by Ann Vremont
He blinked against the sight of her floating in the water and the intensity of her feelings channeled through her stare. He swallowed but still couldn’t find his voice, so he cupped a handful of water and let it run through his fingers, over her breasts and along her stomach in thin streams. Placing a hand beneath her back, he supported her body while his head dipped down to meet her flesh. He brushed his lips across her nipple, sucked it into his mouth.
Cruz placed his other hand over her mound, cupping and kneading the flesh as his mouth covered more of her breast. His lips pinched the taut nipple, his fingers parting her lower lips to pinch and tug at her clit. Then he gentled, circling both buds, the one above with his tongue, the one below with the tip of his index finger.
She was moving too much to stay afloat, little waves of tension and pleasure upsetting her balance. He spun her slowly until her legs were parting to wrap around his waist. She lifted her torso from the water and pressed her breasts tight against his chest.
Tamsyn tugged at his shirt. "You need to lose this."
She got it up, over his head and swung it behind her to where it landed with a wet slap on the pier. She made a move as if she was going for his pants, but he stilled her. He walked them through the water to where the dirt along the lake’s edge turned to soft green grass and wild iris blossoms.
He placed Tamsyn on the ground on her back, sliding down to spread her legs, his own body half in the water. He nuzzled the hair covering her pussy, pulled at it with his lips and teeth. He parted her labia with his tongue and sucked at the kernel of her clit. The water had been cold but she was all hot down there, his breath and her pussy steaming the air.
She laced her fingers through his hair, her palms pressing against the back of his head as she lifted her hips to push against his mouth. The smell of iris mingled with the cinnamon-like scent of her thighs and stomach and the wet musk of her cunt. He eased a finger into her. Her grip on his hair tightened, small pleading mewls escaping with each grind of her hips.
So many nights spent on rooftops, watching her in this state, the play of a vibrator over her clit, never inside her, as if she had been saving that privilege for him. He slid another finger in, careful not to venture too far, just enough to tease the tight rim of muscle and the thick mass of tissue just inside.
Tamsyn was clenching, throbbing, her juices flowing heavy as his head and hand bobbed, the first hard and fast up and down her clit, the second slow and determined to leave her intact until his cock was inside her.
"Please." She had let go of his head to hold and squeeze her breasts. He watched with each bob of his head. Her hands worked the nipples, pinching them, pulling them taut and then letting go to wrap and squeeze hard around the center of her tits.
"Mmm..." Her stomach and hips quivered an instant and then she arched her back, body freezing high in the air as he wrapped his hands around her hips and dug his fingers into the shuddering flesh.
Slowly she relaxed to the ground. He moved up her body, stripping away the rest of his wet clothes as he did so. He wanted in her, fast -- knew he still had to move slowly, the first few strokes gentler than what his body screamed for.
He draped his torso over her, his hands sliding beneath her to cradle the back of her shoulders as he kissed the sensitive skin over her throat. Her legs were spread, hips and pelvis cresting against him with the aftershocks of her climax. Little moans and hot dirty whispers egged him on.
"Fuck me, Cruz."
He centered himself, pushed into the hot, slick opening of her cunt. He’d prepared her, made her wet and ready, but...
"I want you fucking me," she groaned and dug her nails in the tense muscles of his ass. He thrust, his cock swelling in size at the sound of her feral cry as he broke through her maiden head and buried himself deep inside her.
Tightness, squeezing him, rippling around his shaft. Heat. So hot. His brain stopped working. Just his senses remained. The slap of flesh, their breathing, his pulse, her moans. Moonlight and his night vision made her skin luminescent as she moved beneath him, her eyes a black glitter. Cold air on his back, a warm body beneath him, thrusting deep inside her where everything was super-heated and slick. He pressed his lips against her throat, smelling and tasting the salt of her sweat.
She was coming again, he knew that in the way her muscles fluttered around him, the way she lifted and held her hips, the slow paralysis that overtook her larger muscles at the same time the smaller ones vibrated against him.
He slid his hand beneath her bottom, keeping her lifted as he thrust harder into her, his hips pistoning, cock harder and thicker than he’d ever felt it before. He squeezed his eyes shut, freezing with her, coming inside her.
They collapsed, bodies against the ground, still moving, small circles, little soothing caresses. A suck, a nip, a kiss followed by a deep sigh. Knotting his fingers in her hair, he pressed his mouth against hers, felt her lips yielding to admit the soft probe of his tongue.
Nothing would take this away, he promised as they both slid into a bone-tired sleep that lasted until early dawn.
*****
Lovely and naked in the early morning light, curled against Cruz for warmth, Tamsyn slept. He watched her, one hand toying gently with her hair so as not to wake her. When at last she began to stir, he kissed the bridge of her nose and then nuzzled her jaw line. She stretched, her arms coming up to wrap around his neck as she did so.
"Good morning." She kissed his chin and then burrowed closer to him, her face against his neck. "I’m surprise we didn’t freeze!"
He made a noncommittal sound. He’d instinctually picked the spot--a faint depression, almost a hollow, that kept most of the night breeze off them and thick grass to build up a pocket of warm air beneath them. And he’d half-covered her the night through, an arm and leg over her. That, too, had been instinct.
"Can you feel Dominic?" she asked.
"Yeah." Both of their voices were slightly hoarse. "Just a little, at the back of my head."
She caught him frowning.
"What’s wrong?"
Cruz shook his head. "He just feels dark and heavy."
She quirked one brow up. "You mean like he’s pissed?"
"No. Very sad, maybe. We should go back soon."
She started to get up but he pressed gently down on her shoulder. He reached between their bodies, found the split of her thighs and slowly caressed between them.
"I said soon."
Sighing, Tamsyn closed her eyes and shifted one leg so that she was open to him. He kissed her, letting his hand and tongue move in probing unison as he slowly began to finger fuck her. He kept his thumb on the outside, pressed against her clit, rubbing roughly at it as his fingers moved inside her. It took only a few seconds before she was squirming against him, her breath hot on his neck.
He was three fingers thick inside her when she groaned, "That’s so good, but your cock is bigger."
"Dirty, sweet Tamsyn." He rolled her onto her stomach, his forearm between her and the ground so that her luscious round ass was thrust towards him. Brushing her hair to one side, he kissed her neck, bit gently at the flesh as his hips started with a slow, circular grind. He brought his other hand under her, palming one breast.
She whimpered, nearly driving him crazy with the sound. Cruz pushed his weight onto his knees, pulling her until she jacked higher, her ass up, head on the ground and turned to one side where he could see the flashes of pleasure across her face like lightning in a summer sky.
"Can you get a hand down there, Tam baby."
Biting her lip, she nodded. She reached down between her legs and slowly began stroking her clit. Each whisper of her finger over its length caused a deep contraction inside her that squeezed at his control.
"Mmm...can’t..." He wrapped his hand in her hair, pulled her back until he was on his haunches and she was on his lap, his cock still buried deep inside her. He moved her hand aside. "Let me."
She leaned back, arching at his tou
ch, moaning and shaking when his fingers found the spine of her sex and began moving up and down. He pulled harder on her hair until she was bowed, breasts thrusting toward the sky, her neck stretched and exposed to his mouth, her lashes fluttering as she panted. He'd jacked off more nights than not to such a vision, imagining his hand was her tight pussy.
Cruz put his cheek against hers, kissed the side of her mouth. "Are you almost there, baby?"
She nodded, a desperate short motion and he felt the walls of her cunt squeeze at him. He rubbed faster, still keeping her head reined back as she began to ride up and down his cock, the muscles of her magnificent ass squeezed tight as her cunt worked his shaft.
"So close, baby," he whispered, watching her bite her lower lip and squeeze her eyes shut. He was there with her, on the edge, swollen so thick inside her he didn’t know where his flesh ended and hers began. He couldn’t breathe, tried to sustain himself with her soft, moaning pants. "There, yes?"
"Yes," she cried, still riding, straining, her juices wetting her thighs and his as she contracted tightly around him.
Her climax drove him over the edge. Releasing her hair, he grabbed her breast, squeezing and tugging. His thumb and index finger grinding at her clit, he delivered hard kisses that flushed her skin as he filled her.
Finished, they rolled back onto the grass. He massaged her sore muscles -- her shoulders, the little knot at the back of her neck. Touching her, he didn’t want to go back to the camp site, didn’t want to leave the mountain. Ever.
Tamsyn reached out and snapped an iris blossom from its stem. Bringing it to her face, she sniffed it. She glanced at him from the corner of her eye. "Do you think once I change, if I do, that you’ll be able to feel me like you feel Dominic?"
"Yes." He took the flower from her, guiding her with his hand along the side of her face until she was looking at him. "I felt you before. When you were a dorky little freshman in high school. When your mom was ‘entertaining’ one of those fucking sleaze bags and you’d run off to the park -- didn’t you always find me sitting on the swings, waiting for you?"
Tamsyn nodded, a sad smile widening her mouth.
"And I let Dom convince me to stop feeling you..."
She reached up, stroked his face. "Don't blame him, he was trying to protect you."
He captured her hand, brushed his lips against her knuckles. "No, I don’t blame him. I blame me. I should have known."
Gingerly, he placed her hand on her thigh. He glanced over his shoulder at the lake. "Man, that’s gonna be cold."
Tamsyn laughed. "I think we both need it, though."
Standing, he reached down and helped her up and then led her toward the water. He put one foot in and shivered. Looking back to her, he smiled, "You understand the concept of shrinkage, right?"
She giggled. "Is it shrinkage or are you just making excuses, Medina?"
"Oh, you didn’t!" Bending quickly, he tucked a shoulder against her waist, lifted her off her feet and waded out into the lake.
Tamsyn tried to keep hold of him, but he let go of her with a splash. She found her footing and stood, the water a little higher than waist deep. She wrapped her arms around herself, shivering.
"Cold, baby?" Cruz was behind her, his stomach and chest pressed against her back.
She nodded and he turned her in his arms. He bent until he could cover her hard nipple with his mouth. He sucked. His warm tongue and lips sent little arcs of heat across her breasts. He moved to the other breast, teasing it with flashes of heat from his mouth alternating with cold air as he blew on it.
Under the water’s surface, his hands teased her, too. Spreading, probing.
"You’re still shivering, baby." He wanted to fuck her again, to feel her flutter and tremble all over because it was his hands, his lips, his cock doing these things to her. But the Ranchero started up, the sound eliciting a sigh from both of them.
Tamsyn wrapped her arms around him in a quick hug before she started back toward the pier where her clothes were still waiting. "Time for the real world, I guess."
He watched her, early daylight sparkling on the water droplets that clung to her body, flung like diamonds as she moved to dress.
Nothing, he thought, could ever be more real than that moment.
*****
Dominic was heating water on the small propane grill when they got back to the Ranchero. Big brother was silent, staring at the water until it started to boil. He poured the water into cups, a morning spike of caffeine for the three of them, and then he poured more water into the pan.
He was working his jaw in between sips of coffee.
Tamsyn rinsed her cup and put it back alongside the grill. "You have something to say, Dom, say it."
He shook his head and started tearing open packets of instant oatmeal. Tamsyn looked to Cruz, who shrugged and mouthed, "Blank."
When Dominic handed her the cup of oatmeal, she wrapped her hand around his wrist. "I get it. You’re mad about the choices we’re making. But you’re making your own -- you’re choosing to stay."
"I’m not mad." He glanced at the back of the Ranchero. "Just--"
Dominic buried his face in his palms. Cruz reached out, his hand closing around the back of Dominic’s neck to gently squeeze.
"You’re hurting. Why?"
When he lifted his head, Dominic stared at Tamsyn. "What you said, yesterday, about Lyrra."
His throat closed around her name, almost squeezed it back down. Cruz leaned close to his brother, hand still on Dominic’s neck, their heads touching.
"You haven’t said her name in seven years, bro."
"Wrong, Manito. I say it everyday." He stood and walked to the Ranchero, returning with the laptop open and running. "The two of you." He growled lightly, his mood lifting a little as he began to open up. "It made me think about Lyrra, the connection we had."
Dominic pulled up the chat log from last night. "You’re right, Beemer doesn’t like answering questions. Only feeds information when he feels like he’s about to lose me."
"And he’s trying to scare the shit out of us," Tamsyn said, scrolling through the transcript. "He’s joking about this black ops shit, right?"
Dominic shook his head. "I tried to keep Cruz from you because of what happened with Lyrra. I blamed myself, still do. We were dating--" His gaze shifted to Cruz and Tamsyn sitting shoulder-to-shoulder. He snorted. "Intensely dating, you might say. Started talking marriage, family. I figured I had to be honest with her. Had to tell...show her, you know?"
Tamsyn gave him a solemn nod.
"It took her about an hour to calm down, another hour before she would touch me or let me touch her." His fingertips grazed his arm, as if he was remembering the moment all over again. "Before I left, we, uh..." He blinked, cheeks reddening.
He swirled water in his cup, ran a paper towel through it and then added instant coffee crystals and more water. He didn’t say anything until he’d taken a couple of sips. "That ‘black ops shit’ was exactly what I returned to. Only I didn’t realize it then. She and her roommate rented a duplex near the university we went to."
Tam glanced at Cruz. She had no idea Dominic had been at college.
"Biology," Dominic said, catching the direction of her gaze. He gestured at himself then at Cruz. "For obvious reasons."
"What did you find when you returned?"
When Dominic just stared down at his coffee, Cruz answered. "Police, fire engine..." He paused. He hadn’t seen it in the flesh, but the images coursing through Dominic’s mind since that time had sometimes been so intense they felt like Cruz’s own. "And a coroner’s wagon."
"The fire was out. Mrs. Pereira, who lived in the other half of the duplex, was out on the sidewalk, hysterical and screaming that el lobo had gotten Lyrra. When the fire marshal said Lyrra had set the fire herself, I thought... "
"That you were the lobo," Tamsyn finished.
"Yeah." Dominic downed the rest of his coffee. "When the cops started asking questions
, I got the hell out of there. I thought she was dead, I saw them wheel her out, covered, on a gurney. They said she was dead."
"What do you mean, thought?" Cruz had a grip on Dom’s shoulder and he gave him a shake.
"Here." Tamsyn turned the laptop so that Cruz could read the screen.
Bad Moon Rising: They disappear, man, into government labs. Deaths are faked. Anyone who goes looking for them is as good as dead. That’s why you have to get her to Sanctuary.
"They fucking have males -- just like us -- out in the big cities. Groups of three -- to police one another, I guess. They pick up the scent, they zero in. Take out the male she’s bonded with, if he’s there, then the clean-up crew comes in." Dominic pounded his fist against his thigh.
Cruz caught his brother’s hand before he could hit himself again. "You thought she was dead, you were worried about our cover being blown."
Dominic tried to jerk his hand away but Cruz held him, grabbed his other arm. "Bro, you have to leave the guilt in the past and think about the now. These people, we know they’re hunting Tam, and Lyrra could still be alive, she could still be their prisoner."
Slowly the tension eased from Dominic. Tamsyn put the laptop aside and reached out to him. "This Sanctuary -- it could be a black ops front or the real thing. Either way, it’s the best chance at getting the information we need to survive and find out what happened to Lyrra."
"Right, then." Cruz gave Dominic a soft head butt before standing up. He pointed at the laptop. "You’re better, Tam, than either of us at telling when a guy is lying. Re-read those and see if you can figure anything else out."
Dominic started to rise but Cruz put a hand on his shoulder and gently pushed him back down. "Try to rest. The road was rough on the Ranchero, there was a lot more shit rattling around by the time we stopped. I’m going to tighten down what I can, then we’ll pack up."
"I’ll help--"
"By resting," Cruz insisted. "You know how the Beast Brothers auto shop works. You take care of the books, I take care of the bolts. Reverse it..."
"And everything gets fucked up, Manito." Dominic allowed a small smile to swim across his face for a second before offering a mock scowl. "Especially the books."
