39. Chapter Thirty-Nine

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Toby

" I t's been five days."

I lean in the doorway of the bedroom and stare at the woman I'm basically frothing over with my arms crossed over my chest.

The arched brow thrown in my direction from the bed where Anna works looks almost as vicious as the wait has been.

Pure torture.

My hand has not been enough.

Drowning in her ocean scent all night, her body pressed into mine …

Absolute torment.

Do I plan on stopping?

Hard no.

"My balls are aching," I murmur and push off the door frame, stalking straight to her side. "Help me empty them."

Anna's face turns the same shade of red as a beet as she sputters out a laugh. "Jesus Christ, Jeffers. Insatiable much?"

I hum and hike a knee up on the mattress. "Always."

She just shakes her head and goes back to typing on the laptop taking up the space of her thighs. "We're heading home tonight. What do you plan to do then?"

Shrugging, I snag the computer, eliciting a gasp from the surprised workaholic, and toss it across the bed. "Sounds like a problem for later."

Lifting so I'm on the bed the rest of the way, I brace one hand on the comforter that smells just like her and wrap the other around her waist, dragging her under me.

"Jeffers," she yelps, the embarrassed redness to her cheeks fading into an aroused flush. "We have stuff we gotta do and I'm working!"

I hum through a gritted jaw and ignore her protests, dipping low so that my nose drags over the column of her throat.

Inhaling, I let the ocean of her claim me, swirl around inside of me until it's settled low in my gut. "Just means we gotta make the best of our time." My tongue darts out to taste the soft skin of her neck. "Not much time to christen the rest of the cabin."

"Toby," Anna half whimpers, half protests, but her hands are on me, gripping the fabric covering my torso. "Since when do you wear clothes?"

I chuckle. "Since someone had to clear the damned driveway."

Pushing up to my knees, I reach a hand back between my shoulder blades and grasp the shirt, pulling it over my head.

"That's better," Anna mutters before bolting upright, her hands back on me, her lips finding my pecs and leaving hot kisses in her wake.

"Huh," I rumble out and lick my lips when her teeth latch on to an already hard nipple. "Who's insatiable now?"

"Your fault," Anna growls out, her lips tracing their way across my chest.

"If you weren't so fucking sexy, I would've kept my hands to myself." I hiss when her teeth clamp down on my other nipple, the pain throbbing down to my hard dick.

"Right," she mumbles against my skin, her hands warm against my hips. "It wasn't because it was just convenient or anything."

I grip her shoulders, pushing her back down to the bed. Her startled stare finds me and my jaw ticks beneath my furrowed brow. "That's all you think this is? Convenience?"

She shrugs.

Shrugs.

The center of my chest pinches at her response as I stare down into her intense green eyes, glistening with concern.

Isn't it, though?

Pitching forward, I brace most of my weight on an arm, the rest of me settling between her thighs. I grind into her, my body too desperate to feel her feeling me. "You're not a simple convenience, Mama, fuck."

My lips find hers when she goes to speak, cutting her off as I claim her tongue with mine. She melts against me, her hips lifting to meet my grinds, the rest of her putty beneath me.

"That's it, Mama," I say when I pop my lips free and suck in air. "Feel what you do to me. How fucking hard you make me."

She whimpers, her nails digging into my back as my head hangs into the space between her shoulder and neck. "Need you."

"Yeah? Need me inside that wet cunt, do you, dirty girl?"

" Yes ."

I hum and free my dick. "Then touch me. Feel what you do to me, Anna."

Whimpering, the woman does as she's told and wraps a hand around my dick. My hips jut forward, a gasp ripping from my throat.

"God, you're so hard."

"Uh-huh," I breathe out as she strokes me, her grip the perfect amount of tug and tightness. "You're not the only one who needs something, Mama."

Anna snickers. "I think I like this."

A groaning snigger escapes me. "Torturing me?" I breathe into her neck. "Figured that out already."

"No." She sinks her teeth into my shoulder, and I hiss, "This."

I'm not prepared when she twists her wrist as she strokes me all the way to the base and back up, the nails of her free hand scoring into my back.

The duality of pain and pleasure leaves me throbbing in her palm.

" Fuck ," I moan into her skin, my eyes rolling back. "Do that again and I'm gonna ruin this pretty little outfit with my cum."

Anna snorts. "Then back up so I can get my pants off."

Humming when she releases me, I flop onto my back beside her, my dick landing heavily against my abs. I drag in a breath, desperate to calm my racing heart.

"You're so big." I swear I feel her words in my dick, whispering over my skin and making it jump.

"Oh, fuck," I call out and nearly climb up the bed when she envelops me in the warmth of her mouth. The head of my cock hits the back of her throat, and I fist the sheets in a death grip to keep from blowing too fast. "Fuuuuck me."

Anna drags her tongue over me, coating me, and it takes every ounce of my restraint to let her taste me.

I'm covered in sweat, my jaw so tight I can feel my teeth protesting, when she finally sits back and stares down at me.

Completely naked.

"Fuck, you're so damn sexy." I'm gasping for air as she pats the pockets of the jeans still around my waist.

The grin she releases when she finds the foil pack and fishes it free is downright evil.

"Were you expecting I'd say yes, Jeffers?"

I don't get a chance to answer. Because she rips it open as she speaks and takes her sweet-ass time rolling the rubber down my shaft.

"Fuuuuck," I groan, my hands aching with how hard I hold onto the sheets. "Come sit on my face. It's my turn to taste that juicy cunt."

Anna blinks at me, her hands stilled on my dick. "What?"

I swear I see a flush cover her pretty face. "You heard me."

"Oh, no. I can't—"

I shoot upright so fast, I have to ignore the way my head spins. "You can. And you will." I cup her face in my palms and press my lips to hers. "Cover me in you, Mama. I'm dying for a taste."

Flopping back, I grab her hips when she remains still, working her body up my chest and over my shoulders. She comes to me slowly, carefully, but moves until she's hovering right over my chin, her knees on either side of my head.

I hum at the sight of her, spread open and so close to my tongue that I dart up to give her a teasing lick.

"Toby," Anna yelps, her chest fluttering with her racing breath.

"What?" I smirk when she stares at me with wild eyes.

"W-what if I smother you?"

I chuckle and run my tongue over my teeth, tasting the remnants of her sweet cunt clinging to my tastebuds. "I'd sooner drown in you."

Adjusting my grip to her hips, I pull Anna closer until she's seated over my lips. I suck the little bundle, and she bucks off me.

"Toby, I can't do this," she gasps out, those pink lips parted.

"Mama." I wait until her eyes collide with mine. "Sit. On. My. Fucking. Face."

Anna shudders. "O-okay."

She lowers all the way this time, that peachy ass planted on my chest, and I waste no time diving back in to lick and lap at her.

" Oh God … Toby ," she moans, her hands finding mine and latching on.

Fuck.

The sight of her towering over me, her head tilted back and that long hair of hers teasing the tips of my fingers that dig into her hips, has both my dick and my chest throbbing. My pulse is through the roof when she shudders, her mewls releasing with each pass of my tongue, her breathy rasps calling my name with each swirl over her clit.

God, she's fucking beautiful.

I'm hard as steel when she arches her back, those perfect tits of hers pushing up into the air with peaked nipples, and I reach up to roll one between my roughened thumb and finger.

"T-Toby!"

It's enough to set her off, her orgasm coating my tongue as she rides out the wave with grinding hips and gasping moans.

I hum into her core, and she shudders, her body slumping.

"My turn," I growl into her, lifting her from my chest and planting her beside me. I roll on top of her and settle between her thighs, my dick achingly stiff.

"Wait," Anna breathes out, her hand flattening on my abs. "I wanna …" She licks her lips and sucks in a breath. "I want to be on top."

Quirking a brow, I grin. "Yes, ma'am."

I settle on my back, my hand finding hers and threading our fingers together.

I tell myself it's to help her to her knees. To assist her in getting back on top of me.

It's nothing.

But she doesn't release my grip when she climbs on top of me, her thighs spread over my hips, and she lowers that delicious cunt I can still taste over my pulsing dick.

"Anna," I growl out as she envelops me, her tightness stealing my breath almost as much as our joined hands going over my head where she braces herself. Her other hand finds my chest as she rides me, taking all of me.

Consuming me.

I feel her in my chest. In my bones. In each breath that gets me closer to that edge.

"Fuck, I'm not going to last."

I curl my entwined fingers around hers, my free hand going to her hip and guiding her movements when she shudders.

"Oh God," she whispers, her muscles tensing, her body pulsing over me. "I'm gonna—"

Her words cut off with a scream that rips from her chest, her cunt fluttering around me, her back arching.

I hold onto her, my grip keeping her hips close to mine as she grinds out her orgasm on me.

I couldn't stop mine if I tried.

It rips through me, devouring me to my core as I fill the condom.

"Fuck, Mama. Fuck."

My breath heaves, my vision of Anna blurred as she slumps over me.

"Same," she utters, and I glance down at her to find her cheek smooshed against my pec, right over my racing heart. Her lids are half closed, her fingernails scratching through the hair on my chest. "That was intense."

I chuckle, the sound deeper than normal. "I'll take that as a compliment."

"God, I love that."

I'm too far gone to put meaning to the words when I lazily trail my gaze from her lips to find her eyes already studying me. "What?"

"The way your voice sounds after—y'know."

"My sex voice?"

She nods, her hair rustling against my skin. "Yes, that. Keep saying the words."

I snort. "Weren't you the one giving me shit about having shit to do?"

"Doesn't matter right now."

"Okay." I chuckle and rest my hand against her smooth skin. "What do you want me to talk about then?"

She shrugs. "How about me?"

I aim a cocked brow at her. "You? What about you?"

"Say something … dirty."

That's not at all what I was expecting.

"I think someone's dick drunk."

"It's me. I'm someone," Anna says with the straightest face and I can't help the laugh that bubbles up.

"Okay, now I know you're intoxicated."

She pushes up, her red hair falling over her shoulder on one side, and I groan.

Goddamn, she captivating.

"So?"

Humming, I lift my torso until my chest meets hers and thread my fingers through her hair, tightening my grip at the base of her skull as I wrap my other arm around her waist. Our lips are only a breadth apart, her gasps feeding down my throat, my heated gaze colliding with her green one, my dick still buried inside her. "I could spend all night buried in this cunt." I flex my hips and capture her gasp against my lips. "And it still wouldn't be enough."

Her eyes roll as her body shivers in my arms. "Oh, crap," she mutters.

" Toby … Anna! "

Anna freezes, her eyes going wide, her lips barely moving as she squeaks, "Oh, no."

"Shit—" I lift Anna from my lap and roll from the bed, tucking my dick back into my pants as I go. "I'll hold him off." I swipe my shirt from the floor as I walk, my hands going through my hair once they're free.

The door snicks closed behind me as I hear my name again, the call of an irritated bodyguard echoing through the hallway.

I'd recognize that tone anywhere.

"Do you not know how to answer a fucking phone?"

I roll my eyes at the prickly man now towering in the kitchen, his coat and boots covered in snow.

I would say his hair, too, but the man has recently shaved it all off—to the scalp—where no snowflakes had a chance.

"Well fuck you, too," I mutter and blow past Lugh, straight to the stove.

Anna's gonna need some hot chocolate for this mess.

"Seriously, what have you been doing for the six hours it took me to get up here?"

I ignore the question, because mostly it's been me waiting for Anna. Clearing the driveway. And then fucking Anna. Playing some tunes to myself and watching another episode or two of that show she picked. Basically, just … wondering what the hell she's doing.

I start a pot on the stove, slowly heating the last of the milk while I fish the chocolates from the packaging.

"Since when do you cook?"

"I'm not cooking," I toss over my shoulder at the bodyguard as I shave small flakes off the little blocks and scrape them into the pot.

"Looks like it to me," he grunts, the thumping of his boots echoing as if receding from me, not coming closer.

My gut twinges when I register where he's going, my jaw clenching with the words that want to rush out of my face. Words I have no business thinking, let alone feeling straight to my tightened core.

Things like … don't you dare go near her and if you see anything you shouldn't, you're losing an eye.

I clear my throat and settle on a simple statement, growled just loud enough for him to hear. "I wouldn't do that."

"Why?"

Good fucking question, Lugh.

"She's a fucking savage when you interrupt her." Open to interpretation … Mentally, I pat myself on the back for not saying anything to the contrary.

"Well, if she'd answered her phone …" The man trails off, his insinuation clear, and that jaw clenching comes right back.

"She's been back there all day." Not a lie.

My back heats with his gaze and that twinge in my stomach becomes a full onset of nerves flipping the organ all over itself.

Why does it feel like I've been caught with my hand in the cookie jar?

Oh, right. Because my face still smells like Anna's actual cookie.

"Listen," Lugh starts, his gruff voice coming closer to me, easing the guilt and possessiveness threatening to build higher inside me, possibly even choke me until I figure out how to keep him from her. "I don't care what you two have been up to while you've been here. None of my business. But she's Leo's sanity."

Is this going where I think it is? Is Lugh really about to hit me with the talk?

"So, keep it to your fucking self," Lugh finishes.

Almost went where I thought it would.

"I like you better when you don't talk," I mutter on a sigh that I hope sounds irritated, while stirring my actual pot and not the metaphorical one at my back.

Grunting, he knocks on the bedroom door.

I hang my head on a strained neck, my utensil hand still steadily stirring with a grip too tight on the wooden spoon, and just wait.

I wait for the Jenga tower to come crumbling down around me, burying me in its blocks until there's no light left.

Life is officially going back to the way it was.

Except, I'm not ready for it to.