Page 6 of Burn for Me (The Last Snow of the Season 2)
Chapter Six
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Mark
I go upstairs to find some fucking swim trunks. There’s no way I’m going to let my girl run around other men in nothing but a fucking bathing suit without me being right by her side. By the time I get to the room I’m a little shocked to find Rumer sitting on the bed. All the girls had a big head start compared to us guys. We were all in the gaming room when Charlie let it slip the women would be taking a dip in the hot tub.
"Oh hey, I thought you would be downstairs with the girls already." She gets up and comes over to close and lock the door. "Everyone's pretty much headed there now, aren't they?"
She looks at me with big soulful eyes, "Will you...will you do me a favor?"
Ugh, I would pretty much kill for this woman without asking a fucking question about it. "Anything."
"Fuck me."
My body must fall into a state similar to shell shock because it takes me a few minutes to reply, "What?!"
I must have heard her wrong. My drive to have her must be making me delusional.
"Fuck me." She says it again and this time it is undeniable that she said what she said to me.
"What the hell?" She flinches back a little at my outburst. I can tell she is losing her nerve. The courage it took to ask me is quickly fading. "I'm sorry. I'm just a little confused about what changed between now and last night."
"Are you saying no?" she asks in a tiny voice.
I made it very clear last night that I wanted her and she told me in no uncertain terms to fuck off. Now, less than twenty-four hours, she's telling me to fuck her. I want to understand what changed. I shot her a look that has been known to break the toughest criminals. It works.
"Some of the girls were talking...you know...about sex." Things are starting to clear up. "They made it sound... nice - like something I would want to do."
"I'm not having sex with you because you heard a bunch of other women tell sex stories and now you want one too."
She looks back at me for a second. "Are you telling me no?"
"Yes, that is exactly what I am telling you."
I watch as her cheeks turn red and her eyes snap fire at me. "Fine." She turns away from me. "Well, if you 'll excuse me, I have to find someone who’ll want to fuck me."
I have her by the wrist in seconds, pulling her back around to face me. "Excuse me, what the hell did you just say?"
She looks me right in the eye. I can practically see her trying to figure out how to handle me. "You heard me."
"I heard you? I don't think so, see I thought I heard you say you were going to go find someone else to take care of that cherry."
She doesn't even ask me how I can tell she's a virgin. Just like I don't have to ask her if she is one. "I'm the only virgin here and I refuse to go back to my life and stay that way. If you won't," she looks down at my crotch before going on, "or can't, take care of the 'problem' then I’ll find someone who can."
I grab hold of her again. "God damn it!" I pull her into me and kiss her hard. As soon as our lips touch my world is rocked - hard. She's the softest, hottest thing I have ever been around. My dick is painfully hard. Hell, it gets hard when she's in the fucking room but having her actually in my arms is exponentially worse. And god damn is she sweet. Her mouth is like a flavor playground.
I eventually break the kiss and give her a good push. I can tell she'll fall on the bed so there was never any harm in giving her a little shove. One that might wake her up from this stupid request. I don't think my little Rabbit is anywhere near ready to take what she's asking me to give.
"You want me...then you'll get me."
I follow her down and start tearing at her clothes while delivering kisses to her mouth and face. My hand goes to her tit eating up her gasp once it makes contact with bare skin. Fuck me, Rumer has the nicest breasts I have ever had the fucking pleasure of laying my hands on. I test the weight of both of them before pulling her shirt all the way off of her and unfastening the bra I had pushed up.
"Oh my God!" She practically screams when my mouth lands on the tip of one of her full breasts. I bat the hard nipple back and forth with my tongue and feel the areola crinkle even more. Her hands fly to the back of my head. I roll my head to the side so I can talk around her nipple. "You still want this, little Rabbit."
She whimpers and her back arches off the bed like she might be offering herself to me, but I want more than just some misinterpretable body motions.
"You still want this; you better be telling me, or I walk away now."
