Smolder (Georgia Smoke #6)

• Twenty-Seven •

“I didn’t bring you all the way up here for a bear or wolf to get you.”

Sebastian

I’d been waiting for this, hoping I was wrong, but knowing she wasn’t one to be handled. She used her charm and savvy to get by in life, not ever coming against someone who could see right through her. The bed barely moved as she eased herself out of it slowly. It had taken her three hours to either work up the nerve to do it or she was just making sure I was in a dead sleep.

When she had been jealous of the reason behind my tattoo, there had been a moment when I thought I might be able to crack this shell she’d put around her since we’d arrived.

But she’d turned over and told me good night instead.

The barest whisper of her feet as she moved across the floor and to the stairs made me smile. If I wasn’t me—someone who had been raised to track, always be one step ahead, use the element of surprise—then she might have just pulled this off.

When she had sent me up to take a shower and insisted that she clean up the kitchen, I’d known exactly what she was up to. The fact that she didn’t leave then was interesting. She wouldn’t have gotten far—although the shower was running, I wasn’t in it; I was watching her. Standing back just far enough from the railing that the shadows hid me. When she found the key fob, I thought she’d take off, but she left them in the pocket of my coat and went back to the dishes.

I had gone to take a quick shower at that point.

Standing, I moved over the floor silently and was halfway down the stairs when she opened the door. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the railing.

“Brown bears and wolves,” I said, breaking the silence.

She jumped and let out a small scream.

“When the Hummer runs out of gas less than a mile from here, you’ll be stuck there. Walking back here or the twenty-plus miles to the nearest house, you’ll likely be mauled by a bear or become a wolf’s meal.”

She closed the door, and her shoulders fell before she turned around to look at me. It had been a decent plan. One I’d been prepared for. The fuel for the tank was locked away and hidden for when we would need it.

“I thought you were asleep,” she said.

“I couldn’t let you get killed, Ace. I didn’t bring you all the way up here for a bear or wolf to get you.”

She walked over to the coat rack and shrugged off my coat that had the key fob inside, then hung it back up.

The woman I’d paid to stock this place, including that little pink satin number on Royal’s body, needed a bonus.

“I don’t want to be here!” she snapped angrily, turning back to me.

I continued down the rest of the stairs and headed toward her. She wanted to be here. She just didn’t want to admit it. Stubborn, brave, strong-willed little beauty.

“What’s so wrong with here? You have food, heat, a comfortable bed, good company.”

The exasperated look on her face made me grin.

“One could argue about the good company part.”

I took another step toward her, expecting her to back up but she didn’t.

“You think so? Am I really that bad?”

She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at me. “Not everyone is charmed by your ridiculously handsome face.”

I could work with ridiculously handsome face . I took another step toward her. “And here I thought, it was my talent with carrying on an intelligent conversation. Next, are you going to say something about my body and make me feel like nothing more than eye candy?”

She narrowed her eyes as she studied me, she couldn’t tell if I was teasing her or not. When I was mere inches from her, I cupped the side of her face. I loved touching her. Seeing her skin flush even if she didn’t want it to.

“I told you not to touch me,” she said, trying to sound like she didn’t enjoy it.

“That’s hard for me to do. Especially when I have you all alone, in a remote cabin, dressed in pink satin. I keep thinking about how you tasted. Melted sugar, drizzled over a ripe peach. How sliding into you bare was the most incredible thing I’d ever experienced.”

My gaze dropped to her mouth. It was slightly open, and she was panting softly.

Just a little more.

I leaned down to press a kiss beside her ear. “I can take off your bottoms and bury my face between your legs while you orgasm over and over until you pass out,” I whispered, my tone husky, thinking about having her like that. Right now.

“I’d never hurt you,” I assured her, running my knuckles down the swell of her full tits that pressed against the satin top. “I just want to have you, take care of you, taste you, fuck you.” My hand slid over her ass, and I squeezed it, pulling her closer to me.

She let out a small cry, and those blue eyes stared up at me, glazed over with need. That was my girl. Right there. I picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around my waist while I strode purposefully toward the stairs.

Upstairs. Naked. All that golden hair spread out on the pillows. Mine.

“Sebastian.” She said my name, and I didn’t pause.

“Yes?”

“I’m scared.”

Fuck. I’d thought we had moved past that.

“The only thing you have to be scared of is that I won’t let you out of this bed. The things I’ve imagined doing to you …” I paused as we reached the top, then looked her in the eyes. “Please don’t be scared of me, Royal. I’m begging you. I can’t stand the idea of you fearing me.”

She pulled her bottom lip into her mouth, then let it go. I had plans for those lips and that mouth.

“That’s not what I mean. I … I feel too much with you already. You make me have these very strong reactions. I’ve never been jealous before but …” She paused and looked away from me. “I’m afraid the more we do this, the closer we get, the longer we are here … I think I could get addicted to you, very attached. I don’t trust myself with that.”

A smirk pulled on my lips and continued until we reached the bed and I set her down.

“Would it be such a bad thing?” I asked, thinking it sounded fucking perfect to me.

“Yes. It could be. I don’t know. You make me act crazy. What if … what if I become some clingy psycho you can’t get rid of when you tire of me?”

I threw back my head and let out a bark of laughter.

Her hand slapped at my chest. “That’s not funny!”

Oh, but it was. It was hilarious.

I ran the tip of my tongue over her bottom lip. Fuck, I wanted to suck on that.

“Tell me, is it my cock you’re worried about getting addicted to and going fatal attraction on me, or is it my mouth and what it does to your sweet cunt?”

She used both hands to shove at my chest. “I am serious.”

As much fun as this was, I was ready to get her naked. I slid a knuckle under her chin, tilting her head back slightly so she was looking me directly in the eyes.

“It would be hot,” I told her. “It turns me on that your much younger cunt is taking my dick. That I am sinking into a sexy, barely legal pussy and she wants it as much as I do. Is that twisted? Yeah, probably. But I don’t care.

“You’ve shown me sides of myself that I didn’t know I had. To get to have you, I am willing to do things I never imagined I’d do. So, yeah, baby, you just go and get addicted. Be clingy. Act psycho.” I kissed her lips as I stuck a hand between her thighs. “Because there is nothing on earth I want more than to make you happy. And if my dick can do that, then that’s just fucking magical.”

Shoving the crotch of her pajama bottoms and panties aside, I pressed the tip of my middle finger inside to find her soaked. Knowing I had done this to her, that she was creaming her panties because of me?

Yeah, bring on the crazy, baby.

I could handle it all and take care of my girl properly.

Her hands grabbed my biceps as she whimpered, opening her legs wider.

“Let’s get these off,” I said, removing my hand to grab the shorts and panties to extract them from her body.

She scooted back, bending her knees and letting her legs fall open fully.

Jesus Christ.

“Take the top off,” I ordered as I discarded my bottoms.

“I need you in me,” she said as she stared up at me pleadingly.

“You told me you had been tested, but not once asked if I had been. Yet here you are, opening up so sweet for me again.”

“Because you said you wouldn’t hurt me,” she panted.

“And I won’t,” I assured her. “I was going to lick that swollen little clit first and fuck you with my tongue.”

She shook her head. “I can’t wait. Please, Sebastian.”

My name coming from her lips for the first time when we were like this was a new trigger I hadn’t been prepared for. Grabbing my cock, I stroked it as I stared down at her glistening wet folds, open for me.

“Turn over and stick your ass in the air,” I told her, knowing if I had to look at her face, I’d not last long. Seeing her pleasure was something that set me off too quick.

She closed her legs and rolled onto her stomach, then pulled her knees under her. She slid them apart, giving me not only a clear view of one hole, but two. I wanted both of them. But right now, my girl needed her pussy filled.

Placing a knee on the bed, I moved in behind her, enjoying the soft skin on her hips, then ran my palms over her ass. “Fuck, I want to spank this ass,” I growled, squeezing it.

“Yes!” she moaned and shook it at me as an invitation.

With that one move, any control I’d held on to was gone.

My hand landed with a loud smack, causing the round bottom to jiggle. She cried out and taunted me again, shaking it.

Smack, smack, smack. I continued as she begged for more.

The seventh time I did it, she threw her head back and began to jerk as liquid sprayed out from between her legs.

I froze, watching her body shudder. Holy fuck.

The inside of her thighs was dripping all the way down to her knees, and there was a large wet spot on the covers beneath us. A deranged sound tore from me as I grabbed her hips and slammed into her.

“FUUUCK!”

“AH!” she screamed beneath me.

The gushing sound it made as I began to move in and out of the hot, tight hole was going to make me come just as quickly as her mouth on my cock had. Goddamn, I’d seen this happen on porn before, but never in real life. Until now, I’d thought it was fake. The squirters I’d fucked never did anything like that.

“Sebastian!” My name tore from her lips again.

Mine. Mine. Mine . That one word repeated in my head like a chant as I thrust into her over and over.

She tensed beneath me, and then her body jerked again as she made a low keening sound. Then, another hard spray shot all over my dick, almost pushing me out of her cunt.

“Sebastian! Oh God, Sebastian.” She was clawing at the sheets, her hands reaching in front of her.

The wet slap of our bodies drew my eyes down to where I was taking her. Seeing her last ejaculation all over my lower stomach and coating my cock as it sank into her caused my balls to draw up tight as I shouted out, continuing to pump into her while shooting my load inside her.

I couldn’t pull out even if I wanted to. The possessive beast inside my chest had me locking her in a vise grip as satisfaction ripped through me.