It goes on and on until it’s too much and I can’t take any more.
“Please,” I beg.
I feel him smile against me before he pulls his mouth away only to give me another long lick. I jerk again and my legs tighten right before my limbs give out. My eyes flutter open and I watch him as he slowly lowers me onto the bed. I can tell he doesn't want to stop and if my body could take it he would still be going to town on my pussy. From the glint in his eyes I’m not sure he’d ever get enough. At least not tonight.
I reach for him and my arms feel heavy. I’m worried he’s going to leave but the next thing I know he’s moving in to lie down beside me. His big body spoons against mine and he holds me in a tight embrace. Sleep tries to take me but I don’t want to close my eyes. I want to stay in this moment forever because who knows what tomorrow will bring?
Two more days, I remind myself, and I bury myself into him further. The storm is still going but it’s quieter now and I wonder if it means it’s moving away from us.
I don’t know why Timber is the way he is, but for these next two days I’m going to cover him in affection if he’ll let me. I won’t chase him but I’m not going to hold back even if he thinks the storm has passed.
Chapter Eleven
TIMBER
Thwack.
The blade of the axe wedges into the wood and I curse. I let go of the handle and grab the log with my hands. I pull it apart and toss the pieces to the ground, then pick up the axe once again.
“I was under the impression the woodshed was overflowing with enough to last us several winters.” Simon’s voice is calm and soothing behind me but it still grates on my nerves.
“A tree fell down in the storm last night.” I raise my chin at the wood I’ve already cut through with the chainsaw earlier this morning.
“And you had to rush out and get to it before the sun was even up.” He sounds skeptical but I don’t acknowledge him. “Perhaps there was something you were running from after last night?”
“That’s none of your business,” I say matter-of-factly as I stack up another log to split.
“I think after the sounds the staff and I heard last night, it’s the whole castle’s business.”
I turn around to glare at him but he has an eyebrow raised and he’s smirking. “Rest assured, it wasn’t Miss Pippa we heard.”
My face heats as I turn away from him and go back to the axe. I knew I was enthusiastic last night but I had no idea I’d been so…vocal. I didn’t mean for it to happen. I just couldn’t help myself.
“It doesn’t matter,” I mumble and swing the axe again.
“I think you’ll find that the lady of the house doesn't agree with you.”
She was wrapped around me so tight this morning when I woke up I wasn’t sure where she ended and I began. Warmth went to parts of my body I didn’t know were still alive and all I could think about was keeping her. Then the thought of her leaving in just two days washed over me like a cold shower and I had to get out of there. I couldn’t pretend to play house with someone that would never stay with me. It’s not like I could ask her to give up civilization for this life I lead out here in the middle of nowhere. As much as I want her, I can’t pretend that she’s mine.
“She’s not the lady of the house.” The words taste like dirt in my mouth. “She’s a guest and nothing more. She’ll be gone the day after tomorrow.”
Simon sighs and I can feel his eyes on my back as I ignore him. I think about last night and what I did to her. The thoughts flash in front of me and they’re brighter than the sun. I’m blinded by images of Pippa standing above me dripping wet with her soft pussy in my mouth. The tang of her juices on my tongue as she came apart in my arms. It hits me so hard I have to squeeze my eyes shut to try and ignore them. But it’s useless.
“Miss Pippa has left.”
I swing around so fast that I almost trip over my own feet. “What?” The word echoes through the trees, and before I can wait on Simon to tell me why, I’m in motion.
“There was a mix-up with the floral deliveries and she was asked to go directly to the shop without delay.”
“And you just let her leave?” I roar. I curse myself for being so far out in the woods instead of closer to the castle. “She was supposed to stay on the property the whole time. That was the deal!”