Page 20 of Holiday Scars
“Christ,” I hold his head and thrust my dick all the way in his mouth, his wet lips taking all of me.
Heat shoots down my spine, and my asshole contracts. Everything pulses as I empty down his beautiful throat. Fuck, there’s so much. I’m almost embarrassed.
Jett takes every damn drop, swallowing me.
Shuddering and heart ready to explode, I pull out and drop to the floor. “You’ve got to be kidding me. There’s no way that was your first blow job.”
Jett grips my face. “Calling me a liar?”
I laugh and kiss him, loving the salt on his lips from my release. “Yeah, I am.”
“It was you. That’s why it was so good for me.”
“Good answer.” I stand up and pull him up, too. “I need to sleep. And to recharge. I’ve got a lot more for you, baby.”
“I’m counting on it,” he says, and lets me lead him to bed.
CHAPTER TEN
Jett
I wake up when Blade rolls out of bed. But not before he kisses me.
“I need coffee,” he says, and leaves the room, tracking down the scent.
I groan and pull the blankets up because it’s fucking cold. With Blade gone, I stare at the ceiling, listening to the cabin creak around me from a brisk wind common up here in the mountains.
Every nerve feels alive. Raw and aware. Last night wasn’t supposed to happen. Or maybe it was. I don’t even know whatsupposed tomeans anymore.
I got my dick sucked by a man and gave my first blowjob. Both firsts with Blade.
The thought tightens my chest until I can’t breathe. I remember his lips around my dick and how he groaned when he fucked my face. But it felt safe. How dangerous is that? To let down my guard and feel safe with a man.
I pull on my jeans and walk into the main room. A note sits on the counter in Dirk’s handwriting.
Big, sloppy letters read:
“Last minute spa day with Hana. Be back late. Don’t burn the place down, you two.”
Oh, now that we’re alone, it’s going to be on fire.
I’m staring at the note when Blade walks in from outside carrying firewood, and my pulse jumps in my throat. He’s barefoot, shirtless, and his jeans hang so low I can see the V of his hips.
He sets the wood in the basket and stokes what’s left of the fire Dirk must have set up before he and Hana left.
Blade grins when he notices me. “See the note?”
His sexy tone slides down my spine like a match strike. The mischief tells me he doesn’t care that his best friend dumped him to spend the day getting a couple’s massage with his woman.
I try for neutral, but it comes out rough. “Figures Hana wouldn’t be into our survival game.”
Blade’s grin widens. “Guess that leaves just us.”
He steps closer, and I shiver at the thought of him touching me again. His fingers find my throat, not rough, just tight enough to test me.
The empty cabin intensifies the sound of our breathing. The heat rolling off Blade and the way he doesn’t hesitate to drag his mouth to mine make my legs wobble a little because there is nothing to hold him back. He can do anything to me.
The kiss is hard, his fingers digging into my neck just enough to make me feel claimed. This is the kind of kiss that reminds me how easy it would be to lose control.
