”

She smirks at me but moves to the elastic of my joggers.

“Same goes for you then, Mr. Hayes.”

We strip and climb into the warmth of the hot tub, the steam rising from the heat and the cold winter air. She relaxes deep into the water as I hand her the open bottle of whiskey. I watch as she takes her first swig of whiskey straight from the bottle. Her mouth forming an ‘o’ around the opening, and I immediately think of those luscious lips wrapped around my cock. She’s so eager. Easily gives the best head I’ve ever had. I don’t even remember anyone before her. She swallows the alcohol, her face scrunching up as a shiver runs through her body. She visibly shakes, and I try not to laugh at her. Instead, I want to play a game.

“Truth or dare?”

She eyes me skeptically for a moment before answering.

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