part0012

A fter calling the electric company, we found out that a tree had fallen and gone through a power cable. Most of the town is in darkness. Luckily, I’d had the savvy to collect some more firewood this morning to keep us stocked up. So we should be good for the night

Jesus Christ, have I tried.

I know I shouldn’t be having these kinds of thoughts or feelings about Holly, but I can’t seem to shake them or her.

I want her mouth. I want those luscious, plump lips more with each passing moment. I’d give the fucking air in my lungs for a single taste.

Usually, I have more control over my thoughts, but she makes me feel things I’ve never felt before.

She’s making me do things I’ve never done before.

Last night, having her body against mine, feeling her perky breasts press against my chest and her hard nipples poking me through the fabric. Hell. I was going insane. I want those beauties in my mouth, biting on her nipples and tasting her sweet skin until she was writhing beneath me.

After she’d gone to bed, I all but sprinted up to my room, desperate to relieve the ache she’d caused. Turning on my shower, I’d tugged on my cock until I came, squirting hot, white jets against the wall.

I’ve tried controlling my impure thoughts of her, but it’s getting worse the longer I’m around her.

I’m fucking doomed.

Everyone staying here has been given extra blankets, candles and battery-powered heaters to keep them warm. There wasn’t enough for everyone, so Holly and I agreed to camp out in front of the fire in the living room.

And that’s where we are now.

I poke at the fire with the brass poker, before hanging it back on the hook.

Holly’s huddled up on the couch, her book in hand.

I take a seat on the couch opposite and just watch her.

She’s so fucking beautiful.

I have no clue how she’s still single. If I were her age, I’d have snapped her up in an instant.

Unfortunately, I’m not her age and I don’t have that claim on her. She’s not meant for me, no matter how much I want her. Somehow, I have to reign these feelings in and lock them far away.

“You shouldn’t stare,” Holly mumbles, still reading her book.

“You shouldn’t be so beautiful.” So much for reigning it in.

Peering up at me, a small smile curving at her lips. “Who knew you were such a charmer.” She shuts her book. “I bet you give all the ladies that line.”

Licking my lips, I scratch my stubble. “Not a line and there’s no other women,” I tell her. “I’m stating a fact. You’re beautiful, Holly.”

Setting her book down, she lowers her feet to the floor. “Prove it.”

“You think I’m beautiful, yet you’re sitting as far away from me as you can physically get. If you think I’m beautiful, show me.”

Once again, my sweats tighten and my erections hard and ready for whatever she has to offer.

Except I can’t go there with her. I can’t fuck her. I can’t bury my cock inside her tight pussy, and drive into her until she’s crying out my name. I can’t give in to the way I want her, because she’s not mine.

“Make me yours.” Holly’s soft voice surrounds me as she stands from the couch.

“Yeah, you said it out loud,” she tells me, sauntering her sinfully sexy body toward me. “I’m right here, Nick. If you want me, take me.”

I take a deep breath, hating that these words are going to leave my mouth. “I can’t,” I croak.

“Because I’m a thirty-four year old man with no fucking business being with a girl almost half my age.”

For the first time in my life, I hate that I have to be the responsible one. All my life I’ve put others first, why can’t I put me first for a change?

Holly pins me with a look. An unknown emotion in her eyes. “That’s bullshit, and you know it. Age is just a number.”

My gaze snaps to hers. “It’s a pretty fucking big number.”

“You know, you don’t have to lie. If you don’t want me, all you have to do is say. I’m a grown woman, Nick. I can handle it,” she snaps, anger burning in her eyes.

Is she fucking serious? She thinks I don’t want her? I’ve been fighting my urges toward her since the goddamn day we met. I want nothing but her.

Now I’m fucking pissed. “You think I don’t want you?”

Grabbing her mug, she charges past and heads into the kitchen. “It’s fine, Nick. Really.”

It’s not fucking fine .

Launching off the couch, I chase her down. “Hey,” I bark, catching her wrist and pulling her into me. “Don’t tell me how I feel, Holly. You have no fucking clue what’s going on in my head.”

I laugh maniacally. “Trust me, sweetheart. If you knew the shit I think about on a daily basis, you’d run for the hills.”

“Do you want to know what I think?” Holly snatches her hand from my grip and I growl, not liking the distance. “I think you’re all bark and no bite. You say I’m beautiful, yet you won’t act on it. You say you want me, but you aren’t man enough to claim me.”

She struggles against me, trying to get away, but I refuse to let her.

Yanking her into me until our bodies slam together, I grab her ass and haul her into my arms. “This man enough for you?” I growl, going in for the kill.

Crashing my mouth to hers, I lick the seam of her lips, groaning when she pulls me closer. Moaning, Holly wraps her arms around my neck, and her legs around my waist. Walking us back toward the couch, I fall into the cushions, never once breaking the kiss.

Jesus, she tastes so good.

Better than anything I could’ve imagined.

She’s mine. Even if it is only for a few days.

I groan into her mouth when I feel the heat of her core against my sweats. Jesus.

“Nick,” she breathes, as I drag my mouth to her neck.

Cupping her nape, I devour her sweet skin, giving in to every urge I’ve been suppressing since she stormed into my life.

When I feel her hand palm my aching cock over my sweats, I groan audibly.

“Fuck, Holly,” I grit out, barely holding on. “Don’t. If you touch me I won’t be able to hold back.”

“Don’t hold back, Nick,” my little temptress purrs in my ear, stroking me. “Give me everything.”

I want that. God, do I want that. But I don’t think she’s ready to feel what she does to me. Not yet. Placing a hand over hers, I stop her. “Not tonight, sweetheart.”

“Why not?” she counters. “I want to feel you. All of you. Everywhere. And I want you to feel what you do to me.” Holly rocks her perfect center over my erection and I grunt in response.

“Baby...” I implore, gripping her hips and guiding her over me.

Pressing her tits against my chest, she licks my neck, killing me slowly. “Do you know why I couldn’t sleep last night? Why I was downstairs?” If her reason is anything like mine, I have a pretty good idea. “I was aching , Nick. Aching and dripping wet. For you.” Fuck. “You did that to me. I was so wound up, I touched myself wishing my fingers were your cock. I made myself come to thoughts of you barging into my room and fucking me like I know you’re desperate to do.”

I growl at the thought of sliding into her tight warmth. Feeling her pussy convulse around my hard cock.

Grabbing her by the back of her neck, I bring her so she’s a hairsbreadth away from my lips and grunt. “If I had come to your bedroom last night or any night before that, I wouldn’t have just fucked you, sweetheart. I would’ve fucking owned you.”