I released her, surprised that she wasn’t shutting down or pushing me away. What had happened to the woman who was full of vinegar and threats?
She opened the door, prissily tugged her dress down over her ass, and went in. I followed her like a dog in heat, locking the door behind me.
I only knew one thing.
I neededmore.
When Shelby turned to face me, it was obvious that she felt the same way.
“If I let you fuck me again, are you going to behave the same way? Or will you find some manners?”
“Yes, ma’am. I can do better.”
She giggled at that, the giggle turning into a laugh. She pressed a hand to my arm, taking the opportunity to feel my muscles, then said, “Oh,Thatcher. You topped the charts. If you can do better, I might not survive the night. Do you want wine? Sorry I don’t have any beer. Or I can make you a Gin Fizz. Or a French 75, a Cranberry Aperol, or I suppose just a straight gin.”
“Gin.” I managed to spit out. The woman had made me almost speechless.
I was definitely in love. Or… at least my cock was. My mind was still trying to figure things out.
Shelby was either warming me up to kill me or the best thing in the world had just happened.
She wants to fuck me again.
Despite it only being a few minutes since we finished, my cock started to rise again. Ready for round two.
Chapter 6
Shelby
I didn’t know what the hell had just happened. I only knew I wanted it to happen again.
What had caused me to lose my sanity and fuck this man? No clue, other than the fact that I’d instinctively known he would scratch my itch andgood.
And I’d definitely picked the right man for the job.
He was staring at me with a shell-shocked look on his face, like I’d just rocked his world instead of it being the other way around.
Had he wanted me as badly as I’d wanted him? It seemed like it.
No man had ever done things like that to my pussy before.
I’d had sex. Some good. Some bad. Some meh.
But I’d never had my pussy hammered by a mountain beast before.
Maybe this is a reason to stay here.
On the spot, I instantly stopped making plans to find a new position elsewhere. Staying in Deer Springs for sex seemed like aridiculous decision to make. But that didn’t matter. When would I ever get fucked like this again?
Looking at his face, I realized the answer wasright now.
I carried his gin and my wine to the bedroom and put both glasses down on the dresser. “Ground rules. Whatever you just did to me? You have to do that again. Preferably right away. And it would be even better if you did it multiple times. Can you abide by that?”
He didn’t bother to answer. Thatcher picked up his shot of gin and downed it in one fluid movement. Then followed me straight onto the bed.
Clothes were already coming off.
My borrowed dress was a heap on the nightstand, and Thatcher had stripped out of his jeans and t-shirt in under thirty seconds.
