She hoped he didn’t expect her to remember anything. “I’ll just watch.”
He zigzagged the lines and looped them under what looked like rubber bands. His careful smoothing of the nylon and meticulous folding boosted her sense of security. About fifteen minutes later, he was done packing both parachutes.
“Ready?”
No. “Yes. Maybe.”
“This is something you can regale your kids with.” My kids? Too bad he hadn’t said our kids. “If I live long enough.” He laughed and put his parachute on. With incredible care, he strapped her into her harness. “That feel nice and snug?” She wiggled around and nothing moved. “I think so.” He handed 58
her a helmet and told her to put on the goggles.
“What does Morgan think of your hobby?”
He glanced to the sky. “What Morgan doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”
Interesting. The two men didn’t share everything.
The skydiving plane landed and bumped along the cow pasture toward them. “Are we next to go up?” She wasn’t sure if she wanted to delay the trip or go now to get it over with.
“Yup.”
She supposed that if she chickened out, she could always stay in the plane while Clint jumped. He grabbed her hand and led her over to the plane. Three other guys joined them, one with a video camera.
They were laughing as if what they were about to do was an everyday occurrence.
Here goes. When she crawled in, she was surprised to find no seats. She glanced back over her shoulder.
“It would be difficult if we had to crawl over seats, you know.” He must have anticipated her question.
“How come there’s no door?”
“It’s here.” He tapped the ceiling. It looked like the door was rolled upward. “Easier access to the outside. It would suck if the parachute got stuck on the hinges.”
Shivers rippled down her spine. Trust Clint. At least he didn’t expect her to pull the cord to release the parachute. She’d have freaked and they both would have died.
The plane taxied over the rather bumpy ground and quickly took off. Since she wasn’t sitting by the exit, she didn’t have to look down.
She wasn’t sure what altitude they were climbing to, but whatever it was, they got there too fast.
“Give me your back. I need to hook us together.” Normally, the idea of hooking together with him would thrill her, but right now she was petrified. “What if I pass out?” She had to shout over the noise of the engine.
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“Then you’ll miss a spectacular sight. As soon as we jump remember to open your arms and spread your legs.” Her mind immediately went to a happier place where Clint was on his stomach licking her pussy. Her blood pressure lowered a bit. “Got it.” Arms out, pussy open.
“When we get near the land, remember to lift your legs. I’ll do all the work to land.”
“Okay.” She prayed she could keep all of the instructions straight in her head.
The pilot must have nodded or something because next thing she knew Clint had maneuvered her to the door. The air slammed into her face. She got her first glance at the ground, and it was really far away.
Her heart knocked against her chest. Maybe she shouldn’t be doing this. She wasn’t ready.
Before she could back out, they were in the air.
“Holy shit.” Other than the wind pressing upward on her body, the world seemed to stand still.
“Arms out.”
As soon as she assumed the position, she knew she was flying. A quick glance to the right and she spotted another skydiver who was filming her. Clint hadn’t told her, but it was too late to argue.
Deciding to make the most of it, she wiggled her fingers and somehow managed to smile. At least with Clint doing all the work, she didn’t have to worry about messing up. All too soon, she was jerked upward, or so it felt. The descent slowed to a crawl. This was what hawks must experience every day when they rode the currents.
Finally, she looked outward. Oh, my God. She could see forever.
Nothing could compare to the excitement of this ride. All too soon, the earth rushed up to meet them.
“Legs up.”
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and leaned back. Exhilaration swept through her. Even though she was safe, her heart continued to pound.
“Sit up.” He unhooked her. “You can get up now.” Her legs wobbled a bit, but she managed to stand and watch Clint gather the parachute. Her heart still hadn’t slowed. “Wow.” He trotted back to her. “So what did you think?” The words and emotions collided. Coherent thoughts barely registered. “When can I go again?”
He gave her a hug. “I think it’s time we celebrate.”
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Dakota still couldn’t believe she’d jumped out of a plane, but her body and mind were spinning even after five hours. On the way home, Clint proposed yet another plan to get Morgan involved with them.
She couldn’t think straight from the adrenaline coursing through her system, but she agreed to give it a try.
Morgan was going to barbecue for him and Clint tonight, and she was supposed to show up unannounced. Clint would say he’d forgotten to mention it to Morgan that she was coming over. The rest would be ad-libbed from there.
She’d do whatever it took to have Morgan as a willing participant, but she wanted him to come to her because of who she was. Tricking him would probably end in disaster, but since Clint seemed to think this would work, she’d give it a try. If she understood why Morgan was so against her, she might be able to handle the rejection better.
Since the plan involved them swimming, she wore a skimpy suit under her shorts and a tee. In her bag, she’d stuffed a warmer set of clothes for after she changed. She rang the bell and swayed back and forth. At the moment, she was almost more willing to jump out of a plane again than chance a rejection by Morgan. Finally, someone answered. Thank goodness it was Clint.
“Hey, gorgeous.”
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His flattering words helped, but she was still fearful about how the evening was going to go. Pissing off Morgan was the last thing she wanted.
He pulled her into a hug and kissed her. “We’re going to have fun.
Relax.”
“You a mind reader now?”
“The stiff shoulders will give it away every time. Come on, we’re out back. Just play along.” He kissed her and her body let go of some of the tension.
With his arm around her waist, Clint led her through the ranch house and out to the back patio. She’d never seen the inside, but from the quick glance, these men lived a nice lifestyle. That shouldn’t have surprised her. After all, they were Callen men.
The leather furniture and big comfy pillows seemed to be a place a group could come and relax, and the huge flat-screen television seemed perfect for large gatherings.
“Look who stopped by!”
Morgan spun around. His eyes widened and his shoulders straightened, but he kept his true reaction to himself. “Dakota.” He shot a glance at Clint. “I’ll go put another steak on. You should have told me.”
Ah, there was the censure she expected.
“Hey, I’ll get one from the kitchen.” Clint faced her. “Be nice to Morgan.”
That made her laugh. She wanted to be a lot more than nice to him, but unless he was willing, that wasn’t going to happen.
“So how’s it going?” Stupid comment, but her nerves were strung tight.
“Good. How’s the opening coming?” He remembered! His tone held no censure, but she was sure that given his upbringing, he’d learned to control his emotions.
“You going to come?” Please say yes.
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be there. Jade threatened to cut me off
if I didn’t show.” Oh. She’d hoped his curiosity would make him want to see the new place. “There are some nice pieces.” She’d noticed their place had a few of Jade’s pieces, but not many paintings or photos on the wall.
“Here ya go.” Clint handed her a beer and tossed another steak on the grill. “How do you like it?”
“Medium rare.” Morgan nodded.
“Since it’ll be a few minutes,” Clint said, “how about taking a dip before the sun sets.”
That had been the plan. “Sure.”
She stepped out of her shorts and pulled off her tee. Once she kicked off her sandals, she was ready to go.
Morgan glanced over at her. “I think this visit was perhaps planned.”
Damn. They hadn’t thought through why she’d be wearing a bathing suit. “Guilty. Sorry. I hope it’s all right.” She tried to give him her best smile.
“Sure. It’s Clint’s house, too.”
Couldn’t he for once say he was happy to see her? Whatever.
A loud splash sounded behind her. “Come on, Dakota.” Trying to forget Morgan for a few minutes, she turned around.
Clint was grinning. The beaded water on his face added to his sexiness. She walked down the steps and stopped halfway. The pool wasn’t heated.
“It’s a tad cold.”
Clint shoved his hand against the surface of the water and created a spray that fortunately missed her body. “Sissy.” Okay, that did it. Determined to get in, she lunged into the pool and dunked down. As soon as she got over the shock, she swam toward Clint. She reached him in three strokes and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Warm me up.”
“Darlin’, we might have to wait until after we eat.”
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“Dummy.” She plastered his chest to her and absorbed his heat.
Before she realized what he was up to, he’d tugged on the knot around her neck as well as the one on her back. He lifted her top in the air and held it over his head.
She screeched and chased after him. “Give that back, Clint Callen.”
He balled up her top and flung it toward Morgan. “Go get it.” She shook her head. “You will pay for this.” Keeping her gaze on Clint, she walked backward to the steps and got out, holding her shoulders back. She tried to act as if walking naked in front of Morgan was an everyday occurrence. In truth, her body was throbbing with need. When she made eye contact seconds before she picked up her top, Morgan’s gaze was lasered on her breasts and his mouth partly open.
If she thought jumping out of a plane was exciting, seeing his reaction was a much bigger thrill.
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Chapter Seven
Fuck. Morgan had managed to control his lust long enough to flip the steaks. He kept his back to the pool, not wanting to see the vixen splash around and have a good time without him. When she screamed, his protective genes shot into high gear and he spun around. The flying bathing suit top almost didn’t register. Even when it did, he never expected Dakota to brazenly walk out of the pool with her glorious tits exposed. His cock had gotten so hard he’d almost needed to adjust himself.
Her defiant flaunting of her nakedness was the last straw. Her hair might have been brown instead of bright colors, but the daring Dakota hadn’t changed. He picked up his beer and strode into the kitchen mumbling something about needing to get the cut-up vegetables. He had planned on grilling them, but his plans had suddenly changed. He sure as hell wasn’t ready to see the happy couple do something other than splash in the pool.
Pulling out a pan from the cabinet, he dumped in the veggies and set them on the burner.
“When will the steaks be done?”
Her defiant question made his balls tight. He spun around and the words left his brain. She hadn’t even put on her top. What was she trying to do? Kill him?
“Ask Clint.” He turned back around. An ache the size of Wyoming drove up his cock and squeezed his balls.
The vegetables sizzled in the pan, and he was happy he could pretend to have something to do. He thought she’d headed outside when her hands found their way around his waist. Her tempting ways
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had to stop.
He took in a deep breath, set the spatula in the frying pan, and pried her fingers apart. Then he turned around. He’d intended to just walk back outside, but something inside his feeble brain snapped. The brain between his legs led the way. He brought his mouth to hers and drank in his fill. The moment she pressed her naked chest against him, he broke away.
“What’s wrong?” She looked up at him with such innocence.
“Go cover yourself up. I don’t need to see little-girl tits.” He expected her to back off. Instead, a smile filled her face. Damn her. “Why? Do you have a little boy’s cock?” She was playing with fire and was sure to get burned. He shoved the pan off the flame and stalked out. He swore he could hear her chuckle.
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Dakota waited to see if Morgan would return. When he didn’t, she pulled the pan back onto the burner and finished sautéing the vegetables. She wasn’t ready to face Clint yet. Morgan’s reaction didn’t really surprise her, but to hear the disgust in his voice hurt her to the core. From now on, she needed to focus on Clint and forget about Morgan.
By the time she brought out the pan that contained the vegetables, she figured the steak would be cooked. Putting on her top seemed to be the smart thing to do just in case she’d misread Morgan’s reaction.
She wouldn’t want Morgan to give up a meal on her account.
“Where’s my brother?”
“He disappeared.” She placed the pan on a pot holder. “He might have gone to his room.” Maybe Clint could talk some sense into him.
“He couldn’t handle seeing you naked and not having you?” She shrugged. “He kissed me then stomped off.” Clint smiled. “Hot damn.”
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She’d never understand men. “Why is that good?” He palmed her tits and leaned in to kiss her neck. “Because it means he wants you but isn’t willing to admit it yet.”
“You’re full of shit.”
“Oh, yeah.” When he ran his tongue along the edge of her ear, she pushed aside the slight from Morgan.
Her body reacted with heated passion. The aroma of the cooked steaks on the table made her stomach grumble, but when Clint lifted her up and walked her through the living and down a hallway, she forgot all about food.
“I have something special for you.”
“Oh, yeah? The last time we did something special, I liked it.” She would never forget the thrill of skydiving.
“I’m hoping to make this equally as pleasurable.” All she could think of was making love to both Clint and Morgan, but that dream seemed to be fading fast. “I’m game.” He placed her on the bed and headed over to his dresser. She wasn’t sure what he was getting, but she bet she’d like it. He returned waving a condom, a jar, and something in a box. He opened it and pulled out what looked like a very large glass cock.
“Oh, my.” Clint sat on the bed and kissed her. Oh, how she loved his soft, pliable lips.
“I love your pussy, but I also want to explore your glorious ass.
Have you ever had a cock in your ass?”
She didn’t need much of an imagination to know that if Clint were inside her, the experience would be wonderful. “No.” She’d already told him that, but maybe he was hoping she’d lied or something.
“I’d like to stretch you out with this.” He waved the fake cock.
“When I fuck your pussy, you’ll feel so full that you’ll know how much I want you.”
She wasn’t certain of his logic, but having his cock again was all that she’d dreamed about since their mountain excursion. “Can I suck on your cock first?”
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He hissed in a breath. “I’m not sure.”
She gave him her best pouting face. “It’ll get me in the mood.”
“Okay.” He simultaneously pulled on the side ribbons holding up her bottom.
“I love your pussy. It’ll get me in the mood if I can suck on her.” He lifted her up and placed her higher on the bed. He was about to get between her legs when she stopped him. “I want to go first.”
“How about if I put this cock in your ass first. Then you can suck my cock while you get used to the one in your ass.” She thought about it for a moment. “That’s fair.” He stepped off the bed and shed his trunks before crawling back next to her. “Get on your elbows and knees.” She expected him to open the lube and smear it on her hole.
Instead, he dragged his hands up and down her back.
“You’re tense.”
“I think that’s to be expected.” New ideas always made her leery.
“I need to relax you.”
From the sexy way his voice lowered, she knew she was going to like whatever he’d planned. “How you going to that?” He pulled her over his lap and she burst out laughing. “You are so not going to spank me.”
His hand came down rather softly, but the effect was nice. “How was that?”
“I’m still too tense.”
The next spank was delivered with a bit more force. “Spread your legs.”
Now he was talking. He slipped a finger into her pussy, and her hole instantly creamed. She wiggled her butt to get his finger in deeper when the next slap occurred. This time he didn’t hold back.
“Ouch.”
With that same hand that had delivered the blow, he rubbed her ass. “I’m sorry, darlin’. Your ass is such a pretty shade of pink. Can you feel it heating up your pussy?”
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“I think your finger is doing the honors in that department.” He dared to remove the finger. “Don’t want you to get confused.” The next slap stung, but it generated enough heat that she felt it deep inside her. “That was kind of nice. Do it again, but harder this time.”
Two hard smacks followed by more ass rubbing soothed away the ache, but it excited her at the same time. Clint deposited her back on the bed. “I think you’re sufficiently relaxed.” She resumed the position, surprised at how the spanking had calmed her. He opened the jar and a strong scent swirled around her.
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