Page 18 of Her Mountain Rescuer

Always, when he’s around.

Especially when he’s looking at me like I’m his.

I do my best to mingle with the other guests, trying to focus on the conversations, but my mind is elsewhere. Obviously. Especially because I can still feel Beau’s gaze on me, making my skin tingle and butterflies flap in my belly. I try to ignore it. I try to act natural. But it’s hard, given that every nerve ending in my body is hyperaware of his presence. I chat with someone who I know from work, laughing when I’m supposed to laugh, nodding when I’m supposed to nod, but it’s almost imossible to focus when I can feel Beau’s eyes on me, hot and hungry.

Dad catches my eye from across the room and holds up the empty ice bucket. “More ice?” he mouths, and I nod, grateful for the distraction. I slip into the empty kitchen, the smell of roast beef and garlic permeating the air and making my stomach rumble. The freezer’s on the bottom of the fridge, and I bend over, rummaging through to find a bag of ice.

“Seeing you bent over like that makes me wish I could forget whose house we’re in,” says Beau, making me jump. I forget about the ice, closing the freezer, and before I can say a word, he’s closed the distance between us in just a few long strides, caging me in against the counter. His body presses into mine, my breasts flatting against his hard chest, his hand braced behind me on the counter. My heart is a hummingbird in my throat. Anyone could walk in and find us like this.

He leans down, his lips brushing my ear as he speaks in a low voice. “Do you know how many conversations I’ve had to pretend to pay attention to all while thinking about how badly I wish I could fuck you right now?”

I sigh. “I know. I’ve been doing the same thing. Everything goes in one ear and out the other because all I can think about is you.”

He presses his hips against me, and I can feel his cock, hard and thick.

“Later, sweet girl,” he promises, his voice husky. “Later, I’ll fuck you so hard and deep that you’ll feel me for days. That you’ll scream my name and score your nails down my back as you come. I’ll fill your gorgeous little cunt with so much cum that it drips out of you all night. I’ll kiss your sweet little clit until you come on my tongue like the good girl you are.”

I whimper, rubbing my thighs together as wetness floods my panties, making them stick to me. I’m throbbing, shaking.

“Yes, please,” I whisper. I want all of that, desperately. “Oh, god, Beau.” I’m trembling against him, my arousal taking over, the tease of being near him but not being able to touch him too much.

He presses a kiss to my temple. “I’ll spend all night taking care of that needy little cunt, Hailey. That’s Daddy’s job, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” I moan softly. “I’m so turned on right now that it hurts, Beau. I…I can’t even think straight. I don’t know how I’m going to get through the rest of the party.”

Beau steps back, heat shimmering in his eyes. “Meet me in your old bedroom in five minutes,” he says, his voice raw, and then he stalks out of the kitchen, leaving me dizzy and panting.

I manage to deliver the ice to my dad, my hands shaking and my voice cracking as I tell him I’m headed to the washroom. I practically run up the stairs, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum. I slip into my childhood bedroom, closing the door behind me.

Everything still looks the same as when I used to live here. Still the same soft pink walls. The same pink and white comforter on the bed, same white desk, same fairy lights hanging from the ceiling. On a whim, I decide to turn them on, and they emit a soft, warm glow. Framed pictures hang on the walls, along with school awards. The bookshelf still holds my prized collection of vampire romances. It feels like both yesterday and a million years ago that I used to live here.

The door opens and then clicks shut, and I turn to see Beau. He looks massive and completely out of place in this girlishly pink room. Holding my gaze, he reaches behind him and locks the door, the click of the lock sliding into place making my stomach dip and swirl. There’s so much lust and love in his gaze as he walks toward me that my knees might buckle under the intensity of it.

And then his mouth is on mine, kissing me hungrily. We both moan, giving in to what we’ve both been wanting, both been needing all night. The slide of his tongue against mine is delicious, making my toes curl and my pussy weep.

“Lie back on your bed, Hailey,” he says, his voice low and rough around the edges. “Spread your legs like a good girl. I’m gonna help you with that ache.”

Excitement pools in my belly as I do as he’s asked, my breathing ragged as I lie back on the pink and white comforter, the skirt of my dress riding up my thighs. Beau’s eyes are on me, devouring me, as he kneels at the foot of the bed. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my tights and peels them down, his knuckles brushing against my sensitive skin and making me shiver.

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs, kissing my inner thigh. “You’re already so wet for me, aren’t you?”

I nod, biting my lip to hold back a moan. Beau’s thick fingers trail up my inner thighs, his touch light and teasing. When he reaches my panties, he slides those down my legs, too, leaving me exposed. His thumbs slide up my outer lips, opening me up for him, and then he does the same with my inner lips, rubbing them gently between his calloused fingers.

“Look at you. You’re dripping for me. So worked up.”

He gives my clit one teasing stroke, and I whimper.

“Shhh,” he reminds me. “You have to stay quiet, sweet girl. Can you be quiet while Daddy makes you feel good?”

I feel a fresh trickle of moisture leak out of me, and I nod. I’ll do anything he asks right now as long as I get some relief.

Seven

Hailey

Beau’s head disappears between my thighs and he kisses my clit, then licks over it in a slow sweep. I bite down hard on my lip to stop myself from moaning, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. He licks and sucks my clit slowly, gently. He kisses me again, the feeling of his lips and tongue on me beyond perfect.

“You taste so fucking good, Hailey,” he whispers. “I could eat this sweet pussy all day.”

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