The Wrong Mr. Right (The Queen’s Cove Series Book 2)
The Wrong Mr. Right: Chapter 17

I PUT the fire out while Hannah got into the tent. I poured water on the flames and watched the steam rise into the sky. Once the hissing water had evaporated and only a few embers remained, I headed to the tent.

My pulse beat in my ears like a drum. I was so hard. So fucking hard.

This is not what you think it’ll be, I told myself. This was Hannah. Sweet, innocent Hannah. It didn’t matter that no guy had been smart enough to make her come. It didn’t matter that I wanted to make her back arch, make her eyes roll into the back of her head. That wasn’t my place.

So what the fuck was I doing, pulling her into my lap and touching her hip and smelling her hair like I wanted to keep her?

I knew this feeling. This was the big wave anticipation, the flash of uncertainty as I watched a wave approach in Thailand three years ago. I was new to the area and didn’t know the waves like I did in Queen’s Cove. I couldn’t read it but I still went for it, and I bailed hard. The wave tossed me around like a rag doll.

This thing between Hannah and I, it wasn’t normal. I’d never wanted anyone like I wanted her. It wasn’t like anything I’d ever experienced and I didn’t know how to ride it.

The zipper purred when I closed it and I sat on the air mattress beside her. It was dark but I could make out her form in the dim light. “I should sleep in the car.”

“No, thank you.”

I huffed a laugh.

She settled into her sleeping bag behind me, and I swallowed. I undressed down to my boxer briefs and slipped into my own sleeping bag beside her, not looking at her. I kept at least a foot between us and closed my eyes.

My skin prickled with the weight of her gaze.

I thought about you while I did my homework, professor.

My throat worked again. Fuck. My hands made fists at my side and I clenched my thighs to drain the blood from my hardening cock.

“Wyatt.” Hannah’s voice was barely above a whisper, and there was a light layer of something in it. Curiosity.

I ached at the soft tone of her voice. “Mhm?” Could she hear how horny I was?

She sighed and the air mattress moved as she shifted. I could still sense her thinking. I opened my eyes and from the dim light of the moon on the tent, I caught the glitter of her eyes as she watched me with a bitten lip.

“What is it?” My voice was husky. “What’s wrong?”

“I want—” She worried her lip with her teeth.

“What?”

She hesitated.

“What, Hannah? What do you want?”

Her gaze pinned me. “I want you to make me come.”

Lust rocketed through me. There was no distracting this hard-on away. My cock ached for Hannah and the needy way she said that. A shiver rolled through me.

“I don’t know,” I said, like a fucking dumbass.

This wasn’t some woman I met in a bar. This was Hannah. If we did this, if she pulled me under like a riptide, how could I walk away in September? Making her come, making her moan and twist and pant and whimper while rubbing her hot little center or thrusting inside her—fucking hell—I’d never get her out of my head.

One wrong move, losing focus for a split second, and she’d pull me under and swallow me up. There was a current within me, tugging me towards her. Wanting her.

I fucking wanted her, especially right now when she laid beside me, watching me with a hopeful, hungry look. I’d bet there was a blush on her cheeks.

She wiggled closer until she was inches away from me. Not touching me, but so close. “How can I know what I like if I don’t get any practice?”

“You’re supposed to practice on your own.” Only on her own. Not with anyone else.

“I want to practice with you, like you said.”

Fuck. I did say that. “You’re making it hard to say no to you,” I rasped, clenching my eyes closed. I could smell her shampoo and it reminded me of when I was in her room, her body pressed against mine. Another shiver rolled through me. Every cell in my body wanted to kiss her again, pull her hair gently to open her sweet mouth up to me.

“I trust you.”

God, those words. I trust you. I groaned.

She sighed. “I need to come. I’ve been thinking about it all day.”

My control broke. If that was what she needed, I would be her faithful servant. I’d do it well, too. I’d make her come harder than she ever had with her hand between her legs, late at night, all by herself. I’d make her remember me, even when she was madly in love with some other guy and I was on the other side of the world, thinking about her.

I yanked the zipper down on her sleeping bag and pulled her against me. Our legs tangled. She wasn’t wearing pants. My hand came to her hip again. She was in a t-shirt and tiny lacy panties that made me feel like I could come by her breathing on my cock.

I looked into her eyes. “You want to come?”

She nodded.

“Come here.” I pulled her mouth to mine.

Her mouth was soft. Sweet, shy, a little curious, like her. I was slow with her, tangling my fingers in her silky hair, stroking her scalp as I kissed her slow and soft. I knew this feeling, too. Kissing Hannah was wading into the water every morning. Her mouth both gave me relief and turned up my need for more.

She nipped my lip with her teeth and rubbed against me. Her thigh brushed my cock.

“Hannah, fuck.”

She laughed. She fucking laughed against my mouth. Here I was, trying to take it slow with this perfect woman and she was teasing me.

“Fine,” I told her. “You want to come? I’ll make you come so hard you see stars, bookworm.”

I fisted her hair and pulled her head back to open her, dipping my tongue inside and tasting her. She moaned as I slid against her tongue and my cock swelled.

“Do you like that?” My other hand came to her jaw. “Do you like it when I take control?”

She nodded with a whimper and sucked on my tongue.

Fuck. I was done. I was so done.

My hand slid from her jaw down until I found one pinched nipple through her bra. She whimpered again as I rolled it, rubbed it, teased it.

“I hope you’re taking notes.”

She nodded against my mouth. Her hands were in my hair, and the pads of her fingers rubbed my scalp. Tingles shot down my neck.

“Are you warm enough?”

She nodded again. “Your skin is so warm, and I have socks on.”

I laughed. “You still have your socks on?”

I felt her shy grin against my mouth. “I read that women had a better chance of having an orgasm if they were wearing socks.”

My chest shook with laughter. “Okay, well, we keep your socks on, then.” With my hand still in her hair, I pulled her back to me and kissed her more. “I don’t think you’ll need them tonight, though.” My other hand moved to her other nipple and she whimpered again.

“I like that,” she breathed.

Jesus fucking Christ. That breathy tone had heat coiling around the base of my spine.

I tugged on the bottom of her t-shirt. “Off.”

She pulled it over her head. I reached around and unhooked the back of her bra before tossing it aside.

I licked one of those perfect, pinched nipples and she arched against me, panting.

I sucked and she cried out. I grinned against her breast, my hands all over her skin. I couldn’t get enough of her softness and warmth.

It was too late. The wave swept me under and my control was shot. We were doing this.

“Wyatt,” she breathed, and I groaned. The way she said my name, it was pornographic, generous, sweet, desperate, needy, and grateful. All in a single word out of those fucking gorgeous lips.

My hands clutched her hips as my mouth worked her tits. “Are you wet yet, baby?”

She moaned her acknowledgement.

“Good. Don’t let anyone fucking touch you between your legs until you’re soaking wet. Do you understand?”

She nodded again, her eyes glazed and her lips parted. My dick was so hard it was going to puncture the air mattress.

This wasn’t like me, this territorial, needy, lust-driven psycho. Hannah made me want to stake my claim, though. I wanted to be her first orgasm with a partner. I wanted her to remember me every time she came and compare every orgasm for the rest to her life to the one I was about to give her.

I wanted to be the best. A decade from now, I wanted her to shudder when she thought about tonight, and crave me like I craved her.

I skimmed my hands down her torso, down her stomach and hips, slow enough that she knew what I was doing. I watched her the entire time, watching for any hesitation, ready to stop the second she tensed up, but it never came. She only looked at me with wonder and lust.

Fuck, I loved the way she looked at me.

Over her underwear, I pressed my fingers to her heat and nearly blacked out.

“Fucking hell, you are so wet.” Her underwear was damp. I pulled it aside and slid my fingers over her wet folds. Her head fell back.

I grazed her clit. My other hand had made its way beneath her ass.

“Look at me.”

She lifted her head and those gorgeous eyes were full of lust. I was driving her mad, and I loved it.

“You’re going to watch while I make you come. Understand?”

She nodded and bit her bottom lip.

“Good. Good girl.”

She shivered when I called her that and another wave of need hit me.

“Take these off.” I pulled at her underwear and she lifted her hips to let me slide them down. My mouth was only a foot from her pussy and I groaned at the sweet scent of her arousal. I needed to taste her, like a man walking through a desert needed water. I needed her so badly, my balls ached.

I slid my fingers over her slippery center again and she moaned.

“You’re a fucking goddess, you know that?” My voice was rough and demanding.

Her eyes widened a fraction at my words, watching me with parted lips like she was in a dream.

I paused my fingers. “Answer me.”

She jerked a nod and I rewarded her with more soft circles on her clit.

A wicked grin pulled at my features. She had no fucking clue how sexy she was, how fucking hard she made me. No clue. I’d break her, though. I’d work my way into that innocent little head until she knew the power she held.

When I was done with Hannah, she’d know she was beautiful. More languid brushes across her tight bud of nerves. Her eyebrows lifted in surprise and she arched back, closing her eyes.

“You are so fucking sexy,” I told her. “Open your eyes.”

She lifted her head again, wincing with hazy eyes. Her breath caught as I sucked a nipple into my mouth.

“You’re going to come tonight,” I told her, slipping a finger inside. Her breath hitched and she moaned, clenching me. Holy fucking hell, she was tight. On instinct, I ground my cock against the mattress.

The sounds of my finger moving in and out of her filled the tent, accompanied by her short, breathy moans. She clenched me as I worked her heat, and when she had adjusted, I added a second finger.

“Wyatt.” Her voice strained with need, and my body shuddered.

Her eyes were closed again. She gripped the sleeping bag tight.

“I’m not going to tell you again, Hannah. Keep your eyes open while I fuck you with my fingers.”

She propped herself up on her elbows, watching me. “It feels so good.”

“I know. I know it does, baby.” I curled my fingers until I found the right spot.

Her eyes widened and her walls clenched around me. Her abs tightened and I squeezed her ass.

“What is that?” Her voice was high and breathy.

I laughed, low and dark before pressing a kiss to her stomach. “That’s your G-spot, baby. This is the spot that’s going to make you see fucking stars tonight.”

“Wow,” she breathed. “You’re so good at this.”

There was no happier man on the planet.

“You’re so good at this,” I told her. “Look at you, doing so well. You’re going to come.”

She nodded and winced. “I want to. I want to come with you.”

“You will. I can feel it.”

Her eyelids fell halfway before she snapped them back open to watch me.

“Good girl,” I whispered, and her slick walls pulsed around me.

My fingers massaged her G-spot, and I brushed a thumb over her clit. Her hips bucked.

“Who’s going to come tonight?” My tone was low.

She winced from the pleasure. “Me.”

“That’s right, you are.”

She nodded and her soaking pussy clenched me again.

“You’re doing so well, baby. So fucking well.”

She moaned again and her hands clenched the sleeping bag. “I want to touch you.”

“No. Not right now. I’m busy. Right now, we’re making you come.” I added pressure with my thumb on her clit and she moaned again. I slipped my hand out from under her ass and set it palm-up on her stomach. “Hold my hand, baby. Hold on to me while you come.”

She fell back onto the pillow and grasped my hand with both of hers. Fuck, she was so sweet, so trusting and brave. Something expanded in my chest that had nothing to do with sex. She squeezed my hand and I squeezed back like she’d float away if I let go.

“Wyatt,” she moaned. Her muscles tightened around my fingers and I massaged the spot inside her harder.

I pressed a kiss to her smooth thigh and scraped my teeth across the skin.

“Wyatt. Oh my god.” She writhed under my hands, like in my dreams. Her legs shook.

“Be as loud as you want, there’s no one around for miles. Keep fucking my hand until it feels too good. I’ve been dreaming about this.”

“It’s too intense.” Her voice teetered on the edge, frantic and desperate. She writhed against me. “I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.” She was soaking my fingers and my thumb swirled faster. “You’re going to come harder than ever. Do you hear me?”

She nodded, an expression of pain on her face, and her eyes fell closed.

“I’m going to die,” she whimpered. Fucking hell, her voice was driving me crazy.

“You’re not going to die, baby. Let go and let it happen. Come on my fingers.”

She pulsed again. She cried out and it echoed back to our tent from outside. Fuck, that made me even harder, that Hannah had no idea how loud she was. That I was making her lose control.

“You’re going to come soon, I know it.”

Her pussy clenched again. I lowered my mouth to her clit and sucked hard.

Her hips bucked against my mouth and I nearly came from her sweet taste. A noise of pure pleasure rumbled from my chest.

She cried out as she started to come and a fucking devil unleashed within me. I pressed the button within her, rubbing it hard as her pussy fluttered around my fingers, sucking pressure onto her clit. She ground against my face and made spectacular noises I would replay until the end of time. Her hands squeezed mine as she let out desperate gasps and I squeezed right back.

When she slumped back and her eyes opened, I ran my tongue up her slick opening. Now that I knew the taste of her, there was no going back. I had to have more.

“Oh my God.” Her chest heaved and her eyes had this fucking incredible unfocused, dazed look.

“You did so good.” I kissed the inside of her thigh. “So fucking good.”

She let out a long, low, satisfied groan and her hands raked through my hair. Shivers rolled down my spine and I pressed my mouth to her soft skin again and again. I couldn’t get enough of her.

I moved to lay beside her and leaned in to kiss her. Her mouth met mine and she sighed into me. My chest expanded with pride at how relaxed and satisfied she was. I looped an arm around her and tucked her into me.

Her hand came to my cock and I jerked. She stroked me hard over my boxers.

“Hannah.” My voice came out strangled. “It’s okay, we don’t have to—” My voice broke when she stroked me again. “Fuck.”

“I want to.” There was a smile in her voice.

She squeezed me and a groan escaped my throat. My body curled toward her, and my arms folded her into me. “Fuck. Baby.” I should have said no, should have pushed her away, but I couldn’t.

Hannah slipped her hand past my waistband and cupped me. Heat shot up my spine.

“Jesus,” I gasped, bucking.

“Like this?”

The noise I made was a combination of disbelief and a laugh. “Yeah. Exactly like that.”

She stroked my length while I pressed my mouth to her neck.

“You’re so warm,” she breathed. Every touch of hers added pressure to the base of my spine. “Your cock is so big.”

My hips bucked again, shuttling into her hand. “Are you trying to make me come too fast?” I gasped into her hair.

She smiled against my shoulder and gave me a little nip with her teeth. “Yes.” She squeezed me harder and her other hand came to my sac.

Not long, now. My body bowed around her. My pulse beat in my ears and my brain boiled with the need to come.

She tugged lightly on my balls and I groaned.

“Where the fuck did you learn that?” My voice was hoarse.

“In a book.” She sucked on the spot she had bitten on my shoulder and sighed. “I like jerking you off.”

“Uh huh,” I moaned into her. One of my hands gripped her ass and the other was around her shoulders. I thought about thrusting into her wet heat, nothing in between us, how fucking incredible that would be. How good it felt with her hand wrapped around me. How her mouth would be so hot and wet.

Shit. Electricity shot up my spine.

“I touched myself, thinking about us having sex.” Hannah whispered against my shoulder, her soft mouth brushing my skin while her hand jerked my soul out through my cock.

It was too much. I let out a low groan as heat ripped through me. Light exploded behind my closed eyes and I curled over her.

“Hannah, fuck. Hannah.” I choked her name out again and again as I spilled hot liquid into her hands.

She worked my erection until there was nothing left in my balls, and I slumped over her. “Holy shit. I thought you were a beginner.”

Her cute laugh shook into me. “I read a lot.”

“Oh my god. You’ve been studying up. A-plus.” I exhaled and my mind came back into focus. I slipped my boxers off and cleaned us off.

“Wait.” She pulled her hand when I tried to wipe it off. She slipped a wet fingertip into her mouth and sucked a drop of come off.

My cock twitched and my mouth fell open.

She bit her lip. “I was curious what you tasted like.”

She was going to kill me. She had no idea how perfect she was. I made a noise like I was in pain and she chuckled.

Minutes later, once we were settled into my sleeping bag, she sighed in contentment against my chest. “I’m so relaxed.” Her arm slid around my waist. “Great work, professor.”

My fingers brushed her hair and I smiled in the darkness. Within a few minutes, her breathing turned slow and rhythmic.

I laid there awake for a long time, thinking. Everything changed with Hannah tonight. Or maybe it had changed the night I snuck through her bedroom window and kissed her. I couldn’t stop thinking about her after that.

No, that wasn’t right. I couldn’t stop thinking about her before that. That was why I snuck into her room that night.

She made a soft noise in her sleep and burrowed further into my chest.

I was in the undercurrent, being tossed around, and there was no fighting it. Experienced surfers and swimmers knew not to waste energy while flailing about. When the undercurrent was done, that’s when you swam up for air.

Maybe I would let myself get swept away until I was ready to resurface. My heart tugged. Laying with her in a tent in the middle of the woods, her warmth pressed up against me and the taste of her still on my tongue, the universe had aligned. Like she was home for me, she was right where I needed to be. We just fit.

I just hoped that I could swim up for air before I drowned.