Page 13 of Joel (Guardians of the North #6)

KYLIE

We don’t make it to the hot tub. The second I’m inside Joel’s house, I’m stripped down.

There’s a trail of my clothes from the front door to the kitchen.

When I’m left in only a pair of panties, he picks me up and tosses me over his shoulder.

I laugh, both at Joel’s caveman-like gesture and at how absolutely free I finally feel.

“What are you doing?” I can barely get the question out between giggles.

“Something I’ve wanted to do since I dove into the Bering Sea to rescue you.

” He pushes open his bedroom door, careful to watch my head, and tosses me onto his bed.

The cushy mattress breaks my fall, adding to the playfulness of it all.

There are so many different sides to Joel, and I want to know them all.

I sit up on my elbows, watching him take off his clothes. He makes a strip tease out of the whole thing, swaying his hips back and forth and never breaking eye contact with me as he pulls his belt free.

Dampness has taken up residence between my legs ever since he sent me that picture of himself in the hot tub, and it’s apparently here to stay.

Until I leave .

The whispered voice tries to ruin the mood, but I refuse to let it. I’ve been waiting too long for this.

When I feel the frown taking form, I push it away.

That’s Future Kylie’s problem. Tomorrow I can figure out what comes next with this newly found freedom.

I know I can’t stay. Release form or not, I don’t believe for one second that Todd will leave me alone if I stay so near an illegal treasure site.

He’ll see it as a threat to his precious company.

But tonight, the only thing I want to focus on is how many times Joel can make me come.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks, tugging down his boxers. His massive cock springs free and stands at attention.

My mouth waters. I want so badly to suck on it. To swallow his load when he comes in my mouth. Or maybe I want him to come all over my face. Never in my life have I been turned on by the idea of cum on my cheeks or tangled in my hair. But with Joel… everything turns me on.

Everything is so damn hot.

“I was thinking about where I want you to come,” I say, eyes locked on his shaft as he steps toward the bed.

“Were you now?”

“There’re so many options.”

He kneels onto the bed, and I sit up and reach for him.

“Lay on your side,” he says.

“Why?”

“I need to play with that wet pussy while you suck on me. I want to make you moan on my cock.”

I lie on my side, turned toward his cock, and spread my thighs apart. I circle his length with my hand. I lick him slowly, dragging my tongue up, then down. Up, then down. I use the tip of my tongue to tease the base of his swollen head, relishing in his quiet groans of approval.

His fingers drag lazily through my folds, strumming my clit as though he were playing a slow ballad on a guitar.

I take him into my mouth, just the tip at first, and gently suck.

“Fuck, Kylie.”

He slips a finger into my channel, and I moan. The vibration causes him to make the most primal, sexy sound I’ve ever heard a man make. The power I hold is fascinating. I relax my throat and take him in further, moaning again as he slips a second finger into me.

“God, I love how good this feels.”

“Maybe you should come in my mouth,” I suggest, just before taking him in deeper. Which is a fucking challenge because of how massive he is. But I’ve never shied away from a challenge. The reward will be greater than any treasure I’ve ever discovered.

“Oh I will, sweetheart,” he says, inserting a third finger, stretching me in the most delicious way. “But not before I come inside this pretty pussy first.”

I suck harder, faster. He matches my rhythm with those three fingers, curling them in just the right spot. When his palm flattens against my clit, the friction is too much. I come apart suddenly and without warning. I squeeze his cock with my hand as I cry out his name.

“You’re so fucking sexy when you come, Kylie.”

I’m a bit dazed, and a little winded, but I eagerly drop onto my back when Joel nudges me that way. I spread my legs in invitation, eager to finally feel him inside me.

“I’ve never let a man?—”

“This is your first time?” he asks, eyebrows drawn in confusion.

“No, of course not.”

“Oh.”

“You sound disappointed,” I playfully accuse. “Is your caveman fantasy ruined if you can’t take my virginity?”

“Not at all sweetheart. After I’m through with you, you’ll be ruined for other men. It’ll be this cock you crave,” he says, holding his shaft in his hand to emphasize his point. “But before I fuck you senseless, what did you want to tell me?”

“I’ve never let a man go bare inside me. Or come inside me.”

Joel’s nostrils flare, and there’s a gleam in his eyes. “I’m going to be the first man to come inside you,” he says, not asking, but telling. He leans down, lowering his mouth to the shell of my ear, and says, “I’m going to be the last too.”

“Joel—”

He plunges into me in one sudden thrust.

My hips arch up a foot off the bed as I cry out. But it doesn’t hurt. Oh no. He stretched me out with those three fingers. He made sure I could take him like this, and fuck does it feel good. Better than good. Better than any man has ever felt inside me. Better than any man ever will again.

I love him.

Fuck.

I love him.

“Hold on tight,” he warns. “Things are about to get rough.”

“Caveman style?” I tease, wrapping my legs and arms around him like a pretzel. The second I’m anchored to him, he pulls out slowly and thrusts back in with such force the entire bed rocks.

“You good, Kylie?”

“Yeah, I’m good.” I drag his mouth to mine and kiss him as hard as he plunges into me. It’s a savage pace. It’s rough, raw, and passionate in a way I’ve never experienced. The headboard slams against the wall, and the bed frame creaks in retaliation. But he doesn’t slow.

Joel reaches a hand between us and fingers my clit like there’s no tomorrow.

I explode.

Like confetti shot out of the world’s largest cannon, aimed for the fucking moon.

I cry out his name.

I cry out a string a curses.

I cry out a confession.

“I love you!”

Joel bottoms out inside me and holds himself there, groaning long and loud.

His cock pulses inside me as he empties his seed into my depths.

Never in my life have I felt closer to anyone.

Did I just tell the man I love him? Yeah, I think I did that.

But it felt right. It feels right. I refuse to take back the words now that they’ve slipped out.

“Fuck, Kylie,” Joel says, pressing his sweat-beaded forehead against mine. “That was…”

“Out of this fucking world?” I say on a laugh.

He rolls off and onto his back, laughing with me. “Yeah, something like that.”

“Are we breaking in that hot tub next?” I ask, sitting up.

“Don’t move,” he orders, sitting up and pressing me back into the pillow by the shoulder.

“What? Why?”

“Because I need to see the way my cum looks smeared inside that pretty pussy.”

I bend my legs, butterflying them open so he can admire his handy work. I never knew I could feel so turned on watching a man delight in the sight of his cum smeared all over me. He runs his fingers through my folds, playing with it.

“So fucking perfect,” he says, pushing some of his cum back inside me with his index finger.

“Maybe we won’t get to break in that hot tub after all,” I tease.

“Why do you say that?”

“You clearly enjoy this too much,” I say nodding at the playground he’s created on my body. “And I like watching you enjoy it.”

Joel snaps his gaze to mine, a sparkle dancing in those ocean blue eyes. “Marry me.”

“What?”

“Marry me. For real.”

“Joel—”

“Did you mean what you said?”

“I—”

“Did you mean it when you said you loved me?”

“Yes.” The answer slips out before I can lie my way out of it. “I know it sounds crazy?—”

“I love you too, Kylie.”

“Wait. You do?”

“I know this whole thing is bat shit crazy. But what if we just did it for real tomorrow? You’re free of your stepfather.

I’ll make sure you’re safe. We all will.

You have people here who have already accepted you as one of their own.

And you have a place to live. You belong in this house—in this bed—with me . ”

“Okay, let’s do it,” I say, hardly believing my own words.

“Okay?”

“Yes! Let’s get married. For real.”

Joel pounces on me, kissing my neck, my collarbone, my shoulders, my breasts, and finally, my lips. I feel his cock harden against my stomach. I automatically wrap my legs around him in invitation. Who needs sleep the night before their wedding day when the sex is this fucking good?