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Chapter 16

Paddy

“This might be kinda fun,” I said, hoping to nip an Alexis meltdown in the bud.

“Fun?!” she shrieked. “How is sleeping in a treehouse where a shit ton of bears live fun?”

“It will be an adventure.”

“You’ll be fine,” Gavin said. “The treehouses are quite comfortable. Lots of blankets and pillows.”

“Is there heat?”

“Unfortunately, no,” Greg replied.

“Great,” she muttered. “Hopefully, bears don’t like to eat popsicles.”

“Once you’re settled in your treehouse for the night, we ask that you stay there,” Gavin explained.

“Is there a bathroom?” Lance asked.

“No. Everyone can use the outhouse now, and there are pots in each treehouse for emergencies. But if you use it, make sure you use the poo powder to disguise the odour and prevent attracting wildlife.”

Poo powder?” Alexis gasped. “I don’t know about this, Paddy.”

“You don’t have much choice,” I said. “You can whine, or you can make the best of it. It’s up to you.”

She stuck her tongue out at me before joining the other women in line for the outhouse.

“You’ve got your hands full with that one,” Dean chuckled, patting me on the back.

“There are several treehouses,” Greg explained. “You can go ahead and pick whichever one you want. They’re all the same. But only two people to each one, please.”

Alexis was waiting for me when I came out of the outhouse. We walked a short distance and stopped at the first unoccupied treehouse.

“Get going,” I said with a playful swat on her ass when she hesitated on the ladder. She turned her head and glared at me before continuing up to the treehouse.

“Guess you’re not getting any treehouse action, Paddy Wagon,” Osk chuckled.

“Probably not,” I agreed.

“There’s no bed!” Alexis shouted. “Where are we supposed to sleep?!”

“On the floor!” Greg laughed, shaking his head as he wandered away.

I climbed the ladder and stepped inside, closing the door behind me. The treehouse was small. There was a steel tote that contained bedding and pillows, and a chamber pot in the corner. It was pretty basic.

“I’m hungry,” Alexis whined. “That sandwich they gave us wasn’t enough.”

“At least they have emergency provisions. It could be worse.”

“I can’t believe we’re stranded on this stupid island,” she continued. “Why didn’t they notice it was getting foggy?”

“They said sometimes the fog comes out of nowhere.”

I pulled out the blankets and pillows, organizing them in the middle of the floor. At least there was a thin mattress pad. We weren’t lying directly on the wooden slats. But it definitely wasn’t a five-star accommodation.

It was only eight o’clock, but there wasn’t anything else to do, so we crawled into our makeshift bed. It was going to be a long night.

“I’m cold, Paddy,” Alexis whispered, burrowing into my chest like a little bunny. “Warm me up.”

I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her in tight, our bodies pressed together in all the wrong places.

Or the right places, if you’re looking for some action.

She lifted her head, our eyes doing all the talking. Alexis and I didn’t need words to communicate. Our mouths came together, our hungry kiss leaving no doubt about where this was heading.

Needy.

Passionate.

Raw.

We’d been building toward this moment since I kissed her that first night in Anchorage. It may have started as a performance to make another man jealous, at least in her eyes, but this night was all about us.

She tugged on the hem of my shirt, pushing it up before her fingers glided over my pecs. I groaned when her thumbs flicked over my nipples, my cock pressing urgently against the zipper of my jeans.

I yanked my shirt over my head, my lips skimming across her jaw and down her neck while my hands worked to rid her of her hoodie and t-shirt. Her bra was next to go, her full breasts spilling into my hands. I squeezed them together, burying my face in her generous cleavage before my mouth found her nipple.

She hooked her leg over my hip, grinding against my cock. Her fingers found my belt buckle, loosening it before flicking the button open on my jeans. My zipper went down, my cock bursting free, barely contained in my boxers.

She straddled me, tugging at my jeans. I lifted my ass, allowing her to slide them down to my ankles before I kicked them free.

This was really happening. I was finally going to make love to the woman I’d been waiting for.

She stood up just long enough to wriggle out of her own pants, shedding her red lacy thong at the same time.

I gazed up at the woman I loved, her naked body on full display. Alexis was all woman. Not in a delicate way though. I would never use delicate and Alexis in the same sentence. She was anything but.

Alexis possessed an outgoing personality and inner strength, a toughness that was essential for survival in the neighborhood she grew up in. She came with a kick-ass body, with all the sexy, boner triggering curves that could bring a man to his knees.

My girl wasn’t shy. But a brief flash of vulnerability passed over her face when my eyes roamed over her breasts and down to her mound. She was bare. I already knew that.

Who do you think paid for her expensive Brazilian wax jobs when she couldn’t afford it?

“You’re beautiful, Alexis,” I said, my voice coming out in a choked whisper. “Absolutely perfect.”

“Are you sure you want to do this, Paddy?”

“What do you think?”

She dropped to her knees next to me, running her finger along the waistband of my boxers. I pulled her on top of me, my mouth and tongue leaving no doubt about what I wanted. She crawled between my legs, pulling my shorts down over my hips.

My cock sprung out like a Jack in the Box on cocaine, the swollen head vibrating with need while it oozed a stream of precum. I kicked off my shorts and waited patiently while her eyes took in my goods.

Have you ever had one of those moments where you knew you’d never forget how you felt? No matter how fucked up your memory was, you’d always remember? You might not know what day or year it was, or even your own name, but you’d still be able to recall every detail of your perfect moment?

When Alexis’s tongue swept over the head of my cock, I had my unforgettable moment. Every detail was permanently etched in my brain.

The smell of the cedar treehouse and her jasmine and freesia perfume.

The hooting of an owl rippling through the quiet stillness of the forest.

And the feel of her warm tongue lapping up every drop of my arousal.

A tortured groan rolled off my chest when she removed her mouth. I wanted more, but she must’ve sensed I wasn’t going to last if she kept that up. My heart and my dick pulsated in a synchronized rhythm while my brain scrambled to process the emotions of this monumental moment in my life.

She climbed on her knees, positioning her body over mine, our eyes locked as she gripped my hard shift and guided it towards her entrance.

Remember the unforgettable feeling of her tongue? That was nothing compared to the moment I slid inside her body. I would never forget the unbelievable sensation of her tight pussy engulfing my cock. It was like a warm, wet hug.

I was a well-endowed guy, but she worked her way down until I was firmly seated as far as I was gonna go in that position.

She started to move, her tits bouncing freely while she bounced up and down on my shaft. I grabbed her hips, thrusting upward as we found our rhythm, moving in sync like two people who’d been fucking each for years.

I could feel the pressure building in my balls. There was no way I was letting this end yet. I’d waited too long for this to blow after a few thrusts, like a horny teenage boy.

“Get on your back,” I panted.

She climbed off my cock, settling on her back with her thighs spread wide as I got my first glimpse of her pussy. It was beautiful. Her swollen pink lips glistened with her juices, her clit standing erect.

I positioned myself between her legs, nudging her thighs further apart before I lowered my head, inhaling the delicious scent that was all hers.

Sweet with a tangy edge.

Just like the woman.

She cried out, her hips bucking with the first swipe of my tongue through her wet folds. I buried my face in her pussy, teasing her clit until she was a quivering mess.

She let out a long, high-pitched squeal when I drew her throbbing bud between my teeth, nipping it gently while I pushed two digits inside her. Her thighs trembled, her pussy clamping down on my fingers when she came.

I grabbed my t-shirt, wiping her juices from my face before I lowered my body over hers. She gazed up at me, her hand caressing my jaw while we took a moment to process before we continued.

I lowered my mouth to her lips, kissing her softly as I pushed inside her. She moved with me, slow gentle thrusts while I kissed down her neck, capturing her nipple. Her hands caressed my back in slow circles, her soft moans filling the treehouse.

When I felt my balls tightening I lifted my head, gazing deep into her eyes. My cock erupted, flooding her body while I experienced the most powerful climax of my life.

“Are you crying?” I whispered, catching a tear with my thumb.

“No,” she squeaked.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

“No.”

“Then why are you crying?”

“Because that was so amazing, Paddy.”

“I’m sure I’m not as skilled as Osk, or the other guys you’re used to sleeping with.”

She brought her hands up, combing her fingers through my curls. “I’ve never had a man make love to me before tonight.”

“Is that what I did?”

She nodded.

“I’m a newb,” I chuckled. “Maybe you can teach me how to be more exciting.”

“I like you just the way you are,” she whispered softly.

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