Page 17 of Damaged Billionaire Daddy (The Lanes Series #1)

Kandis tipped the diced mystery meat into a frying pan, and soon the cabin was filled with the aroma of fried pork. I sat down in the chair she had vacated and checked my socks.

Still wet, but I’d bought a week’s worth for each of us. I leaned back in the chair and drowsed in the warmth of the fire, the nearness of a woman, and the scent of cooking food. It was the most relaxed I’d felt in months.

I came back to myself when the front chair legs hit the floor with a jolt. “Hey!” I exclaimed. “What was that all about?”

“Safety,” Kandis growled at me. “Have you ever seen anyone fall when a chair topples over backward?”

I thought about it. “Can’t say that I have.”

She glared at me, but I was having a hard time focusing on what she was saying because she’d unzipped her jacket and was showing a good amount of cleavage in her V-neck t-shirt, and she held a bowl and a spoon in her hand.

That bowl was exuding a drool-worthy aroma.

My brains reached a full stop under the double onslaught of feminine pulchritude and the prospect of food.

“I have,” she said. “All the football jocks in my high school used to do it, until Tommy Jenkins had his chair a little too far from the wall. He hit his head on the radiator and got a concussion. My cell stopped receiving about fifteen minutes ago, so about all I could do for you would be to cover you up and keep you warm. Oh, and hope nothing went wrong with the generator or furnace, because my mountain cabin experience begins and ends with wood stoves.”

“Oh,” I said, feeling embarrassed. “I hadn’t thought about that. Sorry.”

“Didn’t think you had.” She thrust the bowl into my hands. “Here, eat this and keep all your chair legs on the floor.”

Bossy females were not my favorite, and I would have said more, but the stuff in the bowl smelled too good to ignore. I dug into it, sucking in air to cool it and keep from burning my mouth. “Mmmm,” I said, pointing at the bowl with my spoon, “Mmm, mmm, good.”

She grinned at my antics and said, “You’re welcome,” before tucking into her share.

Later, after we had eaten, cleaned up the kitchen, and set up the Murphy bed and gotten into it, I lay with my arms wrapped around her. She’d selected a fuzzy pajama set without an ounce of sex appeal, but somehow, she made them look good. We shared our warmth, spooned together there in the dark.

Her round little bottom pressed against me, giving my penis some ambitions ideas. I slid my hand up under her shirt (umm…warm. Nice!) and I slid a thumb across one nipple.

She turned in my arms, offering up her mouth for kisses. I slid my hand down the soft skin of her back and under the elastic of the sleep pants. No panties, I discovered, with a secret grin. I slid my hand lower, touching the sensitive bundle of nerves at the base of her spine.

She gave a little moan of pleasure and began working on the buttons on my sleep shirt. Her hands were like ice on my skin, causing my nipples to contract as hard as a girl’s, while my unruly lower member was rising to the challenge.

I reached lower, exploring sensitive private parts, then dipping into her well of delight.

She was hot and wet, and squirmed against me.

I shifted her so I could get a more frontal angle.

Cupping her pubic mound in the palm of my hand, I dipped in again, letting her rub her clit against the palm of my hand.

After all the walking we had done and the long drive, I knew my hip wasn’t up to supporting me in missionary position, so I eased onto my back and pulled her up onto my stomach.

She was lightly muscled, yet warm and soft where it counted. She smelled of gas station soap, honeysuckle deodorant, lemon shampoo, and warm, eager womanhood. When we kissed, her mouth tasted of chocolate and marshmallows.

Kandis squirmed atop me, trying to position herself to gain what she most desired. I lifted her hips away from me, teasing her with the nearness of my member, letting it brush against her.

It was a dangerous game. I nearly exploded right then, so I kept her a little farther away, teasing her until she whimpered with desire.

I pulled her up a little higher and pushed up her top so I could get to her breasts. Her nipples hardened to little pebbles as the cold air rushed in under the blankets as I shifted her. I loved them with my tongue, first one then the other.

She moaned and shifted to give me more of her breasts. The fuzzy pj top fell down over them, hiding them from me. Impatient, she kneeled up and yanked the top off. “Brrr!” she gasped, trying to pull the blanket back over us as she snuggled into my chest.

It wasn’t my first time to have a sexual romp in the cold, so I quickly tented the covers around us, making sure to trap our aroma with the warmed air. It made me want her even more, and I had a hard time holding back.

But it was fun to tease her. This was the perfect end to a wonderful day, and I didn’t want it to stop too soon.

Kandis braced herself on her elbows and rose up on her toes in a nearly perfect plank position. She wiggled her hips, trying to capture the tip of my cock in her moist warmth.

I let her try for a few minutes, until she collapsed on me in frustration. Then I helped her lift her hips again, positioned myself, the slowly lowered her down on me.

She was like velvet fire, hot, moist, tight, and almost mindless with longing. She didn’t use any technique at all, just a young wild thing’s instinctual seeking after pleasure.

I guided her, keeping our movements slow. I used my thumb to tease her clit as she rode me, driving her to new heights of eagerness.

When she completely lost control, I began pumping in and out, guiding her hips until we found a mutual rhythm, a piston driving in and out with an age-old mechanical motion, driving us to the inevitable volcanic explosion.

She climaxed, pushing down on me, trying to take in every inch and striving for more. That drove me over the edge, and I joined her in a volcanic orgasm that rocked her into a series of aftershocks.

We clung together, trying to keep our joining until nature exacted its toll, and we slid apart.

“Messy,” she murmured, but so cold out there.”

“I know,” I said. “I prepared.” I reached for a roll of toilet paper and a package of wipes.

After that, we were both too worn out to do more than cuddle. “I could get used to this,” I thought, even though her warm weight was straining my bad shoulder.

Her breaths were even and slow. Soon, mine matched hers, and I fell asleep without remembering to take any pain pills.