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“You’re dripping, Abbi.” “Because I want you so badly.” “You made me come all the way out here, tonight. I was expecting to find you warm and naked in my bed. You made me wait,” he says calmly. “Maybe I should make you wait.” I rock my body against his hand in the same way I would against his cock if it were there. “Abbi,” he growls, earning my taunting laugh.
“You want that tonight?” I realize with a hint of nervousness. He hasn’t done that to me since that night in the truck, at that seedy bar. “Let’s be clear; I want everything, every night.”
“Oh my God, this is too intense.” His dark chuckle rattles in my chest. “Babe, I haven’t even started with intense.”
“Still good?” Henry murmurs, pushing my jacket and shirt up. He loves a good view. “Yes,” I manage to get out, my muscles involuntarily squeezing tightly. There’s so much lube on me that it’s not long before I feel the press of his knuckles against my skin. He’s all the way in. He folds over me to whisper into my ear, “Do you like it?” I pant at the pressure this new position has caused. “I like everything you do to me, Henry.”
“Everything?” “Everything.” “Did you like it when I fucked your ass?” “Yes,” I admit shyly. “Good.” He presses a kiss against my jawline, sending shivers through my core. “Because I’m going to do it now.”
“How come this way?” Working his jacket off me, he balls it up and sets it behind me. He lines my hips up with the edge and then guides me down to lie on the table. “Because it’s more intense this way. And I want to see your face.” He pushes against the back of my thighs until my legs are practically pressed against my chest. “I want to watch you scream.”
“This table is the perfect height,” he murmurs, his eyes flickering from my face to his target as he rubs the tip of his cock back and forth over the tight spot several times. “It’s like you built it for this very purpose.” “I am a forward thinker.” He smiles, his fingers spreading my cheeks apart. “Relax your muscles. Take a breath.”
“Do you really enjoy this?” I ask between panted breaths. He fixes me with an even stare. “I love it. And you will, too. But I need you to relax your muscles and let me in.” “Can you take your shirt off?” He smirks. “It’s a bit cold, Abbi.” “I want to see your body.”
“Don’t, Abbi. I want to hear you,” he demands. A thin sheen of sweat has formed across his muscular chest. “But someone else might hear.” “Good. Let them.” “What happened to keeping your private life private?” “Apparently some of my employees think I can’t satisfy my woman. Keep going, Abbi.”
Henry slams his cock into my ass. “You should see yourself right now.” I squeeze my eyes shut. “I don’t know if I could handle it.” “You could. You’d love it. Here.”
I suck in a breath as my muscles begin tightening around him, as my clit begins throbbing, as the urge to spread my legs as far as possible takes over. “So you like having a camera on your pussy.” Henry chuckles darkly. “Good to know. Here, watch this.” He hands me my phone. I gasp as I watch his beautiful swollen cock filling my ass, my slickened body stretching around it, accepting him, with each of his thrusts. The video is only fifteen seconds but watching it while he’s still fucking me there is all it takes for the familiar telltale tingle to begin in the base of my spine.
“So, was the toolshed as good as you imagined it would be?” I whisper. “Better. Way better. I didn’t have a bottle of lube in my version,” he murmurs, earning my giggle. “I need a shower now. I’m covered in it. I’m all slimy.”
“I’ll draw you a bath when we get back. I think certain parts of you are going to need it. I was pretty hard on you.” My body clenches around his cock, still deep inside me. “I liked it,” I admit shyly. “Especially that last part, when you added your hand.” “I had a feeling you would.”
“And I love that you’re so agreeable with everything I want to do for you.” “I love you.” I reach up to play with the ends of his brown hair. “But can you please get your dick out of my ass? It’s a little uncomfortable now.” He chuckles. “Sure. Give me a minute.” Very slowly and with care, he slides himself out of me.
Looping his arm around my waist, Henry leads me past them calmly, as if he doesn’t give a shit. He slows just long enough to press the bottle of lube into Ronan’s free hand. “Should be a little bit left for you,” he murmurs with a smile, just loud enough for Ronan and me to hear. We continue on.
“I know. How’d they get everything ready so fast, anyway? I mean, the regulatory stuff alone can take months.” “It’s amazing what an impatient tyrant with a pool full of money can accomplish.” Humor laces his words. “Henry....” “Don’t tell me not to be demanding on your behalf. I’ll never listen.”
“But you realize that you’re putting all this money and effort into something so small.” “You are getting every advantage. If it stays small, it’s because you wanted it to. Is that what you want?” “I don’t know. But —” “Have more faith in yourself, Abbi.”
“What’s wrong?” Suddenly he’s sitting upright, having pulled himself up with an impressive layer of muscle across his stomach. “Nothing’s wrong.” One hand curves around the back of my skull, the fingers of one hand weaving through mine while the other hand settles on my tailbone, pushing my body flush with his. “Everything is fucking perfect. You are perfect for me. How are you so perfect for me?”
notes. “I could never appreciate how nice it is in here. Not from this viewpoint anyway.” “You mean as a guest?” “Yes.” Henry unfolds his napkin and sets it on his lap. I follow suit. “Get used to it. You’re going to see places like this, and nicer than this.”
“I’m going to give you the world, Abigail Mitchell.” You already have, I feel like saying. “I don’t need the world, Henry. I just need you.”
“Well, you have me.” A small smirk curls his lips. “Bad temper and all.” I shrug playfully. “You’re not so bad.” “No?” “No. Not when I know how to ease that temper.”
He smiles. “But I wasn’t in a bad mood to begin with.” I decide now’s as good a time as any. “Why didn’t you tell me that your birthday is tomorrow?” The smile sours as his gaze wanders. “I guess I’ll need a new assistant after all,” he mutters dryly. “Don’t blame Miles. I asked him to tell me. Something I shouldn’t have had to do.” “You’ve never told me when yours is.” “I don’t have to. I’m sure you already—” “March 3.”
water. “Birthdays have never been a big deal in our family.” “Never?” Even Mama, for all she is, always made sure everyone and their dog knew it was my happy birthday. “My grandmother always made sure we had a cake.” He smiles wistfully. “The woman had all the money in the world to buy one and yet she’d always take the time to bake it. She used those boxed mixes, too. They were the best. After she died... it’s just any other day.”
“That’s sad.” “That was my world.” “Well, not anymore it’s not. So what do you want?” “Your mouth around my cock,” he says without missing a beat. “Henry!”
“Well, that can easily be arranged. But what else do you want?” He sighs heavily. “Nothing. I’m in Alaska with you. It’s all I could ask for right now. Seriously.”
I raise a hand up and over, hooking it around the back of his head. “I don’t want it rough tonight, Henry.” “It won’t be rough tonight,” he promises.
“Who do you think will last longer? The northern lights or me?” Henry murmurs tauntingly. They’ve already started to fade. I close my eyes, feeling another rush into my lower belly. “You, babe. Definitely you.” “Do you want to come?” “God, yes.”
I twist back to kiss him tenderly. “Thank you for tonight.” Henry sighs against my mouth. “We’ll do it again next year. Deal?” I smile. “Deal... wait. What time is it?” “No idea.” I reach for my phone, cast aside earlier. “It’s after midnight. It’s your birthday.”
“Happy birthday,” I whisper against his lips, pulling his bottom lip playfully between my teeth. He grins. “Is that what you got me? A birthday fuck?” “More than one, if you’re lucky.” I chuckle. “I love you, Henry.” He pauses. “Every time you say those words, I can actually feel them inside me.” I smile. “I know exactly what you mean.”
“And when you look at me like that....” His gaze skates over my face. “You are the gift that I didn’t realize I wanted. That I needed. I love you, Abbi.”
I pluck a croissant off a platter and begin pulling it apart. “Fine. I’ll just be here, waiting....” I let the ends of my white robe fall apart, exposing my nakedness beneath, fresh from our shower together. “Jesus Christ, Abbi. We’ve already fucked three times today and it’s only 8:00 a.m.,”
“You know, I think your friend Ronan may be right. I might not be enough to satisfy your needs.” “You’re right. Maybe I need two men,” I quip, earning a flat look. “And I didn’t hear you complaining this morning.” “Believe me, you will never hear me complain about waking up to my dick in your mouth.”
“You have a team of five-star world-famous chefs and sous chefs slaving over there in the kitchen, who will whip you up the fanciest cake you could ever imagine with the snap of your little fingers, and you’re making him a Duncan Hines cake mix cake?” I smile. “Yes.” “Because his grandmother baked him cakes here.” “Yes.”
Connor frowns. “You want him to think of his grandmother when he looks at you? Is that what Wolf is into?” “No! You weirdo!” I launch the box at him, missing completely. “He’ll love it,” Ronan calls out.
“Are we good?” “Yeah, we’re good.” “What was all that about the other night?” He strikes a match and sets it inside. “Nothing.” “Didn’t sound like nothing.” I tear open the cake mix package and dump it into the bowl the kitchen supplied me with. “Henry thinks you have feelings for me. I told him we’re just friends,” I say as casually as possible. Ronan says nothing. “I’m right... right?” “We’re just friends.” He sighs, resting his palms on the top of the woodstove. “And yeah, I have feelings for you.”
My stomach tightens. “What kind of feelings?” “The kind I don’t want.”
“Since when?” “I don’t know, but I didn’t realize it until you came back.” Finally, I dare look up, to find those piercing green eyes on me. I release a shaky breath. “Ronan, I’m madly in love with Henry. I—” “I know. I’m not asking for anything, or expecting anything. You asked, so I’m telling you.”
catch the smirk curling his lips. “What’s that for?” “Handing that lube to me the other night?” He shakes his head. “One hell of a move. That motherfucker crushed me with that one.”
Henry went into a mine. A mine collapsed on Henry. Henry might be dead. I can’t breathe.
If Henry is dead....
He grunts as I plow into his chest. “Hey... it’s okay. I’m okay.” Warm, strong arms wrap around me, pulling me tight into him as my tears flow freely. “I thought you were dead. I thought I’d lost you.” “No. Shhh....” He strokes my hair and presses his lips to my forehead. “I’m right here.” “I wanted to go and help but they wouldn’t let me.” “Good, because I would have fired every last one of them if I found you on that site when I came up,”
“So... Ronan went down there?” I say, dumbfounded. “But Ronan’s claustrophobic.” Surprise flashes in Henry’s face and his gaze flashes in their direction. “Well, it was definitely ballsy as fuck. There was nothing to say that another quake wouldn’t hit and bury them, or that the shaft wouldn’t collapse as soon as it was disturbed, or that the miner knew what the hell he was talking about. If they didn’t go down, I’d still be stuck in the mine.” He shakes his head. “I never thought I’d be so happy to see those two jackasses in my life.”
Henry’s alive. And safe. And I owe it all to Ronan and Connor. I rush for them. “Has anyone ever told you that being your friend is hazardous to—” Connor’s quip is cut off with a grunt as I barrel into his chest. “Thank you.” “Thank him. He’s the nutcase that made me go down in there.”
“I thought about this. About being with you. About being inside you. About your arms around me.” He reaches between us to fit himself into my entrance. “It’s all I thought about. It’s all I wanted. I didn’t care about the hotel or my money or anything. Just this. Just you.”
“How do you get me like no one else gets me?” he asks softly. “How do you know what I need like no one else does, like even I don’t? I can read you inside out and yet you surprise me constantly. How do you do that?” He looks genuinely baffled.
“I don’t know, but I promise I’ll keep trying to do it every single day that you let me.”
“We’re making new memories here, aren’t we?”
“We are just waiting on two more.” “Two more?” “Yes. Connor and Ronan.” “You invited Connor and Ronan?” Henry asks in an overly calm voice. “And why exactly did you do that?” She frowns at him. “Because they saved your life, of course. Stop being ridiculous, Henry.” “So it has nothing to do with any stories Abbi might have told you?” He stares expectantly at her. “Absolutely not. Why? Does that bother you?” “Doesn’t bother me.” He looks down at me. “Does it bother you, Abbi? If Margo is planning on fucking both of your friends tonight?”
“I’d rather she do it tonight and not while on this excursion. Might frighten the bears.”
shoulder. “I’m sure it’ll be worth every second of fear.” Henry and me in bed. With Ronan. Margo’s words linger. She’s right, Ronan is an attentive lover. So is Henry. Ronan and Henry? Their hands, their mouths... their cocks. All over me. Inside me. It’s a fantasy I shouldn’t even allow—I love Henry! And yet heat begins to pool in between my legs the second the thought enters my mind.
