by Susan Stoker
If Adriana died tomorrow, who would mourn her? Lacey, Selma, Andrew, Jorge, Wade and even Kendra. Probably the old man who used to work here too, Billy. That was it.
And himself.
Yes, he would, but she wasn’t about to die. She was about to be fired if he didn’t figure out who wanted her to lose her position. Would they continue to make her life miserable if she was let go? How would they know?
The printer stopped printing, so he picked up the sheets and looked around for a stapler. He didn’t want to lose any of these leads. The desk was as clean as Adriana’s car was messy. Yet he’d heard these two were good friends.
Shaking his head, he opened the top right hand drawer and pulled out the stapler, not in the least surprised it was there. He used it and returned it to where it belonged. Then he turned back to Lacey’s computer and closed down the program she’d used. On her dashboard screen were icons for three nudist forums.
He stilled. That had to be it! That’s how a person would know whether Adriana still worked at Poker Flat or not. If their main goal was to have her fired, they could nonchalantly ask if she was still there. He clicked one of the forums. A page of topics came up.
He opened one that looked promising. Shit, there had to be two hundred responses. The eight pages in his hand looked to be a whole lot quicker than the forums, plus on forums people could have user names that had nothing to do with who they really were.
Closing out the forum, he shut down the computer and glanced at the clock. He still had a good thirty minutes before his shift started. He rolled the papers up and strode out of the room. He’d start tonight and then finish after work, hopefully.
As he headed for the fork in the dirt road, he noticed a blonde guest turning down the path to the staff casitas. That wasn’t good. He picked up the pace to catch up to her.
*
Adriana sat on a chair with a gin and tonic in hand as she watched Patti, Steve and their friends have sex. The afternoon had been fun, drinking a little, flirting a lot, and joking. These were her kind of people, open about sex and how much they liked it.
They even exchanged sex stories, but she hadn’t been turned on by them, so she jumped on Patti’s friend’s suggestion she watch “the experts.” They were definitely obliging and she could tell they loved being exhibitionists.
Patti, who was on all fours with her friend’s husband pumping into her from behind, wasn’t too busy giving her own husband a blowjob to glance her way. Steve was on his back, eating out the other man’s wife, while the wife played with her breasts, showing them off to her own husband who kept glancing at Adriana as well.
She made the appropriate faces, hoping her unease didn’t show. Something was seriously wrong with her. She wasn’t even wet yet. Hell, a porn movie made her wetter than she was now.
This job thing was really cramping her life. That had to be it. It was either that or the knowledge that Hunter didn’t work during the day and therefore wouldn’t be watching from outside. It didn’t matter because she didn’t plan to hang around after dark.
Though the two couples were nice, they were pushy and made clear exactly what they expected next. She needed to beat a hasty retreat, but she had to have a good excuse. They all knew she wasn’t working so that wouldn’t fly. Would having a date work? No, they’d tell her to have him join them.
The two women started to moan in earnest, their eyes closing as the men brought them to their orgasm. She watched, waiting for the man behind Patti to close his eyes.
As soon as he did, she quietly stood and slipped around the corner into the living room. Grabbing her keys, which she’d left on the coffee table, she palmed them to keep them quiet. The slider was open, so she raced out and ran up the path toward the main building. Yeah, it was pathetic, but she had more important matters to worry about.
She just needed to crest the ledge and slip around the main building. Finally, she was safe.
“Excuse me. There’s nothing for guests that way.”
She stopped and a slow smile curved her lips. She had no idea why Hunter was already on the job, but it would be great to see exactly how good a cop he was. Slowly, she turned around, careful not to move naturally.
He strode toward her. When he reached her, he hooked her arm in his, turned her back the way she’d been walking and continued that way. “Adriana, what are you doing out in the guest area?”
She pouted. “How’d you know it was me?”
When he didn’t answer she looked at him. “Well?”
He shook his head at her. “Because I know you that’s how.”
She gave him a sexy smile. “But you don’t ‘know’ me in the Biblical sense…yet.”
His mouth actually quirked upward just a smidge. Score one for her.
“You didn’t answer my question. What were you doing among the guests?” He propelled her toward her casita and since that was where she was headed anyway, she happily complied. “I was visiting. I guess you forgot to give me the message from the foursome the last couple nights, but Andy drove his golf cart right out here to let me know they were upset because I hadn’t visited them.”
“That wasn’t a very good idea. What if Kendra or the couple who caused your forced vacation to start with had seen you?”
“Aren’t they gone yet?”
“No. They leave tomorrow.” They had reached her door and he released her arm.
“That’s why I was disguised. Don’t you think I did a good job?” She opened her arms to make sure he saw her nipple hoops.
He actually looked this time, letting his gaze roam over her body. “You shaved.”
Holy crap, she was getting wet. “I did. Do you like it?”
His gaze returned to her face. “Do you?”
“Yes. It’s been a long time since I shaved everything. Do you want to feel?”
He stepped up to her and cupped her between her thighs, his fingers pressing against the tiny hoop clipped to her clit.
Her heart shifted into overdrive and her stomach tensed with anticipation.
He rubbed his thumb over her mons. “Silky.”
She swallowed. “Inside is too.” She expected him to pull back, but instead one of his fingers burrowed between her labia and slid into her opening.
“Oh.”
“You’re wet. Guess your afternoon was pleasurable.” The hard edge in his voice made her uncomfortable.
“Actually, I only watched. Just another live porn movie.”
His finger remained buried deep, but it was the only place they connected. Even her breasts weren’t touching his shirt. She wanted them to. She touched his top button to play with it, hoping to open it, but he dropped the papers he’d been holding and grabbed her hand.
“You’re playing with fire.”
She lowered her head and looked up at him from the side. “I am fire.”
His gray eyes turned dark, like storm clouds. “Then we may as well burn together.” With his finger still inside her and her hand in his, he pushed her backward until the outside wall of her casita kept her from going any farther.
As the rough surface connected with her bare back, her pussy flooded with anticipation.
Hunter’s lips turned upward into a grin that promised she would be taken right now. He lifted her hand in his over her head, but still didn’t touch her anywhere else. “I hope you like it fast and furious.”
Her breath caught in her throat. Holy crap, he wasn’t teasing! Every nerve ending in her body came alive. She barely got her breath through her throat. “Yes.”
“Good.” His mouth came down on hers and his tongue foraged through her mouth like a man on a mission to claim her.
She wanted to touch him, but forced her free arm to remain at her side, her instinct telling her he had to be in control of this if she wanted him to finish and not leave her hanging. He had that ability, that control. The thought of him leaving her halfway through kept her in check, allowing him to take what he wanted from her.
The soft vocal sound did it.
He pressed his body against her naked one, the bulge in his jeans pushing against her shaved mons above his hand. His finger inside her didn’t move. It was as if he held her against the wall with it and that was its only purpose.
He continued his onslaught on her mouth as he pressed his chest against her breasts. Her nipples, already hard, ached as the cotton shirt rubbed them, the hoops adding extra stimulus.
Usually she would demand, direct, even take matters into her own hands, but she didn’t, letting him have full rein. It was incredibly stimulating and her sheath instinctually tightened around his finger.
His hand holding her there clamped harder in response as he broke the kiss. He didn’t say anything, just looked at her lips.
She couldn’t resist. She licked them.
The slightest tic in his cheek was his only reaction before he backed up a step and lowered his head to her nipple.
Oh yes. With her hand stretched above her, she tilted her head back against the warm, rough surface and let him have his way.
His teeth latched on the hoop held there by a clip and yanked it off. Her knees wobbled and she pushed her butt against the wall harder to keep herself standing. His hand around her wrist above her head tightened, but he didn’t lift his head away.
Instead, he nibbled lightly at her sensitized tip before swirling his tongue around it. Her nipple ached with need. He pulled it between his teeth, which had her moaning again as the heady feelings zapped down to her core.
He sucked her nipple into his mouth completely and pulled hard, causing her to arch as her sheath contracted around his finger. She wanted to scream that she needed his cock inside her now, that she’d waited long enough, but she clamped her jaw tight. She didn’t want to risk him stopping.
His finger inside her moved then. Not in and out but side to side, as if testing her ability to take him. She purposefully relaxed her sheath, though it was the hardest thing to do while he sucked her nipple.
His head came up and he looked at her. “I’m going to take you now.”
Before she could register his words, his finger left her and she heard the sound of his jeans zipper.
Hell, he was going to screw her out here, in the sunset, against the wall of her casita. It started a fire inside her so fast, she thought she’d come right then.
But the idea was no match for the reality. He still held one of her hands above her head, as if he’d forgotten he did so. Or maybe it was his symbol of control. It didn’t matter to her as he used his other hand to press his cock head against her pussy.
His knee pushed one of her legs aside, opening her up to him. He teased her for a moment as he rubbed his cock from her opening up to her clit, brushing the hoop and moving back. His hand on her wrist tightened again just before he pushed his cock into her, bringing his body flat against her, causing her breath to catch as need swept through her.
She stared at his neck, watching his pulse beat hard as the blood flowed down to fill his cock inside her.
She wanted to sigh with relief, but there was no relief. It was only more teasing. Pinned between him and the rough wall with his cock mostly inside her, she wanted to scream with her need.
Her stomach was tight with pleasure and she squeezed him in her sheath.
He leaned back and stared into her eyes again. Lowering her hand, he wrapped it around his neck at the same time he clasped her other one and wrapped it around as well.
Her breathing came out in little pants as her anticipation built. Usually with a man, she’d make a sexy comment to make him move, but she kept quiet.
“On two, hook your legs around my waist. Ready?”
She nodded as a thrill raced straight to her pussy.
“One. T—” He’d leaned them away from the wall, grasped her ass, and bending his knees, slammed his cock to the hilt.
The zing that rocketed through her took her breath before she was lifted up. She forced her legs to wrap around his waist. They fell back against the wall and he moved even deeper as he pressed her against it.
Oh freakin-a, she was going to come any second now. How was that possible?
“Adriana, look at me.” His voice was not only its usual low tone, but husky with need.
Her gaze met his and the lust in his eyes almost sent her over the edge.
“Now.” It wasn’t a question.
It was a warning and one she was relieved to hear. “Yes.”
His eyes closed as his hips moved back and his cock slid out only to bury itself deep inside her. As it hit her cervix, her world erupted. She screamed as every pleasurable sensation collided inside only to sweep out of her as if it burst beyond her body and into the cooling air.
He continued to pump into her, rocking her against the abrasive wall, keeping her semi-aware state going. Each pump prolonged her ecstasy as her orgasm began to subside then strengthened again with each thrust.
A groan, from deep in Hunter’s throat, traveled up his chest and escaped as if he’d tried to hold it back. “Argh.”
He came, his semen heating her up from the inside, adding one final spark on the fire.
Beyond grateful for the first real orgasm she’d had in a long time, she grasped him hard, around the neck and between her thighs, contracting her sheath to make it great for him as his hips slowed, until a final push into her.
She held tight as her breathing slowed. Opening her eyes, she gazed at the sky filled with bright oranges and pinks and grinned. She felt as if those colors were the same inside her satisfied body. Still orange from the heat, but turning pink, flush with relief.
Note to self: have sex at sunset, outside, more often.
Hunter leaned against her as his breathing slowed, but he didn’t lift his head.
“I don’t think I could walk.” She sighed. “My knees are beyond weak.”
He didn’t move or respond.
She ran her hand over the back of his neck, the buzzed hair at his nape shorter than the scruff on his chin. It was soft but prickly. Kind of exciting. “I guess you’ll just have to walk your beat with me attached to you all night.”
That did get a response, though not what she’d expected. The man snorted.
Finally, he leaned away and looked at her. “Mac might raise her eyebrow, but I doubt any of the guests would be surprised.”
She laughed, too satisfied to contain it. “I guess you’re late for work now, huh?”
He glanced at the sky and shrugged.
“Yeah, I don’t want to move either, but I should let you go. I know keeping the resort safe is important.”
He didn’t respond. Instead, he stared at her as if he were trying to figure something out. His gaze wasn’t intense, but it did make her uncomfortable, so she let one foot slide down to touch the ground.
Hunter’s eyes closed as her movement changed the configuration of her sheath.
Reluctantly, she let her other foot touch the ground. Better to get it over with quickly. Taking a breath, she slid her ass down the wall. Her knees really did give way then and she held on to his neck and chuckled. “Told you.”
He finally reacted, a self-satisfied grin of pride lifting his lips. “Lean against the wall.”
She smiled seductively. “Thought I already had.”
He shook his head as she released his neck and let her back take a lot of her balance.
He bent over and lifted her keys from the ground where she must have dropped them. Crap, she didn’t even remember letting them go.
Hunter opened her door and dropped her keys inside. He came back out and lifted her in his arms.
“Oh, my. Now this is new. I like this.” She wrapped her
arms around his neck, ignoring his surprised look at her statement.
He walked into her casita and deposited her on her love seat. Then he strode into her kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from her fridge. He handed it to her. “Drink.”
Okay, she could do that. She took the bottle and opened it, enjoying the view of his still semi-hard cock sticking out of his jeans.
He tipped the bottle toward her mouth.
“Okay, okay.” Once she’d taken a swallow, he walked into her bathroom.
When he came out, he was all zipped up.
Bummer.
He stopped in front of her. “Finish that whole bottle. We were outside and your body is going to need the hydration.” Then he cupped her face, leaned over and kissed her, no tongue.
When he’d finished shocking her, he left, locking the door behind him.
Adriana stared at the door. She wanted him to come back.
What was with that?
Chapter Eight
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Hunter grabbed up the papers he’d dropped on the ground outside Adriana’s casita. He was damn lucky a wind hadn’t come up. So much for research tonight.
Stopping by his casita, he dropped off the sensitive information and grabbed a protein shake on his way out.
Every muscle in his body felt good. He hadn’t realized how badly he needed a woman. Or maybe it was just Adriana. The woman was sexy personified and her taste was intoxicating.
The image of himself licking between her legs rose up and started his cock hardening again. Shit. He really wanted to do that and have a hundred other sexual encounters with her.
That short blonde wig against Adriana’s dusky skin had been just a bit more than he could resist. The whole look, like a bad girl for the taking, had fed his hunger. At least he’d already planned to give in to his need and see where it took him.
His concern was that it appeared to be taking him to another bout of sex with her. She’d been perfect. Tight, expressive, ready, and she orgasmed faster than he did when he’d been sure he was going to leave her in the dust. How the fuck did she last so long with the guests?
