Page 69 of The Last Resort
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
She woke him with tender kisses just as the sun was rising, and to Rachel’s delight, Matthew gave her exactly what she needed. He rolled her onto her back and, lifting her T-shirt, sought her nearest nipple and gave it the attention it craved. The teasing brush of his tongue soon had her begging for more.
Her fingers speared into his hair. She’d missed him, missed these slow mornings of love making.
“I should have stolen you away and brought you here earlier,” he murmured, shifting from licking to pulling his teeth over her hardened buds. Matthew was a master of giving just the right amount of pleasure and pain.
She didn’t do angry sex, and this was the first morning Rachel had woken feeling both rested and calm. “You can thank the mama bear for bringing me to my senses.”
He shifted higher in the bed, and Rachel’s greedy hands reached for treasure. She grinned up at him as she took hold of his cock and gave it a gentle, but firm, tug. “I’m hungry this morning. And you are what I want. Be a good boy, Mister Royal, and let me feast.”
As soon as he rolled over and flopped onto the bed, Rachel seized her chance. Kicking off the duvet, she knelt between Matthew’s legs, stroking her fingers up and down his firm, muscled thighs. “Have I told you how much I love your legs? I’m a sucker for dark hair,” she purred.
“Is that all you’re a sucker for?” he teased.
“Oh no. I like other things too. Your fleshy toy, Mini Matt is my favorite.”
Matthew’s chest rumbled with a deep laugh. “Mini Matt, hey? Whatever works for you, Rach. Just as long as he’s your favorite, and you give him lots of special kisses.”
“He is my favorite, and I think he needs a special kiss right now.” With one hand holding him, she bent and wrapped her lips around the head of Matthew’s cock. His hips bucked off the mattress and he groaned. “Oh, god that’s so good … oh.”
She set to work, licking and teasing, until he finally grabbed at her hair, and begged for mercy. “Bedside drawer, please, Rachel.”
Grabbing a condom, she ripped the packet open and rolled it over his erection. Sitting back on her haunches she admired her handiwork. “You are a beautifully built man, Matthew. A girl could very well get spoiled spending her nights in your bed.”
“Rachel, you’re killing me.”
She grinned at him, sensing his need for release. Lifting her T-shirt over her head, she teased him with a full view of her breasts. Brushing her fingertips over her nipples had him sighing with unsated desire. On a gruff command he reached for her. “Come here.”
Rachel was on her back and Matthew was crawling over her before she knew what had happened. As he parted her soft folds, and sunk home, he claimed her mouth with a long, deep kiss. Her fingers dug into his hips, urging him on.Thrust for thrust she met him, as they climbed the mountain of pleasure together. Her soft cry of release soon echoed in the room followed by his groan of ecstasy. Her body was still thrumming with pleasure as he collapsed over her.
Rachel smiled as a panting Matthew whispered in her ear.
“You will spend every night in my bed, from now on. Every night.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
He made them both a hearty breakfast which included two large cups of coffee along with some of his grilled cheese sandwiches. This morning they were going to continue with their formal inspection of the lodge and sign off on what was worth keeping, and what couldn’t be salvaged. A new roof was going to cost some serious money, hopefully they could find savings elsewhere.
They started in the lobby.
The grit under his feet crunched and Matthew glanced up. He shook his head and muttered. “It doesn’t make sense.”
Rachel, who was busy adding notes to the design app on her iPad, came to stand beside him. “What doesn’t?”
Matthew pointed to the broken pieces of glass and rubble scattered about the floor. “I can’t figure out where all this stuff comes from. If it’s fallen from the ceiling, then there should be holes up above us. And the broken bits of glass.” He shrugged.
“And the vapes?”
“Yes, the vapes. Who and how were people getting in here?”
Confession time.
They’d shared a wonderful night and early morning together in his bed, so continuing to keep the truth about the lodge from Matthew wasn’t fair. Rachel wondered how he would react to what she had to say.
Here goes. Time to rip this band aid off.
“Who—well that was usually Dan, if he knew you were coming. How— he has his own set of keys. The bit you are missing is the why.”
