Page 64 of Wretched Soul
I hang down my head, and as I look back through my legs, I see Shade push his pants down to his knees. I shiver as I wait for him to grab hold of me again, then watch his legs rocking slightly.
“Are you stroking yourself?”
“Just warming my hands for you,” he replies pointedly.
My bare hands are in the snow, and I look at my discarded gloves. “If you take much longer, I’m going to–”
I don’t get to finish that thought because Shade’s hand is between my legs. Admittedly, his fingers are warmer than they were before, and I rock against him as he slides his pointer finger through my center to my clit.
Pursing my lips, I hum out my pleasure as he draws circles around my swollen bundle of nerves with the perfect amount of pressure. My back arches as I welcome the heat that’s building between my legs and coiling around my core.
When he flicks his finger over my clit, I rear back, seeking him out. “I need you inside me,” I moan.
“Good, because I need to be inside you.”
His hand withdraws, then I feel him run the head of his cock down the crack of my ass. I push backwards, and he seats himself at my entrance. He grips my hips as he slips inside me an inch, stretching me and warming me, but not filling me nearly enough.
I splay my hands on the slippery ground so I can take what’s coming.
And then his cell phone starts ringing. His grip tightens on my hips and I think he’s going to ignore it, but then he lifts a hand off my hip.
I turn to look over my shoulder. “Shade, no. You can’t stop,” I plead.
He doesn’t look at me as he slips a hand into his inside pocket. “I just need to check who it is.”
Personally, I don’t care who the hell it is. I slide back further onto his cock, and squeeze the walls of my pussy hard enough to make Shade groan. He felt that, but he still checks his damn phone.
He meets my pleading gaze. “Sorry, I have to answer it,” he says with clear regret as he pulls out of me.
Before I can come up with a counter argument, he connects the call. “Hey,” is all he says in greeting as he shuffles back so he’s no longer kneeling on my pants and I’m free to move.
I’m trying to decide if I should wait in this position, or get up when Shade makes the decision for me.
“Fuck. You’re sure?” he says, rising to his feet and fixing his clothes as he listens to whoever’s talking. “OK, give me two hours to get to a pick-up point. I’ll send the address.”
Two hours? It’s not only the interruption of hot sex in the snow that causes me to freeze. Someone has just poured cold water over our entire weekend. Tears well in my eyes as I stand. I don’t look at Shade as I fix my clothes ready for our return to the lodge, and he doesn’t say anything until he’s tapped out the message he promised to send.
“I’m sorry, Lily,” he says, noticing my tears for the first time. “We have to leave.”
“So I figured,” I say with a sniff. “Who was that?”
“One of my brothers. I’m needed elsewhere.”
“Is it important?”
He pauses as if the answer is a complex one. “It’s important to be with my brothers right now, so yes. And we need to get moving. I’m going to get picked up at the motel where you left your car.”
It’s progress that he’s sharing that much with me, but as I wait for an explanation as to why he’s leaving, he simply looks away. “That’s it? That’s all you’re giving me?” I ask, the first tendrils of anger tightening around my throat.
“That’s all I can give you,” he replies tightly.
I shake my head. “No, it’s all you choose to give me, Shade. There’s a difference, and this game of yours is starting to lose its appeal pretty fucking fast.”
Shade takes my hand, but it’s not a gesture of intimacy. He simply wants to drag me back to the lodge. I pull away from his grip as soon as we start walking.
“I can manage fine on my own,” I snap, stomping ahead.
Shade and his long legs have no problem keeping up with me. “Lily, I wouldn’t be doing this if there was any other choice. I can take you away another time.”
