his cock swelled even larger inside her, the skin of her passage unaccustomed to hard use for months. Hell, for years. Daniel kissed her again, dropping a line of tender caresses behind her ear, down her neck. His work-callused hands massaged her butt in smooth, rhythmic circles.
He let out a slow sigh. “We’ve got ten minutes’ grace. I’m gonna head onto the deck. If you want to hit the change room, I’ll round up the boys and herd them in your direction when they’re done.”
She still couldn’t speak. He kissed her cheek, kissed her lips. When he pulled from her body, she shivered, sad at the loss of his heat. He twisted her around and sat her on the bench, stroking her cheek with his knuckles.
“You might want to hop in the shower for a minute.”
She looked up at him, confused. Damn, he was fine. He dealt with the condom and pulled on his trunks, arranging his ample girth strategically.
“Beth? You gonna be okay?”
She pulled her towel over herself slowly, the rush of heat from the experience flushing her skin. “I’m fine. More than fine.” She made herself speak. “Daniel?”
He turned in the act of unlocking the door. “Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
He shook his head and grinned, and something inside came dangerously close to melting.
“Thank you . I’ve got to run.”
She watched him walk out the door, then mustered up the strength to lock the door behind him before collapsing back onto the bench. Her head touched the wall behind her as she sucked in deep breathes of air. She’d really done it. They’d done it.
Non-vanilla.
Chapter Nine
“So you going to be able to make it to both the wedding and the party afterward?” Daniel tossed a few coins in the tip jar and turned to carry the coffees back to their table.
Their table, sheesh .
She was doing it again. She’d been fighting to make sure she kept her head on straight and didn’t read too much into Daniel’s attentive behaviour. He’d picked her up every day when she was done with classes and taken her out for a coffee. They had just enough time for a quick conversation to unwind before heading home to meet the bus at the gate. She still didn’t feel comfortable talking in public about her past, but they seemed to have enough to chat about anyway. Now that October had begun, it seemed everyone was starting to get ready for the coming winter. They vented about her daily trials in the classroom and his on the ranch and in the Colemans’ furniture workshop.
The adult company kept her sane. Oh yeah, hello, the addition of sex had rocked, and he was mighty easy on the eyes, but the companionship was another component she hadn’t realized she craved so badly. This whole deal with Daniel was supposed to be about friendship and fun, not forever.
The part of her soul that occasionally wished that she’d found a man like Daniel in the first place? She wrapped that part up in ropes and tied it off real tight. It wasn’t allowed to mess with the fantastic reality she was experiencing.
“Beth?”
She gazed into his eyes in confusion. “Sorry, wool gathering.”
“No troubles. I asked if you’re able to come to both the wedding and the reception. The boys are welcome.”
Hadn’t she told him? “Are you talking about Blake and Jaxi? This coming weekend?”
“Of course. The wedding is at—”
“Daniel, the boys and I are headed to Calgary on Friday after school lets out. We’re spending Thanksgiving with my parents and my sister. I’m sorry, I thought I’d told you.”
By the expression on his face, she hadn’t, or he’d forgotten.
“That makes sense. You drive safe, and I’ll see you when you get back.”
He switched topics to describe a woodworking project he was making special order for a hotel in Canmore, and she fidgeted with her cup and tried to stay alert. She usually loved to listen to him, the rough timbre of his voice teasing all the spots in her psyche that needed a man’s attention and sharing.
He let out a slow sigh. “We’ve got ten minutes’ grace. I’m gonna head onto the deck. If you want to hit the change room, I’ll round up the boys and herd them in your direction when they’re done.”
She still couldn’t speak. He kissed her cheek, kissed her lips. When he pulled from her body, she shivered, sad at the loss of his heat. He twisted her around and sat her on the bench, stroking her cheek with his knuckles.
“You might want to hop in the shower for a minute.”
She looked up at him, confused. Damn, he was fine. He dealt with the condom and pulled on his trunks, arranging his ample girth strategically.
“Beth? You gonna be okay?”
She pulled her towel over herself slowly, the rush of heat from the experience flushing her skin. “I’m fine. More than fine.” She made herself speak. “Daniel?”
He turned in the act of unlocking the door. “Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
He shook his head and grinned, and something inside came dangerously close to melting.
“Thank you . I’ve got to run.”
She watched him walk out the door, then mustered up the strength to lock the door behind him before collapsing back onto the bench. Her head touched the wall behind her as she sucked in deep breathes of air. She’d really done it. They’d done it.
Non-vanilla.
Chapter Nine
“So you going to be able to make it to both the wedding and the party afterward?” Daniel tossed a few coins in the tip jar and turned to carry the coffees back to their table.
Their table, sheesh .
She was doing it again. She’d been fighting to make sure she kept her head on straight and didn’t read too much into Daniel’s attentive behaviour. He’d picked her up every day when she was done with classes and taken her out for a coffee. They had just enough time for a quick conversation to unwind before heading home to meet the bus at the gate. She still didn’t feel comfortable talking in public about her past, but they seemed to have enough to chat about anyway. Now that October had begun, it seemed everyone was starting to get ready for the coming winter. They vented about her daily trials in the classroom and his on the ranch and in the Colemans’ furniture workshop.
The adult company kept her sane. Oh yeah, hello, the addition of sex had rocked, and he was mighty easy on the eyes, but the companionship was another component she hadn’t realized she craved so badly. This whole deal with Daniel was supposed to be about friendship and fun, not forever.
The part of her soul that occasionally wished that she’d found a man like Daniel in the first place? She wrapped that part up in ropes and tied it off real tight. It wasn’t allowed to mess with the fantastic reality she was experiencing.
“Beth?”
She gazed into his eyes in confusion. “Sorry, wool gathering.”
“No troubles. I asked if you’re able to come to both the wedding and the reception. The boys are welcome.”
Hadn’t she told him? “Are you talking about Blake and Jaxi? This coming weekend?”
“Of course. The wedding is at—”
“Daniel, the boys and I are headed to Calgary on Friday after school lets out. We’re spending Thanksgiving with my parents and my sister. I’m sorry, I thought I’d told you.”
By the expression on his face, she hadn’t, or he’d forgotten.
“That makes sense. You drive safe, and I’ll see you when you get back.”
He switched topics to describe a woodworking project he was making special order for a hotel in Canmore, and she fidgeted with her cup and tried to stay alert. She usually loved to listen to him, the rough timbre of his voice teasing all the spots in her psyche that needed a man’s attention and sharing.
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