Mountain grump, p.8
Mountain Grump, page 8
Her fingernails trail along my stomach and loosen the button on my jeans. She inches the zipper down, and her hand goes right for the kill.
I grab her wrist. “Slow down, Sweetheart.” I bring her wrist down to the mattress, pinning her back, admiring her beauty. Every inch of her is gorgeous.
My lips come down to her neck, pressing a soft trail along her skin, savoring this moment. I don’t intend it to only be once, but if I get in my head, I worry that I’ll never see her again.
Which is insane.
I can fly out to the nearest landing strip and visit her whenever I feel like it. One of the perks of being a billionaire. My breath tickles her skin as I drop heated kisses before nipping her collarbone. I want to mark her and let every man know that she belongs to me.
Her hips writhe beneath me, grinding and moaning from just my lips alone against her skin. Cali’s fingers push at my shirt. Pulling the T-shirt over my head, she helps me undress. Her touch is like lava, hot and flowing through me to my very core.
She tries to roll us around, but I don’t let her. “Next time, little one,” I whisper, staring down at her with a sly grin. “You need to heal first.”
“Little one? I’m not your little anything.” She’s all bark and no bite. But it’s one of the things I love about Cali.
Love.
Inwardly, I grimace, berating myself for using such a word already.
We hardly know each other. But we seem to be getting to know one another really fast.
I growl at her, bringing her bottom lip between my teeth and the moan she elicits sends me into pure bliss. If I died in her arms, I’d be a happy man.
I lift my hips off her body and push my jeans all the way down, kicking them off and to the floor. “You are gorgeous,” I whisper, my attention back on her body, worshipping her as I devour every inch of her body.
Pinching the back clasp of her bra, the material slides down with ease, and I lower my lips to her peaks, wanting to watch her squirm under my ministrations.
She shivers and purrs, her legs wrapping around me.
“Still think dinner is better?” I tease, my cheek caressing her stomach, my beard scratchy and thick. I’m gentle over her skin, wanting to excite but not hurt her.
“Deciding,” she rasps, but the smile on her face tells me she’s as much of a tease as I imagine her to be. She enjoys the attention, and her fingers thread through my hair as my lips move lower.
“How many orgasms have you had in one night?” I ask, climbing down her body and kissing a soft trail up her legs. I start with the backs of her knees, going slow, taking my time, listening to her soft breaths and moans as I inch closer and higher toward her inner thighs.
“With a partner?” she asks, and her fingers claw at the bedsheets. “Or alone?”
I like that she admits to masturbating. Most women shy away from such discussion, which makes me think that next time I might get the pleasure of watching her touch herself for me.
“Partner,” I say, my voice betraying me, coming out higher than I intend.
“One.”
A wide smirk adorns my face. That will be an easy record to beat. “No one’s given you multiple orgasms?” I’m shocked. The woman deserves to feel on top of the world, repeatedly.
“Don’t be. I’ll be impressed if you can give me one.”
“Sweetheart, I promise you no less than three.”
I swear it feels like a business deal, the way we’re bargaining back and forth.
“And if you don’t follow through on your commitment?” Cali asks. A sly grin is on her face. Does she have something in mind that she wants from me?
“You don’t have to worry about that. By the time we’re done, you’ll lose count of how many times you scream my name.”
I nip her inner thigh playfully, and she moans and tosses her head back, jaw parted, eyes shut. “Look at me,” I command.
Her eyes struggle to open, the bluest depths staring back at me. She bites on her bottom lip, and I kiss a trail over her pussy through her panties. I avoid her clit, but run my tongue along her slit, tasting her wetness through the thin fabric.
She wants me to go in for the kill. I can tell she’s restless and antsy, but I’m not about to waste her first orgasm without a heavy dose of foreplay. I want her excited, her pussy throbbing, and her begging me to fuck her.
Cali moans, and one hand is roaming through my hair. Her touch feels fantastic. Her other hand twists at the sheets, trembling as I pull her panties to the side and separate her folds, admiring her glistening juices that reveal how turned on she is.
She wiggles her hips.
“Take them off,” she says, telling me she wants me to remove her panties. Her fingers land on the elastic band, but I don’t follow her instruction.
“Not until you’ve had your first orgasm,” I say.
A whimper spills past her lips, and she covers her face with her hand. “This is torture.”
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask.
“No!” Her eyes bolt open, and she glares at me. “I want you to give me an orgasm. One that you rave on about, but I’ve yet to experience.”
She’s toying with me, trying to have me give in to her desires.
“And you will, when I’m ready,” I say.
With my hand keeping her panties to the side and her pussy exposed, I lick along her slit, tasting her wetness and teasing her swollen lips.
She bends her knees for me. “Good girl,” I say as she gives me a better view and more room to lick and suck her pussy. She tastes sweet and sinful. I push my tongue inside her warmth, licking and tongue-fucking her where I want my cock.
Cali shifts her hips, angling her pussy so that I’ll reach her clit. “Ask me if I’ll touch your clit,” I say with a smug smile, and continue tonguing over her wetness and warmth.
“Will you touch my clit?”
“Not yet,” I say, teasing her.
She moans and whimpers, and after a few seconds, she brings her hand down between her thighs. I let her touch herself before dragging her fingers into my mouth. I crawl back up her torso, kissing her, tasting her, devouring her lips.
Cali wraps her legs around me, trying to roll us around, but I don’t let her. “Logan,” she purrs, and it’s the first time she’s moaned my name tonight. But it won’t be the last.
My cock is rock hard. Cali sounds absolutely sinful with my name on her lips. That’s not the only thing I want on her lips.
I growl and yank her panties down, ripping the fabric in the process. My cock twitches, and I want desperately to be buried inside of her warmth.
I drag my fingers against her clit, wanting to bring her over the edge, desperate to hear her moans and feel her warmth and tightness surround my shaft.
Her hips gyrate with my hands, and I let her reach her first orgasm, pleased by the gasps and moans that spill from her lips.
Before she has time to recover, I grab a condom and slide it on, teasing her pussy lips with the head of my cock.
“Fuck,” she mutters as her body climbs down from her first orgasm.
“We’re not done yet, Sweetheart.” I grab her good leg and lift it to my shoulder, inching my cock inside of her.
She’s wet and slick but tighter than I imagined.
“Logan,” she moans my name as I push further into her warmth, stretching her and filling her with every inch of me.
Her fingernails trail over my back and down to my ass as she wraps her legs around me.
Her cheeks are flushed, her skin is beautiful and glowing as I fuck her, driving my cock hard and fast inside of her warmth.
She trembles and grips me, securing me like a vice, and her inside walls shudder around me. Pulsating, she moans as the second wave of euphoria hits her.
I keep the pace, not wanting her to lose the orgasm she’s chasing as she screams out my name, hands thrashing against the bedsheets before I drag her hands to the bedrail and have her hold on.
Her voice catches in her throat as she shudders around me, tightening onto my cock. “Logan!” she screams, and I swear if anyone is next door at this hour, they can hear us. Hell, most of the floors above and below us can hear her coming.
I want to let go and join her. But I promised her three orgasms, and fuck it, I’m going to deliver on that promise.
Cali gasps for breath, her chest rising and falling as she finally collapses against the mattress, loosening her grip on the headboard rails.
I’d love to have this woman on her hands and knees, but I know that’s not possible with the recent bruises from her fall. It’s any wonder how she doesn’t have a concussion.
“On your side,” I command, and guide her onto her side as I get positioned behind her.
“You’re not going to do any butt stuff, are you?” she asks, glancing at me over her shoulder.
I chuckle. “It doesn’t sound like you’re into butt stuff.” I’m teasing her, but I wouldn’t do anything Cali isn’t comfortable with and doesn’t consent to.
My fingers graze over her bottom, but my target is her pussy, and I guide my shaft inside her warmth. I let my fingers tease her folds and circle around her clit. But I don’t touch the sensitive pearl.
Her back arches, pressing into me as I begin our dance, thrusting and listening to her moaning my name all over again.
“Fuck,” Cali grunts, her fingers digging into my hip, roughly caressing me. She’s desperate to touch me as I stir another fire deep within her. “I didn’t think you could do three,” she gasps, trying to catch her breath.
“Oh, I could go all day with you, Sweetheart,” I say, and mean it. There’s something about Cali that makes me alive inside. I can’t remember the last time I ever felt this way about anyone.
I can’t get enough of her.
Her insides clamp down on my cock, and she’s trembling, just barely tinkering on the edge. It’s enough to show me she’s ready, and I let my fingers press against her clit, teasing and rubbing, as her lips part, and she loudly gasps her enjoyment.
“Cali,” I grunt, finding myself closer to the edge. I’m desperately holding on, wanting to ride the last wave in together. I bite down on her shoulder. She moans, clenching on my shaft, her insides spasming as I continue to thrust and tease her clit.
It’s actually what she needs, driving her over the edge. Toes curling, gasping and trembling. Her walls clench, refusing to let me go as I bury myself deep within her.
When she releases her grip on me, I climb off the bed and toss the condom in the bathroom trash. My heart pounds wildly against my chest as I’m still catching my breath.
Cali rolls onto her back, her eyelids heavy. “Stay.”
I climb into bed beside her, draping an arm over her chest. “For a little bit.” I yawn. I can’t stay the night. My daughter will worry if I’m not home soon.
But sleep takes hold before I can untangle from her body and pull my clothes on.
Sometime during the night, my phone buzzes, and I groan, realizing I’ve fallen asleep. I sit up in bed, grabbing my cell phone. It’s Julianna.
“Hello?” I rub the sleep from my eyes and try to sound like I’ve been awake. But it’s well past one in the morning.
“Are you okay? You haven’t come home,” Julianna says.
“I’m just looking after Cali,” I say, and grimace.
“Is that code for sex?” my daughter asks, and I swear she’s probably making a grossed-out face.
“I was helping change her bandages, and we lost track of time.” It’s a blatant lie, but maybe my fifteen-year-old will believe it.
“Just remember if I stay out past curfew, it’s because I’m changing my friend’s bandages.”
Nothing gets past this kid. “I’ll be upstairs in a few minutes. You need to be in bed. Tomorrow is a workday.”
Julianna groans. “Fine. Next time, I won’t call to see if you’re still alive.” She ends the call, and I climb off the bed, retrieving my clothes from the floor.
“Your daughter?” Cali asks, sitting up in bed. She grabs the blankets, covering herself, not that I didn’t see everything a couple of hours ago.
“Yeah, she was worried when I didn’t come home.” I lean in, dropping a kiss to Cali’s lips, my fingers curling in her hair, pulling her tighter to me.
She moans and tries to lie back down, bringing me with her.
Reluctantly, I break the kiss apart. “Come find me tomorrow when you’re awake. We can get breakfast together.”
“That’s such a domestic thing,” Cali teases. “And I plan on sleeping in. You have to work. I don’t.”
She pulls the covers up around herself.
“Brunch?” I suggest.
“Maybe.” Her eyelids flutter closed, and I’m not sure if she’s brushing me off or just that tired. I did wear her out. But it was worth it.
Eight
Cali
I can’t believe I had sex with Logan Henderson. My knees are like jelly, and my insides throb just thinking about that man’s cock inside of me.
He lived up to his promise of gifting me with three orgasms. And each was more intense than the last.
Tomorrow morning I have to leave early for the airport, so I spend the day lounging around in my pajamas and packing up my belongings. In the afternoon, I take a ride share to the nearest town to get a new cell phone since mine seems to be toast.
It’s buried in the snow, but thankfully, even from far away, the phone can be locked if anyone gets ahold of it.
I haven’t seen Logan since early this morning when he left and went back to his room. Not that I don’t want to see him. I do want to say a proper goodbye, but I’m honestly not sure what he’s going to want after last night.
He’s not a man interested in a fling, but isn’t that what we did? We’re not dating. We don’t even live in the same state. Geographically, at least we’re on the same continent and near the same coast. But that’s about it. We live in two very different worlds.
I travel for work, and it’s mostly to sunny and warm regions. He lives in the frigid mountains. I’m not sure I could do this year-round. Certainly, if he’d keep my bed warm, it’s a possibility, but it was one night together.
The man isn’t going to ask me to move in with him and propose.
That would be insane.
There’s a firm knock on my bedroom door. “Someone’s in here!” I shout. Is it housekeeping? They haven’t come in and made the bed or changed the towels today.
“Cali, open up. It’s me.” Logan’s voice carries through the door.
A small smile tugs at the corners of my lips as I head to the door and pull back the chain, unlocking it. My knee is doing a lot better, along with my ankle. I picked up another elastic bandage, which helps immensely with the pain.
“Hey, come on in.” I gesture for him to join me.
“Are you okay? I didn’t see you downstairs. Where are your crutches?”
“Probably down in the restaurant still,” I say with a laugh. “I’m actually okay. I mean, I should be worse off after that fall yesterday.” I almost feel like I’m dreaming and want to wake up. Except the dream is perfect, and I’m afraid to face reality.
“Let me grab the crutches,” Logan says, and turns for the door.
“Don’t, I’m fine.” I show him that I can walk around the hotel room with my boots on. “See, I’m not hobbling.”
“Mostly,” he admits with a smile. “You do look better. Maybe three orgasms were the medicine you needed to feel better.”
I laugh. My cheeks burn just remembering last night. “How is Julianna?” I ask, curious how much of a hard time his daughter gave him when he got home.
“She’s downstairs at the equipment rental booth.” Logan points at my rental boots. “Do you mind if I take those downstairs?”
“Here on business?” I’m only half-joking. Is that why he came up to my room?
“I wanted to see you. I was hoping we could have brunch, but it’s a little late for that now.”
The day is half over, but it definitely wasn’t wasted. “Sorry, I rushed out earlier today to get a new phone and get everything set up on it. I prefer having my boarding pass on my phone.”
Logan nods. “That’s right. You’re leaving tomorrow.” He pauses and stalks closer toward me. “Did you finish your work?”
“My video review?” I shake my head. “I’ll splice it together on the plane. I downloaded all the footage from the cloud, so I just have to piece it together the way I want.”
“Did you get enough shots? Do you need anything from me?” Logan asks.
I quirk a grin. “I wanted an interview with the owner, but I don’t need you to sell this place to the ladies. I’m selfish.” I smirk, wanting him to know that he’s not going to have all the girls chasing after him when I’m done with the review.
Not that it’ll be anything bad, but I don’t want the single ladies knowing he’s the most eligible billionaire bachelor. I’d sooner call him Mountain Grump than let anyone know the real him.
“I don’t think you’re selfish,” Logan says, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me against him. His lips crush mine, and I melt in his arms. “But is it selfish of me if I want you to stay longer?”
I press a kiss to his cheek. “I have to go back home, but we can still be friends.”
“I want more than friends with you, Cali. I thought I made that clear.”
My breath catches in my throat. “I’d like that too, but I’m not sure how it’ll work. I live in Los Angeles, and you live here in Breckenridge.”
He presses his lips together and runs his fingers through my hair, dragging my chin up to meet his intense stare. “We can make long-distance work.”
I get the feeling he wants more, but it was one night and a week in the mountains.
“Give me your phone,” Logan says, and I hand over my new phone, unlocking it. He punches in his phone number and saves it to my contacts. “I expect you to text me when your flight lands and you get home safely.”
I don’t argue with him, because I know his request is out of concern. He cares about me.
