Chayton's Tempest (35 page)

sheen of sweat, but his motion was unending.

Who knew chopping wood was such a sexual turn-on?

Damn him!
Tempest dropped the log in her hand as a wave of

lust flew over her. She stared at the ground when his head

jerked toward her soft curse.

 
“You okay?” he asked, adjusting the piece of wood on

the stump before him.

“Fine. Just dropped one.” She glanced briefly at him and

smiled before turning back to the task at hand.

A groan slipped past her lips as he raked a hand

through his thick, black hair, wiped the sweat off his brow, and

got back to making her horny as shit. Just from something as

simple as cutting wood.

She took a break to grab a tray of lemonade and two

glasses from the cabin. She went back out and gave a sharp

whistle. When he looked at her, she tilted her head to the

objects in her hand.

“Take a break,” she ordered, setting the tray on the

porch rail.

Flipping the axe in his hand, he winked and set it on the

ground. “Yes, ma’am.”

She chuckled. Something about being with him felt so

right to her. She’d experienced the same feeling when he’d

been with her at her house.

“‘Yes, ma’am’, huh?” Tempest handed him a full glass of

lemonade. “Bet you say that to all the women who offer you a

cold drink.”

A handsome grin filled his face. “Nope. Only the ones I

like.”

She leaned against the rail and enjoyed the sun on her

skin. “Is that so?”

“That’s so,” he whispered in her ear before his lips

teased her skin.

Instead of responding, Tempest took a long, cool drink.

The man was danger personified. The wet liquid did nothing to

quench the fire grown from being in his presence.

Of course, neither did the fact he continued to nibble

along her exposed collarbone. His touch drove her wild; each

bite, lick, and suckle only heightened her awareness.

“James,” she moaned.

“Yes?” He never relented in his assault.

Tilting her head to the side, she shivered as
goosebumps

popped up all over her. “Please.”

His hand reached around her and removed the glass she

held, setting it somewhere. She wasn’t sure; her eyes were

closed.

He maneuvered her around so her belly pressed into the

rail, and his deft fingers undid her shorts and lowered them.

Tempest shook with need as she stepped out of them.

Maverick bit her shoulder lightly as he ripped her

panties off and drove two fingers home deep inside her wet

pussy in a single thrust. “So wet and so fucking tight,” he

whispered in a low timbre.

Tempest clenched around him, determined to keep him

inside of her. She arched against him and rode his fingers as his

thumb began teasing her clit. A whimper escaped and she felt

his heated skin press against the bared skin on her back.

“Please,” she begged, her body so tight and craving

release.

“You feel so damn good around me. But I want more.”

Pressing her ass into him further, she moaned in

agreement. “Yes.”

“Grab the rail, baby,” he crooned, nudging her legs

further apart.

Her fingers dug into the weather-worn wood and she

felt his hard erection poking her. She dropped her head

forward and bit her lower lip as his fingers withdrew from her

body. “James,” she cried, needing him back inside her.

“Your taste is intoxicating,” he purred before kissing her

neck.

She ground back against him, desperate for the fullness

only he could provide. He understood and she groaned in

pleasure when his thick erection entered her.

“Is that what you wanted, Tempest? Me deep inside

you?”

“Yes!” she wailed. Tempest brought her head back up

and stared out at something only she could see as he thrust.

 
“This is my pussy,” he growled in her ear.

She wanted to argue. She longed to verbally defy him,

but she couldn’t, not this second. If she opened her mouth, an

agreement would sail out, so she kept her mouth clamped shut.

“Tell me,” he commanded.

She shook her head in a violent refusal. He stopped

moving with only the head of his cock inside her.

“Tell me and I’ll fuck you like you want me to. Hard.

Fast. Deep.”

She whimpered as his words sent a pulse through her.

Her nipples tightened at the image they created. That was what

she craved.

“Fuck me,” she begged.

“Tell me what I want to hear,” he countered. “Whose

pussy is this?”

“Mine!” she spat defiantly. “It’s mine!”

He slammed into her, hard. “Wrong answer.” His voice

was deep and dangerous.

Her eyes fluttered. Her skin prickled. This was what she

wished for. “Yes,” she sighed.

“No.” His hands gripped her waist. “Tell me, Tempest.”

“I did,” she retorted, trying to wriggle her hips against

him. His hands prevented any movement on her part.

His hot breath fanned her face. “That wasn’t the right

answer.”

She dropped her head again, desperate to find the

euphoria she knew dangled just out of her reach. She released a

frustrated growl. “Maverick,” she warned.

“All it takes is one single word,” he tempted. “One word

and I’ll give you what you want. I know you’re so close. I feel

you tight around me, holding me in, clinging to my cock. Tell

me, and I’ll let you find it. I can get you there.”

Tempest swore.
Damn him for having so much power over

me. Why can’t I just tell him to leave me alone?

He pressed her harder against the rail and used one

hand to tweak a pebbled nipple. She gasped as more wetness

flooded her.

“Yours,” she whispered. “It’s yours.”

He tugged on her nipple and began moving slowly

within her. “I can’t hear you.”

“Yours,” she said on a pant.

Faster he moved. “Louder.”

“Yours! Damn you, James, this is your pussy!” she

hollered to the mountains.

“And don’t you
ever
forget it.” He released her breast

and pounded into her. “You are mine, Tempest. All of you.”

She didn’t answer. She couldn’t. His deep strokes took

her to the plane she longed for. With another scream, she came

with an intense rush. Her limbs shook as she felt him unload

deep within her body on a loud roar.

Tempest sagged against the rail and his body covered

hers. She could feel the tattoo of his heartbeat on her back.

“We need to get back to work,” she mumbled, still

struggling for breath.

“No. I think we need to continue this.” He pulled out of

her and turned her before removing her crop top and bra. Then

he shucked out of his pants and boxers. Lifting her, he walked

them over to the swing and sat down on the cushion. “Ride

me.”

It was late afternoon before they got back to working on

the woodpile. Maverick enjoyed the satisfied grin that seemed

to hover around Tempest’s mouth. He knew his was identical

to hers.

He’d convinced her to forgo the bra and panties, telling

her they just got in the way. So she just put on her top and

shorts so she could continue working. He still wore pants and

he’d put his boots back on.

Her full lips were pursed with concentration as she

diligently stacked the wood, making sure it would not topple

over. He shivered as he remembered those very lips bringing

him to an explosive orgasm not to long ago.

Like she could read his thoughts, she glanced up at him

with her stunning eyes and winked. “What are you staring at?”

she hollered over to him.

“The beautiful mother of my child.” He kicked the log

he prepared to cut over and slammed the axe home into the

wood; then, he strode over to her.

“Shouldn’t you be working over there?” she asked.

“Figured I’d come help you over here. We can get this

done and covered with a tarp before nightfall.”

She smiled at him and all the blood rushed from his

head down to his cock. “Okay. I’ll go grab the tarps and rope to

secure it.” She left for the cabin before he could say a word.

With a low groan, Maverick adjusted himself and

quickly placed his attention back on the stacks before him. It

wasn’t as if he hadn’t just had Tempest over and over for a few

hours. But his body acted as if he’d been away from her for

months.

He watched her step back out onto the porch and stop as

the afternoon sun hit her. Her hair moved gently in the wind

while she stood there. In one hand she had tarps and a bunch

of twine in the other.

As soon as his eyes finished traveling over her stunning

body, she moved again. It was almost as if she’d stopped just

for him. He grinned, knowing she wasn’t like that. Willing his

increasingly hard erection to calm down, he smiled at her as

she approached. His gaze honed in on the pointed tips of her

nipples that the yellow of her crop-top couldn’t hide. The shirt

shouldn’t be allowed in public with her wearing it. Then again,

everything she wore affected him.

“Here we go,” she said in an easy voice. “This should

take care of it.”

Maverick nodded. “Let’s just add another row and then

we can cover this one. The rest of the wood will fit on the other

stack over there.”

 
“Good.” She dropped the items and bent down to pick

up an armful of pieces. In doing so, she granted him an

unobstructed view of her breasts as they hung there.

“Jesus,” he muttered.

“You say something?” she asked, standing and moving

to the stack.

“No,” he said. Maverick turned and grabbed an armload

himself, needing to do something or he’d have her bent over

again and do
her
. Not that it would be a bad thing, but…he was

trying to not act like a randy teen.

“Okay.”

They worked in companionable silence for a while until

the final row had been placed up. Maverick walked around to

the end of the pile and shook open a tarp.

“Ready, Tempest?”

“Yep.”

She wiped her hands off on her shorts and grabbed the

end he offered. They walked from one side to the other until

the tarp was ready to be secured. Maverick made short work of

tying down the corners; and just as quickly, they had the

second tarp up and secured as well.

He grabbed her around the waist when she walked by

him, smiling at her squeal of joy. “Care for a swim, lovely

lady?”

She shuddered as he nuzzled her neck. “Sure. I stink of

sex and sweat.”

“I, for one, happen to like those scents on you,” he

mumbled, tickling her until she fell into a fit of giggles.