Page 22 of Smokin’ Situation (Masked Men of Sage Springs #3)

The only part that worried me now was the emotional attachment I could feel forming.

While his job wasn’t nearly as dangerous now as it had been before he came home, would he ever decide being back in Sage Springs was too tame for him and leave to go back to that life?

What if he decided he really didn’t want to stay here long term?

My entire life was here.

Reese was here.

She loved her job at the hospital, and I doubted she’d want to leave.

And while I could technically bar tend anywhere, I felt like I’d helped Hudson build something special at the bar that’d been in his family for generations.

It wouldn’t be the same anywhere else. But things wouldn’t be the same here either.

I was probably homeless. The next few months would be about starting over and figuring out where Reese and I went from here.

Would a new relationship survive all the changes that were coming my way?

“No frowning.” Tripp’s deep voice broke the distracted trance I’d been in, and I focused on where he now waited at the edge of the spring, an open shirt and jeans covering him.

I hadn’t even realized he’d finished getting dressed.

“I know it’s disappointing I put away your new friend, but I promise you can take him back out once we’re at the cabin. ”

Shaking my head, I swam to the edge, took his extended hand and let him pull me out. He wrapped a towel around my shoulders, his hands pressing the soft cotton into my skin as he leaned in and kissed my neck.

“But seriously, Rhey. Out of your head. Stay present with me tonight. We can figure all that other bullshit out later.”

Turning in Tripp’s arms, I laid my head on his chest, wrapping my arms around him beneath the damp shirt now concealing his firm muscles. His heartbeat was an anchor, the steady cadence keeping me focused on the here and now. “I’m sorry. ”

“No apologizing either,” he whispered into my hair.

“You laid your cards on the table, and now I’m laying mine down.

I want you, and I don’t give a shit about anything else right now but exploring this connection I feel with you.

If there’s anything I’ve learned in the last few months, it’s that tomorrow isn’t a guarantee and you should embrace where life takes you. ”

Swallowing past my anxiety, I let him finish drying me, my pulse racing with how he looked at me. Especially when he gazed adoringly at me from his knees while he dried my legs.

“I couldn’t find any clean panties for you,” he whispered, tracing his fingers through my slit as he stood back up. “But I don’t think that’s going to be a problem because I don’t want you wearing them, anyway.”

“Such a dirty boy,” I whispered, feeling the heat coursing through my veins as his fingertips explored, pressing into me while his thumb softly rotated my clit.

“Hungry boy.” His voice was a deep growl as he leaned down to nibble at my neck, his teeth scraping the sensitive skin and making me gasp. “I want this pussy on my face once we get back.”

“Then I guess you better dress me so we can get back there.”

His eyes gleamed in the diffused light from the flashlights. A hungry expression never left his face as he pulled a soft cotton sundress over my head, his fingers lingering on my waist, moving up to cup my breasts through the material as he stared down at me.

Feeling the same hunger, I turned, holding his extended hand while I stepped into my boots.

We gathered the things we’d brought with us, laughing while we hurried through the woods, following the beams of the flashlights until we were back on the front porch of the little cabin we’d claimed as our own.

Soiled clothing and tiny bars of soap were discarded seconds after the door closed behind us, followed by a trail of our damp clothing down the hallway leading to the bedroom.

Backing away as he stalked toward me, I pulled my borrowed sundress over my head, tossing it at him after I sat down on the edge of the bed .

He paused in the doorway, stroking his hard cock while he stared at me, the ravenous look in his eyes making me almost feral with need as the moonbeams coming in from the window lingered on his face.

“Spread your legs,” he commanded, nodding toward them. “Show me that fucking pussy.”

“Get on your knees,” I countered, propping one foot up on the edge of the bed and lazily tracing my fingers through the wetness he’d caused.

He didn’t even hesitate, dropping to his knees on the rug before me, licking his lips as he watched me with rapt attention.

A heady sense of power coursed through me as I watched him slowly make his way toward me. His submission was intoxicating.

“Tell me what to do.” He met my gaze as his hands balled into fists at his sides, waiting for me to do what he asked.

“Kiss me.” I met him halfway, ghosting my lips over his and tugging on his lower lip with my teeth, enjoying the groan he let out when I bit down.

Harsh breaths filled the air between us, the tension heating up with every teasing kiss, each one becoming more desperate than the last. It’d been so long since I’d let myself feel something like this.

Although it’d never been exactly like this before.

I’d never felt so pent up with need, and I liked he was letting me lead.

It would have been so easy for him to grasp me by the waist, throw me up the bed and just sink into me.

And any other night, I might have enjoyed it, but right now, I wanted to call the shots.

“I want your tongue,” I gasped into his mouth, pulling him back with a handful of hair and urging him lower before I leaned back, fisting my hands in the comforter behind me. His mustache tickled the insides of my thighs as he teasingly traced his lips across my overheated skin.

“That doesn’t feel like your tongue.” My teasing tone shifted into something a little more wanton as glanced up at me from between the v of my legs, tracing the tip of his tongue along the crease where my thigh met my hip .

“You want this?” he murmured, flattening it and dragging it up my thigh and back down, lingering with his nose, nudging my clit before he dove in, taking a single lick up the center of my pussy. “You want me to taste how much I turn you on?”

“Fuck, yes,” I gasped as he gripped the backs of both my thighs, yanking me into his face and growling while he thrust his tongue inside me. “Lick that pussy, I need you to make me come.”

His feral groan of satisfaction was all the encouragement I needed to hear, suddenly craving the power I felt at his eager obedience.

I’d never been vocal like this before, but there was something freeing about telling him exactly what I wanted and knowing he’d do it.

He made me feel in control of him—of my pleasure—in a whole new way.

“Fingers,” I panted, gripping his hair and gyrating my hips into the movements of his mouth. “Fuck me with your fingers while you lick my clit.”

He whispered filthy encouragements into my skin while he did exactly as I asked, thrusting two thick fingers inside and curling them until I saw stars behind my eyelids.

My orgasm gained speed quickly, barreling down on me with the raw power of a freight train.

His tongue drew maddening circles on my clit as he pushed me closer and closer to release, his desperate moans and growls mixing with mine along with the filthy sound of his fingers inside my wet pussy.

“Oh God, I’m gonna come,” I moaned, arching my back and pulsing my hips into his ministrations, chasing the high I knew he’d provide.

“Fuck yes, sweetheart, all over my tongue,” he groaned, staring up at me through hooded eyes while his fingers hooked and pressed a place inside of me that might as well have been a detonation button. “Cover my face.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chanted as I came, gasping for breath, my body shaking while the movements of his fingers slowed, his tongue lingering with languid strokes as he cleaned up the mess I’d made .

Falling back against the comforter, I closed my eyes, my pulse hammering and my thighs shaking while he rained a line of kisses up my belly and lingered on my nipples, biting and sucking while I squirmed beneath him, completely overwhelmed by the way he owned my body.

His lips lingered on the dip of my collarbone, his tongue tracing the crease before he moved to my neck, licking a path up to whisper in my ear. “How do you want me?”

My eyelids felt heavy as they opened, meeting his desperate gaze. “Inside me.”

He grinned at my whisper, leaning forward to kiss me sweetly, his tongue stroking into my mouth languidly while he settled between my legs.

“I still don’t have anything with me,” he replied, lightly thrusting his hips against mine so I could feel how hard he was.

He may not have had anything, but I did. “Do you know where my purse is?”

“I think it’s by the front door.” A look of confusion flickered across his face, followed by a knowing smile. “Permission to raid your purse?”