Rocky Mountain Shelter

by Vivian Arend

  “You’re welcome, sweetie. And you’re not even drunk, so you can keep partying,” Rachel offered with a wink, leaning back into Lee’s chest. He curled his hands around her hips and rested his chin on her shoulder, looking very comfortable.

  Looking very much like he had an agenda that would kick into gear the minute Trevor and Becky left, which was fine because Trevor had plans of his own.

  Becky curled up against him inside the truck, legs on the seat, her hands wrapped around his biceps as he took them into the country. “That was so much fun.”

  “It sounded like it.”

  She giggled, hiccupping once before giggling again. “I’m not drunk,” she informed him.

  “So Rachel said.” He still wasn’t going to do anything unless she was completely sober, and from the way she was giggling, the good time had involved a fair amount of alcohol.

  Only she hadn’t gotten the memo about not doing anything, because she shifted position until she could nuzzle her lips against his neck. “I did have some drinks, and I can report back on my favourites, but all I’ve been drinking for the past three hours is pop. And water. Lots of water, because Melody brought these things she said were made of buffalo, but they were so hot my tonsils were roasting.”

  “Buffalo wings,” Trevor said, keeping his amusement out of his voice as best he could. “It means hot and spicy chicken wings. Did you like them?”

  “Up until they attacked my taste buds, yes.” She took a little nip at his ear lobe, and he gripped the steering wheel tighter to keep going in a straight line. “And then the girls showed me a bunch of their favourite movie clips. There was an awful lot of kissing in them.”

  And that explained Rachel’s little role-playing at the end there. When Harry Met Sally was never going to get old. “Let me guess. There had to have been at least one scene from Pride and Prejudice. Mr. Darcy. Old-time clothing, and he dives into a lake.”

  Laughter escaped in the form of warm air rushing past his cheek. “Melody played that one, and the girls teased her for it. Then Rachel put on this clip that had someone doing weights and a whole bunch of bodies in a swimming pool. I wasn’t quite sure what was going on most of the time, but it was hot.”

  Jeez. Trevor was laughing now as well, even as her tongue circling his ear was driving him crazy. “Rachel showed you porn?”

  “No porn. That was a rule—it had to be a movie or TV show. I can’t remember the title. Something about senses.” Lips wrapped around his earlobe then she sucked, and he was perilously close to pulling over the truck to give her something else to put her mouth on.

  “Want to go to your place or mine?” He had to grit the words out.

  “I don’t care.” She undid the top buttons of his shirt, her hands slipping underneath to stroke his chest muscles. “I want to fool around.”

  God, she was on fire. “Those movies got your engine running.”

  “I guess. Mostly, though, you get my engine running. You’re so sexy. I think about you, and it’s like this match lights inside me, and I ache.”

  He passed her driveway, heading to his place, definitely going faster than the speed limit. “Hold that thought for three more minutes.”

  She dragged her fingernails over his chest. Talk about aching—his cock was sitting at an awkward angle for being at full mast, and there wasn’t room to wiggle. He took the corner into his driveway on two wheels, roaring up to the front door and slamming into park.

  The instant he turned off the ignition, his seatbelt clicked free, snapping away as Becky crawled into his arms. They tangled together as he shoved open the door and carried her with him, her mouth over his as she wrapped herself around him.

  Trevor stepped forward blindly, drunk on the taste of her. He wasn’t sure how he made it up the steps, or into his house, but moments later he had her pressed against the wall inside the door, desperate to satisfy his hunger as he licked into her mouth, teasing and making her gasp.

  Even as he raced forward he checked for any complaints at his rough actions. Nothing, not words or physical retreat. In fact she jerked the front of his shirt hard enough a few buttons flew free, rattling on the floor as she desperately shoved the material from his shoulders.

  “Take it off,” she demanded when he let them up for air, her fists still tangled in the fabric as she tugged fruitlessly.

  He didn’t want to stop, not even to get naked. Her mouth drew him back like a bee to sweet nectar. But between kisses his clothes vanished. Shirt jerked forward over his head and tossed to the side. Her fingers on his belt, pulling it apart before she slipped from his arms and fell to her knees in front of him. She planted dirty kisses along his hipbones, her tongue tracing his skin and leaving behind wet streaks.

  She tugged his jeans over his hips before reaching for his briefs and peeling them down his thighs. His cock sprang free and she hummed as if delighted. “My turn.”

  Trevor placed an elbow on the wall, leaning his body over her as she wrapped her fingers around his length, a delightful mix of inexperience and eager enthusiasm. “You’ve never done this before.”

  “I want to.” She tilted her head back until her gaze met his, fire flashing in the brown depths. “I want to make you feel good, like you’ve done for me. And the idea excites me. Makes that ache inside turn brighter. Hotter.”

  He wasn’t about to argue. “I get excited when I go down on you. Sex is fun, and it feels good to make someone else feel good.”

  She stroked him timidly, her hand gentle, her tongue slipping out to wet her lips. “Teach me?”

  The sweet innocence of her request made him shiver with anticipation. “Use your tongue and lick all around the head.”

  He pressed his hand over hers to angle his cock downward slightly so it was easier for her to reach. She straightened her spine, and her mouth ended up in line with his cock as she leaned forward to obey his command. The first, tentative flicks with her tongue slowly grew more confident, until she covered him with her lips, licking up the spill of seed that had escaped.

  She teased his slit for a moment and he moaned in approval. “Put your hand around me right at the base of my cock. That’s it,” he said, covering her fingers with his and showing her how hard to stroke. “Squeeze me, like that. Oh, hell yeah, that’s right.”

  Becky stroked smoothly with a firm, strong grip. Pleasure rippled up his spine, especially when she put her mouth back on him, slowly moving her head over his length before pulling back. She did it again, a little deeper, repeating the motion until her lips finally met her fist.

  “Fuck, Rodeo. That feels so damn good.”

  She didn’t need lessons, or maybe he was so enthralled with her enthusiastic technique that he didn’t give two hoots that she wasn’t deep-throating him or something. The wet heat surrounding him made his cock hard and his balls draw up tight to his body.

  His cock was completely wet, the moisture from her lips making it easier for her hand to slide. She pulled back to cover the head, teasing the sensitive spot right where he liked it best with the tip of her tongue until he was seeing stars.

  She sped up her hand motion, twisting slightly at the end of each pulse. Trevor pulled his fingers through her hair, gathering it into a ponytail and looping the length around his fist so he could watch every second.

  “So damn beautiful,” he breathed, amazed that she would do this for him. Pushing away the urge to come because he wanted her to enjoy this as well. “Put your hand in your pants. Touch yourself while I fuck your mouth.”

  Her gaze flicked upward, a moment of confusion visible.

  “Don’t worry, I won’t go too far.” He pressed his other hand to her cheek and slowly rocked forward, holding her head in place and taking control.

  He repeated it slowly, so slowly. The head of his cock barely resting on her lower lip before sliding forward just far enough she didn’t pull away.

  With her hands free, she undid her jeans and pushed under the pale white panties he could bar
ely glimpse.

  “That’s it,” he encouraged, waiting until she made contact with her clit, the tension in her body changing from anticipation to gathering pleasure. He tightened his grip on her hair, holding her motionless as he pressed forward again. Pleasure streaked up his spine, his gaze fixed on the way the material moved, pushed by her fingers as she increased the speed of her stroke.

  Slow pulses now, barely more than the head of his cock in her mouth, but whenever she swallowed, whenever she closed around him, it sent an extra zing through his body.

  She made a little noise, rocking gently, close to coming. When her lashes fluttered, Trevor lost it. Becky’s hand jerked and a throaty cry echoed as she came.

  He kept from driving forward, instead pulling from her mouth and grabbing his cock tight. Jerking frantically for one, two more times before losing control, his release spurting out with near violent pressure. He caught her on the face with the first shot before turning away and spilling on the floor, dark spots rising in front of his eyes at the sheer relief.

  He rolled into the wall with a shoulder and slid to the floor beside her, cock still hanging out, tremours shaking him. Becky fell back on her heels in an untidy collapse of her own.

  She pulled her hand from her pants, fingers glistening from the sweet moisture of her body. Trevor caught her hand and pulled it to him, licking her fingers clean as she stared wide-eyed.

  They sat in silence, except for their heavy breathing, languid with pleasure. He was about to say something when she stole back her hand, wiping away the strand of moisture still clinging to her cheek.

  She considered her fingers intently, then lifted them to her mouth, touching her tongue to his seed, all the while staring him in the eye.

  “Sweet Jesus, Rodeo.”

  Her lips twisted into a filthy, satisfied smile. “Next time, I want you to come in my mouth.”

  He’d thought his head was done spinning, but he was wrong. “You’re learning dirty tricks. I like that.”

  She batted her lashes, and they both burst out laughing, still breathless from what had gone before.

  Trevor leaned in and kissed her before breathing an invitation against her lips. “Come on. It’s time for bed.”

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  It didn’t make any sense to feel shy after what they’d done, but she did. Her cheeks heated as he helped her to her feet and they both straightened their clothes.

  “Are you going to drive me home?”

  Trevor linked his fingers through hers and pulled her down the hallway. “Stay with me,” he said. “We don’t have to fool around anymore, but I want to sleep with you.”

  Another first. Did she want this?

  Her feet were answering before her mouth announced her decision, willingly following Trevor. “I don’t have any pyjamas.”

  A low chuckle sounded as they entered his bedroom. “You really think that’s going to be a problem, Rodeo?”

  She was surprised when he threw her one of his oversized T-shirts, mischief on his face.

  “You mean you don’t expect me to sleep in the nude?”

  He shrugged. “I’m not going to object if you do, but the shirt works. Go ahead and use the bathroom. There should be a new toothbrush in the drawer. I’ll be back in a minute.”

  Becky waited until he’d left to slip into the bathroom, amazed yet glad to find herself comfortable at the thought of sleeping with him. She brushed her teeth quickly before returning to the bedroom to get undressed. She took off her jeans and folded them, leaving them on the chair beside the bed, then slipped his shirt over her head. Trevor’s shirt hung to mid-thigh, the soft fabric caressing her skin as she eyed his bed.

  It was big. Bigger than the beds she’d ever been in before. It was neatly made, enough that she couldn’t tell just from looking what side Trevor usually slept on. She crawled under the covers and moved to the very middle, the sheets cool around her thighs as she waited, feeling very awkward and yet very mellow.

  It’d been a good night. She’d enjoyed her time with the girls, and what had happened in the hall. And the idea of cuddling with Trevor all night seemed like the perfect end to the day. Only…

  It really was a big bed.

  “Such wide eyes,” Trevor said softly as he walked in the door. “Are you okay with this?”

  She nodded quickly. “I didn’t know which side you want.”

  “Oh, right where you are.”

  Becky paused, not sure which way that meant she should move.

  He laughed. “Don’t worry, we’re not going to take up that much room.”

  She wasn’t quite sure what he was talking about until he stripped to his briefs and joined her, pulling her into his arms. He settled around her like a blanket, one arm over her stomach, his hand sliding up to cup her breast.

  “Oh.”

  Trevor made a soft noise, pressing his nose into the hair at the back of her neck. “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna get you all riled up again. I’ve got early chores, and I’ll probably be gone before you wake. I just like feeling you in my arms.”

  He fell silent, his chest rising and falling in an even rhythm, moving slowly against her back. The sheets had warmed up, and everywhere she was toasty warm.

  She should’ve been exhausted, after a full day of work and partying with the girls, yet she was strangely alert, wonderfully satisfied at being limb to limb with him. The hair on his legs tickled slightly, and he might’ve said they weren’t going to fool around, but his cock was there, pressed against her backside.

  Not ten minutes later Trevor stroked her arm. “You’re fidgeting. Are you uncomfortable?”

  “Lying here with you? No, this is perfect. I’m not sleepy.”

  He kissed the side of her neck. “You had fun with the girls?”

  “They’re amazing. So easy to be with. I appreciate that a lot.” She wasn’t sure why she was surprised when good things kept happening. “I’ve been so lucky. Ever since I ran away, I’ve had nothing but good people come into my life.”

  “I’m glad.”

  Becky rolled under his arm until she faced him, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. “You’re one of those good people.”

  “Well, I’m glad of that too. Nothing much I do that’s special, though.”

  He had no idea. But his words made her think back. “That day I ran away, I wasn’t sure what might happen. When Mark picked me up, there must have been guardian angels watching over me because I would’ve taken any truck that came along at that point.”

  Trevor stroked her hair gently. “Things could have ended badly.”

  She nodded. Maybe it was the combination of drinking and fooling around, but she was so relaxed she couldn’t feel uncomfortable, not even bringing up her worst fears. “I was prepared for about anything, or at least I thought I was. I figured the worst that would happen was some driver would agree to give me a lift, but he’d want sex in exchange.”

  His grip tightened briefly before he went back to caressing her. “I’m damn glad that didn’t happen.”

  “Me too, but in some ways, it wouldn’t have been any worse than what had been happening back at the settlement. It would’ve been a step away from being trapped.”

  “I’m so sorry all that happened to you.”

  “I know.” She considered. “Maybe Mark was my guardian angel. I mean, he could have left me at the next truck stop, and I would have been grateful, but he did so much more.”

  Trevor pressed his fingers under her chin and tilted her head back so he could kiss her. Once on the lips. Once on each eyelid. Once on the tip of her nose. “It’s in your past. You’ve moved on.”

  “Paradise Settlement is still there, though,” she pointed out, sadness making her ache inside. “That’s still the world my sister faces every morning when she wakes up. Not the part about being shared—Abel never did that to her. But she’s never going to get the chance to do so many of the things I’ve done over the past months. She’s trapped, just lik
e I was, and so are her kids, especially the girls.”

  Becky leaned her head against his chest and took a deep breath. Someday. Someday she’d be able to make a difference in her family’s life.

  The day caught up with her in a rush and she snuggled in tight.

  “You getting sleepy?” he whispered.

  “Hmmm. You should sing me a lullaby,” she suggested in a whisper.

  A soft noise snuck out from him. “You’re an amazing woman, Becky Hall. Now go to sleep.”

  He did. Sing to her, that is. Not any child’s song she recognized, but a soft collection of words that talked about oceans, and opening doors and dancing. But the loudest sound was his heart, beating solidly under her ear as it guided her into a deep, restful sleep.

  The entire day he’d done chores with his mind half on his task, and half on an idea that refused to go away.

  Lee crawled back into the truck after closing a gate after them, bracing himself with a hand on the dashboard as Trevor drove slowly over the uneven ground toward the top of the ridge where the next cattle shelter stood. “I feel like something the cat dragged in, but you look as if you got less sleep than me. You going to last the rest of the day?”

  “I slept fine,” Trevor insisted. “We went to bed not that long after I picked Becky up.”

  That got him a low whistle in response. “So. I take it things are working out well. If you’re spending the night together, and all.”

  “With me and Becky? Things are great.” Other than that one unexpected issue, and he wasn’t about to talk to his little brother about it. “I like spending time with her. She makes me feel good. And a bit guilty at how easy my life has been.”

  “I know what you mean,” Lee offered, patting his shoulder briefly as they moved to dump bales from the back of the truck to the waiting cattle. “When Rachel was dealing with stuff with her ex, I felt useless. It was the most frustrating sensation ever—wanting to fix things and knowing there was nothing that I could fix.”

  Trevor flexed his biceps, lifting the bale by the binder twine and swinging it over the edge off the truck bed. The square bale landed with a gentle thump on the ground as the cattle moved forward eagerly. “Yeah. I pretty much know how to solve problems when it’s things like fixing shit around the house, or if it involves a shovel or an axe. I don’t know how to fix things that are hurting her on the inside. Or stuff like Dad being sick, and how frustrated he is with the whole situation.”