Page 261 of On A Manhunt: Complete Series

DANIEL

When it came to Melly Harwood, I was insatiable.

She–and admittedly all the women–had lusty gleams in their eyes as they watched the caber tossing.

I never really considered it an aphrodisiac until after we finished.

The women practically pulled the guys out of the house.

If I didn’t see the need in Melly’s gaze I’d feel a little snubbed, but I was thankful.

All I had to do was kick out my brothers–and ensure they didn’t come back.

Then I had her to myself.

And I had her.

On the stairs.

In the bed the first time.

And the second.

And the third.

Now, with the morning sun, I wanted her again. Of course, she was nestled up in front of me, my hand cupping her lush tit, so how could I not?

She stirred, rubbing her face against the pillow, shifting her body so her ass pushed back and her chest out right into my palm.

“Morning,” I said, giving her tit a gentle grope and her nipple a thumb swipe.

She smiled. “Hi.”

“Sex or coffee first?” I asked. When Danny was little, someone wise told me to offer him two choices, but both ones I liked. I was implementing that now because if it was coffee then sex, or sex then coffee, we both would win.

“Mmm,” she murmured, reaching up to swipe her hair back from her face. She was so put-together all the time, but like this? Her hair was wild, her makeup was gone. She was bare.

This, right in my arms, was the real Melly Harwood. Not the one Ang thought I should be careful around. Not the one Deek kept telling me I needed to leave alone. Not even the one her friends knew.

I had a feeling I was the only person to see her this way. I was the only one she trusted her body and all her secret fantasies with. Sure, she set up boundaries, but what we accomplished within them was insane.

When Mav and Mac asked me the night before about my leaving town, I lied.

Partly.

I was so fucking eager to get the hell out of town. To caber toss and see Scotland and wherever else I wanted. When I wanted. How I wanted. No work or school schedule. No groceries or… life.

But this? The woman in my arms? How had two days with her changed my thoughts on our contract? That being with her until my plane left wasn’t going to be enough. How was I going to stop wanting her because for a virgin, she was my match. What made her hot got me off.

Helping her explore her sexuality was like watching a little kid ride a bike for the first time.

But she only wanted this time, this little window of sex before I left. Was she using my dick?

Absolutely.

I was enjoying every minute of it. She could use my dick for as long as she wanted.

“Can we have both?” she asked, and I had to remember what I asked.

“We can have whatever the fuck you want.” I kissed the top of her head and slipped out of bed. Pulling boxers from my dresser, I slipped them on.

I grinned when she rolled over and faced me, the sheets and blankets wrapped around her.

Fuck me.

“Wait.” I said, holding up my hand and grabbing my phone again. I took a photo of her just like this. Completely covered but sexy as fuck in my bed. The fact that she was naked beneath the bedding was obvious. It was also clear she’d been fucked good and hard all night long.

By me.

“You’re not sharing those, right?” she asked.

“It’s in the contract. No sharing.” No, these would be for me in Scotland, or wherever I roamed.

If I stayed in the room a second longer, there would be no coffee.

So I grabbed the flannel she wore before from the back of my reading chair and tossed it onto the bed.

“Put this on and come downstairs for coffee and dick.”

Ten minutes later, the coffee was brewing, the dark scent of it filling the air and my girl was sitting on the counter.

In just my flannel.

Standing between her parted knees, we kissed and I already got most of the buttons on the shirt undone. “You like cream in your coffee?” I asked as I nibbled along her jaw.

“Mmmhmm,” she replied, angling her head to the side.

“Sugar?” Pushing the soft cotton aside, I kissed along her collarbone and then lower to her nipple.

The perfect morning now included a big tit in my mouth.

“No.”

I pulled back, suddenly worried.

She looked down at me through her glasses, then pulled my head back into her lush softness.

“No, I don’t put sugar in my coffee. Yes, I like your mouth on my nipple.”

I grinned against the hard tip, then gave it a little nip.

She yelped and squirmed.

“Dad!”

Danny’s shout was followed by the front door slamming.

Shit. FUCK. Danny? NOW?

I pushed off the counter, yanked the flannel on Melly closed, then spun around to block her. Earl barked and he and Fred bounded over to Danny, their nails clacking on the wood floor.

“I got back last night and–”

I loved my kid. Loved to see him especially since he’d been gone for over a week. He was whole and safe and I wanted to hear all about the fire. His stories. But not now.

Yeah, he knew what was up.

I was in my boxers, my dick hard, and I had a woman’s legs around my hips.