Chapter 11

The chatter of the dining hall fades around me while I text Scottie between bites of food and bullshitting with the guys. We’ve been flirting all day over text. It’s driving me insane. Today was brutal out there with all the mud and muck thwarting our progress. I’m fucking spent, but that doesn’t mean I’m not counting down the minutes for everyone to retreat to their rooms so I can sneak into hers.

Even during dinner, we were cutting our eyes at each other like it’s some fucking game.

She’s so damn hypnotizing.

I want to see those lips wrapped around my dick. I want to feel the way her pussy clenches when I call her a good girl. I want to see her tits jiggle while I fuck her.

I want it all.

Half the guys have been checking her out, and I even had to yell at a couple on the line today when she became a topic of conversation. For whatever reason, I’m not willing to share this one. Scottie has planted a possessive streak in me. She’s all mine. Normally, I try to avoid flirting or engaging in sex with anyone on assignment, and even if I do, it’s one and done .

Keeping a firm boundary ensures everyone is set on expectations and nobody ends up disappointed or catching feelings. After a night with this woman, I’m willing to make an exception. It’s not like she’ll be on every assignment. It’s temporary. We’re just taking advantage of the situation, but, if we do this, we need to lay some ground rules so she understands this is purely physical. The sex is phenomenal, but it can become nothing more. I’m not ready to welcome commitment into my life yet, and it wouldn’t be fair to lead her to believe otherwise.

This caramel corn tastes almost as sweet as you do.

Scottie

OMG

I’ve been taunting her through text messages most of the day. To be fair, she started it when she sent me a grainy picture of the back of the ambo.

What?

Scottie

You know what.

Aw, come on. I said much filthier things to you last night…

I glance across the dining hall, and her cheeks burn pink as she snaps that weird ass flip phone shut. She’s fun to rile.

You’re blushing.

She tries to ignore my text, but eventually, she opens her phone again.

Scottie

It’s an allergic reaction.

Lol

Can I come see you later?

Scottie

Are you going to stop teasing me?

Please… She’s the one doing all the teasing today.

I dunno, are you going to be a good girl?

Scottie

You’re the worst.

Never claimed to be otherwise.

Our eyes meet from across the room, and she pins me with a chastising expression. I offer a wink and a smile in return.

With all the mud, everyone has been walking around in socks, which lends itself to quiet footsteps when one is involved in clandestine activities. My knuckles rap on her door softly, and the turning knob has my mouth tipping up in a smile. Though, I’m unprepared for the sight of her in nothing but an oversized shirt when she opens the door. The stretched neck gives me a view of her bare shoulder, and the fabric nearly reaches her knees. My chest tightens. I don’t like her wearing another man’s shirt.

She steps aside, giving me room to enter. I run my hands down my hopefully not-too-wrinkled Henley. Hard to keep shirts pressed when you’re living out of a backpack. Something tells me Scottie doesn’t mind.

The room is similar to mine, except she only has two bunk beds, and the third is a single twin with a small blanket. Her things are laid out on one of the lower bunks. Everything is neat and orderly. Her zipped backpack sits upright beside clothes organized in piles. On the other end of the bed, the snacks she won at poker are arranged into groups. The groups don’t make much sense, as they aren’t sorted by brand or even category. It’s as if she took one of each type of food and put it together, almost like she’s rationing them. Whatever, to each their own.

The space smells like her, with subtle notes of jasmine and vanilla. Inhaling, a content peacefulness eases over me. It’s unfamiliar, yet settling. As soon as I hear the door close behind me and the lock engage, I’m on her.

My palms find her waist, gathering the loose cotton at her sides. She raises her chin, and those lust-filled eyes turn a stormy blue. She blushes and sucks in a breath. A grin plays on my lips as I dip my head to kiss her. I like taking her breath away. She parts her lips, and I lick into her mouth while walking her backward toward the bed. Fuck, I’ve been waiting all day for this.

Before we get too carried away, I pull back. I’ve got nothing against a good fuck-and-run, but seeing as we’ll be sharing a dorm for the foreseeable week, I should at least try to have a conversation first. Sure, we’ve been texting, but I enjoy chatting with Scottie. I haven’t even said hello yet.

“Hi,” I whisper, keeping my voice down.

“Hi.” Her soft laugh is adorable.

She works the nape of her neck, and flinches slightly.

“Sore?”

She waves me off and nods to the bunk with all her food. “Are you hungry? I have a deck of cards if you want to try and win some of your snacks back?” I smirk and shake my head, then set her pillow aside and plop down at the head of her bed, resting my back against the wall, with my legs straight out in front of me.

Her hand finds the back of her neck again.

“Come here.” I hold out my palm, and she accepts it, allowing me to thread my fingers with hers and guide her on the bed with me. “Lay on your stomach, I’ll take over.”

We get settled with her head in my lap, lying between my legs and resting her cheek on my left thigh, her hair fans out over my right one. She has one arm wrapped around my quad, and the other is bent near my back. The tips of her fingers brush my hip.

“Good?”

“Good,” she confirms with a small smile.

Her eyes flutter closed when I cup the back of her neck, and prod until I feel the knotted muscle. “Ooh, you got a good one.”

She grunts when I dig into it with my thumbs. “Too hard?”

“Nuh-uh,” she purrs. “How was your day today?”

I’m not used to being asked that question. Usually, my day is the same as all the guys around me, rendering it unnecessary to ask. “Um, it was fine, I guess?” She gives me room to continue, so I do. “It’s never fun working in mud, especially where the timber is dense and the sun can't permeate the ground through the thick trees.”

I talk her through the events of the day with ease. It’s weirdly domestic, like something a couple would do. She doesn’t make it feel like small talk. She asks questions, and despite her becoming more and more relaxed as I dissolve the knot in her neck, she shows interest. I know she’s paying attention when she has to ask for me to explain some of the verbiage.

“What about your day?”

She shrugs. “Kinda boring.”

I huff an amused breath. I never envied EMS when they were spiked out. It’s a lot of sitting around. My hand slides down the back of her shirt, drawing lines and circles as she talks. I rub her shoulders, arms, back—everywhere I can reach. With each graze, her body seems to turn to jelly. I wonder if this woman is as touch starved as I am.

Scottie moves the hand behind my back to the front of my shirt, and she slips it under my Henley. I have to fight to suck in a breath. Her feather-soft touch strokes over my stomach, causing me to shudder. She continues speaking, unaware of the effect she’s having on me. Her fingers mimic mine, brushing over my abdominals in a similar pattern. Goddamn. It makes me hard and relaxed at the same time. I needed this more than I thought. I bury my free hand into her hair, and she groans in the middle of her story about the training exercises Matt had her working on.

I chuckle. “You like that?”

She smiles. “Mm-hm.”

“I’ll have to remember that.” I wince as soon as the words leave my mouth. I shouldn’t say shit like that; it gives the wrong impression of what this is. “I didn’t mean to interrupt, you can keep going,” I say, prompting her to finish her story.

She doesn’t speak for a few seconds, then snickers. “What were we talking about again?”

“Training exercises…” I say, jogging her memory.

I thread my fingers through her hair near the roots, then fist them and tug gently.

She makes a small noise, something between a grunt and a moan.

“It’s not important anymore. Ugh, that feels good.”

I repeat the action, alternating between toying with the ends of her strands and adding tension at her scalp. Her nails dig into my muscles hard enough to flip that switch from sweet and affectionate to needing to bury my dick so deep I have to muffle her screams.

“I liked all those texts from you today,” I tease, skating my fingers up her spine .

Her face pinkens, and she pulls her hand from my thigh to cover her exposed right cheek. “I’m embarrassed.”

I scoff. “Why?”

“I’ve never done anything like that before. I’ve had sex, but not… like that.”

It was also my first time fucking in the back of an ambo, but Scottie seemed to have an extra layer of inexperience I especially enjoyed corrupting. Seeing her face light up with pleasure like it was the first time was spectacular.

“Nah… I liked the ambulance photo you sent.” The memory of her strapped down to that gurney sure helped the hours pass on the line today.

She moves to my thigh again, this time on top of my quad. “I was just messing around.”

“I wasn’t.”

Her fingers grip a little harder onto my thigh, and when she loosens, her hand crawls up until she’s palming my cock through my jeans, and I expel a breath through gritted teeth. The buildup of talking and barely-there touches has escalated into pure need.

After a beat, she confesses, “Me either.” Her voice is breathy and full of sex. “But this feels so good it’s hard to move.”

I slip my hand from the back of her shirt and unbutton my jeans. She plants her palms on the bed, pushing off the cot to sit up.

“Nuh-uh. Don’t get up.”

After unzipping, I shove down the jeans and boxers, releasing my half-hard length.

“Keep your head in my lap. I’m going to play with your hair, and you’re going to warm my cock between those plump lips until I say so. Understand?”

She nods with the most striking bedroom eyes, then shifts so she’s straddling my right leg. I hiss when her tongue traces the underside of my length.

“Just like that,” I sigh. Perfect .

Fucking hell. This is nice. I delve a hand back into her locks, combing through the strands with my fingers. I lift her chin up slightly so I can stare into those tempestuous eyes. My thumb skims over her soft hollowed cheek as she sucks on the crown.

“Beautiful.”

My hand lets go and skims over her shoulder. I gather the back of her shirt, lifting it higher, and expose her bare ass. Damn, if I’d pulled up her shirt to rub her back, we’d probably be a lot further along right now. As tempting as that is, I like this progression better. Building anticipation is the best part.

“Goddamn. Look at you, naked underneath that shirt…” I keep my voice low. “It’s almost as if you wanted me to fuck you tonight, Scottie.”

My fingers sink into her hair, and she shivers. Shit.

“I think that’s exactly what you want… So fucking needy.”

She exhales through her nose, making a small sound. I’m fully hard as she lazily bobs over me.

“Do you have any idea how bad some of the guys here want you?”

She sucks harder. Interesting .

“I had to yell at four different guys today. Either because they were talking about how attractive you are or leering at you in ways only I get to.”

She moans around me.

“I’m sure half of them were jerking their dicks to you in the showers.”

She withdraws for a split second, shaking her head. “Too far.”

My shoulders shake with laughter as I try to keep it down. “Yeah, you’re right. I don’t like thinking about that either.”

A smile curls onto her lips as she takes my cock again, and my laugh dissipates while I marvel at her. Sweeping her hair behind her shoulders, I play with the strands, appreciating every inch of her .

“Good girl,” I praise. “You suck so well, sweetheart. Don’t stop.”

Her legs press together, so I reach for my back pocket—that’s now situated halfway down my thigh—and locate the condom, then set it aside.

“You talk a big game, Prescott… All those flirty texts. It drove me crazy. All I could think about was the look on your face when you came.” She inhales through her nose. “The way you glow after you’ve been properly fucked.”

She’s all freckles and flushed cheeks.

“I bet you want to come right now... Remember when you came on my tongue? You tasted so sweet.”

Scottie settles in, taking me deeper, and I groan.

“Fuck, that’s it.” With one hand in her strawberry hair, I rest the other on the back of her head. Saliva pools at the base of my cock. She’s getting sloppier and I love it. “Just like that. You are such a lovely mess.”

I tuck some loose strands behind her ear and continue playing with her hair, feeling triumph every time I make her quiver.

The gentle affection mixed with her lips wrapped around me is exquisite. This blowjob isn’t as rough or as passionate as I usually prefer, but it’s exactly what I need right now. It’s intimate.

Intimate. My chest tightens. Yeah, this feels like more. With the way she’s caressing me, this will turn emotional if I don’t put a stop to it soon.

This is a hookup.

“Spread your legs for me.”

As soon as she parts them, she’s grinding against me. I can hear how fucking wet she is, and the pressure in my chest loosens. There's comfort in the familiar.

I transfer my focus to Scottie, and the way she’s licking and sucking, it’s almost like she’s frustrated. It’s amusing to watch her body seek friction where she needs it.

“Why did you send me that photo of the ambulance?”

Her hips roll, and I gather her tresses in my fist. She whimpers. I clench my jaw through the vibrations. Jesus Christ, this girl could slurp me off the bone.

“Come on, sweetheart, answer me.”

I tug her hair, pulling her off me. Her bruised lips slide off with a wet pop, and she looks up and curses my name.

Her words come out in a breathy rush. “Because I wanted to remind you how good it felt so you’d come into my bedroom tonight and fuck me again.”

Oh, hell yes. I swipe the drool from below her rose-colored lips.

“Take that fucking shirt off,” I growl.

While she sits up, I stand and strip my clothes. Scottie bites her teeth into her lower lip as she watches me. It’s not the first time I’ve been checked out by a woman, but something about the way she does it gives me an extra hit of validation. She grabs the hem of her shirt and wriggles out of it. Her body is punishing.

I drop to my knees and wrap my arms around her thighs, yanking her ass to the edge of the bed. She props herself up on her elbows, grinning like the Cheshire cat. Then spreads wider, and braces her heels on the sideboard of the bed frame.

“Still with me?” I ask.

Her head cocks to the side. “What do you think?”

I shake my head. “No guessing. I need a yes.”

“Yes,” she says as articulately as she can.

Then I finally let myself look at her pussy. Jesus, she’s fucking glistening. I swipe my thumb over her wet clit.

“What made you so wet, Scottie?”

“You.”

“You got this wet just from warming my cock in your mouth, didn’t you? ”

Her eyes grow big. She likes it when I talk dirty. “Mm-hm,” she replies. It almost sounds like begging.

I hold her gaze while I stuff two fingers inside, then curl them up and tap that spot to bring her to the blinding edge of oblivion. She fists the blanket, and her head falls back.

Tilting my chin up, I chuckle when her thighs tremble and breathing falters. She’s right on the brink, and it’s so fucking hot.

“Can I make you come on my fingers before I finish this sentence?”

On cue, Scottie collapses, arching her back as she reaches climax. She writhes, hips rolling and toes curling. I tsk and slow my strokes, stretching out her orgasm and relishing each muscle tense and flex. “That’s my good girl, I knew you could do it.”

Her chest rises and falls as she catches her breath. She drops her chin, locking her stare on mine. It’s a bad idea; the depths of her midnight blue eyes spear through me. It pulls at an invisible thread between us. Too much, too fast. I swallow and force myself to put that boundary back up, then avert my eyes and shut down all the communication.

Hookup.

I cup behind her knees and part her legs while wrapping my lips around the tight bundle of nerves and sucking. She slaps a palm down on my shoulder, the hypersensitivity making her body shake as she tries to scramble away. No fucking way. I flatten my tongue and slowly drag it from her cunt to her clit and once more add suction until she’s unable to keep her voice down.

When it becomes obvious she’s not going to stay quiet, I shove her legs to the side and nod to the bed, keeping my gaze low while I rip open the condom and roll it on.

“Still with me?” I ask.

“Yes. Always,” she consents. I flip her on her stomach, facing the head of the bed. I’m relieved when she climbs to all fours and spreads her thighs for me .

“Bite the pillow.” I kind of feel like a dick with the lack of words, but if I don’t, I’ll lose control.

As soon as she muffles her mouth, I drive inside her, and she groans, squirming for more and grinding against me. One hand massages her left cheek while my other palm inches up her spine. As gently as I can, I push her shoulders into the mattress, and she arches her back.

Scottie looks amazing bent over, she’s got a fantastic ass. This girl is unbelievable.

My hands find the dip in her waist, and I use it to fuck her on me. She’s so tight I can hardly see straight. At some point, I realize she’s doing the work. I loosen my hold on her hips and watch her greediness take over.

“That’s it, rock back on me. Show me how bad you want this, Scottie. Show me how hungry you are to get fucked by a thick cock.”

Who the hell is this woman? While her pussy clamps down, I’m stunned at the ease at which she has turned my day around. Her gorgeous smiling face flashes in my mind. Those irresistible blue eyes and sexy expressions she makes when she comes. I want to see it, but I can’t risk the other guys hearing her. I don’t want to share the sounds she makes with anyone. They are mine and mine alone.

“I don’t know how much more I can take,” she whines.

I plant a palm next to her shoulder and lean forward so my lips are ghosting the shell of her ear. “You’re going to take every inch fucking yourself on my cock until you come. Got it?”

She nods.

“Good girl. Every inch, Scottie. Harder.”

My hand snakes around, finding her clit and rubbing small circles as I close my eyes and memorize her trembles.

I kiss her below her ear as her orgasm builds. I keep waiting for it to hit, but the wave continues to grow as she shakes, and I can’t imagine the ache. She’s probably in agony. Her jaw tics, and she squeezes her eyes shut. Seeing her struggle melts something inside me, so I soften my voice. “Just let go. I’ve got you.”

“Callahan,” she grits out between clenched teeth. I love my name on her lips. I get the acute sense this woman will ruin me. The way she grips me—she’s so close. I love how tight she becomes as she nears her limit. She jerks, trying to keep up the movements but falters when her body is racked with pleasure as she finally crosses the finish line. It’s nothing short of magnificent.

I grab her sides and take over, thrusting at the same speed. She sobs, turning her head to the side with a slack jaw and holding her breath while she clamps down. Her hands slap over mine as I pound into her, and her shaking fingers dig into my flesh.

The thrilling tension erupts, and I snap. Taking her harder than ever, as if it’s a punishment for making me feel more than just physical attraction. She sucks in a breath, and I clap a hand over her mouth, muffling her cries as she moans. I growl through my teeth while spilling into the condom.

My hips slow as I release every drop, then I collapse onto the small bed next to her, both our chests heaving.

“Holy fuck,” I mutter, tying off the condom and tossing it across the room, into a trashcan.

“Yeah.” She bobs adamantly, catching her breath. “Yeah.”

With a smile on my face, I turn my head to the side. There’s that glow. Damn, this woman is breathtaking. I wrap my arms around her and pull her into me, facing her away to salvage what control I have left around her.

“You’re really fun.” My breath brushes her shoulder, and she nuzzles her ass into me.

“You’re fun too,” she says.

As much as I want to make this a regular thing, I know it’s better I establish boundaries.

“Before this goes any further, I need you to understand that fun is all I’m interested in right now.” She stiffens in my embrace, but I continue. “The fun we have is great, so if you’re up for keeping things casual, I’d be fine with continuing this until you guys get decommissioned. Maybe even after we get back to Sky Ridge? I’ll leave it up to you.”

Scottie swallows and clears her throat. “Can I think about it?”

“Of course.”

Shit, I probably fucked that up, but anytime I sleep with women more than a handful of times, they tend to get clingy or expect more than I’m able to give them. But damn, the sex with Scottie is so insane I don’t really give a fuck. Her body responds to mine so well. It’s like she’s having sex for the first time, every time. Hard not to take that as an ego stroke. I may be an asshole when it comes to relationships, but at least I own it.