by Jane Jamison
“What’s your name?”
“What?”
His abrupt change in the conversation had thrown her. “I asked you your name. After all we’ve been through, don’t you think we should know each other’s names?”
“Sure. I need to know who to tell the police to lock up.”
He laughed then pushed his leg harder against her crotch. She inhaled again, and, for a moment, he thought she might wrap her legs around his waist. He was disappointed when she didn’t. “I’m Rosh McClain. And you?”
She blinked then whispered the name he’d longed to hear since finding her unconscious by his side. “Shay. Shay Mathews. Now get off me.”
“Shay. I like it. It fits you.”
“I’m so glad you approve.”
Her sarcasm was as enchanting as her wit. “You’ve slept for two days, but I see it hasn’t improved your disposition.”
“Two days? No. That can’t be.” She struggled against him then gave up.
“You took a good knock on the head. But don’t worry. You’ve already healed.” He widened his smile then lowered to kiss the sweet swell of her breast. “Not that your wound stopped you for long.”
Was it his imagination, or was she taking deeper breaths? He slid his tongue from one breast to the other. His body hummed with need as he searched her eyes and found the answer he’d hoped for. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.
“Look, Mr. McClain—”
“Shh. And the name’s Rosh.”
“Rosh, you’ve got to take me back to my car.”
“I’ll think about it. If you’re a good girl.”
He could see that she recognized a line when she heard one.
He turned her wrists loose and caressed her cheek before taking her by the chin. “Show me how good you can be, Shay.”
He kissed her then, giving into the sexual tug that had fired to life when he’d plopped her on the ground and pulled off her clothes. He’d hated that she’d reacted as though he was going to rape her, but he hadn’t had the time to explain. The only way into The Hidden was through the water and only during specific time periods, including when they’d arrived at the top of the waterfall. If she’d jumped with her clothes on, the weight of the water soaking into her clothes would’ve dragged her to the bottom.
But that no longer mattered. He’d explain in time. All that mattered now was the softness of her lips. Her mouth opened to his like a rose opening to a new day, and he slipped his hand under the hem of her dress. His hand skimmed over her smooth skin, moving upward to take her breast even as he relished the sensation of her body pressed close to his.
He gently slipped his tongue into her mouth and waited for her reaction, letting her take the lead since he’d had to force her to go with him into The Hidden. He’d done it for her, but he doubted she’d see it that way. At least, not at first.
To his joy, she answered his kiss with a touch of her tongue to his, then a hard suck as she dragged his inside her mouth. Rosh groaned, forcing back his inner wolf, who howled to be set free and claim her. If he hadn’t already realized how much he wanted her, his other half told him so now. He rolled to his side, holding her firmly as he tracked his fingers into her long, silky mane. It was as soft as he’d dreamed it would be for the past two nights.
The dreams had tormented him, keeping him and his cousin, Renkon, away from their small home to sleep on the ground beside the hut. When she’d moaned in her fitful sleep, he and Renkon had taken turns, argued for turns, in fact, to soothe her fevered brow with a cool cloth. The women, among them Kira’s mother, Myla, had bathed her, but he wouldn’t let them take over her care. Although it wasn’t a man’s place to tend to a woman, he and Renkon had stood against tradition.
He stroked her hair, breaking the kiss so he could search her face. Her eyes were lidded, the muscles of her face relaxed as she gave herself over to him. How had he not recognized her from the very start? To think that he might’ve never met her had he not played with Kira churned in his gut. But it was the thought of what had driven her from the road that made his blood run cold.
He forced the worry away for later. For now, he would relish his time with her.
“Rosh?”
“Yes, Shay?”
She started to speak her mind then stopped. “Nothing.”
“No. This is definitely something.” He brought his mouth to hers, plundering her mouth with a barely restrained fervor. Lying with her, without even taking her yet, had changed sex for him forever. He had a feeling that she’d changed him forever.
She pushed against his chest and made him lean away from her. “I don’t know you.”
“You will. If I have anything to say about it, you will.” He’d meant what he’d said, but the cautious side of him shouted for him to stop promising her more than that very moment together. But he’d think about that tomorrow.
He tugged the top of her dress lower, caught a nipple between his teeth, and reenacted part of his dream. She groaned and bowed her back, thrusting her breasts toward him. The simple act almost made him come, but when she lifted her leg, moving her dress higher on her thigh then placing her leg on top of his, he was sure he wouldn’t last much longer. He flicked his tongue between her breasts, tugging at first one then the other nipple.
He pulled the hem higher and cupped her bare mons. As most of the women in The Hidden did, she wore no underwear. If he could stand it, he would give her pleasure first. If he didn’t, he was afraid that once he sank his cock deep inside her pussy, he’d lose all control and fuck her like a wild animal.
He slipped two fingers between her folds and found her pussy, hot and wet, ready for him. His palm lay against the soft curls, and he swore before long he’d bury his nose between her legs and drink in her scent as well as her flavor.
A vision of Renkon sucking on her breasts as he feasted on her pussy shuddered through him, but for now, he would take her without his cousin. Those in The Hidden coupled with more than one, usually three men to one woman, and, although he’d have no problem sharing her with his cousin, he wasn’t as sure about another man. Could he stand someone other than Renkon tugging on her nipple? Would he enjoy seeing another man rut her from behind? Or would the jealous twinge inside him grow stronger? But he’d worry about that tomorrow, too.
Her clit pulsed against his fingers as he began to massage the sensitive area. She lay back and spread her legs wider, and he followed her without turning her pussy loose. Rubbing her clit in alternating hard then soft circles, he watched as she tugged the top of her dress under her breasts. The material supported her full tits, making them seem even larger and plumper.
“Finger-fuck me.” She clutched her breasts, mimicking his circular motions with her thumbs on her nipples.
He shoved a finger into her pussy, and her mouth fell open in a silent cry. She was so damn beautiful, radiant in the throes of sex. Her pussy walls clamped around his finger, giving him a preview of how fucking wonderful she’d feel once he replaced his finger with his cock.
“Harder. More.”
He added another finger and rammed them inside as hard as he could. His palm slapped against the skin between her cunt and her butt hole. She lifted her head then laid it back and threw it side to side as her body shuddered under his touch. Warmth flooded over his hand as she bucked, trying to get away as her climax tore through her.
He moved between her legs, shoving his jeans down to his ankles. Lifting her legs so she could wrap them around his waist, he positioned his cock to tease the opening of her pussy. Unable to hold back a moment more, he plunged into her, sinking his cock into her sweet, hot core. He grabbed her ass cheeks, sinking his fingers into her skin. She cried out, but he could no more stop fucking her than he could’ve stopped the moon from rising.
He sank into her, harder, faster, needing her more than ever. Her soft uhs turned him on even more, and, impossibly, he felt his shaft grow bigger. She was a mesmerizing temptress, and he was her willing ser
vant.
If he could’ve stopped, could’ve found a way to slow down, he would have. But as it was, he needed her too much.
She lifted onto her elbows and thrust her pelvis forward, giving him everything he gave her and more. Growling, he fell onto his back, taking her with him. Unlike most of his kind, he didn’t think having the woman on top meant he wasn’t the dominant one. It simply meant he could sink his cock even deeper inside her.
She took the shirt he had worn just for her and, to his surprise and delight, tore it open. She took hold of his pecs as he did her breasts. Her long hair drifted over her breasts that were still held by her dress, giving him an erotic show.
He pounded into her, getting her to make the mewling sounds again. She rode him, bucking on top of him like a sexy rider determined not to get bucked off. Her ass met his flesh to make a satisfying sucking noise.
The orgasm that he’d managed to hold back would no longer be denied. His balls drew up and his seed rolled toward the finish. He held on to her tighter and rammed against her as hard as he could, his panting sounds mixing with hers. With a growl that turned into a groan, he let loose, shooting his cum into her pussy. His body shuddered, jerking out the remainder of his cum.
She stayed on top of him, her hair draped over her chest, her mouth parted and her eyes softened with desire. Slowly, his cock softened, and she slumped forward to put her head against his chest. Turning on his side again, he rested her on her back and smiled as she cuddled against him.
She traced patterns on his chest as he turned to place a kiss on her forehead. “You know this doesn’t change anything.”
He pulled back to look at her. “What are you talking about?”
“I’m still getting out of here. With or without your help.”
Rosh sat up, pushing her to the side then tugging his jeans up and his shirt together. “Like hell you are. You’re staying put until I say you can leave.”
She sat up and pulled her dress to cover her body. Her eyes flashed with anger as she poked a finger against his chest.
“Look, Tarzan. Nobody tells me what to do. I’ve already overlooked your earlier caveman routine, tossing me over your shoulder and all, but you’ve pushed my patience as far as it’s going to go.”
Even now she made his cock twitch with need. But he had to make sure she stayed where she was. “You will or else.”
He was stunned when she laughed at him. “Or else what?”
Reaching behind him, he stuck his hand into a large basket that contained several items and drew out a long piece of rope. “Or else I’ll have to tie you up.”
Her mouth dropped open. “You’re not serious.”
“Believe me, I am.” He hated having to force her, but she didn’t realize the danger she’d face if she left without him. And he couldn’t take her back yet. The Time of Leaving hadn’t come yet. “I don’t want to, but I will for your own good.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
She was a spitfire, and he loved it. But he had to keep her safe. He had to explain things to her. “I’m not trying to order you around—”
Her arched eyebrow challenged his statement.
“Okay, so maybe I am, but I’m not doing it for my benefit. I don’t want to see you hurt. Haven’t I proven that already by bringing you here?”
“Oh, sure. Dragging me into the wilderness hundreds of miles away says you care better than a Hallmark card.”
“You’re not hundreds of miles away. And if I hadn’t taken you with me, you’d have been lucky to get back to town with all your toes and fingers intact.” The conversation was getting out of control, but he was damned if he could figure out how to get it back on track.
“Are you saying this is Montana? It was snowing at the bottom of the mountain as well as where I ditched my car.”
She thought he’d taken her out of the state. How else could she explain the difference in the weather? They’d left a snowbound area and wound up in a spring-like setting complete with greenery and warm weather.
“You’re going to find this hard to believe, but keep an open mind.”
“Rosh! Get out here.”
He turned toward the sound of Renkon’s shout. His cousin had always had lousy timing. He hated to leave things unresolved, but he had no time to tell her about The Hidden. “What’s it going to be, Shay? Are you staying on your own accord, or am I trussing you up?”
The desire she’d shown him earlier was gone, replaced by a cold fury. “Fine. For now, I’ll do as you say.”
“Good. I’ll send one of the other women to tend to you.” With that said, he stood and strode out of the tent.
* * * *
What the hell just happened?
Shay shivered, but it was a good feeling and not one coming from fear. She put her palm to her chest and felt her heart still pounding. As though she’d had no control, she’d opened her legs for the man who had taken her, and yet, she didn’t feel anything but a strange sense of joy.
Had she lost her common sense when she’d banged her head in the accident? She didn’t think so. Fact was, she didn’t even like the idea of thinking that could be the reason she’d given in so fast.
She bit her lower lip. What she’d done with Rosh would never have happened before she’d met him. She wouldn’t have lain with a man she’d met only hours—correction, two days—earlier. Especially a man who’d slung her over his back and abducted her. Granted, he may have saved her life, but the way he’d gone about it was out of line.
Then why did she get a thrill every time she thought about it? She’d always found macho men, men who took a woman when they wanted and how they wanted, sexy as hell. Providing it wasn’t rape, of course. But what they’d done was nowhere near a rape. She’d been a very willing participant and, even now, she couldn’t wait to do it again.
What was it about this guy that made her want to hold him, to cuddle against him, then ride him until she couldn’t sit up a moment longer?
Wow. I’ve lost it big time.
She pressed her fingers to her thoroughly kissed lips and felt the warmth of her cream between her legs.
If this is losing it, I hope I never find it again. But what now? Is it a one-time thing? A wilderness fuck and run?
She jutted out her chin. If it was, then so be it. But her bravado never reached her heart.
Concentrate on getting your ass home.
She’d gotten so involved in her feelings that she hadn’t noticed the conversation going on right outside the hut.
She pulled the tent flap back, too curious not to see who had called to him. The great buck was gone, but Rosh wasn’t with only one person. He stood with two other men, both as tall and as powerful as he was.
One of them was similar to Rosh in appearance with the same black hair and stubble running over his upper lip and covering his jaw. His hair was a bit shorter, but his shoulders were as wide and solid as Rosh’s. He was dressed in only jeans, leaving his magnificent upper torso bare and his feet without shoes. He spoke to Rosh, moving his hands to emphasize whatever he was saying.
Why does he look familiar? Have I met him before? She didn’t think so, but she was certain this wasn’t the first time she’d seen his face.
“You know we’re supposed to get approval from The Council before bringing a woman here.”
“Like I told you before. I didn’t have any other choice, Renkon.”
“Although I can’t say that I’m too upset. She’s different. I could see that even though she was asleep.”
So he’d seen her asleep, too? She should’ve felt afraid, but she didn’t. Instead, she found the idea of two gorgeous men watching over her hot as hell. Had the third man seen her, too?
He didn’t look like Rosh. Although he had dark hair and eyes, his wavy hair was kept short. He, too, wore the rugged stubble along his face, but his skin was darker, making her think he was of Hispanic descent. Slightly shorter than Rosh and Renkon, he stood with his arms crossed
over his shirtless chest and silently listened to the other two men speak. He, too, seemed familiar, like someone from a distant memory or a dream that she couldn’t recall.
When at last he spoke, his voice held the hint of an accent. “I saw her, too.”
Rosh turned on him, his voice growing louder, his tone one of command. “Let it go, Walker.”
Walker smiled, but it held no warmth. “That’s not our way, and you know it. You may have brought her here, but that doesn’t mean I can’t want her to choose me, too.”
Her eyes grew wide. What did he mean by that? Had she unknowingly already chosen Rosh? If so, for what? Did she want to choose anyone? Why did she get the sinking feeling that some hillbilly was about to show up with a shotgun?
“Bullshit.” Rosh took a step forward, his dare evident in his clenched fist.
“Calm down, man. He’s right. Besides, she’s the one who makes the final decision.”
“Listen to your cousin. He’s got it straight. Why don’t we ask her right now?” Yet Walker didn’t move.
“She doesn’t know anything yet, and she can’t make an informed decision until she does.”
Walker’s smile grew. “Then let’s tell her.”
“Not yet. She’s been through enough for now.”
She’d realized Rosh was holding back information. Crouching, she started to throw back the flap so she could storm out and demand answers. But Rosh’s next move stopped her cold.
He snarled and shoved Walker’s shoulder. Walker lurched toward him, but Renkon jumped in between them and held them apart. After a few moments of exchanging glares with Rosh, Walker turned on his heel and stalked away.
Rosh broke free of his cousin’s hold and stalked off in the opposite direction. Renkon rested his fists on his waist and shook his head. “Damn it, Rosh. Think with the head on your shoulders.”
She couldn’t help it. She had to giggle at Renkon’s remark. When she did, he swiveled in her direction. Startling blue eyes, so unlike Rosh’s dark ones, hooked onto her. She fell backward and let the flap fall closed.
