by Cathryn Fox
Panting hard, and keeping a finger inside her, he said, “Take your shorts off.”
She pulled her hands out from behind her, pushed her shorts down and wiggled them to her feet. Her pussy tightened around his finger with her movements. With his free hand, Noah pulled them from her ankles and tossed them onto the pile.
Leaning up against the rocks, she spread her legs wide to give him better access, and the sweet scent of her hot pussy hit him like a double shot of rum. The world around him faded, dulled to a hush. He pushed his finger in and out of her, until she was so soaked and ready that all he could think about was ramming his dick into her.
Her hands went to his zipper. “Take yours off too,” she said breathlessly. “I want to see your cock.”
Noah groaned. Oh yeah, this girl really was all kinds of trouble.
He pulled his finger out of her pussy, tore off his pants, and threw them on top of her clothes. His cock jutted forward, so hard and ready his brain was nearly blank. Jesus, he loved it when his brain shut down. Her gaze dropped, and she made a whimpering sound as she reached for his dick. He nudged his hips forward, offering it to her. It was true he didn’t like to be touched, but when a chick wanted to stroke his dick, he damn well made an exception.
“So big,” she murmured.
“You like it big, baby?”
“Yeah.” She licked her mouth, her hands grasping his cock harder.
Noah swallowed hard. “You want to suck it?”
She gave him a sexy grin that told him how much she liked sucking cock, how good she was at it, before she sank to her knees. The second her mouth wrapped around his crown, he gripped her head with one hand and braced the other on the rock wall behind her. Christ, her hot wet mouth felt so damn good.
“Fuck...”
She moaned around a mouthful of cock, and he rocked into her, hitting the back of her throat. She gagged a little, but continued to try to take him deeper.
“Nice,” he murmured, ramming into her.
She licked the long length of him, her tongue running circles around his crown before she plunged forward to take him back in again. She spent a long time working him in and out of her hot mouth, and when he groaned, she cupped his balls. They drew up tight against his body, and knowing he was close to coming in her mouth, he inched back, and hauled her against him, desperate to bury himself inside her.
He gripped her hips, and lifted her until she was sitting on the ledge, shoving his shirt underneath her ass. His fingers bit into her thighs as he widened them. Bending forward to better position himself between her spread legs, he swiped her cunt with his tongue, and she jutted her tits forward as she leaned back, her palms braced on the rock behind her.
Noah grabbed his pants, and pulled a condom from the pocket. He tore into it and rolled the rubber down the long length of cock.
Dara’s eyes widened in anticipation as he wrapped one arm around her slim waist for leverage, and positioned his cock at her entrance.
“You ready to fuck?” he asked.
Instead of answering she wiggled her hips, forcing him in an inch.
“Christ,” he groaned as her heat wrapped around him. He held her tighter, and in one quick thrust powered into her. She gasped and rubbed her hard nipples against his chest.
He pumped deep, fast, ramming so hard he was sure they were going to punch through the rock wall. She moved with him, and he inched back to look between their bodies as he pulled out, only to sink all the way back inside again. Jesus, she was hot...
He fucked her long and hard, until her body tightened and she made a whimpering sound. A second later her hot cream singed his cock. As her muscles squeezed his dick, she reached for him again, but he pinned her arms to her sides and pumped feverishly. He knew he was being rough, knew he was going to leave her bruised come morning, but there was nothing he could do to slow down. He needed to fuck. He needed to forget. Oh, God, he just needed...
His cock swelled to the point of no return, every nerve in his body alive and on fire. He drove all the way insider her, burying himself balls deep as he let go, splashing his seed into the condom. He threw his head back and growled, concentrating on the explosions rocketing through him. She squeezed him with her cunt, milking every last drop of his release.
Sweat trickled down his brow, and he swiped it away as he strived to catch his breath. Dara shifted and pulled away, his cock slipping out of her. He stood back, water splashing against his heels as he disposed of the rubber. Dara reached for her clothes and pulled them on quickly. Once she was dressed, she jumped from the ledge and grinned up at him.
“Thanks,” she said, licking her lips and smoothing down her long blonde hair as her skin glistened with perspiration. “That was fun.”
“Yeah,” he said, his voice rough, edgy as he reached behind her to grab his pants. She stepped around him, and he said, “I’ll guess I’ll see you around.” He tugged his jeans on and gave a casual roll of his shoulder.
“Sure. I’ll be around,” she said and then disappeared down the beach, dismissing him like he was nothing but a go nowhere loser, a go-to guy when a girl needed to scratch an itch.
What bothered him the most was that she was right.
Chapter Two
Keeping her head high and back straight, Kathryn Lane lowered herself into the chair opposite her new boss at Stone Cliff Resort in the heart of Alberta’s Rocky Mountains. She crossed her legs at the ankles, and poised her tablet on her lap, ready to dive into her new position as Marketing Assistant.
“Kathryn,” her boss Shannon began, flashing her a warm, welcoming smile, but behind that smile Kathryn could easily tell she was a serious businesswoman, one who didn’t tolerate anything but perfection. “I see personnel placed you in Wolf Lodge. Are you all settled in for the summer?”
Kathryn nodded, thinking about the small room that resembled her dorm at Sanford, Canada’s prestigious, East Coast University where she had just finished her junior year. At least at the resort her room had a private shower and the staff quarters had a small, communal kitchen so she didn’t have to eat mystery meat in the meal hall every day. And when she didn’t feel like cooking for herself, she could use one of her staff meal tickets to dine on low fat, healthy food at the buffet.
“Yes, thank you,” she responded, keeping an air of professionalism about her.
Shannon looked at her over her dark-rimmed glasses. “You know this week is all about settling in. You didn’t have to come in until Monday.”
“I wanted to get an early start.”
“Very well.” Shannon’s silver hair glistened in the sunlight shining in from her window as she pulled open a file with Kathryn’s name on it. She adjusted her glasses lower on her nose, and went quiet for a moment as she read. “So you’re internship is for the full four months?”
“Yes,” Kathryn answered. “It’s part of my scholarship requirement.”
Shannon slipped a paper from the file and her perfectly sculpted brows went up as she looked it over. “I’m impressed. It’s not every day we get a scholar like you interning for us. I expect great things.”
Kathryn smiled her usual smile, never hinting at what she’d had to give up in order to get where she was. No friends. No dates. No dreams. Her father would have none of that. No, his only daughter had to work, work, work, and stand above the rest.
“Thank you. I’m looking forward to getting started,” she said cheerily, even though inside she was tied up in knots. While she’d worked hard and was extremely grateful that she had won one of Canada’s largest university scholarships, the pressures that came with it could sometimes be overwhelming. Not only did she have to maintain an exceptionally high average in all her classes, she had to perform well during her summer break internships, which challenged her in three disciplines: enterprise, public policy, and community development. Combining those pressures with a president and CEO father who was always breathing down her back, pushing her to do better than her best, so she coul
d graduate at the top of her class and secure herself a corner office in his financial consulting firm, certainly made for challenging times.
Shannon handed her a pile of brochures, and a thick book on the resort that contained the mission statement and marketing plans. “You can look these over on the weekend,” she said.
Kathryn nodded, and Shannon opened her mouth to say something else, but closed it again when a noise outside her office door drew her attention. Shannon looked over Kathryn’s shoulders, a frown on her pretty face as she zeroed in on something or someone in the resort lobby. Curious, Kathryn angled her head to see what the commotion was all about.
She took in all the new staff who were milling about, getting themselves acquainted with the resort and settled in for the summer. She peered through the crowd, until she caught a glimpse of a guy standing outside the resort manager’s door. Dressed in staff colors, his snug green t-shirt with the resort logo on it hugged his broad shoulders, and showcased a hard body. On his left arm, she caught a hint of a tattoo dipping below the short sleeve. Her gaze dropped to his low hanging swimming trunks, and the clipboard he clutched tightly in his hand. He seemed to be in deep discussions with Donald Brake, the manager with whom Kathryn had interviewed with to get the assistant’s job.
Kathryn glanced at Shannon. “What’s going on?”
Shannon sighed. “That’s Noah. He teaches skiing in the winter and is a river guide for the white-water rafting tours at Canyon Run in the summer.”
“He seems upset.”
“It’s nothing for you to worry about.” When Kathryn nodded, accepting the answer without question, her boss leaned in like she was about to confide something personal. “You probably won’t cross paths with him, Kathryn.” Shannon paused to look over Kathryn’s prim, knee length pencil skirt, and chic blazer. Feeling a bit uncomfortable under her scrutiny, Kathryn smoothed her hand over her hair, checking to make sure it was still secured tightly in her ponytail. Shannon’s eyes moved back to hers and she smiled. “I’m sure you won’t be running in the same circles during your time here.”
“Oh, okay,” Kathryn said, for lack of anything else.
Shannon went quiet for a moment and then advised, “You might want to pick your friends carefully here. Relationships between staff members aren’t forbidden, but they are frowned upon because they can interfere with work. I’m certain you wouldn’t want to do anything to interfere with your job or your scholarship, isn’t that right?”
Kathryn nodded. Point taken.
Still, unable to help herself, she stole another glance at Noah. As if he felt his eyes on her, he turned his head toward her. When their glances collided, he gifted her with a smile, a smile so hot and disarming, it sucked the breath from Kathryn’s lungs. What the heck? She exhaled slowing, trying to appear unaffected as she turned back to Shannon, who thankfully, was looking over her file once again.
“I guess we’ll get started then,” Shannon said. “Since you’ll be working on the brochures, the first thing I need you to do is familiarize yourself with the resort. You need to know all the ins and outs, and all the activities we offer.” Shannon gestured with her hand when someone came in the door behind Kathryn.
“Amy, come in. I was just about to call for you.”
Kathryn smiled at Amy as she came bouncing in, a big smile lighting up her pretty face.
“Hey there,” Amy said to Kathryn as she extended her arm. They exchanged a handshake as Shannon did the introductions.
“This is Amy’s third summer with us. She’s a psychology student, and she works registration and sometimes helps me out,” Shannon explained. “I asked her to show you around today, and I believe Amy lives at Wolf Lodge as well. Isn’t that right, Amy?”
“Sure is,” Amy said, her long, dark hair as bouncy and bubbly as her personality. “Are you ready?” she asked.
“Absolutely,” Kathryn said, turning off her tablet and putting it in her bag.
For the next few hours Amy showed her around, and even though her personality was very different from Kathryn’s, Kathryn couldn’t help but like her. Amy helped to familiarize her with all the facilities, including the spa, horse stables, dining room, biking trails, ski hills, and tennis courts. Once they were done, they took the shuttle to Deerfield, the closest town.
Amy talked nonstop during the tour and as they drove past a beach area that looked like it had had a fire recently, she gave a grin. “That’s the Cave. It’s where we go to have a little off-resort fun.” She nudged Kathryn. “If you know what I mean.” She looked at Kathryn’s business clothes and then at her own. “Tonight we’ll get out of these work clothes and into something a little sexier.”
Instead of telling her she didn’t have clothes that were sexy, she just nodded and looked at the mountains in the distance. Amy pointed out the amenities, and when they drove down a side road, the brick buildings full of gorgeous graffiti, Kathryn’s heart leapt, thrilled that Deerfield had an art district.
Kathryn pointed at the wall. “Who did that?”
Amy’s eyes widened. “Gorgeous isn’t it?”
“Yeah,” Kathryn agreed, taking in the lines, shading and composition. “Whoever did that was very talented.” She thought more about art, art history, and murals, her true love. A knot tightened in her throat. She swallowed it down, because she knew better than to let her thoughts travel that path. While her father collected numerous art pieces, a career in the arts, or switching to a fine arts degree certainly wasn’t in the cards for his daughter.
Their last stop on the tour was the white-water rafting adventure at Canyon Run River. They arrived just in time to see one of the boats returning, the thrill-seekers inside laughing as they wrung water from their hair. They disembarked, and that’s when she caught a glimpse of Noah at the back of the boat. He pulled off his helmet, and wiped the water from his face. Kathryn felt her mouth go dry.
“Looks like fun,” Kathryn said, when in reality the whole idea of rushing down a river scared the hell out of her. She didn’t take risks. Her every action was calculated and had a greater purpose. Of course, that didn’t mean she didn’t want to. Except such behavior was frowned upon in her world.
“We can sign you up for a run if you like?” Amy said.
Her glance shot to Amy, then back to Noah. If he was part of the deal, then maybe she’d give it a shot. Okay, where the heck did that crazy thought come from?
“Have you ever done it?” Kathryn asked.
Amy licked her lips and gave her a wicked grin. “Not yet, but I sure do want to.”
When she caught the way Amy was drooling over Noah, Kathryn said, “Uh, wait, are we still talking about rafting?”
Amy laughed. “Nope.”
Kathryn turned her attention to Noah, her glance moving over his body, which looked mighty fine in that wetsuit. They both stood there in mute silence as they watched him secure the boat on shore. He unzipped the wetsuit, pulling it from his shoulders to expose a very tight, very hard body, one with a tombstone cross with a J in the center on his left arm.
Amy groaned. “God he’s so hot.”
“Yes, he certainly is,” Kathryn murmured, but then instantly straightened her shoulders. “I mean, yes, but he’s not my type.”
Amy rolled her eyes. “Come on, Kathryn, he’s every girl’s type.”
And that was exactly why mooning over him was a waste of time. A hot guy like him would never look twice at a bookworm virgin like her. Kathryn shrugged off the comment, but try as she might, she couldn’t tear her gaze away from him. It was like coming upon a bad car accident and being compelled to stop and view the wreckage.
Her gaze lingered over his split lip and then left his face to admire his abs. She suddenly wondered what it would be like to touch them.
“Time to head back,” Amy said with a sigh, pulling Kathryn’s thoughts back.
“Right,” she said, shaking her head to clear it. Good God, what was wrong with her? She wasn’t into guys like No
ah. Heck, she wasn’t into guys at all. She could almost hear her father’s voice. Boyfriends get in the way, relationships distract from your greater purpose.
Even when it did come time for her to bring a member of the opposite sex home, it certainly wouldn’t be someone like Noah, a boy who had trouble written all over him—one her new boss had not so subtly warned her to stay away from. Then again, she’d probably never get the chance to bring a boy home. No, her father probably already had a boring accountant from his firm picked out for her.
A boring guy to go with her boring life.
For the rest of her boring life.
Perfect, just perfect.
* * *
Noah braced his hands above the doorjamb and looked at Jared as he pushed papers across his desk. “I guess I owe you a thank you.”
Jared met his glance and said, “You don’t owe me anything.”
“Yeah, well, Donald would have fired my sorry ass if it weren’t for you.”
He pointed to his eye. “And I would have been floating at the bottom of the river if it weren’t for you.”
Noah plunked himself down on the seat opposite Jared. “Okay, so enough of this pussy shit. Are you hitting the Cave tonight, or what?” He rubbed his hands. “It’s initiating night. Time to give the summer staff a nice warm welcome to Stone Cliff.”
Jared grimaced like he was reliving his own dunk in the lake. “You mean a cold welcome.”
“So you’re going then?”
“That depends.”
“On what?”
“Are you going to be there?”
“Yeah, why?”
Instead of answering, Jared said, “Come on, let’s go eat. I’m starved.”
Noah’s stomach growled, a reminder that he hadn’t eaten since rafting down Canyon Run earlier that afternoon. He smirked and said, “Yeah, I can see how you’ve worked up an appetite, pushing the pile of paper around, and all.”
