by Lisa Hughey
The surge of lust took him by surprise. Lately he’d been a little disconnected, a little tired of the constant push for more. Right this moment he wanted to take something just for himself. To forget about the business, about his responsibilities, about all the people who depended on him, and just take.
And who he wanted to take was currently wrapped around him like a python.
He flung aside analysis and concerns and possibilities and went for it. He was spiraling into a place where stopping would be hard. He broke their kiss, needing to confirm they were on the same page. “I want you.”
Her breasts were pillowed against his chest, arms tight around his neck, head tilted back so she could stare into his eyes.
Her Rallye Green gaze snagged his.
The need there nearly brought him to his knees.
“Excellent,” she said huskily. “I want you too.”
That was his greenlight. He dove into the kiss.
Diego licked into her mouth, her lips parted and her tongue stroked his eagerly.
The kiss rocked his world.
When he pulled away, her freckles stood out in her flushed face, and her lips were reddened. Her breath puffed against his mouth. They both waited, hesitating on the brink of a change.
She gathered her energy, as though she was going to step back. Step away.
No, he didn’t want that.
His body buzzed with an excess of energy and deep well of fulfillment.
But instead of pulling away, she tugged him toward the bed.
Penny fell back onto the quilt. She parted her legs and he landed between them. Right where he wanted to be.
He propped on one elbow and skimmed his hand beneath the tails of her shirt, too impatient to unbutton the soft flannel, pushing the material up to bare her stomach. “So soft,” he murmured against her ribs.
Penny burrowed her hands beneath his basketball shorts and cupped his ass. Her questing fingers scraped over his skin, and fuck but he wanted those hands somewhere else.
She rocked into his cock. “So hard.”
He rolled so lay on their sides facing each other.
“Touch me,” he groaned, then nipped his way up her ribcage to her luscious breasts. They were small, perky, and begging for his mouth.
“Return the—” she gasped when his mouth closed over her pert nipple, “—favor. Oh holy manure.”
He bit back a laugh.
Goofy. And still so hot. He tongued her nipple against the roof of his mouth, sucked the tight bud inside while he caressed her other breast with his fingers. She fit his hand perfectly. He squeezed. Satisfaction thrummed through him when she arched into his touch.
Penny pushed down his shorts and curled her hand around his cock. She explored him tentatively, her thumb brushing the sensitive tip.
“Harder,” he begged.
He shoved her shirt over her head, exposing her breasts.
Her tan lines were sharply defined—she clearly spent a lot of time in the sun in just a bikini top. His hands were dark against the white skin of her breasts, the contrast ramping him up to another level.
“I want to devour you.”
“No one is stopping you,” she said breathlessly.
Diego pushed her jeans down her hips.
“Oh.” Her hand gripped his wrist, his pulse thudding frantically against her rough fingertips.
“Mierda. You want to stop.” He dropped his forehead to her shoulder, breathing deeply, trying to control his erection.
“No!” She flushed hard.
Fascinated, he watched the red spread over her chest and into her cheeks.
“Um, just don’t look at my underwear. It’s…not sexy.”
“Querida, I don’t give a damn about your underwear.” He shoved the plain white cotton off her hips.
He stroked his hands over her naked skin, learning her curves, learning what made her purr. Women were like engines—each had their own little idiosyncrasies and trigger points. He trailed his fingers over her hips, down her thighs, then drew his fingers up until he reached the apex of her sex.
She jerked at the first touch of his fingers. He threaded through her curls, found her wet, then began to tease.
But Penny paid him back in kind. One hand wrapped around his cock, the other struggled with his ribbed tank until he yanked it off one handed.
They were both naked now.
She scraped her fingernails at the base of his neck. Goose bumps peppered his skin. His balls tightened up, his body more than ready to take the plunge. Within seconds they’d gone from zero to sixty.
“Now,” she panted.
Shit. “Condom.” He didn’t have one.
She started laughing. The sound shifted something in his heart.
“Don’t think it’s that funny.”
“My own sex god.” She laughed even harder, tears leaking from her eyes.
She arched beneath him, her breasts pushed up into his face and he bent to suck a still-hard nipple into his mouth. She extended her arm to the little night table, moaning as he sucked harder.
She pulled open the drawer of the nightstand.
“Can’t reach.” She gestured to the bedside table.
He reached into the drawer and grabbed some packages. In his fist were several but the one that caught his eye was white with a familiar red cross.
He squinted. “Orgasm Donor,” was printed underneath the red cross symbol.
He suppressed a snort. “I’m happy to donate some orgasms to your cause,” he teased. Then his brain stumbled on that thought. She had condoms.
Thank God, because his cock had not gotten the message that stopping was imminent.
She had condoms.
She grabbed one from his fist and tossed the others onto the quilt. “Got it!” she said in triumph and waved the little packet in his face.
He rolled them again, so Penny was on top.
She took the latex and proceeded to sheath him.
He should slow it down, make her beg, make her moan, but she knelt over him, knees on the outside of his hips.
Like a goddess, her head thrown back, the tip of her braids brushed his thighs. Her pert breasts were pink with beard burn and her nipples wet from his mouth. The pagan goddess pose did it for him.
Arms filled with sexy woman and his cock covered and ready to go. Diego abandoned his thoughts of tasting her all over. Next time.
He cupped her hips in his palms and guided her onto his cock. So full he could burst, he wanted to move. But he held back, letting her sink onto his erection at her own pace, knowing once she started moving, he wouldn’t last long.
Once she was fully seated, her sex gloved him, her ass on his thighs, she tilted her head and met his gaze with glassy green eyes.
“Okay?” he asked.
“More than.” Her smile was a little wicked and a lot aroused. Then Penny began to rock into him. Every downward stroke her sex squeezed his cock. “Harder,” she demanded.
Diego grabbed her hips and thrust up. She threw her head back as they slammed together. Once they found a rhythm, the intensity increased. His cock was harder than steel as he pistoned his hips. With every thrust, her small breasts bounced.
Winded and flushed, Penny bent over him, her nipple even with his mouth. He craned his neck and sucked her inside. The change in angle was the trigger. With every thrust he rubbed the head of his cock against her G-spot, the bundle of nerves swelled and her body began to buck against his.
Her fists clenched against his shoulders, and her thighs tightened around his hips with each cataclysmic coming together, until Penny gave a cry, arching back. Her body tightened around him as her orgasm spread over her face. Her sex clamped around his cock, milking him. His balls tightened, and energy pooled at the base of his spine until he catapulted over the edge.
His vision whited out, sparklers flickering behind his closed eyelids as his body exploded. His come shot into the condom in intense jerks.
His hear
t thundered in his chest, as he stared up at the woman who tempted him to break his long held rules. Sweat gleamed on her skin, and her eyes were closed as pleasure waterfalled over her face.
With an oomph, Penny fell facedown on him. Diego shifted so Penny sprawled over top of him, and his cock loved the Penny blanket.
Did she just…fall asleep on him?
Her breath snuffled softly against his neck. She had.
How tired was she that she crashed on his shoulder? Wasn’t the guy the one who was supposed to fall asleep after sex? Diego huffed out a laugh.
His heart still thundered, and his body was still buzzing with the aftermath of explosive sex. Goddamn, he’d needed that. The grinding pain in his stomach had all but gone. His shoulders were more relaxed than they had been in months.
Sated, content, he wrapped his arm around her back and held her to him. She felt profoundly right in his arms. For a moment, he didn’t want to let her go.
He definitely didn’t want to wake her up. Two hours’ sleep? After the day she’d had yesterday, and their energetic round of sex, no wonder she was dead on her feet. And no way was he forcing her to go to partners yoga. He’d face Zinnia’s wrath. “Sweetheart. What time do you have to have to get up?”
“Kayak races at umm, nine.”
“Sleep. I’ll make sure you’re awake.”
She nuzzled his neck, pressed a kiss to his skin. The innocent touch buzzed through him and his dick, the bastard, got hard again.
She muttered something that might have been “Thanks.”
As if his reassurance popped the release on her restraint, her body went liquid, turning into a limp noodle.
Her chest expanded and contracted against his as she slept deeply. Her lips puffed breath against his neck, raising goose bumps and spreading tingles more across his naked flesh.
She was out.
Diego curled his arms around her body and rolled them onto their sides. He took care of the condom without shifting her from beneath his arm and then relaxed onto the mattress. He should get up, tuck her in, and leave. Staying around after release wasn’t usually his thing, but he didn’t want to wake her. So he set the alarm button on his watch, giving her a little bit of snooze time, and shifted her so that her head rested in the crook of his neck.
She threw one bare leg over his and her hand skimmed down his stomach, resting near his groin.
His heart thudded beneath her cheek, booming so hard he was afraid he might wake her up. But instead she settled closer, and curled her fingers against his naked skin. When was the last time he’d just hung out with a woman?
Usually he was too busy. Had too many meetings and action items taking up his day to relax. He was either working, working out, or sleeping. But now he was trapped on the relatively comfortable bed, arms full of sexy woman, and nowhere to go. The warm cabin, the female full of soft curves and sweet sighs, and his general fatigue all caught up with him.
His last cogent thought was Zin was going to kill him.
But what a way to go.
8
Penny was cocooned, enveloped and warmed by a band across her lower back. She didn’t want to wake up but someone’s annoying alarm wouldn’t shut up.
God, she wanted to sink back into sleep for about a hundred years.
Her bed felt weird. Not bad, nice actually, but weird. A steady thump echoed in her ears as she snuggled closer. “Just five more minutes,” she murmured. Like she could talk the alarm into snoozing.
But the irritating beep kept going.
Her bed rumbled, then let out a very masculine groan.
What?!
That shock to the system had her jerking awake. Then her solid bed began to move. Penny clung tight and opened her eyes. Holy manure, she was nearly lying on top of Diego Ramos.
She was still naked.
And she’d had sex with him. Images and sensations rushed back in.
She’d had amazing sex with him. And oh my God, she had not intended to fall asleep on him.
His firm hand pressed against her lower back as he reached for something. He’d kept his arms wrapped tight around her while asleep.
Umm, what just happened?
Diego thunked his head onto the pillow. Her heart threatened to thunder out of her chest. His very hard, very impressive erection pulsed against her hip. Very big. Penny went a little lightheaded remembering that thick invasion and the resulting orgasm.
Jesus, she was a nympho. But before this morning, she hadn’t had sex in…when had she and her ex called it quits? Months ago, last summer maybe.
“I, you’re um, up, I mean, I should get up….” Oh God. She dropped her head against his shoulder and hid from his gaze. “I need to go.”
He chuckled.
It really wasn’t that funny.
She lifted her head and glared at him.
“We’re both up.” His grin was a little crooked and a lot mischievous. His brown eyes sparkled with wicked intent.
“Not helping.”
She should get up, but she held still for one more second, enjoying the hard male body against her and the way his cock pulsed against her lower belly, in time with the thud of his heart.
Penny carefully extricated from his loose embrace, her face surely a fiery red.
Diego curled to sitting, rubbed his hands over his face.
“You sort of passed out on top of me.” His grin told her he hadn’t minded. Completely unconcerned that he was naked as a jay, whereas Penny wanted to clutch the covers to her chest like a Victorian heroine.
“I’m quite sorry.” She flushed again.
“Don’t be.” Diego slid closer. “I enjoyed it.”
Everything came rushing back into her consciousness. She’d been so tired. Nothing embarrassing about passing out on top of a stranger. Could you call someone you were naked with a stranger?
Even though Penny hadn’t seen him in twenty years, he’d been a constant presence in her life, like her conscience. She’d taken that angry boy’s words to heart and learned about the rest of the world outside her insular wealthy life.
Sure the first thing that surprised her about his speech was the fact that not everyone got a new car on their birthday, but later other things had registered. People went to bed hungry.
Those simple, matter-of-fact words had changed the trajectory of her life.
Because she couldn’t imagine it. Each step on her journey had been formed by that interaction.
Maybe she hadn’t even realized how much impact that conversation had on her life until now.
“You okay?” He was looking at her strangely. But he was so close, his sexuality shoved out the little trip through her memories and motivation.
Naked, his warm body still pressed against hers, she knew they needed to get up and move. This little bubble was absent of tension and expectation. She’d stopped living her life to please others years ago. Now she only pleased herself.
Stupid to be shy now, but there it was. “Sure.” She avoided his gaze.
She was like a nerdy schoolgirl who’d lost her tongue around the super popular quarterback. His wicked grin caught her by surprise. Except that she could almost guarantee that he’d been more likely to be bad boy behind the bleachers than on the field.
“But I need to change.”
“Who’s stopping you?”
No embarrassment for this guy. His gaze heated, skimmed down her body again. The room was laden with suddenly simmering lust. He was gorgeous. All dark skin and lean muscles. His cock had begun to lengthen the longer he stared at her.
She mentally shrugged. Might as well own it. Who knew when she’d have an experience like this again.
Penny stroked her palm over his shoulder, tracing the swell of his biceps and the corded lean strength of his forearm. “Thanks for the morning pick-me-up and the nap.”
He laughed, his teeth white in his tan face. “Much better than partners yoga.”
“Definitely more cardio than spiritua
l.”
“I disagree. I’m pretty sure I saw heaven.”
The pleasure that flowed through her filled a hole she hadn’t even known existed. It was probably a line, and still she fell for it.
He leaned in and brushed a soft kiss against her mouth. His watch beeped again.
“Great way to start the day. But if we’re late for the kayak races, Zin will have my ass.” He leisurely picked up his shorts and tank top. “I’ll wait outside.”
“Not necessary. I can get to the dock.”
After Diego gently closed the door, Penny quickly tugged on a string bikini, a pair of cutoffs, and a tank top imprinted with “Farmer. Because Food Producing Bad Ass was not an official job title.”
Sure enough, Diego was waiting on her porch. The employee cabin was far enough away from the water that only flickers of light from the sun glinting off the lake penetrated into the woods.
They walked toward the dock in companionable silence. The mood between them surprisingly easy and not at all awkward.
When they got to the dock, a crowd had already gathered. “I need to check in with Tegan—she’s taking over for Heather as camp director—and find out where she needs me. Thank you.”
Now it was awkward. Should she shake his hand? Tell him he’d been an amazing orgasm donor? Let him know she’d be up for sharing a cabin again?
“My pleasure.” His husky voice skimmed over her nerve endings like the rasp of sandpaper over unfinished wood.
Penny suppressed a shiver. “Good luck on your race.” She hurried away, pretending, at least to herself, that she wasn’t figuratively running.
Zinnia rested in an Adirondack chair along the shoreline with her booted foot propped on another chair, clipboard in her lap and megaphone in her hand. “Okay, everyone! Line up with your partners and then the camp staff will get you in your doubles kayak. We set up pairs with one member from Ramos Classic and one from London Automotive.”
Penny smiled at the groans and cheers from the crowd as she headed toward Tegan. “What’s my assignment?”
“Ramos and Sherry,” Zinnia yelled, interrupting her conversation with Tegan.
Diego and a pretty young woman with a sparkle in her eye walked over to the waiting kayaks.
