"You're so wet. Fuuuuuuck." He moans and closes his eyes for a moment like he's trying to hold back. "I'm going to go slow. Let you get used to me. Next time, you're riding my face, and then my cock."
I nod vigorously, panting as he pushes deeper inside me. I desperately try to look at Bradford, but as he moves, I lose all control. The head of his cock rubs my throbbing inner walls with a delicious friction, making my eyes roll back in my head. I moan loudly, holding on to his strong shoulders as he thrusts and pulls out, over and over, again and again. Closing my eyes removes one of my senses and intensifies the others. I focus on the symphony of our pants and moans, the caress of his fingers exploring my body, the hardness of his cock. I flatten my feet on the bed, giving me a better position to thrust against him.
Sex with this man is like nothing I've ever experienced.
"Yes, yes, yes!" I cry out as he rolls his hips, hitting me deeply in that spot that sets off sparks of fire throughout my body.
"I want to go slow, but fuck, you feel so good," Bradford grits out.
"Give it all to me," I pant, chasing my release.
"You are so incredibly sexy, Hartley." Bradford's voice is low and raw. His movements become more erratic, and I bounce up the bed, moving with him as the flicker starts to spread in my core. "So fucking perfect. I think about you constantly. The thought of you lost in the woods..." He trails off with a shake of his head.
I cup his cheek. "You found me. I'm here," I remind him.
His eyes fill with so much ardent passion, my breath catches. I don't have time to process my thoughts or analyze the onslaught of emotions because he lifts my thigh and increases his pace. The new angle is incredible, and I call out my pleasure.
"Oh, God. Yes, baby. Don't stop!"
Bradford groans loudly, reaching between us to rub my clit in tight circles as he snaps his hips forward.
My orgasm barrels down on me. My body tightens, and then… I shatter.
"Yes, yes, yes!" I chant over and over as my core pulses around his hard cock. Pleasure radiates throughout my body, and I snap my eyes to his, knowing what he wants from me.
"Oh, fuck, Hartley. I'm obsessed with you," Bradford bellows, thrusting once, twice, and then spilling deep inside me.
"Oh, God," I moan as his hot release fills me.
He continues to thrust into me, prolonging our pleasure. When he stops, I sigh with satisfaction as he buries his face between my breasts. I stroke his hair, wanting to ask about what he said, but unable to bring myself to break the moment.
Eventually, Bradford pulls out, and we both grunt from the disconnection. He strides to his bathroom and brings back a warm washcloth. He cleans me up, pulls the covers over us, and tugs me to him. We face each other, but his eyes are closed. I run my finger over his forehead, down his nose, over his strong jawline, and across his lips. He gives my finger a small kiss, resting his head on top of mine as I snuggle into his chest.
"I love you, Hartley," he mumbles.
My eyes snap open. I wait for the punchline, but the only sound is his soft breathing as he drifts into slumber.
Bradford makes me come twice more that night, once with his fingers and again when I ride him after I wake him with a blow job. I manage to sleep but wake up at 4:00 am, convinced I'm back in my car, suffering from a hypothermia-induced delusion.
Then I remember why I was up the mountain in the first place and panic. The Firelight Games.Oh, my god!
I slip out from under Bradford's thick arm and grab my clothes off the floor on my way to the kitchen. My phone is fully charged, so I call a ride-share, which takes about an hour to get here. Idon't have a key, so I turn the bottom lock, praying bears can't work a knob, and slip into the waiting car.
I'll deal with Bradford later.This isn't running away,I tell myself. I'm doing my job. But deep inside, I know I'm worried about what the morning will bring.
My heart won't be able to take it if the spell wears off and the asshole is back in full force.
Chapter 5
Bradford
No note.
A cold bed.
I have no idea how that little minx slipped out of my house without waking me, but if she thinks she can run away after last night, Hartley Byrnes, soon-to-be-Maloney, has another thing coming.
I try to calm my raging fury at finding my bed empty this morning as I race down the mountain.
