Page 10 of Mountain Man's Holiday Home
I stilled, letting her adjust, my own body screaming at me to move. “Breathe, baby. Just breathe.”
She let out a shaky exhale, and her muscles relaxed minutely around me. I pushed deeper, a low groan tearing from my throat at the exquisite, hot feel of her surrounding me. “God, Lainey. You feel…unbelievable.”
“Hendrix,” she whimpered, but it wasn’t a sound of pain anymore. It was one of overwhelmed sensation.
I began to move, shallow strokes at first, each one taking me deeper than the last. The sounds were filthy and perfect. The slick, wet slide of our bodies joining, our ragged breaths, the soft rustle of our clothes as we moved. I held her tightly against me, my face buried in her neck, my arm a firm anchor across her stomach.
“You take me so good,” I grunted into her ear. “So perfect. My good girl.”
She whimpered, pushing her hips back against me, meeting my thrusts. “More…please, Hendrix.”
That was all the encouragement I needed. My thrusts became longer, deeper, setting a pace that was still gentle but now urgent, driven by a need I could no longer contain. I slid my hand from her stomach down, finding her clit again. She jolted as I touched her, a broken cry echoing around us.
“Oh, God…I can’t…it’s too much,” she sobbed, but her body was arching into my hand, begging for more.
“You can, baby. Come for me again. Come around my cock,” I urged her, my voice rough and strained. I circled her clit, matching the rhythm of my thrusts, feeling her inner muscles begin to flutter and clench around me. “That’s it. Let go. I’ve got you.”
Her second orgasm ripped through her with a force that stole the air from her lungs. She screamed my name, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure that echoed in the small clearing, and her body convulsed around mine, milking me, pulling me right over the edge with her.
My own release followed instantly, a blinding, white-hot wave that had me driving into her one last, deep time as I emptied into the condom with a guttural roar, my forehead dropping to her shoulder.
I supported her weight, both of us trying to remember how to breathe, our hearts hammering against each other’s ribs. After a moment, I gently turned her in my arms to face me and pressed a soft kiss to her damp temple.
“You okay?” I asked.
She nodded, a slow, dazed movement. “Yeah. I’m…yeah.”
After a few long minutes, I reluctantly pulled away to deal with the condom. We dressed in a comfortable silence, ourmovements slow. I couldn’t stop touching her—a brush of my hand against hers as I handed back her sweater, a kiss on her bare shoulder before she pulled it on. She was glowing, her smile shy but radiant, and I knew I was probably wearing a matching silly grin.
We walked back to the truck hand-in-hand, the world feeling brand new. The air was sweeter, the stars were brighter. She leaned her head against my shoulder, and I kissed her hair, my heart feeling too big for my chest.
This was it. This was everything.
The gravel crunched under our boots as we approached the truck, the glow inside us so bright, I was surprised it didn’t light the path. But then another vehicle pulled up, headlights sweeping across the gravel lot and blinding us for a second. A familiar beat-up Ford pickup screeched to a halt right next to mine.
The driver’s door flew open, and Lainey’s hand tightened around mine like a vice, her entire body going rigid. Because climbing out of the truck, his face a thundercloud of fury under the lot’s single security light, was Luca. His gaze locked onto our joined hands, then lifted to meet my stare head-on. His eyes were burning with a promise of pure violence.
My own blood went cold. The blissful afterglow evaporated, replaced by a cold, sharp dread. We were busted. And from the look on Luca’s face, he was about to make good on every single threat he’d ever made about anyone touching his little sister.
I was a dead man walking.
5
LAINEY
“What the fuck, Lowe?”
My oldest brother was walking toward us, looking like he was ready to fight. His full attention was on Hendrix.
“Luca,” I called out, stepping forward. I was fully prepared to get between them if necessary. “What are you doing here?”
“Looking for you two.” His jaw was tight, his hands clenched into fists. “You left a couple of hours ago to deliver one tree. Hours, Lainey.”
Heat flooded my cheeks. “We were going to lunch, but?—”
“Don’t.” He held up a hand, still glaring at Hendrix. “Just don’t.”
Hendrix stepped slightly in front of me, his posture protective but non-threatening. “Luca, let’s talk about this.”
