I should smack him again. Or gasp and clutch my proverbial pearls in outrage. I didn’t do either of those things. I did as he commanded, settling on the wood floor before him and opening up his jeans, so his dick bobbed free, an inch from my face.
I wanted him in my mouth. Needed it. Because when I licked the flared crown and a bead of pre-cum appeared, I felt powerful. I made him hard. Made him slap the to-go cup on the table and tangle his fingers in my hair. I did this to a SEAL, a huge mountain man.
Me, little Indigo Buchanan.
“Fuck. Indi,” he hissed as I took as much of him as I could. “My little slut. Yes. Suck me down, but know, I’m coming in that pussy.”
Chapter
Ten
FORD
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Yoga pants were invented by Satan. Not only did they make a man think of sin, but tortured him and his balls mercilessly as well. I let Indi lead the way up the mountain because she knew these hills like the streets of Sparks. At first, I’d smiled to myself, able to watch her taut ass as we went. But as the miles went on, it was becoming impossible not to bend her over a boulder, tug down that tight, form-fitting material and spank her ass for being such a tease.
It wasn’t her fault. It was the devil and the inventors of spandex. Although her ass was perfect bare, too. I’d cupped and gripped it as we’d fucked the day before. And last night. And this morning.
So I knew that there was a small mole on her right cheek. I knew that muscular flesh jiggled when I spanked it. I knew what it looked like when my cock disappeared into her pussy when I took her from behind.
And now we were three miles from the trailhead on a perfect summer morning, and all my dick wanted to do was get inside her again. We’d decided to go on a hike because we needed to get out of her house. Away from her bed. Except it was pretty much impossible to keep my hands off her. To keep my dick from getting hard around her. Or thinking about her.
Now that she was mine, I was insatiable. And thank fuck, so was she.
She glanced at me over her shoulder and caught me staring. Again. She smirked.
“I’m only a man, Blue,” I grumbled.
She stopped and spun about. Since the angle of the trail was steep, with her above me, we were eye to eye. For a rugged climb, she wasn’t even breathing hard. We were far enough in on this harder trail that we’d left any tourists far behind.
“Sure, mountain man,” she said, then cupped my jaw, running her thumb over my beard. “Whatever you say.”
I liked this side of Indi. Playful. Light. Open. It could be the sex. Yes, it was definitely the sex, but she was softer. Hell, she didn’t hate me. If giving her as much dick as she wanted made that happen, I’d take one for the team.
“I like your beard,” she admitted.
I cocked my head to the side and studied her. Took in the freckles across her nose. The soft arch of her brows. I’d never been able to study her this closely before. Because she hadn’t been mine.
“Didn’t want to stick with the short military look?” she asked.
She didn’t know it, but oftentimes, the team had to let our hair grow out. Our beards too, as part of our missions. Except I’d let it grow in this time because I’d been kicked out and hadn’t given a shit about rules and regs. I hadn’t given a shit about much of anything except making things right. Now… I gave a shit about this woman.
I shrugged and played off all my feelings as nothing. “Too much work.”
She laughed. “A buzz cut? Too much work?”
“I don’t see a barber all that often now. Besides, the beard’s warmer in the winter.”
“You look… like a mountain man.”
“So you said,” I murmured, taking the time to stroke back her hair, sliding over the braid and taking hold of the ends and playing with the soft strands below the hair tie. I was mesmerized by the silky feel. The color.
“Why’d you leave?” she asked. A bird crowed nearby, and the wind whipped through the pines.
At first, I didn’t know what she was talking about. She stayed quiet, and I lifted my gaze to meet hers. “Leave?”
“The Navy. You and Buck were in it for life. I mean, you planned to join up when you were what… ten?”
“Twelve,” I said. It was the year after I moved in with my grandparents. “Gramps told me about his time in Vietnam. Same with your grandfather. I remember him.”
“Pop Pop,” she whispered and gave a small smile. “He always had candy in his shirt pocket.”