Page 19 of Don't Want to Fall
Devin cries out my name, along with a string of curses as she comes apart.
I abandon my need for oxygen to keep my face suctioned to her core, because I want to taste every last drop of her string of climaxes.
When at last the tsunami of pleasure subsides, I come up for air.
My nose is shiny, and my beard is no doubt soaked in her juices. I meet her sated gaze and begin the climb up her body.
“I don’t have a condom, baby. Do we need to wait?”
“I’m on birth control,” she says. “Also, I haven’t been with anyone in a really long time, so?—”
“Not evenJerek with a J?” I mean to tease, but the question comes out a little harsher. The idea of any man disrespecting Devin angers me to no end.
“He didn’t even stay to eat half his entrée,” she says, cupping my cheek as I hover above her. “He was gone way before the dessert I wouldn’t have offered up anyway. You really haven’t fulfilled any woman’s mountain man fantasies lately?”
“Not for a long time,” I admit. “But if you want proof I’m clean, it’s back at my cabin.”
“I trust you, Flynn.”
“You do?”
“You could have chopped me up into tiny pieces and scattered my body around the forest as bear food. My bones might have been harder to discard?—”
“The only hard bone I’m interested in is the one I want to bury in your pussy.”
She reaches between us for my cock, lining me up at her entrance.
The sounds of sharp barking and a diesel engine don’t register immediately. It takes several seconds for me to understand why I’m hearing them.
“Shit,” I say, popping off the bed immediately.
“Grandparents?”
“Dad.” I tug on my jeans, hoping like hell I can get my hard-on to go down before I have to face my father. Until now, I forgot I sent him a text last night about bringing a couple gas cans to the cabin. “Get dressed.”
“In what clothes?” she asks, her expression so forlorn it’s almost comical.
“Lucky for you, I was wide awake last night.” I reach over to the chair where her freshly washed clothes are folded and toss them to her. “And Devin?”
“Yeah?”
I crawl onto the bed, cupping her cheek so I can give her a reassuring kiss. “As soon as my truck is running again, I’m taking you back to my cabin to finish what we started. I am far from done with you, baby.”
Chapter Nine
Devin
Flynn Conners has the most comfortable king-sized bed I’ve ever experienced.
That’s the last rational thought I have before he crawls up my naked body and presses those very capable lips against my own. I thread my hands through his slightly shaggy hair and tug him closer. The weight of his hard, tattooed body pressed against mine is the best feeling ever. It’s warmth, comfort, and safety.
It’s all the things I’vereadabout but never thought I’d be lucky enough to find.
I open my legs, offering myself to him as his cock slides through my wet folds. I whimper at the sensation, so fucking turned on by that delicious rod of steel rubbing against me. I could get used to this.
“You like that, huh?”
“Yeah.”
