Chapter 13

CHAPTER

THIRTEEN

ALIDA

“Are they gone?” I ask Fox, straining my hearing for any whisper of his family. I’ve been buzzing with anticipation ever since Fox declared he wanted to claim me. Never in a thousand years would I have pegged myself as the type of woman who’d enjoy a man staking some sort of claim over me. But with Fox, I know it’s exactly what I want. It doesn’t mean sacrificing any part of who I am.

“They’re gone,” he says, closing the bedroom door. His hungry gaze rakes up and down my body. I changed into the same silk robe I wore last night. I didn’t feel like wasting time with layers of clothing tonight.

“You’re not going to leave after we’re done?”

Fox steps up to me, the heat of him warming me, and cups my cheek with his callused palm. “Alida, I’m not going to leave you ever again.”

Though I’m incredibly touched by his words, the gravity of them causes a hint of panic. This whole thing is supposed to be fake, although it hasn’t felt very fake lately. So, doesn’t that mean the sex is simply a bonus while we’re playing the cute couple? Tomorrow afternoon, we head back to reality. Then what?

“Alida?” Fox’s beard brushes my neck as he kisses a trail down my collarbone.

“Hmm?”

“If you don’t turn that brain off—” He tugs on the tie of my rope. “—I’ll turn it off for you.”

“Good luck,” I tease, knowing full well he’s up to the challenge.

My robe falls to the floor as he tugs his shirt off, revealing those glorious tattoo-covered muscles. I notice a scar on his bicep I haven’t seen before and brush my fingers over the skin. “What’s this?”

“Bullet,” he says, his lips moving over my exposed nipple.

“You were shot?”

“Once or twice,” he says, his words vibrating against my sensitive peak.

“When—”

Breaking contact with my nipple, he cups both my cheeks and pins me with his whiskey brown stare. “Do you want to talk, or do you want me to make you come so many times you lose count?”

“Th—the second one.”

“Good answer.” Without warning, he scoops me up into his arms and carries me to the bed. As I shimmy to rest my head on a pillow, I watch him unzip his jeans and push them down. That damn bulge in his boxers will be the death of me, one way or another. But death by orgasm might be a good way to go.

“Do you want me to use a condom?”

“Can I trust you?”

“I’m clean, sweetheart.” He pushes down his boxers, at last revealing that massive cock. My mouth salivates at the sight. Has that ever happened before? Have I ever wanted to suck on a cock so badly? Or at all? “But as much as I’d love to put a baby in you someday, that time is not right now.”

“I’m on the pill.”

“So?”

“So get that cock inside me before I tackle you.”

“I told you, this first time, we’re doing things my way.”

“Good luck.”

Fox crawls onto the bed and pushes my legs apart. Opening me to him as he kneels between my legs. Rough fingertips trace gentle strokes along my inner thighs as he stares at my pussy, as though admiring it. With his thumbs, he spreads my pussy lips to expose me even more.

“Such a nice pussy,” he says in a low growl.

“I kind of thought of her as naughty.”

Fox lifts one corner of his mouth into a devilish grin. “I better investigate this claim.”

“Y-yes.”

Fox lowers his face between my legs, his hot breath tickling my wet flesh. Reminding me how easily he made me come apart last night.

His tongue drags lazily through my folds, exploring every crevice. There’s nothing rushed about the way he circles my clit as his beard rubs against my sensitive skin. I lift up on my elbows so I can watch, simultaneously rocking slowly against his expert mouth. I’ve never been so fucking turned on in my life.

I gyrate my hips a little quicker, a quiet plea for him to pick up the pace. I need more . The jerk knows it, too, because he laughs. The vibration sending bolts of electricity straight through my core.

I don’t realize I’ve been moaning until his name slips from my lips.

“That’s it,” he says approvingly. “Let go, Alida. Come on my face.”

Fisting the sheets, I rock harder against the mouth that has turned hungry against my pussy. I cry out, so fucking thankful we have the cabin to ourselves right now. Because I don’t know how I could muffle these moans. And frankly, I don’t want to. I don’t want a single reason to hold back.

Not tonight.

I come apart so thoroughly tingling erupts throughout my body.

Fox climbs over me, lining that glorious cock up with my center. I reach between us and take it in my hands. “Let me,” I insist, guiding him to my entrance and lifting my hips to invite him in.

His swollen head sinks into my channel and I gasp at the sensation. He’s so fucking big.

“It’ll fit, sweetheart. Just relax and let me in.”

“Oh what the hell,” I mutter. “There are worse ways to die.”

Fox traces his fingers along my jaw, bring my lips to his. The gentle kiss turns more passionate with each inch deeper he thrusts. I wrap my legs around his back, inviting him all of the way in. I nearly lose it when I feel his balls bounce against me.

We make out, a tangle of arms and legs and lips, as he rocks in and out of me. Each thrust is a little faster, a little harder, than the one before. But it’s not enough. I want more. “Harder,” I demand. “Faster.”

“You’re sure?”

“Don’t make me say it twice.”

“Then hold on. It’s about to get rough.”

He pummels into me, over and over again. I hold on tight, our body smashed together. He wraps his arms around my back, a promise he won’t let go. Our kisses are hard, bruising, passionate. Our tongues wild in their exploration of one another. To my utter shock, I feel another wave of pleasure building.

“How—”

“Just let go, Alida. Let go and we’ll come together.”

His words are the tipping point. The permission to fall off the cliff and soar to new heights. My orgasm ripples throughout my entire body as I cry out in octaves I didn’t even know I could hit. But it’s when he grunts above me that I lose it entirely. We lock eyes as we both come the rest of the way apart together.

Fox empties himself inside me, and I swear, I’ve never felt so complete in my whole life.

It’s the most exhilarating—and terrifying—feeling I’ve ever experienced. I’m not ready to unpack all these emotions. Not tonight. Maybe not ever. So when Fox breaks his lips apart from mine, I comb a hand through his shaggy hair and ask, “Can we do that again?”