Page 17 of Wild Peak

Her nipple stiffens beneath my thumb, and Brooke arches up into my touch. Presses herself more firmly into my hand.

Arousal stabs through my abdomen, and I need her so fucking badly it hurts. My blood rushes; my skin shivers. Hell, even my teeth ache from the need coursing through my body.

“You’re going to kill me, woman.”

Brooke’s grin is adorably lopsided. “That would be a shame. I’d like to do this at least once before we both explode.”

Outside the cabin windows, the sky darkens steadily as the sun sinks below the treeline. There are more stars now, a huge glittery cosmos of them, briefly interrupted by a dark shape swooping past the window. An owl.

There’s a whole world out there, a whole universe, but right now nothing really exists for me except the woman laid beneath me on my bed.

We kiss for a long time. Hands roam. Clothes are tugged aside, then shed altogether piece by piece, until finally the two of us are bare and lit only by starlight and the warm glow of the nightstand lamp. It would be cold if we weren’t tangled together.

My beard has left faint pink patches on Brooke’s breasts and throat, and I’m far too fucking pleased when I push up and take note of it.

“Maybe I should start shaving again.” My callused fingertip traces the outline of one pink area, brushing against Brooke’s nipple and drawing out a gasp.

“Oh, please don’t.” She squirms, batting away my hand, then snatching it back and making me grip her properly this time. “I love the beard. And it’s soft, not scratchy.”

“Yeah?” There’s only one true test for that, so I start kissing my way down the hills and valleys of Brooke’s body. She jerks and whimpers with each new touch, so responsive that it makes my cock throb. If I get any harder, I’m gonna accidentally drill through this bed to the floorboards. “Let’s test it for real.”

Her thighs part for me so sweetly as I crawl down her. There’s no resistance, no self consciousness, no doubt. And when I finally settle between Brooke’s legs, my body sprawled over the patchwork quilt, there she is: pink and glossy with arousal, with short, dark hair surrounding her slit. The promised land.

“Maybe I should start shaving too,” Brooke mutters from where she’s propped up on her elbows to watch.

“Not on my account, sweetheart.” The air down here is extra humid, scented with her musk. I breathe deeply, filling my lungs. “You’re fucking perfect here too. Damn, that looks good. I could eat you for dinner.”

Her laugh makes my heart slam against my ribs. “Cannibalism is a crime, Hunter.”

“You don’t say? That’s too bad.”

And maybe I can’t really eat Brooke up like the big, bad wolf.

But I lower my head and give it a good try.

Nine

Brooke

I’ve brought myself off plenty of times in my life, thank you very much. I know how sensations down there feel. Or at least, IthoughtI did.

Turns out my fingers pale in comparison to Hunter’s hungry mouth and strong hands. To the suction of his lips, the graze of his teeth, and the stroke of his flattened tongue. To his hot breath puffing against my clit.

“Oh!”

I cry up at the cabin ceiling, dazed and writhing from pleasure. Every lick, every nibble, every squeeze of my thighs makes my head spin and breath catch. His beard tickles my sensitive skin, and it’s just one more overloading sensation. One more detail that my last working brain cell is desperately trying to catalog.

“Mm.” Hunter’s satisfied groan vibrates through my nerve endings, and he rubs his whole face against my pussy. It’s like he wants tobathein me, to saturate his cells with my scent. His nose and cheeks and chin are glossy with my arousal. “Now that’s a meal. God damn.”

There’s no room for self-consciousness in this moment, even though it’s all so alien and exposing. No room for me to feel embarrassed at having my legs splayed and everything on display. Not when Hunter is so loudly, ferventlyintothis, grunting and sucking on my folds.

Propping myself up on wobbly elbows, I watch it all, wide-eyed. Hunter’s eyes are closed, his face taut with pleasure, and everything about him is so familiar that my heart throbs.

This is the same boy I grew up hero-worshiping, the focus of my first and only teenage crush. My older brother’s best friend. And now, with both of us years older, he’s the man who saved me today and made everything alright again.

“Hunter,” I whisper, stroking a trembling hand through his dark hair.

Those blue eyes open, and they hold my gaze as he latches onto my clit and sucks. My toes curl, and my head drops back as pleasure crashes over me like a wave. Every nerve ending in my body is alight.

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