Vivian Arend - Rocky Mountain Desire

Matt adjusted his position on the couch and brought her hips in closer. “I’m horny and staying that way.”

There was the evidence under her of his words, but she ignored the urge to grind down. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”

He shrugged. “Yeah, well, after I got over the shock that the naked woman in the tub wasn’t my evening’s entertainment I—”

“Fuck. She was in the tub?” Hope fought for control. Still, he hadn’t run screaming from her place, which was more than she’d have been able to do if their roles were reversed. “Seriously. You okay?”

He leaned back, his hands possessive on her hips. There was a pause as he looked at her one section at a time, his gaze pausing over her breasts, lingering on her mouth. There was a happy heat in the depths when their eyes met.

“I’m fine. Honest.” Then he chuckled. “Course, I invented a few cuss words myself when I first saw her, so you and I are well matched in that.”

Hope nodded. “She’s not staying.”

Matt glanced down the hall.

Damn. “Well, I’m not going to kick her out tonight, but if she thinks she’s staying for any length of time, she’s got marbles for brains. But you’d better go home tonight. I’ll call you when I get this mess straightened out.”

It wasn’t what either of them wanted, but it was the only way to deal with the situation before it became more of a muddle.

He nodded but didn’t release her. Instead he tightened his grip on her neck, pulling her in for another drugging kiss. Her body heated under his touch, the firm control he maintained as his tongue stroked along hers. Gentle noises of pleasure escaped their lips. She gasped when he snuck his hand under her shirt, moving determinedly until he cupped her breast.

She should tell him to stop. Should push him away and go deal with her sister, but his touch was too addictive to deny. He had her pinned in place, his fingers forcing aside the cup of her bra to take possession of her nipple. He pinched in time with sucking her tongue, and she squirmed, unable to resist lining up her clit with the rock in his jeans.

He hauled her head back and sucked in a quick breath before whispering, “Playing with fire, darling.”

She deliberately rocked again, and he released her breast and neck to grasp her hips in a pincher-tight hold. Then he lifted her up his body, pressed a hand between her legs and forced the fabric of her leggings and panties into her folds.

He rubbed. Firm. Fast. The material slicked against her and rasped over her clit. Relentless. Nearly violent, and yet oh-so-much what she wanted right then.

Hope put her teeth to the muscle of his neck, keeping herself up with her thigh muscles to give him room. To allow him to bring her closer to an orgasm with each passing second.

“I’m going to fuck you here on the couch some time. Force my cock deep and make you come around me.”

She whimpered, and he pressed harder, his fingertips taking hold of her sensitive clit and pinching.

“Yeah, and then I’ll flip you over the back of the couch and start all over. Maybe even fuck your ass.”

The dirty words continued, uttered low and deep, a whisper of sexual taunting meant to drive her crazy. Hope closed her eyes and tightened her muscles in time with his demanding touch.

She came with an impact that shook her from head to toe. He supported her in place, his solid body a brick under her. She, on the other hand, was a muscleless blob, panting for air, all the stress that had enveloped her upon seeing her sister flushed away for at least this moment.

The bathroom door clicked and Matt laughed quietly. “You need to have a chat with your sister regarding privacy and not staring after saying she’s going to bed.”

Oh. My. God.

“Was she watching us?” And was that orgasm some kind of screw you to her sister from Matt?

He relieved her fears when he tilted her chin and kissed her tenderly, pulling back only far enough to drop his forehead against hers and stare into her eyes. “I have no idea how long she was there for. All I was aware of was about two square feet around us, and how fucking sexy you look when your lashes flutter and your lips quiver as you get closer to coming.”

“You’re damn good at that sweet talk, Matt.”

Hope breathed in deep, the faint aroma of her sated body rising around them. She would have been more embarrassed if he hadn’t looked so content to just hold her and dance his gaze over her face.

“I’d better be going. But if you need anything, you let me know, okay?”

“I will.” She squeezed him in the biggest bear hug she could before crawling off his lap.

Matt caught her hand before she could get out of reach. “I mean it. Anything. If you need anything, let me know. You’re not alone, okay? And you’ve got Jaxi if you need a woman’s touch. Don’t try to deal with Helen on your own if it gets bad.”

Her throat tightened. After standing on her own for more than a year, hell, fighting demons of doubt for a lot longer than that, his insistently spoken reassurance meant more than she could possibly tell him.

She saw him to the door and kissed him one last time, then there wasn’t much left but to face the dragon in its lair. Although, giving Helen that much of a hold in the house was exactly what she didn’t want.

Hope stepped to the bedroom door and knocked. “Helen? You still awake?”

She banged loud enough that there was no way her sister could claim to not have heard.

The door swung open, and the bright red scraps of fabric masquerading as a nightgown assaulted her eyes. “Your date over so soon? It wasn’t anything I said, was it?”

Hope stepped in and looked around the room. There was an open suitcase on the dresser and another spread at the foot of the bed. “No—we decided to have an early night. What are you doing here?”

Helen sat on the edge of the bed. “I’m back. Figured I can work here just as easy as in Calgary for a while. Things were getting tough—it was too expensive to get by.”

There was a sour taste in Hope’s mouth and she straightened her spine. Poor little Helen. Things were getting tough? “Well, good luck finding work. I know there’s an opening down at—”

“What? I’m working here. At the shop. Like we’d planned all along.”

Hope shook her head in disbelief. “You can’t be serious. And you’re planning on living where? Not in this apartment. You know, the one you left me high and dry to make full payments on all by myself?”

Her sister wiggled back until she leaned up against the headboard. “I’m sorry about that. I needed to get out of town quick. I was dying. Suffocating.”

Yeah, right. No sympathy coming from this quarter.

“So that made it all right to try and drag me under with you? It wasn’t all roses and ponies after you left. I worked like crazy to not lose everything before the shop even opened.”

Helen glared back. “I said I was sorry. What else do you want me to do? Open a vein?”

The urge to snap out a nasty response was so strong, Hope actually trembled as she contained it. This wasn’t supposed to be a discussion. This was her announcing the way life was going to be. Nothing to debate. She leaned back on the wall beside the door and crossed her arms, getting into a safe, solid position to present the facts.

Because if she guessed right this conversation was about to get nasty.

“Helen, I’m sure all your reasons for leaving were very sound and logical to you, but they tore apart everything we’d worked for. I had to make big changes and sacrifices. The bank manager finally set up an agreement—hell, I’m not going into that because it doesn’t involve you.”

“My name is on those papers too.” Helen wasn’t so casual and relaxed anymore, perching taller on the bed.

“Ha. That’s bullshit. Because even when we first started this venture you were always too busy to get the things done you had to. So if you remember correctly, it was my name alone on the original loans, it’s been my ass on the line in terms of meeting the deadlines for rent, which in fact means it’s my business. All of it. Stitching Post has one owner, and that’s me.”

Helen stared across the room, her face gone red as she shot to her feet. “You can’t do that.”

“Can’t do what?” Hope stepped into the doorway. “Can’t run my business the way I feel best?”

“You can’t cut me out like that. It’s not only your business.”

“You try and tell a lawyer that and they’d laugh in your face. Especially since you’ve been gone for a full year. All payments, on time, in my name. Bank account, in my name. Insurance, orders—everything we were supposed to do together, done by one person. Me.”

Helen stopped for all of ten seconds, like she was regrouping and recalibrating her demands. “You really won’t let me work in the shop? You’re kidding.”

“Bullshit, I’m kidding. The place is just surviving, and I learned enough during school to know this isn’t the time to make any rash financial mistakes. Which means not hiring on unneeded staff who have no idea how to deal with customers or how to sew enough to handle the average question.”

Helen waved a hand. “I was going to do the banking and the orders and the…non-sewing stuff.”

“Right, operative word, was. Get this clear in your head, Helen. Last January, I didn’t kick you out. You left, and that changed everything. Don’t go thinking I’ll let you come in and destroy what I’ve fought for, because it’s not going to happen.”

“Well, there you go.” Helen shook her head in disbelief. “You’re just like Mom. So much for caring about family.”