One moment he was enjoying the feel of being balls deep inside her for the first time, and the next, the base of his spine tingled, letting him know he was seconds away from coming.
He hated for their first time to end so quickly, there was nowhere he’d rather be than buried deep inside her cunt, but he had to move faster. Gritting his teeth, he kept his eyes on her face as he fucked her. Hard.
She inhaled sharply, and her eyes closed halfway in pleasure as he pounded into her body. It wasn’t long before he was done. He shoved inside her as far as he could get, regretting for the first time in his life that he wouldn’t be able to bathe a woman’s womb with his come, before he exploded.
Chappy saw stars. The world went black for a moment as the most intense pleasure he’d ever experienced swamped him. When he came to, he still had Carlise bent almost double, but her hands were running up and down his back soothingly.
Screw soothing. He wanted her as inside out as he felt. Moving, Chappy lowered her legs, but pulled her lower body closer as he knelt back on his heels.
“Riggs?”
“I need you to come again. On my cock this time.”
“How can you still be hard?” she asked incredulously.
“I’m not completely hard, but how could I not be, looking down at this beautiful body that’s all mine?” he asked. He brought a hand to her clit and began rubbing her, hard and fast, just the way he’d watched her do earlier.
Reaching between them, he scooped some of the juices that had leaked out of her body and used them to lubricate her clit. “Come for me, sweetheart. Let me feel you squeeze my cock.”
She jerked against him, and he smiled. Dirty talk really did turn her on.
“Riggs, that’s . . . oh crap!”
Her hips began to shake once again, as well as her thighs, and this time, instead of watching her face, Chappy couldn’t help but look down to where they were still connected. The sight of his cock buried inside her body was erotic and sexier than anything he’d seen in his life.
He couldn’t help but think of the time in the hopefully not-too-distant future when he’d be able to enter her bare. When he’d be able to fill her with his come and watch her belly grow round with their baby.
Damn. They hadn’t talked about children or anything close to what would happen after they left his cabin, but now that he’d had the thought, he couldn’t shake it. She’d be an excellent mother. Would be a beautiful pregnant woman. Their kids could run amok up here at the cabin, enjoying nature as much as he did. He’d have to expand, give them more rooms, but he could do that without a problem.
His thoughts were brought back to the present when Carlise cried out with her release. The feel of her rippling around his cock was indescribable. He was awestruck by this woman. She’d impressed him with her willingness to go with the flow, her adaptability, her kindness toward his friends . . . but now that they’d been as close as two people could be? She blew him away.
As soon as she finished shaking, Chappy reluctantly pulled out of her body. His cock was shiny with her juices, and it was almost painful to remove the condom. He left the bed to discard it but was back before she’d moved an inch. Smiling at the way she was sprawled on the mattress, Chappy straightened the blankets that had gotten tossed with their lovemaking and pulled her against his body after he joined her under the covers.
She immediately burrowed into him, one leg resting over his and an arm over his chest, pulling him close.
“Holy crap, Riggs. I’m boneless.”
He couldn’t help the satisfied smile that crept over his lips. “Same, honey.”
“I have some bad news for you, though,” she said nonchalantly.
He stiffened. “What?”
“I’m not going outside to start the generator so we can shower.”
Relaxing, Chappy chuckled. “I won’t ever ask you to, so you’re safe. I’ll do it.”
“Thank goodness.”
They lay together in lazy satisfaction for several minutes before Carlise propped her chin on his chest and looked up at him.
“What?” he asked when she didn’t say anything.
“I just . . . I don’t ever want to leave here. I want to live in this happy bubble forever.”
“Now you see why I like to come up here.”
“Yeah. It’s so quiet and peaceful.”
“As much as I want to keep you right here, in my bed, so I can make love to you every day, we can’t stay here forever,” he said gently.
“I know,” she said. “You have a life and a job you have to do in town. I just . . . I don’t want the real world to intrude on how happy I am right this second.”
“It won’t,” Chappy said firmly.
Carlise sighed. “As soon as you turn on my phone, it will.”
But he shook his head. “Nope. I’m gonna take care of that for you. No one’s gonna touch you, if I have anything to say about it.”
“You can’t promise that,” she said soberly. “I’m a pragmatic person. I can’t be with you every second of every day, no matter how much I might enjoy just that. Bad stuff happens. I’ve seen and lived it firsthand. But just knowing you want to keep me safe means the world to me.”
Chappy knew she was right. When he was leading groups on the AT, he was away from home for several days and nights at a time. And he could be on a tree job for hours. But luckily, this wasn’t the time of year when he had any trail hikes. He had time to figure out who the hell was stalking her and make sure they knew she was off limits from here on out. “You’ve got a good head on your shoulders. When things got too intense, you got yourself out of the situation,” he said after a moment.
“You mean I ran,” she said dryly.
“Yes. And put space between you and whoever was harassing you. It was the smart thing to do, Carlise. I mean that.”
She sighed. “I hope so. I hoped if he couldn’t find me, he’d lose interest.”
“Well, we’ll see if it worked in a little while. But first, I want to lie here and revel in the mellowness I’m feeling right now.”
“Two orgasms will do that to you,” she said, the satisfaction and pride easy to hear in her tone.
Chappy chuckled. “Yup. And for the record . . . that’s never happened before.”
“What? You having an orgasm?” she sassed.
He dug his fingers into her waist, tickling her, loving how she squealed and squirmed against him. Feeling her nipples against his bare skin, the brush of her pubic hair against his thigh . . . It was so intimate, and he couldn’t love her any more than he did right at that moment.
“No, smartass,” he said when they’d both settled again. “Me coming twice within such a short period of time. I’m addicted to you. Maybe in a year—or five or ten—I’ll have had you enough times to not feel so desperate that I have an immediate urge to come.”
She giggled against him. “Honestly, Riggs, it’s a compliment. I’ve never felt as sexy as I did with you kneeling over me, unable to hold back and having to come right then and there.”
“You are sexy,” he reassured her.
“I love you,” she whispered against his skin. “I know people aren’t going to understand how or why things between us have moved so fast, and I can’t explain it either. I just know that I was meant to be yours.”
Her words made Chappy’s eyes close in relief. And gratitude. “Same, sweetheart. Same.”
He started to roll on top of her again when something made him stop. He felt as if he was being watched. It wasn’t a feeling he’d ever discount, not after his military training and all that he’d been through.
Turning his head—he blinked.
Baxter was sitting next to the bed, staring at him with huge brown eyes.
“Crap,” Chappy swore.
“What? What’s wrong?” Carlise asked, sounding a little worried.
“Don’t panic. Nothing’s wrong. But your dog is staring at us.”
Carlise turned her head to look to the side of the bed, and he felt her chuckle against him. “Oh, so he’s my dog when he wants out?” she sassed.
“Nope. He’s always been your dog. He found you walking on that road, led you in the right direction, came and got me, and led me to you. He’s your dog, lock, stock, and barrel.”