Page 55 of Tempting Promises
It was too much.
I did my best to slow her, do anything I could to control the sensations, but nothing worked, and I came with a ferocity I didn’t know was possible.
When we finished, she smiled down at me with my cock insideher and winked. “I guess we know who would win the war between us.”
“I’d say that was just a battle, this war isn’t over yet,” I informed her as I rolled her onto her back, slid out, and went to work on the fire.
In the time that it took me, which has been two minutes, she has managed to sprawl out on the blanket and is snoring away.
The fire is roaring again, flames dancing high, and I continue to feed it. I don’t want to have to wake up again because I’m fucking exhausted.
I stare at the orange and red colors, wondering what in the hell the two of us are doing. This is Charlotte Sullivan. The pain in my ass who has called me more names than anyone else. Her and her asshole sister worked incredibly hard to smear my name, and now we’re both fighting for the same contract with Knight Food Distribution.
This is a bad idea. A stupid one, but I’m growing hard again, thinking about how fantastic the sex was.
I hear the rustling of the sleeping bag and look over to see her sound asleep. She looks soft and sweet right now.
Then again, her mouth is shut and she’s not spewing her hate.
I let out a deep breath through my nose and settle in behind her, wrapping my arm around her middle. Not allowing myself to think about why, I pull her closer and bury my face in her neck, inhaling deeply and allowing sleep to take me to a place where this won’t be complicated when we wake up in the morning.
“I have to pee so bad,” Charlotte complains as she’s standing at the door and staring at the half inch of ice on the ground outside.
“So go pee.”
She looks at me like she wants to kill me, which is basically her normal look when we’re not naked. “I can’t get there, Rowan. I’ll break both my ankles if I try.”
“I had no issues,” I remind her.
Which isn’t true. I just pissed off the side of the porch.
“Well, not all of us have a hose that can aim our pee.”
“Sucks for you, huh?”
She flips me off. “Can you maybe be a gentleman and help me to the outhouse?”
I raise my brows and laugh. “Charlotte, it’s literally a sheet of ice. There’s no way to walk there on two good legs.”
“What am I supposed to do?” she asks, throwing her arms up. “I’m going to pee my pants!”
“Come on,” I say, not wanting her to pee herself.
“Come on what?”
“Do you want to piss your only pair of pants or are you going to let me help?
I grab the blanket off the ground and wait with my hand extended. Charlotte, not being a complete idiot, sighs and takes my hand. I help her over to the side of the porch. “Look, it’s going to be cold, and it’s not going to be dignified, but it is what it is, okay?”
Her face falls. “Nothing about this entire trip has gone the way I thought, so, whatever.”
“Glad to see you’re being mature. Now, slide through the top railing, and sit on the second rail,” I instruct her.
“What?”
“You’re going to use that lower one as a seat and piss off the side, but without the hose I come so generously equipped with.”
“Kill me now,” she mutters, but she does what I say.
