Page 48 of Up in Smoke (The Bunkhouse #3)

TRIPP

She’s going to kill me if I don’t turn her over soon.

My knee keeps enough pressure on her lower back to contain her wiggling body, but I know she’s running out of patience. And I’m enjoying it a little too much.

There was no sense in easing her into my tastes in the bedroom. It’s a simple courtesy that I jumped right in with a foreign object in her cunt and then pinned her face down on the mattress. This way, she won’t be shocked when I stuff her mouth with her panties next time.

I turn my head to spit half of the condom wrapper out of the corner of my mouth. My teeth pull away the other half and send it to the ground.

Now, with her trapped wrists in my left hand, I roll the condom on with my right. I had my fun pushing her buttons, but I wish I hadn’t waited this long. One upward stroke and I’m swollen and throbbing within an inch of my goddamn life.

In one swift movement I release her hands, firmly grip her hips, and flip her to her back.

She’s red-faced and seconds from blowing a fuse as I spread her legs and settle between her thighs.

The fire in her eyes makes my cock swell even more, and I can’t hold back from dropping my hands to cage either side of her head and tease my tip at her entrance.

My head lowers to kiss around her ear. “If you’re fuming, multiply that feeling by ten thousand. That’s how jealous I was when I saw you at your table and on the dance floor with him.”

The reminder softens the tightness in her face enough for me to skim my lips over her jaw and press my mouth to hers. I breathe in deep through my nose, slightly tilt my hips forward, and make the kiss last for as long as I can.

Her legs wrap around my back, and she threads her fingers through my hair. I press my forehead to hers once her mouth pulls away.

My hand slides down over her shoulder and delicate chest to fill my palm with her breast. I lean away to drop my head. A rough thumb over her nipple, followed by my mouth, has her filling my ears with sweet moans.

I could slip inside her at any second. She’s radiating with heat, and one quick grind or squeeze of her legs around me would end the torture.

“I know,” she says, moving her hands to the side of my face and lifting until we’re kissing again.

I bite her bottom lip, she locks her ankles behind my back, and we only break our mouths’ contact when she pulls away to speak again.

“I’d never do that on purpose. Talk to or touch anyone else. Make you jealous.”

“Because you’re mine?”

She nods.

God, she’s sweet. I love the way she so perfectly toes the line between sassy and soft-hearted.

My hips stop just short of burying myself inside her, and I push up to run my cock through her slit instead.

“So wet,” I mumble, dropping my forehead to her shoulder. “You’re going to suffocate my cock and drown it at the same time, aren’t you, Mace?”

“Let me,” she moans. “ Please . I want it so bad.”

Her nails claw frantically at my shoulder blades.

It goes against every self-made policy of mine to not make her come first. The greedy side of me wants to try to get her there just by fucking her, though.

If she’s as worked up as she seems, I can time it perfectly and fall right off the ledge with her—something I’ve never done before.

That’s a running theme for me when it comes to this woman. Everything is new. It’s all a collection of things I find myself doing for the first time. It’s equally amazing and scary.

I ease inside her a third of the way, and she cries out and arches her back in response.

I lift my upper body and grab under her knee to place one of her legs on my shoulder.

Her opposite thigh is pinned to the bed with my other hand.

I turn my head to the one on my shoulder to kiss the inside of her knee.

Her hips lift, doing what she can to get me farther inside. I smirk and continue kissing her leg for a second before shifting my knees forward and looking down to where I’m about to push in.

My heart thumps loudly in my chest as I ease halfway inside her and stop.

“You’re tight as hell, baby,” I say through gritted teeth. “Don’t hold your breath like that.”

The second she deeply inhales, I draw my hips back and then snap them forward.

She clenches around me instantly. One thrust. Just one, and I’m tempted to collapse. Her hips swivel back and forth, and I close my eyes with a groan. No fucking way am I lasting like this. It’s maddening, and I fight for breath until she rakes her nails down my stomach.

“More,” she begs. “ Now , Tripp.”

Instead of gradually building up to a more punishing pace, her demands send me right into a frenzy.

The bed frame bangs against the wall with two more deep thrusts.

Mesa’s mouth hangs open, but the corner tips up in a satisfied hint of a smile.

Her loud moans turn muffled as everything around me dims to a faded blur.

I dig my fingers into the flesh on both of her thighs, trap my lower lip between my teeth, and fully ignore the threat of coming too fast.

I’ve officially lost all sense of control while continuing to slam into her. Hard and unrelenting, five more times, before I gain enough awareness to not plow her through the mattress and into the damn floor.

My chest heaves as I slow my pace, then completely stop. A record-breaking quickie was never the plan. All-night lovemaking? That’s what I should be giving her right now.

I should lie down and pull her on top of me before I turn into an animal. Slow it down. Maybe kiss for a minute or whisper softly against her mouth how pretty and sweet she is. How much I lo?—

A hand curls around the back of my neck. Mesa leans up to steal back my attention and then lies back down, taking me with her. I can’t help it—I push in and out of her a few more times.

“ Yes ,” she moans.

I kiss and suck on the side of her neck, but stay seated inside her with no further movement. She tries to pull my hips forward, but I remain unmoving and groan into her hair.

“Don’t stop,” she whispers between heavy breaths. She runs her hands over my lower back and then lower to my ass. “It feels so much better than it did when I had fantasies of you inside me like this. You fill me so . . . damn . . . good, I want you to come in?—”

I rise up and cover her mouth with my hand. Her eyes go wide as I trap her lips beneath my palm.

“I’m gonna fucking bust ,” I grit out. “You can’t look like that, feel so perfect, and start talking dirty to me, woman.”

Her blue eyes bore into mine. She ignores my warning and lifts her hips again.

Removing my hand, I lean down and smash my mouth against hers.

She’s driving me out of my mind, and I can’t make this last as long as I want it to.

After one more languid movement inside her, I pull out and lean away to find my bearings.

Her impatience is evident and cute as hell.

“I’ll let you fuck me real nice and slow for as long as you want,” Mesa says in her sweetest, most convincing tone. She grins as I’m unable to resist slowly sinking into her fully again. After getting the reaction she wanted out of me, she adds with emphasis, “Next time.”

Her hand slides down to her clit. I close my eyes and groan. Her uncompromising want is such a fucking turn-on. With a clenched jaw, I grab her hips and scoot them toward me. I lift them long enough to slip a pillow underneath her.

“You want to defile me so bad right now, don’t you?” she adds. “I don’t care how long it lasts. Do it.”

“ Christ ,” I mutter. “Don’t tell me what to do like that. It’s sexy as fuck. I’m losing my mind here.”

Her nails dig into my back, and I know I’ll see red scratches when I look in the mirror tomorrow. With an unrelenting grip, she pulls me into her. Our chests press together. Her moan makes my brain rattle as I pump into her three more times.

“Give me what I want, and I’ll stop talking,” she whispers while trailing kisses over my jaw.

I should have covered that filthy mouth of hers again.

I’m glad I didn’t, though, because despite driving me closer to madness with every word, I’m relishing the fact that she’s as desperate as I am.

Thoughts of getting more chances to fuck her any way I please after tonight finally dissolve my hesitancy.

The dam breaks. It only takes one hard, punishing thrust of my hips for her to close her eyes and break out in a devious smile. My body tenses, and her breaths turn shaky, but I start to pound into her again anyway.

This new position makes it even tighter and shows no mercy for my lasting game, but I no longer care. I lean back an inch, angling my body to the side. My hips come down in quick succession, burying every inch of myself inside her repeatedly without stopping until her stomach starts to clench.

“ There ,” she whispers, eyes slammed shut. “ Right . There . Oh my god .”

I don’t change a single thing about my position or pace.

My molars grind against each other, and I focus on continuing to breathe while the muscles in her body quiver beneath me.

Head spinning, chest burning . . . then she throws her head back and slightly twists her upper body.

She’s stunning, coming apart so passionate and wild.

I doubt she’s paying any attention to me, but I lower my mouth to her cheek and all but growl a string of praises. “Gorgeous,” I say in between thrusts. “I can’t look away from you. You’re so damn perfect when you’re about to come.”

She nearly screams, and I bite down on my lower lip.

“I’m with you,” I add with a groan. “I’m right there with you, Mace.”

Her walls close in around me with a pulse so damn hot and strong, my balls draw up. My thrusts keep on while I dip my chin to capture a nipple in my mouth and suck hard.

Her leg falls from my shoulder, and she yanks me toward her face to kiss me as my hips land flat against hers. She hums, vibrating against my lips while I jerk inside her.

It goes on forever, it seems.

Crashing, then floating.

Just when I think the zaps of electricity have fully died down, an aftershock courses through my veins again.

Eventually, I hide my flushed face in her hair and rest my forearms on either side of her head. When I notice she’s barely moved after more than a minute, I lift my head.

“Babe,” I whisper.

She whispers back without opening her eyes. “Yeah?”

I adjust my body so that my weight isn’t crushing her. I plant little kisses on her cheeks, all over, one after the other, until she smiles.

She turns her head and locks our lips before I pepper her with more pecks on her face. Her legs shake every few seconds, and I pull away from her mouth to cock an eyebrow. Her eyes have already drifted closed again.

I slip an arm beneath her and haul her with me as I roll to my back. Her chest presses against mine, and I hold her tight before lazily tracing my finger over her back. She lays her cheek on my pec and seems relaxed, but her thighs still tremble.

I grab an ass cheek to get her attention. It doesn’t work, so I slap it instead.

She finally lifts her head and folds her hands on my chest to prop up her chin. It reminds me of the time she did that while I recorded a silly video of us to our future kids as a joke. Right here in this same bed.

“You alive?” I ask.

She smiles and nods, but her eyes close again. I slap the other ass cheek.

“What?” she laughs softly.

I put a hand behind my head while my other arm snakes around her waist. My eyes linger on every freckle over the bridge of her nose. The little line in the center of her full bottom lip. The slight curl at the very end of her eyelashes.

Her hair falls in a tousled mess around her cheeks, but I leave it the way it is instead of brushing it away.

“Just sleepy?” I ask.

She nods and smiles again. I’m suddenly ready to close my eyes and drift off, too. For about twenty-four straight hours, if possible. My brain is sending signals to my tired body after a full week of stress and worry.

She’s here now. You can rest.

I roll her to the side and let go, which earns me a whine and a scowl.

After tossing the condom and cleaning myself up, I return to the bed.

The second I’m on my back and under the bedding, Mesa climbs over to sprawl right on top of me.

I like the familiar feeling of her perched on me like this, and I chuckle when she does her usual shoulder shimmy to burrow down and get comfortable.

“You’re stuck with me now,” she whispers, cheek flat over my heart, just before my eyes close.

Does she really not know? The damage was done ages ago. I could trace back and pinpoint the exact moment I knew, if I really wanted to. But it doesn’t matter. Before we even moved past friends, I was painfully aware I’d never cared about anyone as much as I do her.

Not even close.

My eyes feel too wet. I blink rapidly several times and then lift my arm to rub my thumb and forefinger over them.

“Well, shit,” I joke, lowering my arm to wrap tightly around her back again. “Damn pest, you are.”

Her chest vibrates against mine with a small laugh followed by a massive yawn. My entire body stills when she momentarily lifts her head to kiss me, then lies back down with a contented sigh. If I move, my eyes might fly open, and I’ll wake up to find out this was all a dream.

I focus on her gentle curves beneath my palm. Her hair tickling my chest. The warmth in my veins every time she breathes against my skin. It all feels real.

The rest of the world disappears around us, and all I’m left with is the realization that I’m not longing for this anymore. It’s all mine. She’s all mine. My arms lock around her in a more secure hold. It’s real.

“Good night.” Her whisper is so light, I almost don’t hear it.

My throat clears, and I gently sweep my palm up and down her back. “Good night, Mace.”