Page 41 of Cabin Fever Baby
“It is when you’re mid-level.” And unhappy in that mid-level. It felt as if I was pushing paper and getting more boxed in with every single new client. Don’t go too big. Don’t get too creative. Keep in lockstep with all the other brands out there.
She went onto her toes and kissed me. “Where did you go?”
I shook off the thoughts of work. I was shaking off the stress and straps of my job. I’d prefer to keep to the fantasy of this cabin and the snow that kept everyone out right now. “Reality isn’t something I want to think about right now. You?” I tucked my fingertips under the frilly hem of her camisole and trailed circles along the dip in her lower back.
“Reality can wait.” She looped her arms around my neck. She smelled of nutmeg and cinnamon. Of sugar and butter and herindefinable ocean and lemon scent. Something I wouldn’t grow tired of anytime soon.
I lowered my mouth to hers, wrapping my arms around her back and lifting her onto the counter.
“Hudson, the cookies!”
I laughed. “I’ll make more. In fact...” I lifted the piping bag. “Tug down your shirt, Angel.”
She licked her lips and flipped the strap of her shirt off her shoulder, revealing her soft breast. I brought the piping bag to the swell of her breast and drew a smile line under her nipple then traced pink around her soft rose-colored areola.
“Oops, not a perfect circle.” I lowered my mouth to flick my tongue over her satiny skin. Her nipple tightened as I drew it deeper into my mouth, flicking the tip of my tongue along the heaviest of the icing.
Her hands gripped the edge of the counter. “Hudson, you don’t play fair.”
“Isn’t that how this all started? You didn’t play fair. Now it’s just quid pro quo.” I straightened and lifted the bag again. I took my time circling around the widest part of her nipple and then the center. Her flesh so warm the icing instantly started melting. I swiped my finger through the icing and lifted it to her mouth. “Taste?”
As her mouth opened, her tongue swiped over the pad of my finger and my cock instantly came on board with whatever game we played. She closed her lips around my finger and sucked.
I threw the bag aside and scooped her off the counter and carted her back into the living room. I laid her out under the tree where the velvet skirt stretched out over the rug. She arched up as I cleaned off the rest of the icing from her breast and I shoved down her pants to get to her already wet pussy.
She threaded her fingers through my hair and dragged me back up to her mouth. “So fucking sensitive still.”
Gently, I played along the swollen center of her. She hissed and then she sighed as I dipped one finger then another inside her heat. “But so wet. Can you take me again?”
“Yes,” she said with a hungry groan. “Inside me again.” She reached above her head to the magic basket. “One left.”
“We’re going to have to start putting bowls of them around the room.”
She laughed and tugged at the drawstrings of my sweats. “I wasn’t planning a marathon, sir.”
My cock jumped again as her cool fingers lightly danced over my shaft before her grip made me groan. “How much can we bribe some idiot kid to walk from town with another bag full of them?”
“Not sure there’s an app for that.” She dragged her thumb along the crown of my shaft and I tipped my head back, pushing myself harder into her hand.
“There should be,” I growled and rolled onto my back, dragging her on top of me. “Ride me, Angel. Let me watch you in the lights.”
She wiggled out of her pants and kicked out of the fuzzy socks, crawling between my thighs to straddle me. The tip of her tongue poking through her teeth as she rolled the latex down me ever so slowly before she covered me with her skin. With the heat I was rapidly becoming addicted to.
“Ocean.” I breathed into her neck as I rose to meet her, my arms banded around her. “Angel.”
She rode me in the dim lights of the tree, and I wondered if she was very right about being worried about us and our short time together. I already craved her.
I lifted my hips to meet her frenzied rocking, both of us stretching for that end goal where dark and light crashed into one another. Where our skin and breath and sweat let us finally topple over the edge.
I caught her close to me as she shuddered around me.
As our skin cooled and the eerie orange of swollen clouds stared down at us through the windows, I marshaled my strength to get off the floor. I was definitely getting too old for this. Especially when there was a very nice bed upstairs waiting for us.
I helped her up off the floor and laughed as she had to twist her shirt around three times to get it on her. I couldn’t say I minded the show.
Ocean snatched a huge sweater off the couch near the back door. “I want to go outside for a minute.”
My eyebrows climbed up my forehead, aiming into the rafters. “You do see the mountain of snow out there, don’t you?”