Sweat beaded on his brow as he tried not to climax, but she felt like heaven in his arms. He loved her softness, her scent, her fire. He made eye contact with Perry, who seemed to be thinking the same thing: There was no coming back from this. Whatever happened when they left this forest, they were all irrevocably changed by the experience.
Her silky pussy enveloped him like a soft, moist cloud. As he pulled out, she dragged him in. He fought for control, but the power was in her hands. Her perky breasts skimmed his chest and made his heart race. “Nadia…” Lincoln pleaded. Her spine arched as her pelvis canted forward to take him even deeper. “Ooh! You’re gonna make me give it all to you…”
“Not all of it,” Perry chuckled seductively. He painted Lincoln’s parted lips with the tip of his throbbing hard-on. A drizzle of pre-cum dripped from Lincoln’s mouth before he swept his tongue out to catch it, and Perry leaned forward to kiss him and taste himself.
Suddenly, Nadia’s slender fingers curled around his impressive cock. He flinched with need as she whispered, “You can both give it all to me.” She tilted her head back and took him into her mouth. His beautiful shaft disappeared inch by inch past her rosy lips. The wickedly erotic tableau made Lincoln tremble and strain against her.
“Nadia! Hmm, Nadia!” Perry gasped. His heaving chest gleamed in the darkness. His muted growl stirred deeper arousal within Lincoln who groaned, staring at him plunge in and out of her mouth. Perry’s glistening shaft was ridged and engorged, and he visibly throbbed. The muscular survivalist helplessly shoved his fingers through his hair as his pelvis jerked forward.
Nadia greedily hummed around his cock. She was glorious. Her pale skin glowed. Her hourglass figure was a masterpiece. Her cheeks hollowed, and she sucked Perry more aggressively. “Oh, God!” Lincoln moaned as he stared at her. The slick sound of her oral sex made him clasp her upper thighs and pound out his amazement. His jaw dropped at the mind-blowing pleasure. He rose on his knees to bring Perry’s lips to his, and they kissed as Perry rode her face.
“Fuck,” he huffed.
“Let me taste you. I need to taste you,” Lincoln panted.
“How bad do you need it?” Perry ground out.
His blue eyes shot sparks as he asked the question. In response, Lincoln dove his tongue into his mouth again in a kiss that was hard and promising. Then, he dropped his head and took over for Nadia. She kissed his chin as if begging for another taste, while he wrapped his lips around Perry’s shaft and let his tongue swirl over the head of his cock.
This is the definition of madness, Lincoln thought.
They were mad for each other. He could not slake his desire, no matter what they did. His pleasure plateaued, only to peak again seconds later, and he knew no one else could do this for him—not like Nadia and Perry, together. Lincoln was shocked to learn a polyamorous relationship could be everything he ever wanted and needed in the bedroom. But could the fire last beyond the forest?
Groaning, he peered up at Perry masturbating over him. The tension in the round lodge neared the breaking point, but Lincoln pushed boundaries. He wanted it to be the best release either of them had ever had.
He felt it in his bones. He heard it in Perry’s breathless whispers of affirmation. It tightened in Nadia’s pussy as she gripped him and rippled around his erection. Come for me, Lincoln mentally coaxed. Her musical whimpers increased in volume as she tumbled closer to the edge of oblivion. She writhed beneath him, rocking her pelvis to meet his thrusts, cooing his name like a siren.
“Lincoln! Yes!” she shouted.
Her release crashed over him. Lincoln rode her body harder as he groaned around Perry’s member. Toying with her clit, he drew out the magnificent bliss, and her ejaculation rained around his cock and gushed down his thighs. Her reddened face was the picture of completion as her shoulders jerked uncontrollably.
Perry suddenly shoved him away. “I’m gonna come,” he grunted. “I want to be inside you when I come!” He quickly moved behind Lincoln and thrust inside.
“Perry!” he gasped. White hot shock zinged through his system, and he let out a strangled moan. But, despite the stunning shift in momentum, the pounding in his loins was unstoppable. He hitched in a breath as Perry drilled him faster and harder in pursuit of the lightning. He felt Perry’s spunk dribble out of his tight asshole and spill over his balls; yet, still he hammered. “Huhn! Ah, God!”
And the dam holding back Lincoln’s climax released. He jerked out of Nadia’s body at the last minute. His jizz sprayed from his dick in an explosive stream. The orgasm tore through his core with the power of a thousand stars igniting. A broken whimper escaped him as he collapsed on top of her with Perry planted deep within his body.
“Fuck, Lincoln! Oh, fuck,” Perry sobbed.
Fingers twitching, Lincoln clutched the dry leaves of the bough bed and tried to stay conscious. “I can’t walk away from this,” he moaned. Tremors wracked his body as he continued erupting on Nadia’s quivering stomach. She wrapped her arms around him. “I can’t…” He shuddered. It was the most intense orgasm he had ever had.
Perry slowly fell away from him, and Lincoln tried to move. But his sated body rebelled. He fell asleep on Nadia’s chest with Perry’s arm draped over them both. Lincoln never wanted to leave.
“Wake up. We have a problem,” Perry muttered. He patted Lincoln on the shoulder and rested on his haunches until the actor and Nadia opened their eyes. Perry hiked a thumb in the direction of the lodge door. “Someone took our things in the night.”
“What?” Lincoln blinked groggily.
Moments later, Perry led them to the tree where they had suspended their belongings. The cord was cut. He gestured at broken underbrush. “Two or three men. I’m guessing from Rick Feldman’s camp.”
Nadia threw her hands up in disbelief. “We can’t let them get away with this.”
“Our food, water, weapons, first aid gear and my cellphone were in the pack,” Perry sighed. “But we can’t afford to go after Rick. We’re stuck out here with no communication and none of the tools we need to get by. We need to get back to the cabin as soon as possible. It’s too dangerous out here without gear.”
“Wait a minute.” Nadia slipped into the round lodge and swept aside her bedding. She found the notebook with her letters and Lincoln’s sketchbook and brought them out with a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness, they didn’t take this. My notebook can’t get into the wrong hands.”
“Please tell me there’s nothing incriminating in your letters,” Lincoln pleaded.
She protectively clutched her notebook to her chest.
“That’s unimportant right now. Got your knives?” Perry asked as he turned away from putting out the fire. Lincoln touched his waistband, and Nadia whipped hers from the top of her boot. “Alright, we don’t have time to waste. Let’s get going.”
They were stranded in the woods with nothing but the clothes on their backs and their hunting knives. Perry gazed up at the sky through the trees and noted the pallid sky touched by the first rays of dawn. If they made good timing, they would arrive at the cabin around midday, and Perry could figure out what to do about Rick.
He understood exactly what his rival was doing, but this time things had gone way too far.
Lincoln was hampered by his injured ankle and Perry was forced to call breaks every hour. He was grateful the descent was easier than the climb and at least the weather was on their side, a breezy late autumn day with only a hint of winter chill.
Nadia gasped and pointed excitedly. “Look at that!”
“Beautiful,” Lincoln whistled. “Check out that waterfall.”
“It’s actually a cascade,” said Perry. “Let’s take another break and grab a drink while we’re here. We don’t have much further to go.” While they stopped for water, Perry studied Lincoln’s face, noting the tense straightness of his lips and pain clouding his emerald eyes. “How are you holding up?”
“I’m managing.” Lincoln smiled.
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Perry knelt before him and checked the splint he had rewrapped at camp. The swelling was down, but the joint was warm and inflamed. “When we get to the cabin, I’ll take care of you,” he promised. He clasped his forearm and dragged him to his feet.
“I like the sound of that,” Lincoln said. “Remind me to show Rick my appreciation for trying to make our lives miserable. He only succeeded in bringing us closer together.”
“Oh, make no mistake. I have something for Rick, and it isn’t ‘appreciation,’” Perry chuckled.
It was just after noon when he spotted the cabin rooftop through the trees. The sight of it seemed to galvanize all three of them. Taking stumbling steps down the hillside, they sped along to the familiar front door. Perry unlocked it and led them into the quiet, cozy house.
“Make yourselves at home!”
“Hey, where do you keep the non-foraged food?” Nadia raced straight to the kitchen and returned with a box of crackers and cheese, a bottle of soda water. Perry smiled at her exuberance as she threw herself in an armchair and took the first bite with a dreamy sigh. “So good,” she crooned.
“Pass it along,” said Lincoln, settling on the living room couch. She made him a cheese and crackers sandwich and sauntered over to him. She straddled his lap seductively and placed the food to his lips. Lincoln grinned and kissed her fingertips, after he ate the bite.
“I’ll start up the hot tub for you guys,” Perry said as he stepped through a sliding patio door to tinker with the machine. He wanted to make them comfortable. More than that, he wanted to keep them preoccupied while he did what he had to do. Rick Feldman would regret the day he ever stepped foot in Perry’s camp.
Chapter 15
An hour later, Nadia luxuriated in the bubbling hot tub. She had eaten and taken a shower, something she had not realized how much she missed until the steamy water hit her skin. She had dropped her letters for Maria in the mailbox just as the mail truck stopped by. She had called her assistant to make sure the meeting was still on between her team and Perry Evans, and she had left a message for her father to let him know she was safely back at the cabin.
She nuzzled Lincoln’s neck and snuggled closer as the water floated them to arousal. He was freshly shaved, and smelled like soap. His wavy hair was clean and silky, it glistened in the sunlight. She sighed with contentment. The only thing missing was Perry; he was somewhere inside the house.
When they locked eyes, Nadia shivered at the obvious affection she saw in Lincoln’s gaze. “Cold?” he asked, pulling her closer.
“No, just thinking. I can’t stand the thought of us saying goodbye at the end of the week. But, my father…”
“Forget what your father wants. What do you want?”
Smiling with regret, she let her hand trail over his muscular chest, down to his smooth, hard erection. “We both know you can’t always get what you want,” she whispered. He eased her astride his cock, pushing inside of her with a soft exhale.
“That doesn’t stop us from craving. What do you want, Nadia Marson?”
His lips coasted over her mouth. She hitched in a breath at the tantalizing coils of pleasure tightening as he began moving with unhurried thrusts. He glided in and out of her satiny pussy, and he stroked a fire to life. She wrapped her arms around his neck and bracketed him between her legs.
She chose to ignore the question. Tried to ignore his questing eyes. But she could not ignore his undemanding kisses. She let the water rock her in his arms and bring her against his sexy hard body. His manhood plumbed her depths. His lips coasted over her mouth again, and she hitched in a breath as a hint of vulnerability flitted across his face.
“Say it,” he said quietly.
“You know what I want.”
She gripped him tighter. He buried his fingers in the hair at the base of her skull, and his burning mouth skimmed over the pale mounds of her breasts. “I want to hear it,” he whispered.
Melting in ecstasy, Nadia let her head loll back. What would happen if she caved in? She could tell him she wanted him. She wanted Perry. They had no chance, but she wanted them. In fact, she was falling in love with them, but she could not say that.
“I want this,” she whimpered.
“Then, we do whatever it takes,” he said. “I don’t want to lose you. How do either of you expect me to give this up?”
Her body molded to his, and everything he said made sense. But she knew it was the foolish kind of sense that was only reasonable in the heat of the moment. With a growl of rapture, he clasped her hips and drove her up and down on the long, hard spear of his cock. As the sex intensified, the water splashed over the edge of the tub.
They writhed together, locked in bliss, but she struggled to understand what he was trying to say. So, he did not want to ‘give this up.’ In the woods, he had said he cared about them. Perry had said it, too. Neither of them had mentioned the L-word. Love. She had too much at stake to risk it all for a good time. But, damn, isn’t it good, she thought.
Suddenly, Nadia’s insides quaked in release. “Lincoln! Yes!” she cried out. Lincoln remained buried to the hilt, and the intensity her climax took him over the edge. He went stiff, shuddered. She felt his orgasm blossom in her garden.
“Oh, my God!” he gasped. “Nadia!”
He buried his face in the crook of her neck and squeezed her close as he poured out everything he had to give. She went limp in his arms, sated. Even as they recovered, she did not want to move. She rested her head on his shoulder and listened to him breathe, felt his heart beating against her chest. Her throat burned with unshed tears.
“You have a career to get back to in LA, and Perry needs to get Survive Anything on track. You know my situation. With everything at stake, why would we fight to keep this going?” she whispered.
Lincoln leaned back and looked her in the face. “Because we’re in love with each other, Nadia.”
Nadia studied him closely to see if he was just saying what she wanted to hear, but he looked serious. The house phone rang before she could ask further questions. “Perry will get it,” she murmured. It was a bad time for interruptions. No one moved inside the house, however. Nadia half-rose and peered through the patio door.
“Is he in there?” Lincoln asked as the phone rang again.
“I’ll go check.” She got out of the hot tub and grabbed a fluffy towel from a hook on the cabin wall. She slipped inside where the heater and fireplace warmed the room to a comfortable temperature. Perry was nowhere in sight. She absently picked up the phone, taking one last look around. “Hello?”
“Nadia?”
“Dad! Hey, I called you an hour or two ago. We made it back to the cabin. We came in early.”
“Yes, I got your message,” said Wilson Marson. “In fact, I was pleased to hear you came in early. I took the liberty of arranging a car service to pick you up. You’ll be at the airport by later this evening and home before morning.”
“No, I think you misunderstood me, Dad. I have another week left before the training course is over. We agreed I can stay here until it’s done.”
“Nadia, what’s one week going to change? I need you at the lab. I’ve already made arrangements. You’re coming home.”
Nadia stood her ground, thinking of Lincoln’s confession in the hot tub. “No, I’m not. I can’t. I’m thinking about investing in a business venture with my instructor.”
“Excuse me? You’ve been out there two weeks with him, and you’re ready to throw money at him?” Wilson said in disbelief.
Nadia explained, “Perry’s survival training course doesn’t have the reach it could have if he packaged it in television format. The other student, Lincoln Easley, happens to know a thing or two about how the entertainment industry works. I want to help. I know I can do this. You just have to…trust me.”
“You will not have my backing on this. I raised you better than this. I raised you to be smarter than this.”
She swallowed the lump in her throat an
d fought tears. “Cancel the car service. I’ll—I can make my own way home when I’m good and ready.” She dropped the phone into the cradle with a dejected sigh. She had stood up to her father, and it felt exactly like she thought it would. Like defeat.
Lincoln tucked a towel around his hips and limped into the house. The therapeutic effect of the hot tub had taken away some of the pain in his ankle, but he was grateful for a soft couch and a warm fire. He slumped on the sofa and turned on the television.
The news channel filled the room with the cautious voice of a meteorologist. He raised a brow and increased the volume. “…Everyone in our viewing area to take this weather event seriously. We’ll see extremely heavy snow and damaging winds beginning tomorrow.”
“Nadia,” Lincoln called out. “Is he in here?”
She appeared at the living room door, eyes sad and weary. “No, I don’t think so. He must’ve gone somewhere while we were in the hot tub, probably to town to pick up some supplies.”
“Watch this,” Lincoln gestured at the forecast.
The meteorologist stood before a map covered in blue and purple. A split-screen showed a city blanketed by a few feet of snow, and the image transitioned to cars slowly crawling along an icy highway past a bad pile-up. Nadia crossed her arms and moved closer with a frown.
Lincoln shook his head in dismay as the meteorologist continued, “A wintry mix of rain and snow has already developed to the west, but we’re seeing a low-pressure system rapidly intensifying to our south, meaning this weather will stall right over much of our viewing area. Authorities are telling residents to stay inside.”
Nadia gestured at the television. “What’s that mean for us?”
“I don’t know, but I hope we have enough food and firewood. We’re gonna be stuck in here for a while. Maybe Perry saw it coming and got out to restock.” Lincoln made his way to the guestroom to get dressed. She followed him, sitting at the foot of his bed, watching with curious brown eyes.
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