All To Myself Page 6

  “That sounds so solemn. Now I feel bad for turning my nose up at the tent.”

  “You can make it up to me.”

  For the rest of the drive, chit chat was broken by short but comfortable silences. She placed her hand over his and enjoyed his company. She could have rested her head on his shoulder and drifted off into sleep with the sound of his voice surrounding her and the warmth of his body through his clothes.

  “It’s up here somewhere,” he said and put all of his attention onto the road. He stopped and glanced back with a scowl. “I think I may have passed it. Damn it. I should have put a marker at the end of the driveway or something.”

  This went on for ten minutes. His frustration was plain, but as Rory laughed at his repeated failures he had nothing for her but a smile.

  “Are you sure we’re even on the right end of the island?” she asked, a little concerned as the bumpy road jostled her.

  “I know east from west,” he growled, then barked with laughter. “Can you imagine if I did that, though? How many people would you tell?”

  “Everyone--not so fast, please. I’m a little worried there’s a cliff at the end of this road.”

  His arm shot out and he pointed to something on the side of the road. “There. I knew this was it. I remember those buoys hanging from that post. Right around this corner is an overturned boat that’s rotting.”

  Noah sounded so excited she didn’t have the heart in her to make fun of him. Sure enough, the grey-brown remnants of an old dory appeared in the headlights. He maneuvered the SUV around until the lights hit a clearing, and then he cut the engine.

  He took her hand. “Promise you won’t think me less manly for buying a pop-up tent.”

  “I actually applaud that decision, because you wouldn’t get any help from me putting a tent up at this hour. We’d end up sleeping in the backseat.”

  Her heart fluttered a little when he kissed her knuckles, and the sensation moved down to her stomach as they got out of the SUV. As he set up the tent, she happily unloaded the rest of the gear. He’d gone all out with sleeping pads and folding furniture, a small stove and kettle, and a load of groceries.

  “You know we’re not in the middle of nowhere, right?” she joked about the amount of gear as he ran the air pump from the tent to the adapter in the car.

  “Did it ever occur to you that maybe I want to keep you zipped up in the tent as long as I can tomorrow morning?”

  No grinning. No laughing as her face caught fire. He leaned into the truck and hid himself from her as his words settle over her.

  When the tent was in order, Noah set up the table and chairs and produced a cooler from the rear of the SUV. They listened to the radio as they fed on grocery store subs and salads, slurped tall boys, and watched the lights winking in the distance. They talked about their families, their childhoods, and their aspirations. Rory smiled as he thought out loud about his plans for this pretty little spot he had bought. He wanted to live here. He wanted to work here. Overnight he had gone from a terrible student to a man with a plan – cottages and a cafe, an ice cream stand and boat rentals, and on and on he built this dream before her eyes.

  “What about you?” he asked suddenly. “What do you want?”

  She shook her head. “I just want to go be able to pay the bills and have a little left over for some fun.”

  “You must want more than that.”

  “Well, yeah, I’d like to be fantastically wealthy, but I’d settle for a little bit of what’s my own.” She paused, squirming a little under his dubious gaze. “Okay, so maybe I’d like to travel a little. I’ve never been anywhere, except for school trips. I’m not talking about lying on a beach in Mexico, or even somewhere exotic.”

  He leaned forward in his seat, grinning as he clutched his beer in both hands. “Where would you want to go? If a plane landed here right now and offered to take you anywhere, where would that be?”

  “Oooh, I think my first stop would be Iceland,” she said, and laughed as he raised a questioning brow. “I saw a movie a few years ago that was set in Iceland. I want to go to Iceland and drive down a country road and see those little ponies they have.”

  “Ponies,” he said, laughing, and took a sip of his beer. “You are a funny woman, Rory. Hey, what is that short for, anyway?”

  Rory shook her head, embarrassed. “I’m not telling you.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because it’s … silly.”

  “Tell me.” He narrowed his eyes and set his beer aside. “Tell me, or else I’ll toss you on the ground and tickle it out of you.”

  “No, I’ll tell you,” she said with a growl and closed her eyes. “It’s Aurora.”

  “Like, on Star Trek?”

  “No, that’s … I don’t know what her name is, but not like on Star Trek. Like the Disney princess. Sleeping Beauty?” He shook his head, and Rory sagged back in her chair to tell the tale of her naming. “When Francie was little, my Mom took her to see the movie. She was pregnant with me. She was going to name me Donna-- Francie is named for my father’s mother, so Mom was going to name me for her mother. Then she saw this movie and the name of the princess was Aurora. So, here I am. Rory.”

  Noah chuckled. “Princess Rory. I like it.”

  It was nearly one o’clock by the time they cleaned up. He took her hand her heart leapt into her throat. She was ready. No, more than ready to climb into the tent with him and let every urge she had unfold in the darkness, but instead he dragged her away from the site. “Time for a swim.”

  Flashlight in hand, he led the way.

  “Is there even a path?” she asked.

  “There’s a path. Trust me. Just follow me.” He glanced over his shoulder and she caught his smile in the silver light of the moon. “You did say you were in my hands tonight.”

  “I know, but …”

  There was no but. He led, and she was happy to follow him along the grassy path and down the slope onto the beach. Once they were on the sand, Noah cut the light and turned. As he pulled her into his arms, Rory wrapped her arms around his neck and welcomed his hard body against hers.

  “I’ve been planning this in my head since I bandaged your leg,” he said quietly as he slid his hands down her back to her ass. “I know you still think I’m only out for one thing, but I’m not. Well, that’s not the only thing.”

  “What are you out for?” she whispered, and stood on her toes until they were nose to nose and his mouth hovered over hers.

  “Just … this.”

  This.

  She didn’t need to ask what he meant. She felt it, too. Her life could be frustrating but she had never considered it hard. It never occurred to her that she needed a place to get away to, and yet she found it here under the stars with Noah. She was suddenly so full of this that she tugged at him, desperate to have him as close as possible.

  He resisted, and she could have screamed as he released her, but he reached between them and tugged her shirt from her shorts. Trembling, she let him undress her down to her panties, and when he was done she did the same for him. His erection tented the front of his swim trunks as he led her to the water.

  “Oh--oh, shit!” He darted back after dipping only a toe. “That’s pretty fucking cold.”

  She waded in to her knees and turned back to him. “You get used to it. I thought you used to do this all the time.”

  “I did, but I was clearly more pickled than I remember.” Noah crossed his arms over his chest and did a little dance. “My feet are actually in pain, they’re so cold.”

  “Well, I’m not coming out,” she said, and turned her back on him. A wicked thought came to her. She glanced over her shoulder to make sure she had his attention, then did a little wiggle as she did away with her panties.

  Noah’s gaze followed their flight from her hand to the beach next to him, then turned back to her with an incredulous look. “You play dirty.”

  “Come and get me,” she teased, and dove under the w
ater. When she resurfaced, Noah was waist deep and cursing a streak. She cackled as she treaded water. “Pussy.”

  “My balls are in my throat,” he said, and went under so fast she worried he’d gotten a cramp. He bobbed up directly in front of her and took hold of her hips. “Come here and warm me up, and do not laugh.”

  Had he not said anything, she wouldn’t have quaked with laughter as he pressed against her. He had lost his hard-on completely.

  “This was a bad idea. I am the king of bad ideas. I could be feeling you up in the warm tent right now, but instead I just succeeded in humiliating myself in front of the hot naked girl.”

  “Just shut up and kiss me.”

  Though she’d never admit it, he’d been right about the water. It was cooler than usual, and Rory lost herself in the heat of his mouth. She wrapped her arms around him and let the heat move through her with the rush of blood beneath the surface. Around and around they bobbed until they were close enough to shore for him to stand and lift her off her feet. With one hand splayed across her ass, he let the water take her weight and used his other hand to explore between her legs.

  He circled the mouth of her cunt with the tip of his finger. “After I left the bar tonight, before I went for groceries, I jerked off in the shower thinking about how wet you were when I was playing with you last night.”

  Rory moaned as he kissed a trail from her ear to her shoulder, nibbling and sucking along the way. The thought of him as naked as he was now, the spray pummeling him from above as he pumped his cock in her fist made her ravenous.

  She arched her back and rocked her hips back and forth. He moved with her as his cock began to fill out once more. The bigger and harder he got, the more he moaned, and the more she wanted it all. When he was fully erect once more, she wriggled to her feet and led him towards the shore.

  “That was a quick swim,” he said with a chuckle.

  Where the sea met the sand, she pushed him down and went to her knees. “This won’t be as quick.”

  Propped up on his elbows, Noah’s breath came hard as he spoke. “What are you doing to me?”

  “What I want,” she whispered, and flicked her tongue across the smooth glans.

  “Don’t make me come. I don’t know if I’ll be able to get it up a second time.”

  She had never found the water as sensual as when it frothed around her and beneath him as she mouthed him. Wet, naked and bathed in moonlight, he looked like some god that had risen from the sea to offer himself to her. Every sweep of her tongue along his shaft, every pucker of her mouth around the tip, every caress of his balls made him suck hard through his teeth. She doubted he felt the cold any longer, not when she had offered him somewhere so warm and inviting.

  As she worked even more of him into her mouth, he groaned and lifted his hips, then just as quickly he pushed against her.

  “I’ve had enough of the beach. I want the tent now. I want you.”

  “I want you, too,” she got out in a rush of breath just as he captured her mouth. She wished she had no common sense left in her. She wished she could lift her hips and sink down on him right there on the beach, and to hell with common sense, safe sex and consequences.

  Like they were caught in a strong wind, they pushed and pulled at one another. One moment the fever had cooled long enough for them to break apart, and then in the next they were wrapped up in it once more. Noah finally let out a growl and sprang to his feet. He pulled her with him and parting from him to collect her clothes actually hurt her, as did the careful trek up the bank and back to the campsite.

  Their clothes left discarded outside, Noah shut them both off from the world with a snarling zip of the tent door. Rory settled back on the sleeping bag, her ass cushioned by the spongy foam pad beneath her. He turned on the lantern hanging from the roof of the tent and she threw her arms over her face, then heard him growl.

  “I know that pose isn’t supposed to be sexy, but it is,” he said as he knelt between her legs, “like you’re trying to hide--like after you sucked me and you got shy.”

  Rory slipped her arms up to rest above her head and smiled up at him. “I’m not shy now.”

  “Show me.” He slipped his hands beneath her knees and drew her legs apart.

  Nothing in the whole world, not a goddamn thing, was sexier than Noah Hyland slipping his fingers into his mouth to wet them. It was unnecessary. She was already wet for him, lifting her hips as he slipped his fingers inside. The pressure of his fingertips against her inner wall sent a hot shiver up her spine.

  “Move with me,” he murmured, and bent low to kiss the wisp of blond hair over her mound. “Ride my fingers.”

  With the tip of his tongue against her clitoris, Rory bucked up. Compared to last night, Noah was neither slow, nor gentle. He knew just what to do to her and found his cadence immediately.

  The pleasure was nearly unbearable. She was maddened by it, clawing the sleeping bag over her head as her frenzied thoughts tried to keep up with what was happening to her body. Her writhing only seemed to urge him on. The wet sounds he made grew louder, joining her gasps and whimpers to fill the tent.

  So close.

  He closed his mouth around her and the hot suction sent a wild pulse through her. She released her hold on the sleeping bag and cupped his head. He gave no resistance as she held him in place and ground against his mouth. The steady thrust of his fingers never relented, nor did the fluttering of his tongue. Noah remained steady as Rory was overtaken by the abandon his attention invoked.

  In the aftermath, everything was blanketed in a splotchy haze of red. Her head floated, but her body was sluggish. The only thing that anchored her in the waking world was Noah’s kiss on the insides of her thighs, and his fingers still flexing between her throbbing walls.

  She struggled up onto her forearms and met his gaze. “Come up here … please.”

  He righted himself with a low groan and reached for the tattered carry-on he’d tucked next to her backpack.

  It took less than a minute for him to extract a condom from its foil package and roll it over his dick, but time seemed to stretch on forever for Rory. She curled her fingers and toes, her body riddled with electric anticipation, and with that final snap she went onto her back and reached for him.

  “I’m probably rushing you,” he whispered as he loomed over her.

  “Shush.”

  “I should go slower.”

  She reached between them and guided his cock where it belonged. “Shush.”

  For the first time in her short sexual history, Rory felt tears pricking behind her eyes as he pushed into her. She couldn’t make any sense of it and she didn’t want to. She just wanted to lose herself in it.

  Upon filling her completely, Noah groaned and raised himself up onto his hands. He trembled as he looked down upon her and seemed to want to say something more, but Rory wouldn’t let him. She tucked her legs around his waist, her feet draped over his ass, and pushed down.

  Incomprehensible words gurgled over his lips as he began to move. With every thrust the muscles in his shoulders went taut, beckoning her touch. Even when she roamed her hands across the expanse of his chest, they itched for more. She skimmed her palms down his ribs, and when she reached his narrow hips she held on. She knew he was holding back.

  “More,” she whispered. “Harder.”

  He picked up his pace steadily, pumping the length in and out of her pussy with a little more force each time. What his fingers had begun against her core, his cock continued. With every shunt over that sweet spot, the thrill running through her swelled.

  She pushed again on his ass. “Harder.”

  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You won’t.”

  He went balls deep and wriggled on top of her, spreading his legs out and dropping down onto his forearms. Rory let her legs fall on either side of him and pressed her feet against the makeshift mattress.

  Nose to nose, eye to eye, they matched each other pe
rfectly. With each thrust, Rory rose up to meet him, ruled by the jolt of his weight against her clit and the growing spark of pleasure against her inner wall.

  “Oh--oh!” She lurched up as a surprising little throb went through her. It unseated her, leaving Noah firmly in charge as she reeled. He put his weight into her, pinning her upper body down with his, and nuzzled against her ear.

  “Come for me, Rory,” he urged in a rasping whisper. “Come for me.”

  A powerful spasm rocked her and she wrapped her arms around his neck. She could tell that he was holding back once again, but it didn’t matter as long as that delicious friction took her to the precipice of this glorious feeling. His words were a fuzzy mess in her ear as every part of her body came alive.

  “I’ve got to come, baby,” he growled against her ear, and threw off his restraint. She clung to him as he slammed into her. The hard ride drove her across the nylon surface of the sleeping bag. It was just how she wanted him. It was as though his taking her in the last moments of her orgasm made it all the more powerful, and with that last deep thrust she felt owned by him. It made her whole body soar.

  His cock twitched as he emptied into the condom, and the animal that had possessed him disappeared. Dead weight crashed down on her. Rory’s grip on him loosened. She went lax, just as useless as he was.

  The movement of his damp lips just beneath her ear revived her. As he sought her mouth she turned to him, and lost herself in his slow, lazy kiss. It was a perfectly blissful moment. As he withdrew from her he didn’t break his embrace. He held on, pulling her with him as he turned onto his side. Rory overtook him, rolling until he was on his back and she draped over his chest.

  “You were wrong,” she whispered, lifting her head to look into his eyes. “You’re the king of good ideas.”

  “I agree.” He cupped her face and cradled her, gentle as he rolled his tongue around hers.

  Chapter Five

  The sound of his voice woke her up. She blinked her eyes open, confused for a moment as to where she was, and then smiled as a blue camp mug appeared before her eyes.