Rocky Mountain Shelter

by Vivian Arend

  “There’s no place on a human body that could fit in.” Not without killing the person. Becky figured it might scare some of the mares as well, but she wasn’t about to say that out loud. “That’s just not right.”

  “Some parts of the body stretch more than others.” His hand slipped from her waist to cup her butt cheek. “So, these on the left are called vibrators. They can go in you, or up against your clit. They can be fun.”

  She was still figuring out his last comment, turning to examine his face carefully. “Back up. People put these in their butts?”

  “Some do. People who like it say it feels really good.”

  She shook her head. “That’s an exit only.”

  He burst out laughing. “Hell, sweetie, let’s not rush things, but remember you said you’d keep an open mind. We want new things to try, both of us.”

  “Not my butt,” she muttered, grabbing down one of the packages from the wall and examining it intently before she realized what she was doing. “Good grief, it looks like a cactus with three arms.” She read closer. “Pleasure pearls, tickling rabbit ears, vibrating anal experience…” She didn’t know which part bothered her more—the anal comment or the rabbit bit. “I feel like I’m in a foreign country where I don’t know the language.”

  But she was with Trevor, and that made things easier to handle. An hour later, after a lot of discussion and giggling on her part, they had picked out a bunch of stuff—including a rabbit, God help her—and were headed back to Rocky Mountain House.

  “I’m glad we went shopping where I don’t know anyone.”

  Trevor was unpacking their purchases onto the dresser beside her bed. “People who work in shops like that try hard to make people feel comfortable.

  It hadn’t worked, but she saw his point. And now watching him lay the things they’d bought out in plain sight was doing something weird to her gut. “Are we going to fool around?”

  He chuckled. “Not if you don’t want to. We can go weed the garden or something, if you’d like that more.”

  She was scared that even with new things to try that they’d end up back where they always did, with her haunted by the past. She stepped forward to press her face to his chest. “I like everything I do with you, so why does this feel so strange?”

  “Because you’re thinking about it too much.” Trevor kissed her. A sweet, lingering kiss that melted away a lot of her hesitation and got her on board with trying some of their new toys.

  Especially when he shuffled her off to the shower, turned on the taps and stepped in with her. “There’s not enough room for the two of us in here,” she teased.

  “Lots of room if we stay close,” he murmured, slipping a hand around her waist and making contact between their wet bodies. His cock was already heavy with arousal, and even though he ignored it, she found it hard to.

  He’d given her so much pleasure, it only made sense she should do the same for him.

  Becky directed her hands over the solid muscle of his torso, shivering as he returned the favour, rubbing her until bubbles slicked her skin. The warm scent of raspberries rose around them, and she gasped in surprise when he leaned over to lick her nipple, soap bubbles and all.

  “Edible oils,” he murmured, lips against her skin. “Although you taste delicious all the time without any help.”

  She breathed in deeply, letting the pleasure of what he was doing stroke her further and faster as he knelt before her in the tub, pressing kisses over her stomach. Her mound. His hands cupped her butt to hold her in place as he dragged his tongue through her curls, barely teasing her clit. Light, fluttering touches that sent individual streaks of lightning into her without setting off a storm.

  When he slipped a finger into her sex, she’d been expecting it. Waiting for the sensation so she could try to analyze why this felt so good when other things didn’t. He moved slowly, but insistently, stroking the front of her body, moving smoothly through the wetness he found. A second finger joined the first, sliding in deep as he increased the pressure of his tongue.

  Trevor pulled out and skimmed his fingers at the entrance to her body, sensitive nerves making her moan with pleasure before a third finger stretched her, a split second of discomfort that skidded to pleasure so fast she didn’t have time to complain.

  He stabbed his tongue lower, into her body this time, then his fingers did the circle thing again, before drifting backward. He sucked hard on her clit right as he pressed a finger between her butt cheeks, and she shivered even as she uttered a warning. “Trevor.”

  He chuckled against her body. “Just playing,” he promised.

  But he kept playing, teasing with the tip of his finger. She didn’t tell him to stop because he also slipped his thumb into her sex, and combining that with what he was doing to her clit, she didn’t have much to complain about. Stroking, sucking—it was triple overload, and an orgasm struck without any problem.

  He had her wrapped in a towel and carried to the bed before she stopped shaking. “You didn’t get to come,” she complained.

  “We’re not done.” Trevor pulled away the towel and sat back, delicious looking and oh so fine. A mouthwatering feast of masculine muscle wearing a cocky grin. “You have to promise to go careful with me.”

  He brought two of their purchases to the mattress, and Becky picked them up, turning them over in her hands. “I’m not feeling it,” she warned. “They don’t scream ‘oh hey, you’re going to love this’ to me.”

  “Trust me, I’m as nervous as you.” Trevor held up a small vibrator. “This one’s for you. Not much different than what we did in the shower. This part is the same size as my thumb, and the rabbit sits against your clit.” He pushed a button and the whole thing shook. “Vibrator.”

  She picked up the other thin shaft, not quite understanding. “If that one’s for me, what are you going to do with this one?”

  “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but that’s for you to use on me.” Trevor let out a slow breath. “In the interest of trying new things, I’m willing to experiment. There’s supposed to be this spot inside a guy that feels really good when it gets rubbed.”

  He took the purple thing from her and turned it on. The thicker head of the shaft shook against her palm as he pressed it to her hand.

  Oh dear. “This goes inside you?”

  He snickered. “Jeez, Rodeo, your eyes are like this big.”

  Trevor held up his hands to dinner-plate-sized circles, and she blinked, trying to hide her astonishment. “But you like women, not men.”

  A louder laugh burst out of him. “This is nothing to do with that. This has to do with feeling good, so I shouldn’t knock it till I try it.”

  Thankfully he stopped talking and started kissing her again, stretching out on the mattress and letting her take a breather. He caressed his fingers over her skin, using some of the massage oil they’d bought. She did the same, stroking her fingers across the top of his chest, slicking down the side of his ribs to that muscle she adored.

  “I asked Rachel what to call this,” she told him as she stroked along the length.

  He eased his hips back to let her play, dragging his tongue along her collarbone as he moved toward her breasts again. “Of course you asked Rachel. And what she tell you?”

  “The muscle that makes you want to fuck their brains out.”

  His stomach muscles tightened under her fingers as he laughed. “She did not.”

  “She did, at first, but when she stopped laughing at the way I choked in surprise, she told me it’s called the Adonis muscle, which pretty much means the same thing.”

  “You and Rachel are getting to be a lot of trouble.”

  She wrapped her fingers around his cock. “I’m trouble all on my own.”

  They spent another fifteen minutes touching each other, his fingers lingering longer and longer on the crease between her butt cheeks. “I’m going to put your vibrator in you now,” he warned.

  “Not in my butt,” s
he insisted.

  “No, in your pussy. I want to play with your butt.”

  He stroked the vibrator over her inner thigh, touching and retreating, again and again until she got used to the sensation. It felt good over her clit, and good at the entrance of her sex, and then warm as he slipped it in.

  Becky waited for panic to arrive, but it never did. Instead, a tickling sensation tugged low in her belly, the same as when he put his mouth on her, only this was slower, less direct.

  She sat on the mattress with the vibrator tucked inside her, pleasure on a slow drip. “Your turn,” she whispered.

  Becky pulled in her courage and touched him as well, copying his motions and using the oil as she rubbed his amazing butt. Fingers slipping over him carefully before retreating. Each time a little farther, a little more intimate.

  He lay on his side facing her, and he seemed to be concentrating awfully hard. There was no sign he didn’t like it as she kept touching him, so like he had in the shower, she pressed the very tip of her finger into him.

  Trevor’s eyes widened. “Umm, okay.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Maybe.”

  She shimmied down the bed, keeping the vibrator between her legs, adjusting position until she could lick the head of his cock that stood hard and proud between them.

  “Wait,” Trevor ordered, tucking a pillow under her head before spinning himself around until they faced in opposite directions. He smiled at her. “Now we can both reach.”

  His cock was right there in front of her. “Convenient.”

  She caught hold at the base and angled him the right direction, licking the head happily before pulling him into her mouth. Trevor was busy as well, lifting her upper thigh and propping it over his body so he could take control of the vibrator.

  He must’ve done something to it because suddenly the noise got louder, and the vibrations against her body increased.

  Oh, wow. She hummed her approval around his cock.

  “Damn, that feels good.” Trevor angled his hips, pressing into her mouth. “Your mouth is fucking heaven.”

  His hands had returned, and between moving the vibrator and the finger that was back on her butt, Becky was close to overload.

  But he’d said he wanted to try new things too. She rolled her finger over the oil on their skin, making sure it was slick. Then she sucked his cock into her mouth as far she could, and at the same time, reached over his hip and pressed her finger into him.

  “Jesus, Rodeo. Go slow.”

  He didn’t say stop, so she focused on what she was doing, ignoring the wildfire creeping into her veins. He stroked the vibrator in and out, his tongue replacing whatever had been touching her clit before.

  She moved her finger in a matching tempo, and it was like they were fucking, only completely different, and yet completely right. She pulled back, lashing her tongue against the head of his cock as he groaned with pleasure.

  “Coming.”

  The word was barely recognizable. It was the tightness in his butt and the shaking of his hips that let her know what was about to happen.

  Becky swallowed hard, dragging his release from him as he lost control. His cock jerked, filling her mouth with seed, his hips pulsing against her.

  Everything he was doing stopped, the vibrator falling away to the mattress. She didn’t care; it was so good to have him out of control and out of his mind. She’d done that to him—her—and it might not be where she wanted to end up, but it was a good beginning.

  Trevor groaned, rolling to his back and panting like he’d just finished running a race. “Holy fucking hell.”

  She curled up, grinning at him with satisfaction. “You liked?”

  “I’ll tell you when I get my brain to work again.” He caught her gaze. “We’re not done. Sorry I lost it before you came.”

  “Don’t be.” She leaned over and kissed him, settling in when he pulled her on top like a blanket. “We didn’t use your toy, yet.”

  He narrowed his eyes. “I will not survive anymore today. And I don’t know that I need anything but you.” He caressed her back and offered a smile. “You’re my favourite toy, all on your own.”

  It still wasn’t sex, but it’d been incredible in all sorts of other ways. Becky laid her head on his strong chest, feeling very much at peace.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Hope pressed her hands to her belly, gasping in pain.

  Becky was around the cutting-board table immediately, catching Hope by the shoulders and guiding her to a chair. “You okay?”

  She nodded, sitting gingerly. “That was one wicked kick. The kid got me in the bladder.”

  Becky pushed aside her worry best she could. “Don’t do things like that to me,” she complained. “It’s too soon for you to go into labour.”

  Hope squeezed her fingers. “I have no intention of having this kid a moment earlier than his due date.”

  “Hopefully he got the message as well,” Becky told her. “Are you sure you want me to leave? I can wait until Matt can come to get you.”

  Her boss waved a hand. “I’ll be fine. I have paperwork to do.”

  Becky watched carefully for a moment, but Hope seemed to be telling the truth. She rubbed a hand over her belly, pulling forward notebooks and her laptop computer.

  “If you need help, phone me.”

  “Go home, Becky. You’ll be spending enough time in the shop when I do have this kid.”

  Summertime warmth greeted her as she stepped outside, running shoes tightened for the long walk home. Every day as she paced along the road she thought back to the early days of making this trip, and how much her life had changed since then.

  Becky was no longer an invisible person. She had ID. She had a phone, and her best friend, Rachel, had taught her the secrets of texting. She had a job with someone she enjoyed working with.

  She had a boyfriend. A lover who cared about her—it never ceased to amaze her.

  What she didn’t have yet was a driver’s license, but she’d work on that before the snow flew. It hadn’t made sense to worry about it before she had the money to buy a car, but now enough funds were slowly collecting in her bank account to consider it.

  Everything had gone so well over the past months, better than she had dreamed possible. But the one thing that was missing was the one thing driving her to do more as quickly as possible.

  Paradise Settlement was still there. Sarah was still trapped, and Becky couldn’t rest yet.

  “Hey, Rodeo.”

  She shook her head, smiling because she should have expected it. She twisted toward the road to discover Trevor keeping pace with her, leaning out the driver’s window of his truck.

  “You’re on the wrong side of the road,” she teased.

  He slowed to a stop, checking the highway before running across the road and scooping her up. He twirled her then gave her a mind-blowing kiss before setting her on her feet, dizzy for more than one reason.

  “Let’s go. It’s your turn to drive.”

  She didn’t refuse. The driving lessons were another step in reaching her ultimate goal. Besides, as he directed them along the back roads around the Coleman range, it was a nice change of pace. Something else they could do together, and she wondered again at how lucky she’d become. Glancing at him as he sat aside her, patiently answering her questions then leaning back as if completely confident in her skills.

  He barely twitched when she hit a pothole instead of going around it.

  Everything she had that was good shone with such brightness it threatened to steal her breath away.

  They moved from driving lessons to gathering things from the garden, making a meal to share with Rachel and Lee who planned on coming over later that day.

  This was what life was supposed to be like. Friendship and fun. A community that cared for each other. A place to call home where no one threatened that enjoying life would bring down fire and brimstone, or an eternity in hell.

  Trevor pause
d in the middle of pulling carrots. “Where’ve you gone, sweetheart?”

  Becky turned her face toward him. She’d gotten lost in thought, sitting on a stool near the edge of the garden, her hands steadily working to clean the beans she’d picked. She had to refocus to take in Trevor.

  He was easy on the eyes when she did.

  Tall and handsome. Rock solid as he leaned on a shovel and looked down with tenderness. Careful and caring, like always, and while the expression on his face sent heat through her, it also calmed her.

  He turned her on, yes, but he also made her heart beat for other reasons. She trusted him.

  That meant a lot. That meant everything.

  Becky spoke quietly. “I’ve been thinking about this, and I know it might seem sudden, but I need your help.”

  He nodded. “What’s up?”

  “I want to go back to Paradise Settlement.” It was the most important thing she could think of, and it had been too long in coming. “I want to go get my sister and her family.”

  Shock flashed in his eyes “Jeez, Rodeo. For a second there I thought you meant you wanted to go back, and I was going to tie you up and chain you to the porch railing until you came to your senses.”

  “I wouldn’t go back at all, except she needs me.” Becky took a deep breath. Just thinking about walking into the Settlement made her skin crawl. “I don’t want to go, but I can’t stand the thought that Sarah’s still living there. That the kids are there. The only way for them to get out is to have somewhere to go.” She waved a hand at the house and the garden. “I know it’s not a lot, but it’s a start. Sarah can find a job, even if it’s something like watching kids or sewing. We can make it work, but I have to go back if she’s going to have a chance.”

  “Have you written to her? What’d she think of the idea?”

  Becky shook her head. “There’s no use in writing. Abel would read the letter, and probably not even give it to her. We need to show up and get her, and then they’ll be safe.”

  “Are you sure she’ll come?” he asked softly, worry painting his voice.

  She nodded immediately. “We talked about it. How it would be good to have a place of our own, and how there was more the world could offer the children if they weren’t a few amongst the many.”