Page 25 of Squatch Out!

CHAPTER NINETEEN

SEAN

I t’s well past dark, and much later than we intended, when Owen drops us off at the lodge.

He drives off with little more than a wave, leaving me stranded and at Olivia’s mercy.

Not that I have any complaints. Especially when she slides her hand into mine and smiles, assuring me that she won’t be kicking me out of her bed tonight.

We walk toward the lodge, hand in hand, as she calls Tony to let him know we’re here.

I can’t help listening as Tony fills her in on the latest drama. I don’t mean to eavesdrop—or maybe, I do—but it’s kind of hard not to when you have preternatural hearing.

Tony and Brian were supposed to camp up on the ridge for one more night, but after Olivia and Darren both split, they packed it all up and came back to the lodge to see if they could get an extra night added to their reservations.

“No way!” Olivia gasps. “There weren’t any double occupancy rooms available at all ?”

“That’s what I said,” I hear Tony laugh through her phone. “Brian’s a great guy and all, but I’m not really into sharing a bed with him. Luckily, they are giving me a roll away so we don’t have to snuggle.”

“You’re going to make Carmen jealous,” she teases him, and I decide that maybe I like Tony a little more knowing he has a girlfriend.

“Doubt it,” he scoffs. “She reads those why choose books. Lord knows what kind of ideas she’d get if she knew I was sleeping with another dude.”

“Uh, please keep me out of your fantasies, bro,” Brian shouts from the background.

Olivia is laughing so hard, she has to stop in the middle of the parking lot to catch her breath. “Let’s not ever discuss that again,” she wheezes then glances down at the time. “Oh, shit. I didn’t realize it was so late. The restaurant is probably closed by now.”

“Oh, yeah, I think it closed an hour ago. We’ll just meet for breakfast, okay?”

“Are you sure?” she asks. “It sounded important. Do you want to meet in the lobby or something?”

“Liv, I’m looking out my window at you, and I can see you holding hands with that park ranger. You’ve been spending a lot of time with him. Are you sure that’s wise after what he did?”

Olivia’s head tilts back and she scans the windows for which one Tony is watching her from. “When you say it like that, it sounds like… like you don’t trust me.”

“It’s not that,” Tony mutters. “I just—I don’t like that guy. After what he did to you, it’s him I don’t trust.”

The tension running through her hand and into mine relaxes, and she looks up at me with a soft smile.

“You know I will always appreciate your honesty. This time… I’ve gotten to know Sean, and…

” She worries her bottom lip between her teeth as she tries to think of how to assure her friend that I’m not the monster he thinks I am.

“And I’m finding out he’s not at all what I thought. ”

I can hear Tony’s heavy sigh just before he grumbles, “If he breaks your heart, I’m gonna break his legs.”

Olivia giggles. “I’ll be sure to warn him.”

“Yeah, see that you do,” he says dryly. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch the flutter of a curtain, just as Tony moves away from the window. “Just… be careful, and we’ll see you at breakfast.”

When she looks back at me, I can practically feel the heat radiating off her cheeks.

“We’ll see you at breakfast then. Good night.” My heart starts to pound when she doesn’t try to make up an excuse and instead comes right out and admits her intentions are to spend the night with me.

Which means Olivia and I have the rest of the night to ourselves.

My fingers tighten around her smaller hand as I set a quick pace back to the lodge. The moment she lets us into her room, I’m hit with all the erotic memories from the night before. The bedding has been changed and the room tidied, but I can’t wait to mess it all up again.

My gaze slides over to where Olivia is kneeling beside her carry-on. When she stands up, she’s got a bundle of clothes in her arms. “I’m going to take a shower, if you don’t mind.”

“No, not at all.” I offer her a smile and then watch her slip into the bathroom. A moment later the shower turns on. My gaze lingers on her luggage, and it hits me that the time I have with her is coming to an end.

How am I going to convince her to stay? If she can’t, or won’t, how am I going to watch her go?

It’s a question that’s been bouncing around in my head more and more.

I remind myself that I haven’t even known her for a week.

But the way I feel, it’s more than just lust. I can’t ignore the way my squatch homed in on her.

Or the more time I spend with her, the faster I’m falling for her.

Which means it’s going to be that much harder to watch her go.

Because she will go. Her whole life is across the country, and I haven’t earned the right to ask her to uproot everything she’s built.

It would be no different if she were to ask me to just pack up my whole life and move to a place I’ve never been.

You could, though. You have people in the mountains there.

I know they exist, but I’ve never met them. I can’t just show up and integrate myself into their territory.

I drag my gaze over to the window that is covered with thick black-out curtains, imagining the landscape on the other side. These mountains are my home. I’ve never lived anywhere else, and until just now, I’ve never considered leaving.

The sound of the water changes, and my thoughts shift to Olivia.

I imagine her stepping under the spray, naked.

Tilting her face back and letting the water cascade down her body, over her breast and down her legs.

With my next breath, I’m across the room, curling my fingers around the doorknob. I twist.

It turns easily. She didn’t lock it.

Considering that invitation enough, I let myself into the brightly lit room that’s heavily fogged with steam.

Closing the door softly behind me, I step deeper into the room where the shower is tucked into the corner.

It’s larger than I expected. Through the fogged glass I can just make out the shape of her as she runs a washcloth up her arms and across her chest.

Taking a step back, I should let her shower in peace, but then she lets out a soft, throaty moan as she drags the soapy cloth across her breasts.

My mouth goes dry and I imagine how the rough cloth must feel against her sensitive nipples.

They are probably beaded to tight tips, and my mouth waters to taste them again.

She slowly drags it down her stomach and her breath hitches when she dips the cloth lower and lower... until holy shit , she sweeps it between her legs.

The way her low moans mingle with the sound of the water has my cock pressing against my zipper, begging me to go in there and help her out.

I can’t see details through the foggy glass, but I can tell she’s leaning back against the tile, with one hand cupping a breast, while the other works the cloth between her legs.

“Mmm,” she hums. Her head falls back, showing the long column of her throat. Then suddenly the cloth drops with a splat to the ground, but her fingers are still working between her legs. “Oh, mmm, that’s so good.” Her breath hitches with a whimper. “ Sean , please.”

The sound of my name as her hips buck against her fingers is all the invitation I need.

I have the presence of mind to toe off my shoes, but that’s all as I reach for the glass door and step inside. Fully dressed.

Her eyes snap open, and a breathy giggle floats through the space as she keeps working her fingers back and forth across her clit.

“You’re not going to undress?” she asks just before I drop to my knees before her. Gently, I curl my fingers around her wrist and pull her hand away so I can suck the sweet pussy juices from her fingers. “Oh, holy shit, that’s hot.”

Twirling my tongue, I make sure to get every delicious drop before I slide my hands up her thighs to grip her hips. “Lift your leg for me, baby.”

She does, and I drape it over my shoulder, opening her up for me. “Good girl,” I rumble, feasting my eyes on her glistening slit. “Now I’m going to clean up this mess you made.”

The leg she’s standing on threatens to give out, but I’ve got her.

Tipping my chin up, I press my mouth against her dripping center.

Licking and nibbling, making sure to taste every inch before turning my attention to her clit.

I tease tight circles with the tip of my tongue until her breaths are coming in shallow pants and her fingers are gripping my hair.

I build her up and then back away. Edging her until her orgasm crashes into her and my name echoes through the bathroom as she drenches my face with her cum.

Leaning back, I lick her sweet taste from my lips.

Her warm brown eyes are heavy-lidded and glazed as I slide her leg from my shoulder and make sure she’s got her balance before I pull my soaking shirt over my head, followed by my jeans.

I kick them into a soggy pile in the corner before I’m crowding her against the wall.

“Can you take me again?” I ask, reaching up to gently brush my thumb across the smooth skin of her cheek.

This close, under the bright lights, I notice a light smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose, and I add them to the long list of things about her that I’m quickly falling in love with.

Her lips flush a dark pink when she nods.

That’s all the consent I need. I grab behind her knees and lift her off her feet so her legs are hitched around my hips.

“Touch me. I want to feel your hand wrapped around me,” I say, then almost lose it when she reaches between us.

Her palm is warm and wet from the shower, and her grip is perfect when she wraps her fingers around my thick length .

“Just like that. Now. Guide me home, baby.”

Olivia rolls her hips as she notches the tip of my cock at her entrance. She’s so wet for me that I slide in with ease.

“Sean, you feel so good,” she whispers as she circles my neck with her arms. My knees threaten to buckle as she makes the sexiest sounds against my ear.

“So do you, baby.” My voice is hoarse as I press her back to the tile, fucking her with long, deep strokes. Her body grips me tight, like we were custom-made for each other. “I swear, every time is like the first time with you.”

Olivia digs her nails into my shoulders and hooks her ankles at the small of my back so she can rock her hips in time with my thrusts. “Same—I feel… it’s never been this good before.”

I capture her lips, slanting my mouth over hers as she meets every stroke and slide of my lips and tongue. I want to drag this out. I want it to last forever. But this woman is too perfect, she destroys my self-control every time I get inside her.

“Sean—” Her breath catches as her pussy tightens around me. It’s a tell, I’m learning, that she’s close. “Come with me,” she begs.

“Always,” I whisper against her lips.

Widening my stance, I thrust harder, working myself as deep as I can get.

Her head falls back against the tile with a choked sob, and then it happens.

My balls draw up tight as her pussy clamps down around me, and we come together.

It’s something I’ve never experienced before, and I know I’m going to be addicted to it from now on.

Which means I gotta figure out a way to make her stay.