He gapes at me. “Fuck. Are you sure?”
I chuckle, bringing our foreheads against each other. “Yes. Give it to me hard and fast. I want to know how good I make you feel.”
“Oh, baby. Good is not the word for it.” He smooches my nose. “Try amazing.”
Before I can give him a snarky reply, he rolls us over so I am lying on my back under him. Looping my legs over his shoulders, he begins pumping. As promised, he lets go, fucking me with abandon as he chases the edge. Every thrust has him tagging my prostate and making me see stars. I have no idea how he’s so good; it’s like he knows my body better than I do.
The thought derails me further. Our compatibility is off the charts. It’s like he was made for me and I was made for him, however cheesy and stupid that might sound. Maybe it’s the Christmas Spirit getting to me, or maybe it’s been too long since I’ve felt truly wanted. I don’t care. At this moment, this just feels right. Like I was always supposed to end up here, being held by Jake as the snow keeps falling outside.
It’s not long before sparks slide down my spine. I’m so close. Tension is building inside me, and when he wraps his rough hand around my dick, I’m done for. I come moaning hisname, spilling all over my stomach and his. He growls like a wild beast, his hips stuttering and his thrusts turning chaotic. Within seconds, his orgasm hits him. He roars, railing me even harder as he pumps me full of his cum.
This feeling is everything. It drags out my own climax, making me even more ravenous for him. I find his mouth and own it, fucking it like he fucks me as he keeps spilling inside me. Breathing is hard, thinking is hard. I am diminished to only tingling pleasure as he collapses next to me and clutches me to his chest. His hot, labored breaths crash into my damp neck, unleashing little waves of goosebumps.
He hasn’t slipped out of me either. His cock is starting to soften, but I like how it feels, so when he attempts to take it out, I stop him.
“Are you sure?” he asks, prodding the area under my ear with his nose. “I should probably clean us up.”
I push my ass out and get comfortable. “Just for a bit.”
“Okay then.” He kisses my temple and snuggles into me.
I watch the snow for a while as candlelight reflects in the window and the scent of flowers and musk surrounds me. I haven’t been this relaxed in ages, my mind empty of everything but how good it is to be held by Jake. It catches me off-guard, and before I realize it, I’ve drift off.
Chapter 10
Jake
I wait until Ethanis asleep before I clean him up and hop into the shower. I’m still buzzing, my every nerve-ending alive.
I’ve never had sex like this. So right and so perfect. But it makes sense—after all, none of the people I’ve been with so far have beenmyperson.
Until Ethan.
Smiling, I tilt my head up and let the hot water sluice down my face and body. Little explosions go off under my skin as I play back the sounds and noises Ethan let out while we were making love. I bristle, my hackles rising.Making love, that’s what it felt like. Not a casual fling or a one-night stand. It was deeper, more intimate, more intense. I wasn’t planning on it; I don’t think he was either.
I pull on my bottom lip, then bite the inside of my cheek.Fuck, what do I do now?I need to figure out a way to charm the shit out of Ethan and make this new and exciting and titillatingly right thing between us work even after he leaves. Long distance would suck, but it beats not having him in my life.
If I up my game and try harder than I have until now, I think I can save up enough in half the intended time. I already have a decent amount of experience as a chef, so I’m not worried about that or obtaining qualifications. Realistically, I might not be able to open my own place immediately, but I am willing to work under someone for a bit more.
As I lather myself with soap, I reconsider my plan. I’d stayed here in North Hut because it made sense—with little distractions and nothing much to do around here for someone like me, it was the perfect location. But the tables have turned. Now that I’ve met Ethan, I’d much prefer to live somewhere closer to him if I am to give my best shot at us.
So, I’ll move. I don’t know how soon or how exactly I can make it happen, but I will.
Done showering, I dry myself off and put on clothes. Ethan is no longer sleeping when I make it back to the room, his willowy but still powerful form draped across the luxurious silk sheets like he’s some ancient king posing for a drawing.
“You still haven’t told me how you managed to organize this,” he poses in a stern but playful voice.
I shrug. It involved a couple of favors from a couple of people. It really isn’t anything exciting. “Are you free tomorrow?”
He raises an eyebrow. I think it’s meant to be in a challenge, but his blissed-out expression kind of ruins the effect. “Hedging?”
I hand him his clothes and sit on the edge of the bed. “Maybe. It’s always more interesting when the mystery remains, no?”
He snatches the clothes from me. His fingers linger as they brush against mine. “I suppose you are right. As for tomorrow…” The corners of his full lips lift in a subtle smile. “I think I can find a bit of time for you. What do you have in mind?”
“It’s a surprise that I am positive you’ll like. I’ll come pick you up in the morning.” I stand up to leave, pausing as I reach the door. He’s put the pants on but is yet to start on his shirt. “I had a great time today, Ethan. Not just at dinner, but earlier, too. For real. I hope you are ready for the consequences of that.”
Giddy and excited, I leave before he can give me a reply.
