Mile High (Up in the Air #2)(22)

Clark sped ahead in a hurry. He had to be speeding as he drove almost out of our sight on the two lane highway. I watched the lovely rolling hills pass us as James handled the sports car, as he did all things, with consummate skill.

The rolling hills quickly turned into pine covered foothills and plateaus. It was a lovely, pleasant drive. Even the weather was perfect. We had been transported from the desert and into a green haven.

James kept his hand on my thigh, rubbing and squeezing as he drove, only lifting it to shift when necessary.

I shifted slightly in my seat, already a little sore from our activities of the night before.

James noticed immediately. “You sore?” he asked me. He had to raise his voice a little to be heard above the sound of the car and the wind.

I gave a little shrug. “Nothing that I mind,” I answered. “Certainly nothing that would make me want to keep from doing it again.”

“How about a half a dozen times?” he asked me with a warm smile, his eyes hidden behind dark shades.

I couldn’t keep from responding with my own soft smile.

Less than twenty-four hours with him, and he already had me wrapped around his little finger again.

It was hard to stay away from him, even while he was driving. A rather obtrusive console separated us.

I slid my hand over to his waist, pressing my hand over the bulge in his jeans.

His hand covered my own and he shot me a rather surprised look.

I checked the SUVs escorting us. They both seemed safely out of sight for the moment.

I fumbled with the button on his jeans, finally unbuckling to use both hands. I uncovered his growing erection, and he sucked in a breath as the air hit him. I arranged myself over the console, taking him into my mouth before he could protest. The console dug into my ribs a little painfully, but it wasn’t enough pain to stop me.

His hand gripped my hair roughly. “Fuck.” His curse was low and hoarse. “That’s not safe, Bianca,” he said, but he didn’t stop me.

I lifted my head briefly to say, “So come fast, and we’ll be out of danger quickly.” I took him back into my mouth, stroking his base hard with both hands. His grip on my hair grew painful as I bobbed my mouth up and down on his c**k relentlessly.

He was coming in my mouth in under two minutes. I hadn’t even known he was capable of coming so fast. He cursed and moaned as I swallowed his hot cum.

“Fuck, f**k, f**k. Bianca, you’re too much. I almost went off the road. My vision got way too fuzzy there.”

I sat up, buckling in. I smiled at him, a wicked smile, my lids heavy but hidden.

He stared, mesmerized. “You’re going to be the death of me, aren’t you?”

We were on the highway for just over an hour before James began to slow down, seemingly in the middle of nowhere. Clark had turned off of the road in front of us, I saw. James followed him, turning onto a well-paved but small road. We passed through heavy gates almost immediately after turning off of the main road. It was set up so that you couldn’t even use the road to turn your car around without the gate open.

We were on the small road a good twenty minutes, passing through rolling hills, then a forest of oaks, then between twin plateaus. The grassy hills were dotted with pine trees here. It was a mercurial, changing landscape. Land just like the man who owned it all.

“Almost there,” James said, his hand on my knee.

I saw the sprawled-out buildings minutes before we reached the ranch. It seemed almost unreal, this secluded compound in the middle of nowhere.

James pulled directly up to the main building. All of the buildings matched, built in an elegant dark brown wood in a modern log cabin style, with huge reflective windows. It looked like an ultra modern take on a cabin in the woods. It mixed the modern with nature, taking elements of the area and adding a stylish flair. It seemed to be the Cavendish designing trademark.

“It’s lovely,” I told him.

He smiled, pleased. “The stables are in back, but let me show you the house first.”

“I could see them from the road. What are all of the other buildings? The house seems so huge just by itself.”

“For staff,” he said, as he pulled me inside.

He showed me the house room by room. It was beautiful, of course.

“You decorated this,” I stated. I didn’t have to ask. I was starting to recognize his personal touch. The stark modern floors and walls mixed with rustic tables and furnishings that had an authentic Wyoming feel to them just had his stamp all over it.

He just nodded, leading me through the entryway and through a mammoth living room. He showed me each room of the main floor, pointing out details of the design.

“What? No antlers?” I asked him, as he led me around.

He gave me a mock glare.

I realized I needed a nap as he led me up the stairs. I tried to stifle a yawn.

He glanced back at me. “Nap-time,” he told me.

I just nodded, though it hadn’t been a question.

“We’ll finish the tour later,” he said.

He led me to what was obviously the master bedroom and into a ridiculously huge closet. Half of it held what were obviously women’s clothing. I shot him a look.

“Whose clothing is that?” I asked. I’d been going for a casual tone, but it came out stiff.

He gave me a censorious look. “Yours. I told you I had my shopper pick out a wardrobe for you. You can add whatever you like, but I thought it would be convenient, for the moment, to have at least the essentials available for you, so you don’t have to pack every time we want to go to one of my houses.”