Trust in Sanctuary [Sanctuary, Montana 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Corinne Davies

  “I can’t explain why I feel the way I do, but I’m not going to let you deny it either. You can’t tell me you don’t feel the same things we do. You don’t strike me as the type of woman who would jump into bed with a man after only knowing him one day.”

  Jocelyn felt her cheeks go hot, and she pulled the cap off her head and unzipped her vest a bit. “Matt told you?” She didn’t know how she felt about them discussing her like that. She took a sip from the take-out cup and realized that it was blueberry and mint tea with a hint of honey. The same thing she’d ordered at the teahouse when she’d first met Matt.

  “No, you did. But Matt and I don’t keep secrets from each other, if this going to work we have to keep an open line of communication.”

  “I didn’t say any…oh, no. You do remember.” Jocelyn covered her face with her hand. She’d known it was silly, but she felt so self-conscious at the moment. He said I was a naughty girl that needed to be spanked.

  “Ah, darlin’, don’t be embarrassed. That was the single most incredible moment of my life to date.”

  He’s just saying that. Jocelyn rubbed her face with her hand but kept her gaze on the road in front of them as she sipped at her tea. “I thought maybe you thought you’d been dreaming.”

  “No, thank god.” Eric lifted the cup from her hand and placed it in the cup holder, tossed the paper back on the dash, and unbuckled her seat belt. “Come a bit closer to me, Jocelyn. You’re sitting too far away.”

  “Why?” She darted a look at his face, but he was watching the road.

  “We’ve got a bit of a drive a head of us, and I like being able to touch you.” He patted the seat next to him. “There’s a seat belt here.”

  “Where exactly are you taking me?” Jocelyn shook her head at her own lack of self-preservation. She’d gotten into a truck with a virtual stranger and didn’t know where he was taking her. It didn’t stop her from moving over and buckling in. Eric kept his arm stretched out along the top of the bench seat, and she kept her posture straight so as not to lean against him.

  “We’re going straight down the I-90 to Headwaters State Park. It’ll take us about an hour, but they have a geocache challenge that I thought you might have fun with.” Eric explained to her the basics of geocaching, and it really was like treasure hunting. You followed a map, coordinates, and clues to find each cache. “There is an entire website devoted to it. No matter where I go, I always check to see if there is something to find nearby if I have an opportunity. Sometimes it’s as simple as a piece of paper you can write your name on and others have coins that you register on the website and then rehide somewhere new so they can track how far it travels. ”

  The more Eric spoke, Jocelyn found herself relaxing and getting over her embarrassment from earlier. They were consenting adults, and if she was to be honest she was hoping for more than erotic whispers in the dark today. They passed the time easy enough, and by the time Eric turned onto the road leading to the park, she’d curled up next to him. His arm was wrapped around her side, his hand resting on her hip.

  Three hours later Jocelyn was exhausted but hadn’t had as much fun in her lifetime. They’d decided to search with the GPS instead of the written directions, and the goal was to find the answers to trivia questions in the park. Eric was like a little kid when they found one of the answers, cheering and marking it off on the list. They’d even created a silly little handshake they did after each one. Eric had carried a good size backpack and had water and snacks packed in there for them.

  “You’re a regular Boy Scout aren’t you?”

  “Always prepared.” He winked at her, and she suddenly wondered what else he’d packed away in there. There were a couple school groups meandering through the park, but that didn’t stop Eric from kissing her senseless when they couldn’t be seen. It felt like it was an added game to the day, not getting caught.

  They stood together by the bluff of the river and relaxed. The sun felt nice, but it was the warmth of Eric’s arms around her that made it a perfect moment. The soft rushing of the water, the slight chill to the breeze, and even the occasional delighted child’s laugh. Her back was against his chest as they looked out over the water. His hands were clasped in front of her just below her breasts. She’d lifted her own hands and held on to his.

  “I’m sorry I didn’t get back to the house earlier yesterday.”

  Jocelyn knew that something must have happened, but she didn’t think it was her place to ask or pry. Matt had seemed concerned but tried to hide it. That had been mostly why she’d insisted on going back to Minnie’s. If Eric hadn’t wanted to see her she wasn’t going to make him uncomfortable in his own home.

  “Is everything okay?”

  Eric’s grip tightened fractionally before he spoke. “My dad told me last night that he’s been diagnosed with prostate cancer.”

  Jocelyn’s heart sunk, and her chest tightened. She’d only met Eric’s parents briefly, but they’d seemed like sweet, warm people. They were probably awesome parents. “I’m so sorry, Eric.”

  “It’s okay. They caught it early, but it really scared me. I’ve never really thought about life without my parents.”

  Jocelyn’s relationship with her parents was strained at the best of times. It wasn’t that she didn’t love them, but she didn’t think their death would affect her as acutely as Eric felt. “You have to think positive.”

  Eric laughed and hugged her tighter. She felt him rest his face against her head. “That’s exactly what Matt said when I told him.”

  “Smart and great taste in movies, your cousin isn’t such a bad guy.”

  She like the sound of Eric’s low chuckle and hoped that she’d managed to make him feel a bit better, even for a moment. They fell into a companionable silence again, watching the river. Eric nudged her slightly and pointed up at the sky where a pair of eagles soared majestically through the sky. The sight almost brought tears to her eyes. She’d never seen the birds outside of a book or the zoo. They were breathtaking in their natural environment.

  “I’ve always loved this place. When I was in the hospital, this is what I would think about when I didn’t want to open my eyes.”

  She understood that feeling. When she was in the hospital she would read anything and everything that would take her away from her life. “How long were you in?”

  “Some days felt like an eternity.”

  “I can’t imagine how painful that would have been.” She’d read an article once that described some of the treatments burn victims had to endure, and it had sounded barbaric to her.

  “Yeah.” Eric didn’t speak for a while. She wanted to turn around and hug him and take away all the pain he must have felt. “The scars run in patches from my hands, up my arm, and along part of my back and shoulder. They’re not that pretty.”

  Jocelyn wasn’t certain what he was trying to say, unless he’d had someone reject him for them in the past. What kind of shallow bitch would do that?

  “We all have scars in one way or another.” She rubbed her hand against the back of his, feeling the slight imperfections to his skin. “Some are on the outside and some hide on the inside.”

  “The more time I spend with you the more amazing you are, kitty.” He slipped one of his hands free and lifted it up to her neck. Tugging one of the earflaps up, she felt him move behind her and press a kiss to the side of her neck. She’d forgotten she was wearing the kitty hat. She laughed at the endearment and angled her head a bit more.

  “I like to hear your laugher, but not when I’m kissing your neck and thinking about how good you’ll feel when I press my cock inside of you. How about that, darlin’?”

  “Oh.” Her body had maintained a low hum of arousal all day, but his words and the incredibly sexy tone to his voice and the kissing nips he was giving the side of her neck were making her pussy throb. She could feel her panties getting wet and would love nothing more than to feel that as well.

  “Not laughing now are you?�
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  “No”—she could feel herself grinning—“but if you tickle me I can’t be responsible for my reactions.”

  Eric was the one who laughed this time, and he hugged her tightly. She felt him rest his chin on her head as they looked over the water. “Are you ready to get going?” he asked.

  “No, but it’s an hour back, and I bet you need to have a nap or you’re going to be falling asleep in your boots tonight.”

  “Oh, no, you have no idea what those evil bastards would do to me if they found me asleep.”

  “You can’t tell me Matt wouldn’t protect you?”

  Eric let her go but caught her hand in one of his. “Hell no. He’d be the one coming up with the ideas.”

  They walked hand in hand back to the truck. When Eric helped her up she felt his hand slide over her ass as she moved but didn’t jump away. She turned to give him a glare, but he simply winked at her before shutting the door.

  Jocelyn took a quick peek in the rearview mirror at herself. Her nose and cheeks were red, and her eyes looked bright. She remembered a time when her skin had looked gray and sallow. The woman looking back at her looked healthy and happy, and for a split second she wasn’t certain she was looking at herself. She pulled the knit kitty cap off and could hear the crackle of static electricity. She tried to quickly smooth her hair, but Eric was hopping in before she could really do anything. He pulled off his cap and put it in his vest pocket as he started the truck.

  “I’m going to let it warm up before we get going.” Eric reached over and pulled her sideways into his lap.

  “What are you doing?” Jocelyn laughed as she found herself tucked between his body and the steering wheel, her legs stretched out along the seat.

  “What I’ve wanted to do all day.”

  She melted the moment his lips touched hers. This kiss wasn’t playful or teasing like the ones they’d shared earlier. This was passion unleashed and directed completely on her. Moisture gathered between her legs, and she shifted in his arms, pressing her hip against the growing erection beneath.

  Eric groaned and lifted his face, pressing his lips against her forehead. “This isn’t going to work.”

  “What do you mean?” Jocelyn didn’t understand why he’d pulled back. He hadn’t let go of her yet.

  “I need to find us a more private spot before I lose my mind and risk getting arrested. There’re too many kids running around this place to risk doing what I really want to do to you.”

  “What do you want to do?”

  “Darlin’, I’m going to fuck you till you see stars.”

  A second later he had her tucked in beside him. She did up her seat belt as he pulled out of the parking lot and back toward the highway. Jocelyn felt her heart racing with a combination of nerves and anticipation. Less than a mile down the I-90, Eric pulled off onto a side road and then pulled in behind a grouping of trees. It blocked some of the view from the road but not that much.

  Gripping her thighs, he slid them both over toward the passenger side. With a bit more room to maneuver, Jocelyn lifted herself up and straddled his legs, pressing her against the ridge in his jeans. “If I don’t get to touch you in the next thirty seconds, I’m going to go out of my mind.”

  “I’m all yours. Touch whatever you want.”

  Jocelyn hesitated for a moment. She desperately wanted to feel his hands on her but was nervous about how aggressive she could be with him. Eric slipped his hand along her hip and over her ass again. He groaned low in his throat and she pressed a kiss against his neck, just below his Adam’s apple as she untucked her shirt with one hand and led his other hand underneath.

  He must have been waiting for an obvious sign of acceptance because as soon as she did that, Eric took over. His large calloused hands slid under her bra and cupped her breasts.

  “Perfect.”

  “I know they’re small.”

  The insecure comment slipped from her lips before she had a chance to stop it. Eric paused and lifted his face from hers. She opened her eyes and was caught in his gaze. He looked like he wanted to eat her alive. Jocelyn had never looked directly at a man when he was touching her like this, and the intimacy was breathtaking.

  “Perfect,” he repeated. Eric let go of one of her breasts and grabbed her hand and pressed her palm against the thick hard ridge in his jeans. “I don’t know how else to show you.”

  He let go of her hand, but Jocelyn traced her fingers over his erection up to the top and then slipped the button of his jeans. She felt the material parting under the pressure, and the tip of his cock brushed against her fingers.

  “Oh god, darlin’.” Eric lifted his hands and speared his fingers through her hair, pulling her down for a hungry kiss. The world ceased to exist around them as far as she was concerned. Eric shuddered under her, and she wanted him more than her next breath. Carefully she lowered the zipper and cupped his length with her hand, stroking him from base to tip.

  He groaned again as he sucked on her tongue, jerking his hips as she stroked him. “I don’t want to come in your hand, darlin’.”

  She didn’t want that either, but there was something very intoxicating about having a big man like Eric at her mercy. He let go of her with one hand, and she felt him slide it all the way down to between her legs. He cupped her pussy and rubbed his fingers against the denim between her legs. “I can feel how wet you are.”

  “I know.” And she did. Her pussy felt like it was soaked and swollen, and if she hadn’t been wearing clothes her juices might have been tracking down his legs. She wasn’t at all shocked she’d soaked her jeans.

  “Condom,” he mumbled between kisses, “vest pocket.”

  “Boy Scout,” she teased as she dug in his pocket and pulled out the foil package. He took it from her and gave her another kiss, and then smacked her on the ass. It wasn’t hard at all, but she felt another wave of moisture between her legs in reaction. Her mind instantly went to the conversation they’d had on the phone the night before.

  Eric slid his hand over her hips and attacked the button of her jeans. “For the love of god, get these off as quick as possible.”

  Jocelyn scrambled, need making her clumsy as she tried to unzip her boots and get them off so she could peel her pants down her legs. Eric tore open the foil package and rolled the condom down his cock. “I wanted to do that.”

  “Next time, darlin’. I promise.” He pulled her closer to him, encouraging her to straddle his legs again. She was acutely aware of the fact that they were still partially clothed, and part of her wanted to strip everything off and feel his chest against her nipples. The interior of the truck was warm enough that she wasn’t concerned about feeling cold, not that she’d notice right now anyways.

  Eric slipped his hands under her shirts and cupped her breasts again. “Put me inside you.” His breath warmed the skin below her ear, sending goose bumps along her skin.

  Jocelyn didn’t think her heart could beat any faster as she reached down and gripped Eric cock, lining it up with her dripping entrance. She felt the muscles of her vagina stretch with his invasion. The incredible sensation left her breathless as she slid down his length. She was so damn wet she knew she was soaking him as well. She clenched on him when she’d taken his entire length. Pulling at his shirt, she tried to strip him further, but Eric grabbed her hands and stilled them.

  “Not here. I don’t want to have to worry if someone drives by, decides to be nosey, and sees either of us.” He let her pull up his shirt a bit and stroke his chest. Jocelyn wondered if he was still self-conscious of his scars but didn’t argue with him. She tried to pull his shirt up again, but he stopped her.

  Feeling his length pressed up inside of her, stretching her, made her want to move, but Eric had his hands clamped on her hips, keeping her still as he kissed her. She whimpered and shuddered, trying to wriggle her hips and get some friction. The lack of movement made her feel hyperaware of his thickness, and she wondered if he could make her come like this.
Is that even possible? She wriggled again, and Eric smacked her sharply on the hip. No harder than a smack but it sent a warmth over her skin and added another level of awareness to her senses.

  “What did I tell you about naughty girls last night?” Eric jerked his hips up against her and she gasped at the intense sensation that rocked through her.

  “They get spanked.”

  “That’s right.” Eric lifted her up an inch or two and then pulled her back down on him. The small teasing stroke made her shiver, and she gripped handfuls of his shirt. Bracing her forehead against his chest she looked down at where they were joined. She wanted him wild instead of these calculated movements. He lifted her up, and she watched as his cock disappeared inside of her body. It was one of the most erotic things she’d ever watched.

  He swatted her ass again, a touch harder this time, and the slight sting had her lifting her head meeting his gaze. “Like that?” he asked.

  Jocelyn could feel the blush heating up her cheeks. She did like it a lot but was embarrassed to admit it. He smacked her ass again, and the sting morphed into an erotic heat radiating from her ass. She bit her lip and nodded.

  “We’re going to have a lot of fun.” He grinned and rubbed the spot he’d just smacked, spreading the heat around. The sting disappeared almost immediately and morphed into an erotic burn between her legs. His hand dipped between the cheeks of her ass and stroked her anus.

  She automatically clenched her ass cheeks at his touch and lifted slightly off him.

  “No one has taken you like this have they? Bent you over and pressed their cock in your ass?”

  Jocelyn’s breath hitched and she shook her head, his blunt words turning her on more than embarrassing her. Eric continued to move his finger in little circles around her clenched anus but didn’t say anything. If she thought looking someone in the eye while having sex was intimate, it was nothing compared to having them play with her ass.