Page 90 of Braving the Storm

“My good fucking girl.” He groans while pressing past my lips, and I carefully lap up the evidence of how hard I just came under his command, cleaning him up while treated to his watchful gaze. My brain is twirling giddy circles somewhere in amongst the starry night sky, I’m certain.

Whether or not I can actually walk out of here without stumbling is another question entirely.

As he pulls his fingers away and then sucks down on them himself, he hums out a dark noise of satisfaction. Then he looks down and makes careful work of hooking my panties back into place and settling my dress to look completely normal.

Not like I just humped his face and shattered on his tongue and fingers.

“Ready?” He flashes me with a wicked glance.

Blinking at him, it takes a second to process what he’s saying. That’s when my brain comes back online. “Everyone saw you come in here. How the fuck are we supposed to just walk out and explain this?” I whisper-yell, my hand thumping his impossible, strong chest.

“I took care of that.”

“Oh really? How are you going to explain disappearing into the bathroom two seconds after me?” My stomach clenches. We haven’t discussed telling anyone about this thing between us, and I don’t feel like tonight, of all nights, is the occasion I want to spring this revelation on the only group of friends I’ve made.

The infuriating, supremely handsome man towering over me looks implacable. He’s a calm lake, while I’m a churning ocean of anxiety.

“I told them we might be awhile.”

“What?”

“Don't look so panicked, little thorn.”

“But, aren't they going to ask questions?” They are absolutely going to ask questions.

“No.” His lips tip up at the corners.

“How can you be so certain? They're gonna suspect something.” I brush my hands over my dress, trying to smooth it down along with regathering my brain cells that have all pooled in my pussy.

“No. They're not.”

“Why do I not like that look on your face?”

“I told them to carry on, that we might be gone for quite some time.”

He tugs on my elbow, guiding me toward the door, and as he unlocks it, the thud surely signaling the moment when our dirty little secret is going to be revealed, he bends to rumble in my ear.

“I told them it was a family emergency.”

Chapter 29

Damn, I’ve never known this kind of peace before.

Of making my way into the heart of these mountains after a long fucking day’s work, looking forward to the sweet smile waiting for me.

I’ve been down in Crimson Ridge this afternoon, sorting out some final details with Beau’s realtor, and now I’m ready for the ultimate prize.

My girl has been playing games today. While being left alone, she sent me a photo I’ve had pulled up on my phone screen every two goddamn seconds.

In it, she’s taken a photo of her reflection in the bedroom mirror, covering those perfect tits with one forearm, the one wrapped in my cuff, being a slutty little tease. But that’s not the part that really had my dick standing to attention. No, the real fucking cherry perched on top is the sight of my hat covering her glossy long head of hair and the constellation of fingerprints and hickeys left all over her thighs.

They’ve colored up beautifully since last night.

She sent the image all because I instructed her to, and the good girl she is for me, Briar’s slutty little photo arrived less than five minutes later.

Have I spent most of my day imagining all the ways I’m gonna worship her when I get home? Or, more accurately, have I spent the better part of the day already thinking about a future with Briar?

I don’t know what she wants from this, or from us. I don’t know if I can expect her to stay in these mountains, but holy shit, I’m busy calculating what the odds might be.