by Becca Colton
Jace rises over me, rolling me onto my back. He looks into my eyes for just a second and then his lips claim mine. I moan into his mouth, wrapping my arms around him. His tongue slips into my mouth, taking what it wants, teasing my tongue until my body feels like it’s on fire. I wrap my legs around him, humping against him. I groan with frustration and anticipation knowing his sweats are the only thing separating his cock from my pussy.
He breaks the kiss and sits up, looking down at me. He stares at the outline of my breasts through the shirt I’m wearing and then reaches down to the hem, tugging the shirt up to my neck. I’m practically naked beneath him as his eyes take in every curve, the passion in his gaze making me feel sexier than I ever have before.
I gasp and arch my back toward him as he leans down and takes a hard nipple into his mouth, his hot tongue swirling slow circles around it. Fingers close around my other nipple, pulling and lightly twisting it until I’m panting with desire.
My hands find their way to his head, my fingers twisting and curling his dark brown hair as his mouth lavishes attention on my other nipple. He nips it lightly with his teeth, making me moan, and then slowly starts sliding down my body, his lips leaving kisses that feel like fire on my skin.
Slowly, so excruciatingly and frustratingly slowly, Jace kisses his way between my thighs. He looks up at me and grins, a crooked, devilish grin that promises all kinds of pleasure. His lips plant soft kisses all around my aching sex, making me moan, my hips shifting in a vain attempt to feel his mouth where I need it. He chuckles softly, his gray eyes looking up at me. His tongue flicks out and slowly licks his lips. My eyes are riveted to the movement. I couldn’t look anywhere else right now if my life depended on it.
And then he dives down, my head dropping back on the pillow as I gasp and moan from the sudden onslaught of pleasure. Jace has obviously decided the teasing is over and he attacks my pussy like a man possessed.
Jace’s tongue laps at my wet slit, moving faster than I thought possible, licking from the bottom up to my clit, teasing that bundle of nerves with just a flick of his tongue before his mouth makes the same trip again. And again. By the third time I’m desperate for more, and it’s like Jace can read my mind.
The fingers of one hand spread my lips open as he places his other hand just over my pussy, his thumb ghosting over my clit, stroking it with a light-as-a-feather touch. And then he slides his tongue deep inside me.
“Ohmyfuckinggodyesohfuckingyes!” I scream, bucking my hips against his face as he tongue fucks me. I grab his head, my fingers grabbing his hair, my nails digging into his skin. His tongue slides in and out of me like a little cock, licking me in places I’ve never been licked, and an orgasm slams into me out of nowhere, taking my breath away. I clench my teeth and arch up against Jace’s mouth, every muscle in my body pulled taut. His thumb increases its pressure on my clit and I come again, a second orgasm sweeping over me before the first one is done having its way with me.
As I twitch and moan, Jace slides up my sweat-slicked body. At some point he lost the sweatpants and I can feel his cock sliding up and down my slit. “Fuck me,” I beg.
He reaches for the nightstand and I know what he’s going for, but I don’t want that. I know it’s crazy, but I don’t want it. Not with him. I reach out and grab his hand, shaking my head. “No,” I whisper, looking into his eyes, letting him know how serious I am. “I’m clean, and I have an implant. I only want you. Nothing between us. I want to feel you.”
His answer is to capture my lips in a kiss as he moves his hips around, lining up his throbbing cock with my entrance. He pushes forward slowly, filling me with his thick shaft. I moan into his mouth as he fills me completely with one stroke, not stopping until his tight balls are resting against my ass. My legs wrap around him, holding him tight. “Fuck me,” I beg again when he breaks the kiss. “I need you.”
“You have me, darlin’,” he says softly, and then he pulls back nice and slow until just the head of his cock is nestled between my pussy lips. He pauses for just a second and the slides back in, balls-deep. I wrap my arms around him, digging my fingers into his powerful back as he fucks me with slow deep strokes. Soon I can feel another orgasm approaching. I squeeze my inner muscles around him. “Faster,” I whisper into his ear. “Please. Faster.”
Gentleman that he is, Jace begins moving faster. He straightens up over me, raising my legs up over his shoulders, grabbing my ankles. My hands fall to the bed, my fingers curling in the sheets as Jace increases his pace until his balls are slapping against my ass with every forward thrust. He’s staring into my eyes and I want to return the gaze — I really do — but the pleasure is shorting out my brain. I’ve never even come twice during sex and now I can feel a third orgasm building deep within me, and it’s building fast and there’s no way I could stop it even if I wanted to. It slams into me and I close my eyes, screaming Jace’s name as I shatter around his cock. His steady thrusts become rough, staggered, and I can feel his cock pulsing as he comes deep inside me, growling my name in such a way that my pussy clutches him even tighter.
We stay like that for a couple of minutes, him buried inside me as we look into each other’s eyes, both of us panting and covered in sweat as we catch our breath. After a little bit, he slowly withdraws and lays down beside me, one powerful, thick arm wrapping around me, turning me and pulling me against him, my back against his chest. I’ve never been one for cuddling but I can’t get enough of this man. I snuggle back against him, enjoying the heat of his body, the ache between my legs letting me know this man has claimed me as his.
I sigh contentedly, my eyes wandering across the little cabin. It’s just a temporary thing while he helps with this whole fright fest thing so it doesn’t say much about the man. There’s not a lot of personal touches, but there is one thing. A tiny shadow box on the dresser. There’s a badge behind the glass, displayed in the center of the tiny frame.
“Are you a cop,” I ask.
“Texas Ranger,” he says. “Retired.”
“Retired? Why? You’re only like . . . what, forty?”
“Forty?” he says, and snorts. “You’re cute. Forty-five.”
He’s quiet for a few minutes, and I figure he either fell asleep or doesn’t want to talk about it. I’m curious, but I’m not going to pry. I put my hand on the forearm over me, desperate to feel as much of him as possible, and close my eyes. I’m just about to drift off when he speaks again.
“I lost my partner,” he says. “He was a good man, but he got gunned down because I wasn’t fast enough.”
I frown. The idea of Jace not being fast enough for anything doesn’t work for me. He was hot on my heels after I punched him in the nose, and he found me in the lake. I’m still not sure how he did that, but if it wasn’t for him I’d be dead.
“What happened?” I ask. I give his forearm a squeeze. “If you want to talk about it, I mean. If not —”
“Strangely enough, I don’t mind the idea of talking to you about it . . . and I haven’t really talked to anyone.”
That makes me smile, the idea that he wants to share with me. Even if it’s something painful. Especially that it’s something painful, because that’s much harder to do.
“We got caught off guard. Drug smuggler came up behind Danny and put a gun to his temple. I hesitated. Danny got shot.”
“It doesn’t sound like there was anything you could do,” I offered.
“I could’ve tried. There was a shot. Not a great one. But it was there. I froze.”
I shift around, turning in Jace’s arms. I look into his eyes and see the pain there, the pain he’s been holding probably ever since this happened. I put my hand on his cheek and kiss him softly. “I know you did your best, Jace. And I’m sure everyone else knows that too.” I shrug. “Sometimes stuff can’t be fixed. You saved my life, and I’m sure you’ve saved others. But nobody can save everyone.”
He looks at me, and maybe it’s my imagination but it looks like ther
e’s less pain, less guilt, in his eyes. He kisses me and holds me tight. I press my face against his chest, inhaling his scent, letting it wash over me like a cozy blanket. After a few minutes, I hear his breathing deepen as he falls asleep. I smile, enjoying the feel of him, his warmth, his heartbeat, everything. I close my eyes and drift off, happier than I’ve been in a long time.
Chapter 8
Jace
I open my eyes to a whisper-soft snore just below my chin. I’ve got my arm around Adrienne and her head is on my chest, looking like the prettiest angel that could ever be. Her little snores have to be the cutest thing I’ve ever heard. The feel of her curvy body pressed next to mine gives me all kinds of ideas about how to start the day, but she had a busy, stress-filled day yesterday and she’s out like a light. I stroke my fingers through her hair. Has it really just been a day? I shake my head and sigh, looking up at the ceiling. Only a day and I’ve already fallen for her. I don’t know her last name, where she’s from, or even what kind of car she drives, but I gave my heart to her as soon as I saw her, even though she was looking at me with horror since I was wearing a hockey mask and carrying a machete. What a way to meet your future wife.
Wife? I blink, thinking about it. Yeah. I’ve fallen that hard for her. My head says it’s a crazy idea, but my heart says she’s mine, and that it’s very important I do anything and everything I can to make sure this little angel doesn’t fly away. And my cock? My cock says if I stay in bed much longer —her breasts pressed against me, her thigh across my leg, her soft breath tickling my chest hair — that I’ll be waking her up and fucking her brains out, good intentions be damned.
Reluctantly, I carefully slide out of bed, being careful to not wake her. I’ll get a shower and then fix breakfast for her. Maybe I’ll figure out a way to talk her into giving us a try before we go look at her car.
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The hot water feels incredible but I should probably take a cold shower because my cock is rock-hard and shows no signs of going down. I’m not exactly a virgin but I’ve never been with a woman that turns me on the way Adrienne does.
I lather up my shoulders, chest, and arms, slowly moving lower. I surprise myself by moaning when my hand comes in contact with my cock. I wrap my hand around my shaft and slowly stroke it. Jesus. I’m a grown man jerking off like a teenager because there’s a pretty girl in my bed. But I can’t help myself. I’m too fucking horny. I’m determined to let her rest but my cock is demanding to be taken care of. I tighten my grip, feeling my shaft throb, and then I freeze as the curtain slides to the side just enough for her to step into the shower with me.
“Need help,” she asks, and I can hear the lust in her voice.
“I was going to let you sleep,” I say, my voice a hoarse whisper.
“That’s sweet,” she says, placing her hands on my shoulders and turning me toward the shower spray, rinsing the soap off my body. “But no man of mine is going to jerk his cock when I can take care of it for him.” She presses her breasts against my back, wet skin sliding against wet skin. “But damn,” she purrs. “Watching you stroke yourself through the shower curtain is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.”
I turn to face her, looking into her dark blue eyes. I lean down to kiss her, but she pulls away, a mischievous smile on her lips. “I love your kisses, Jace,” she says, and I love the way my name sounds when she says it, “but I can think of something much more fun to do with my mouth right this minute.”
I groan as she slowly sinks down to her knees, and I have to fight the urge to come right then when she looks at my cock and licks her lips.
“Adrienne,” I groan, my voice close to becoming an animalistic growl, “you don’t —”
“What happened to Adri?” she asks, wrapping her fingers around my shaft.
“What?” It’s like she’s speaking a foreign language and my brain is wrapped in cotton, all the blood in my body seeming to be on a fast track straight to my cock.
Her hand slides slowly up and down my cock. “You called me Adri last night.” She smiles. “I liked it. A lot.”
Her tongue flicks out and laps at a drop of precum, and I slam my palms against the wall to keep from falling down as my legs start shaking from the effort it takes to not come all over her.
“Adri,” I gasp, “you don’t have to —”
“I know,” she says, looking up at me with something much more powerful than lust shining in her eyes. “I know I don’t have to. That’s why I want to.”
And then she opens that pretty mouth and swallows almost half my cock. I close my eyes as her tongue swirls around the part trapped in her mouth, her hand sliding up and down my shaft, squeezing it firmly.
She tries two or three times to take more of it but finally pulls back, gasping for air, her eyes watering. “Fuck, you’re big.”
She starts to go for it again but I stop her, leaning down and pulling her to her feet. “As much as I love seeing your sexy lips wrapped around my cock,” I growl, finally giving in to the lust hammering at my brain, “I need to feel that tight pussy wrapped around me again.”
Adri squeals as I grab her ass cheeks and lift her into the air. She wraps her legs around my waist and moans as the head of my cock slides against her slit. “Fuck me with that big dick, Jace” she whispers in my ear.
I lift her a bit higher and roll my hips, lining up with her hot core, and then slowly drop her down onto my cock. We both moan as her inner muscles grab hold tight.
“God, I love your cock,” Adri purrs, rolling her hips against me.
“I love your tight little pussy,” I reply while planting kisses all over her neck and shoulders. I love you, I think to myself, but it’s too soon for something like that. I don’t want to scare her off.
“You’re so strong, Jace,” Adri says softly, her fingers clenching my biceps as I lift her up and down on my cock. “I feel so safe with you.”
“You are safe with me, darlin’,” I say, right before taking her mouth with mine, enjoying the taste of her as our tongues tease each other. I’m trying to think of anything except the gorgeous woman sliding up and down my shaft because I can practically feel the cum boiling in my balls. “I’m not going to last much longer, baby. You feel too fucking good.”
Adri’s hand slides between us, her breath hitching as her fingers dance across her clit. I start sliding her on my cock faster, my fingers digging into her nice round ass cheeks.
“Fuck, Jace,” she gasps, wrapping her arms around my neck and holding on tight. “I’m going to come, baby.”
“Come for me, darlin’,” I breathe into her ear, dipping my head to lightly bite her neck.
“Fuck,” Adri moans, bucking her hips against me, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Each “fuck” is punctuated by her thrusting her hips against me, and then she sucks in a sharp breath, her body freezing, every muscle taut, as her pussy clenches down on my shaft. A loud moan escapes her as her juices coat my cock, and the feeling of her warm essence running down my shaft is all that’s needed to push me over the edge. I brace myself as my orgasm hits me like a wild bull and I pull her down tight against my cock as I fill her with my cum.
We stand like that for several seconds, and then she lets out a loud squeal. “Oh my god, when did the water get so cold?”
I chuckle softly and carefully set her down so we can both retreat from the ice-cold water. We share flirtatious looks as we dry off, enjoying the comfortable silence between us. It’s like neither of us wants to shatter whatever is happening between us at the moment.
Unfortunately, a knock on the door shatters the moment for us. I frown and wrap the towel around my waist, stalking to the door and pulling it open. “What?” I growl.
My sister arches an eyebrow. “Well good morning to you, too.” A floorboard creaks behind me as Adri tries to silently make her way back to the bed. Jenna peeks around me and a slow smirk grows as she looks back at me. “I guess it i
s a good morning, huh, big brother?”
I close my eyes and sigh. She’ll hang this over my head for the rest of my life.
“Relax,” Jenna says. “If she’s special enough to make you stop living the life of a celibate priest then I like her already.”
“We are not going to discuss celibacy in any shape, form, or fashion, sis. That’s just weird.”
Jenna laughs. “I was just wondering if you had plans.” She smirks. “I mean besides porking the girl you found in the woods, of course.”
I shake my head. “Jesus, Jenna. We’re not going to talk about porking, either. And yes, I have plans. I’m going to take a look at Adri’s car after we eat. Why?”
“Me and a few others are going to look around the camp and see if the storm caused any problems that need to be taken care of. We already saw that a branch took out one of the generators so it needs to be repaired, and a few windows in the chow hall were broken.”
I nod. “If you still need help after I look at her car I’ll pitch in and help.”
My sister nods and then leans closer to me. “Will she be staying after her car is fixed?” she asks softly.
I hope so. “I don’t know yet,” I say.
She nods and gives me a hopeful smile, holding up crossed fingers.
I return the smile and she heads toward the chow hall, probably to meet the others she mentioned. I glance over and see Adri still wrapped in a towel. She points to a pile of damp clothes on the floor. “The only clothes I have are what I was wearing when I fell into the lake.”
Shit. I turn back to the open door. “Hey! Jenna!”
Chapter 9
Adrienne
Once again, I’m walking through the woods. Except this time the sun is up and I don’t have to worry about a machete-wielding freak in a hockey mask jumping out of the bushes and scaring the crap out of me. That’s because the machete-wielding freak — minus the machete and the hockey mask — is walking by my side, holding my hand.
