Page 7 of Joel (Guardians of the North #6)

KYLIE

I wake up with a rock-hard cock between my legs and no recollection of how it got there.

A warm, hard body is spooned up against me, and a heavy hand is flattened against my exposed hip.

Did I go to bed without bothering to put on panties beneath my oversized T-shirt? Yes, yes I did.

I whimper as Joel adjusts slightly behind me, the pressure of his swollen head pressing against my clit. I yearn to reach between my legs and spread my pussy lips so I can feel his hard length slide through my folds.

But the gentle yet heavy breathing behind me suggests that he’s completely unaware we’re currently tangled in this intimate position.

How did his cock get free? Shit. Did I do that in my sleep? I wouldn’t put it past myself. I have been hot for this man since the moment he propped himself on the side of my life raft in the middle of the Bering Sea.

Had I not been so emotionally drained last night and slightly concerned that Joel might think I was using sex to keep him from turning me in, I might have climbed right into his lap and grinded my bare pussy against him damp swim trunks.

His cock twitches against me, and I fist my pillow. I’m desperate to move. Desperate to rock my hips, even just slightly.

But I don’t dare.

It wouldn’t be right.

I vaguely remember Joel slipping away into the bathroom and coming back out with a towel wrapped around his waist. He was prepared to sleep above the covers, but I craved the warmth and comfort of him and insisted he sleep under the blankets with me.

Somewhere in the middle of the night, the towel must have slipped away. And my shirt ridden up above my ass.

He shifts again, and I whimper. My thighs clamp automatically around his cock.

“Mmm,” he says behind me.

“You awake back there?” I whisper shout.

He doesn’t answer—not with words. But he does roll his hips forward.

“Fuck!” I hiss, trying to keep my voice low. Both afraid to startle him awake and afraid to lose him between my legs. Because the second he’s fully alert, he’ll realize what’s happened and pull away.

“Kylie?” he murmurs, his hand sliding from my hip up my side.

“Joel, are you awake?”

“Hmm?” His hand continues sliding upward. Half asleep or not, at least he knows who he’s with.

“I’m not complaining or anything, but your cock is between my legs.”

“Shit, sorry,” he says, his eyes popping open. “I didn’t mean?—”

I clampy my thighs again and catch his hand that was on the way to my bare breast before he can fully pull it away. “I don’t mind,” I admit.

“You don’t?”

I push his hand up to my breast, and I feel his cock pulse between my legs in response.

“I just wanted to make sure you were awake. You know, so you didn’t think I was trying to take advantage of you or anything.”

He laughs, the sound low and seductive. “Kylie Robinson, you have my full permission to take advantage of me in my sleep anytime you want to.”

“I do?”

“Yes, sweetheart.”

Gah, I love the way he calls me sweetheart.

Like it’s some kind of given between us.

Like we’re a given. It doesn’t make any sense.

I can’t stay here. Even if I get free from Todd’s shackles, I need to disappear somewhere he can’t find me.

And in a town with treasure off its coast, I’ll never been safe from him here.

But I don’t focus on the inevitable leaving.

Instead, I concentrate on the cock nestled between my thighs. I lift one leg just enough to fit my hand between them and spread my pussy lips, inviting him into my folds.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You’re so wet.”

“You’re so big .”

He squeezes my boob, pinching the nipple. “You like my big cock, Kylie?”

“Mmm hmm.” I position him right where I want him, between my folds with his swollen head at my clit. I gently rock my hips, relishing in the friction of his tip grinding against my button. “I could come like this,” I say, my words half a moan.

“Do it,” Joel commands, his words a near growl against my ear. “Come on my big cock, Kylie. I want to watch you come apart while you play with me.”

I dig my fingernails into his hip as he sets the pace. I match each gyration as he grips my tit and teases the ever living fuck out of my nipple. I whimper as the pleasure builds so much quicker than I expect. But fuck, I’m so turned on by Joel Pierson that I can’t help.

“Joel,” I pant. “I’m going to?—”

“ Come , sweetheart.”

His direct order comes half a second before my climax. I cry out as my entire body convulses. My orgasm ripples through me over and over again, the pleasure intense and delicious. It makes me positively dizzy.

“Do you want me to come all over this pussy?” he growls, still grinding against my sensitive bud.

“Yes!” I reach my hand between my legs, holding him tight against my wet valley. I cup my hand so he bottoms out against my palm.

“Say it,” he insists, his cock sawing against my sopping wet flesh.

“I want you to come all over my pussy.”

“Good girl.”

His pace is savage, and all I can think is if this feels this good, how great would it feel if he were about to come inside me right now?

“Fuck, Kylie,” he grunts, his cock pulsing against me. Hot ropes of cum shoot from his cock, catching in my palm and smearing the outside of my pussy. It’s messy, erotic, and intimate all in one.

“Roll over,” he orders when he finally stills.

“Why?”

“Because I want to see what your pussy looks like covered in my cum.”

I’m no stranger to sex. I’ve always embraced my sexuality with confidence, and I’m damn proud of that. But something about the primal way Joel is staring at me now has me feeling so desired I hardly know what to do with it.

I bring my cum-filled hand to my stomach and rub his seed there, too.

“Damnit, Kylie. I might just have to fuck you now.”

He rolls on top of me, his knees caging my hips. The cock he just emptied moments ago is fully hard again. And seeing it from this angle, it’s not just big. It’s massive.

“This might be a good time to mention I’m on birth control,” I tell him.

“I’m clean,” he says, his words sincere. “I was tested recently, but I haven’t…”

“Haven’t what?”

“I haven’t been active for a while.”

I reach between his legs, wrapping my cum-smeared hand around his shaft. “This poor cock hasn’t seen the inside of a pussy for a while?”

“Nope.”

“Then maybe we should do something about that.”

He lowers his mouth to mine, his kiss savage and anything but the gentle one from last night. He bites down on my bottom lip, and I arch my hips up. I guide him to my entrance and spread my legs wider to invite him in. He presses the tip inside me.

A loud alert, like a warning siren, stops us both.

“Fuck,” he says, looking at me in apology.

“An emergency?” I guess as it sounds again.

“Oh, it’s fucking worse than that.” He sits back on his thighs, letting out a frustrated sigh. “It’s the J-Squad group text.”