Chapter 5

Five

JANUARY

W hen I squirm on his big shoulder, he spanks my ass so hard I yelp. “Ouch!”

“Be still. Behave or daddy will give you another one.”

I like it. So, I move again. And he spanks me again. My belly squeezes tight at his touch, which sends tingles right to my pussy lips. Is this it? Is he going to take my virginity like I’ve been dying for him to?

Justin is the one . I know it. He feels like home to me, just as much as this inn. Every night, I envision our life here together. Of course, he’ll probably hate the parties I want to throw, but I’ll do the talking for him, mingle with the guests, and he can hide out in our room or the kitchen.

He kicks the door closed behind him as he enters his bedroom, then throws me on the bed, following with his huge body over mine. The pouch of his gut presses into my stomach as my legs spread wide to accommodate his hips. There’s no time for me to grab a breath of air before his bearded lips are pressing against me, his tongue forcing its way inside.

The fury of his passion sets me ablaze. His denim is in the way when I writhe against his firmness, and I whimper a complaint. Digging my fingers in between us, I find his zipper and slide it down. He helps me by taking over, then tosses his T-shirt and boxers off while I hurriedly undress.

I know from Winter that this will probably be painful, but I’m okay with that. Justin won’t hurt me. Not willingly.

Instead of collapsing onto me, he traces a finger down the center of my sternum, between my breasts, and I arch my back into his touch. The electricity of it sends sparks down my spine and I moan, then dig my heels into his thighs to pull him close to me. “My snowflake needs me, doesn’t she?”

“Yes, please, daddy. Be my first, Justin. I mean it. I want it.”

Growling, he dives into my body, surrounding me with his large arms. His woodsy scent coats my face as he dips his mouth to my neck and sucks. “I want to be your first… January, I want to be your only .” My breath catches at his words. Is he feeling the same way I am?

The head of his big cock parts my wet pussy lips, and I hold my breath, wondering how in the world I’m supposed to fit it inside. His knees slide beneath mine as he sits back on his calves and grips the base of his thickness. Tapping it three times on my clit, I almost dance off the bed with the heat of the sensation.

Tilting his head to my core, he slicks his length through my soaked folds, then aims for my entrance as I grip the sheet. “Fuck!” He pauses. “I-I don’t have any condoms. I haven’t really had to use them. I’ve only been with Kimberley, and that was seven years ago. Shit.”

Swallowing, I realize I’m less prepared than I thought. “It’s okay. Just do it.”

“No, no. I can’t… Well. Are you on any protection? Birth control.”

Biting my lower lip, I shake my head. His shoulders slump. I whisper, “Please.”

“Snowflake… I can’t get you pregnant. You’re too young. Fuck! You feel so good, though.” One of his large thumbs presses right where I need it most. Wiggling on him, I feel desperate for anything he’ll give me. “Stay still. Don’t move.” I freeze.

Holding one of my knees in one hand while circling my clit with the other, he slowly pushes his hips forward until the broad crown of his dick edges inside me. Burning fire surges through me as he hits my barrier until he stops moving. “Take a deep breath, snowflake.”

I do and he eases himself back, the sharpness of the ache replaced with a dull need. “Please, please, daddy. Put it in. I can handle it.”

“Ugh… I’m gonna just put the tip in. Okay? Just the tip.” Carefully, he slips inside again, then pulls back. “How’s that? That feel good? ‘Cause I may not last long. You’re so fucking wet and tight , little girl.”

“Yes, but I want more .”

“No, snowflake. Look at daddy.” I do, and the heat in his face almost sets me ablaze with desire. “Behave. Be a good girl. I can’t come inside you. Not… Fuck.”

His cock throbs against me as I try to scoot down to gather more of him inside. “Seriously, you’re gonna make me force it in. Jan, stop.” Pausing my movements, I give him a smile and his shoulders stiffen. “Okay, let’s do this different. I’m too big, and you’re a virgin. And I’m about to blow my fucking load inside you.”

He holds my hand and lies on his back, situating himself on a pile of pillows at the head of the bed. “Straddle me and sit, but don’t put it inside you.”

Both our palms press together as I ease my thighs over his waist. His erection slots right between my legs perfectly. I’ve never sat on a guy like this while naked. I like it.

“Now, slide back and forth. Use me. I’ve got your hands.” Clinging to his hold, I scoot my hips back and forth on him as he grunts, his hairy chest rising and falling rapidly with every stroke I lay on him. Our eyes never depart, even when I toss my hair back and sit up straighter. “That’s it, baby. Wiggle your little clit on your daddy’s big cock.”

Every bump of my clit on the ridge of his dick sends another wave of ecstasy through my body until I climb. Climb so high that I explode with fire all over. “Daddy! Mr… Mr. Grant!”

With a growl, he releases my hands and grips my waist, then rapidly shifts through my soaked folds. As I pulse inside, he spews his pleasure in reams across his hairy belly and chest. My fingers latch onto his broad pecs as he thrusts his chin up with a groan and finishes.

Exhaustion hits me, and he pulls me into him. His warm come holds our skin tight together as his fingers stroke my back mindlessly. The firm drumbeats of his heart and steady rise and fall of his chest lull me into a deeper trance. I’m not sure how long we lay in peace for, but it’s the most comfortable and safe I’ve felt in a long time. Possibly ever.

When my eyes open, I catch a framed photograph on his nightstand. It’s a wedding picture of him and Kimberley, at the same place where Winter had hers. Resting my chin on his sternum, I gaze up at him, and he lowers his eyes to stare back. His fingers stroke back my hair and tuck it behind my ears.

“Do you miss her?”

His eyes squeeze shut, then open wide with confusion. “Who?”

“Y-your wife.” My eyes trail back to the picture for a moment and he follows my gaze.

“Kimberley? What? No. Why are you thinking about her right now?”

Shrugging, I try to explain how insecure I suddenly feel. So young and inexperienced. “Because you lost your great love and I must be a sorry replacement.”

Anger flares across his face, but he schools it quickly, then sits up against his padded headboard, tugging me with him. His thick arms entangle around me until I feel like he could squeeze the air from my lungs.

“January, I have never felt the way I feel when I’m with you. I-I’m not sure how to explain this. Well, I guess it’s pretty simple. Kimberley and I were married very young. I was twenty, and she was eighteen. Your age. This is a small town, and when you find someone, you just end up with them. We were friends from a young age, dated in high school, and went to all the dances.”

His voice turns gruff and hard. It was the same that night of Winter’s wedding when I first met him. When I glance up into his deep brown eyes, a shadow lays over them. “Then, the night of her accident, I found out she’d been having an affair with Jud Beckham for years. Maybe even since high school, but she only admitted to at least three.”

Tears form on the edge of his eyelids. “She never wanted kids, and that was fine, but she had to tell me about them being together because… she was pregnant with his baby. She hadn’t been with me in months. We slept in different rooms. So I came up here to stay with my mom and dad. And she told me everything, confessed it all, and that she was going to leave.”

I sit up on his waist and hold his face. “I’m so sorry, Justin. Your heart must have been crushed.”

His chocolate eyebrows meet as he looks down. “No. That’s the thing. She was my duty, my wife. And I was loyal. Tried to be there for her, but I was closed off. I’m sure that’s why Jud was always more appealing. But did I love her the way—” Lifting his gaze to me, he pauses. “The way a man should love a wife? Probably not. I never knew such feelings could exist. Not until…”

My heart surges as he stops himself from saying more. The warmth in his face as he watches me lets me know… Justin is the one . That true love the caught bouquet promised me. Can I get him to love me? To trust that I won’t do the same to him as his deceased wife did?

One of his hands reaches up to stroke his beard as he gathers a deep breath. “We argued about her affair. I was willing to try anything to save the marriage, just because I didn’t want to divorce. But she took off in a huff. And then, the next day, they told me her car had slipped on the ice in the snowstorm. She rolled off the mountain. That is what I feel guilty about. I should have forced her to stay here. Or at least had a better goodbye.”

“So, you left.”

He nods. “Yeah. I just wanted to be alone after that. Figured there was no use in trying to find anyone else. Not that I wanted to. It’s not something I really looked for in the first place; it just happened. And then I came back and… Things are different now. It’s not as painful as I thought it would be, not with you here.”

My cheeks hurt with the grin I make, and his cock throbs underneath my pussy. I slide on it once, but he laughs and pulls me off him, tucking me against his side. “I’m an old man. Need more time to recover, but, fuck , snowflake. You make me feel young again.”

“Justin, you’re not that old.” He chuckles and taps the end of my nose, and I take a deep breath, then blurt out, “You could still have kids, even.”

His eyes grow wide as he turns into a huge statue. “Is that what you want? You want babies?”

Suddenly turning very shy, I press my cheek to his hairy, sticky chest. “Y-yes.” His dick makes a jump.

The deep rumble in his chest is loud against my ear as he clears his throat. “Well, someday, I’m sure that will be a nice thing… for you.” He slides out from under me and stands, heading to his bathroom. “I’m going to get cleaned up, then need to finish the downstairs plumbing. Some electrical on the lights in the dining room…”

Pulling the sheet up around me, I feel very naked. “Yeah, I’ll get started on some biscuits, then clean some guest rooms.”

My face flushes with embarrassment. Did I go too far? Too fast? Ugh, I’m always too impulsive. Here he was talking about never loving someone, and I just assumed he was falling for me as much as I am him. Maybe it’s better that he didn’t take my virginity. I think I’d be even more attached already if he had.

For the rest of the day, I busy myself working on the guest bedrooms. First thing I tackle is all the linens, while still making time to prep some chicken for dinner. We’re running low on fresh veggies and laundry detergent, but hopefully the snow melts before too long. When I pull back the curtain of my bedroom window just as the sun sets, more snow pummels to the earth in great droves. It piles up high against the windows.

To add to my shame from earlier, I call Justin to dinner, but he only mumbles something I can’t hear. I find him splayed under a sink in one of the lower guest rooms. “Sorry, snowflake. Just set me something out and I’ll eat it later. Want to finish this up tonight and make sure the pipes don’t freeze.”

I eat dinner by myself. It’s the worst meal I’ve had since I’ve been here. After I clean my dishes, I set him out a plate and cover it. Dragging myself up the stairs, I slide into my bed. Alone, sad, wishing I’d never said anything…

And missing Justin terribly.