CHARMANE
I wish I could talk to someone right now. I need a bestie in my corner to give me advice. Preferably, the kind I need to hear even if I don’t want to. But Isla is the only true friend I have, and without any cell service up in the mountains, I’m shit out of luck.
Blaine’s been chopping wood for hours.
I’m still so confused by the way he reacted earlier. But maybe I shouldn’t be. We have one more night together. He can have all the sex with me he wants. When we get back to Three Rivers, that’s it. It’s over. He should be taking advantage of the situation, not avoiding me. The only thing he’s forfeiting after we’re rescued is his bragging rights. But he’ll be free to move on.
I hate the jealousy that courses through me at that thought.
I don’t want Blaine flirting with or touching another woman. Maybe he’s being honest about not having slept with anyone since he arrived in Three Rivers months ago. But now that he’s successfully conquered his biggest challenge, I’m sure that’ll change.
If there’s anything I’ve learned in my twenty-six years, it’s that once a playboy, always a playboy. I yearn to talk to Harvey, but I don’t want to be permanently traumatized by seeing him strut around his cabin naked. I try to focus on the book I brought, but even fiction can’t distract me now.
The cabin door bursts open and Blaine blazes inside. He shuts the door with such force I actual startle from my spot on the bed. He doesn’t look at me as he sheds his coat and boots.
“All done?” I ask.
He continues to ignore me as he undresses. Even sweaty, I’m breathless at how badly I want him. Blaine body’s is all rippling muscle. Everything about him massive. I gulp a swallow when his boxers come off and his erection springs free. Who knew chopping wood could make a man hard?
I push the book aside, yearning for him to come to me. To take me again. I’m fucking screwed when it comes to this man. I don’t care how badly this is going to sting once we get home. I still want him.
“Blaine?”
He turns to me, giving me a straight-on view of his naked body. My mouth waters at his throbbing length. For the first time in my life, I want to give a man a blowjob. I crave the idea of taking control over the untamable Blaine Stark. “What?” he practically barks at me.
It’s something in his tone that suffocates the meek woman in me and brings out a different side of me. An animalistic side. Two can play at this game. “Sit.”
“What?”
“Sit your ass in that chair.”
He looks toward the bathroom door for a few long seconds. “Charmane—”
“Sit in that chair so I can suck your cock, Blaine.” I’m bold in most areas of my life. In my job, with my customers, with anyone who wants to give me a hard time. But I’ve never been this bold in the bedroom. It’s as if Blaine is drawing out a primal side of me. “Do I have to repeat myself?”
His hard expression doesn’t change as he relents.
I kneel in front of the chair between his legs. There’s something so damn sexy about a man who’s been working hard with his hands that turns me on. The fact that he’s playing hard to get, or whatever the fuck he’s doing, only makes me more determined to take control.
I fist his cock, stroking his shaft.
He watches me intently.
I lean forward, taking his swollen head into my mouth. A zing of satisfaction shoots through me at his groan. I take him in deeper into my mouth, my other hand cupping his balls.
“Fuck, Charmane.”
Slickness builds between my legs as I suck his dick. One hand twists up and down his shaft as the other fondles his balls. With each moan, I push him deeper into my throat. His hand fists in my hair, quickening my pace.
“I’m going to come,” he says, as if it’s a warning.
I pause only long enough to say, “That’s the point.” I suck and twist until I feel his cock throbbing. Seconds later, he pumps his seed into the back of my throat. I swallow it all, not just turned on, but…more. Those damn emotions are building again. I push them away, sitting back on my legs to look Blaine in the eyes.
“Fuck, Charmane.”
I lick my lips, unable to hide the smug gleam in my eyes.
“I love you.”
I laugh at him. “That would be the blowjob talking.”
Blaine smirks, pushing out of his chair. He turns the shower on and hangs in the open doorway. “Think whatever you want, sweetheart. I already told you, you’re mine. Only mine.”