by C. M. Owens
There’s another sharp knock, and it sounds like the number of voices are steadily growing.
“What kind of grown ass man brings desserts to a girl that his momma made? You guys are making us all look bad! You should have made them yourselves!”
“At least ours will be edible!”
I slip in under the covers and pull them up to my neck, and after hearing another argument break out, I start to pull them over my head. However, I hear a loud cat roar, high pitch screams, and several cars taking off.
“Thank you, Cougar,” I groan as I throw the covers back and get up again.
That’s one pussy that can clear a room damn fast.
I wait until the last of them are gone before I open the door to find eight dishes filled to the brim with different foods. There’s also a bouquet of fake flowers.
This is insanity.
After bringing them all in, I spend the next hour keeping myself busy. Cougar, for whatever reason, turned my porch into her naptime bed over thirty minutes ago.
I’m trapped inside. Even if I wanted to go out, I’d be scared of running into a man who suddenly had an interest in me. This town doesn’t do things in moderation—it’s all or nothing around here.
I go to pick up the first book in Gran’s series, wondering if I should reread it now that I know her inspiration was—
The sound of a snowmobile draws my attention.
Racing to the window, I look out as Cougar stretches with her ass in the air, her attention trained on Kai as he pulls his ski mask off and heads this way.
His beard is shorter than it was earlier—more neatly trimmed. His hair has grown out some, giving it a wispy look.
Kai grins at me through the window like he didn’t speed away from me earlier today. Confused all to hell, I go to swing the door open just as he steps onto the porch.
“Why did you blow me off and embarrass the hell out of me?” I ask him, crossing my arms over my chest as I stare at him expectantly.
I think my foot is tapping.
He shrugs a shoulder.
“Fourteen guys. One cabin. No shower. Five days. A lot of hunting,” he explains.
My foot stops tapping, and my lips form an O.
It’s as though my anger and embarrassment flees.
“If it helps, I abandoned my Jeep, caught a ride with someone else, and left my brothers with the task of getting it and my meat squared away so I could shower and come see you,” he adds.
My knees turn wobbly.
I really want to kiss him now.
Why don’t you bake me some brownies and find out? That’s what he said to me once, and it almost sounded like a flirty dare.
I move out of the way, and he steps in, never touching me. I go to the counter where all the desserts are, and I tap my chin, looking for the brownies.
“How was the trip?”
“Fourteen guys. No shower. Five days. How do you think it was?” he asks dryly. “The best part was the avalanche,” he adds too casually.
Surely that’s an attempt at dark humor and there wasn’t really an avalanche.
Spotting the brownies, I grab the pan, turn to face him, and find him watching me like he’s curious.
I expect him to go all crazy hungry man when he sees them, but his eyebrow quirks up.
“Here. You can have these as a Welcome Back present,” I tell him, starting to feel stupid about giving him a gift a random guy’s mother made for me.
They didn’t have a problem eating food from others thou—
My inner ramble cuts out when his eyes lift from the brownies and level mine with an intense stare that I feel down to my toes. He casually takes the brownie pan, eyes never leaving mine, and I hear it clang against the counter when he drops it there.
Before my mind can process what’s going on, one of his hands shoves in my hair, the other grabs me at the waist, and in the next instant, his lips crash to mine.
My entire body tries to go limp when I feel the warmth of his touch licking throughout me, causing that dull ache to turn into heated torture. The possessive grip, the hungry kiss that turns almost feral and unpracticed, as he desperately devours me like it’s all he’s wanted.
Now I know baked goods is the ultimate form of seduction around here, and I’m starting to understand why everyone brings desserts as a gift.
My arms go around his neck, dragging him impossibly closer, as he lifts me by my ass. When my legs wind around his waist, he starts carrying me toward the living room.
He drops to the couch, and even though I should keep this PG13, I still end up dragging his shirt up his body, feeling the hard lines of toned muscle against my touch as I do so.
He only breaks the kiss to let me toss his shirt aside, and then he’s back on me. I barely even notice his beard, aside from the occasional tickle of it. It’s soft, non-abrasive, and actually sort of a turn on.
Why is he so addicting?
Why do I feel like I can’t stop?
Why do I want to strip naked and have sex with him on my late Gran’s couch in front of the fireplace?
His arms come around me, as he deepens the kiss, and my fingers tangle in his hair. I like it better a little longer. It suits him more, and I can hold onto it like this.
He groans into my mouth, his hands exploring my body in all the safe zones, teasing me when his thumb barely brushes the underside of my bra enough for me to feel it. A tremor racks up my spine, and I feel teased again when his hand slides up my thigh but stops just shy of where I want him.
I don’t care if it’s stupid.
I don’t care if it’s just a vacation fling.
I don’t care if I’ll regret this later on in life.
The only thing I care about is right now and what I want in this moment.
He kisses me harder when I start undoing the buttons of his jeans, wishing they had a zipper. Abruptly, he stands with me still strapped around his waist, and he carries me to the bedroom like I’ve given him all the signs he needs to progress this from make-out session to full-on fun times.
Nervousness creeps in, along with a hint of insecurity, because I’ve never done this so abruptly. I’ve also never been so desperate for a guy to touch me, and I’ve prided myself on that for a really long time.
It made me feel more evolved.
I’m actually a pretty base creature, as it turns out, because I have one thought on my mind.
My back hits the bed, and I almost scream when he breaks the kiss. Until I realize he’s only doing it to drop the pants I was attempting to remove from him.
My eyes rake over the naturally tan flesh, abs, and all that skin.
When my gaze flicks up to his to find his eyes hooded and his lips parted as he simply stares at me like he’s never wanted anything more…I rip my shirt over my head like I’m the most shameless girl in the world.
He comes back down on top of me in an instant, and his lips seek my neck. A startled breath escapes me, because I’ve never had my neck kissed like this and felt sparks of erotic pleasure toy with every sensory nerve in my body.
My hips arch into him, searching for friction, as he settles himself between my legs. My fingers once again tangle in that soft hair when he kisses his way down to my chest, his fingertips brushing the top swell of my right breast as he teases me.
He shoves the cup down, and my breast springs free. His mouth fuses to my nipple in the next instant without warning.
My thighs clench around his waist, a slightly garbled sound escapes me, and my grip tightens on his hair—all of it a response to one simple touch.
He frees my other breast the same way, and he turns to lavish it with the same attention, which only has me desperately grinding myself against him.
He groans against my nipple, and the vibrations only add to the many overwhelming sensations that are stacking up to drive me crazy.
He starts tugging down my pants, dragging my panties with them, and I lift my hips to make it as easy as possible for
him to hurry up and get me naked.
All the while, he keeps moving from one nipple to the other until I can’t take it anymore. He comes willingly when I use my hold on his hair to lift his head. Our lips collide again, only this time he seems even more desperate, and I kick out of my pants in true awkward fashion, doing all I can not to make him lift off of me.
“You’re on birth control, right?” he asks against my lips.
I nod. “You still need a condom,” I murmur between our frantic kisses, my heart pounding so hard that the echo of it drums in my ears.
He manages to tear his mouth away from mine, in spite of my protests, long enough to snatch his jeans from the floor.
I’m naked, aside from my bra that has been shoved down and effectively keeps my breasts on display.
He pulls out his wallet, retrieves the condom, tears open the packet…all within a few seconds. I find it weird how long he inspects the condom.
“I can put it on if you don’t know how,” I suggest, needing him to hurry this along, because I’m not far away from begging, and I don’t really want to have to beg.
He grins over at me. “Just checking for holes.”
I…don’t know what to say to that.
He starts rolling it on, and my eyes drop to his cock for the first time.
It’s not a monster dick, but it’s definitely a good size to work with. I’m even more excited now.
His boxers get shoved all the way down, and he steps out of them as he finishes putting the condom on. I watch as he climbs back over my body, lifting one of my legs to drag it over his hip.
His eyes find mine again, and the intensity of him staring directly at me as the tip brushes against me is enough to make my thighs clench again. A whimper escapes me.
I don’t whimper.
Why am I whimpering?
This is too much.
I want him too much. It can’t be good to need a guy like—
My thoughts are silenced when he starts pushing in, and I hiss out a breath as tortured relief starts to swell inside me with each inch of access he gains.
It’s a slow, savoring entry, and his eyes never leave mine. When he’s almost all the way inside me, his hips shoot forward, and his eyes flutter shut as some sweet, tortured, delicious sound leaves him.
I’ll never forget that sound for as long as I live. It’s effectively etched into my memory, and it’ll probably resurface to remind me of this feeling for the rest of my life and become the new measure of expectations for all men.
I can’t think about this ending right now. I want to enjoy it—
He pulls back and thrusts in harder this time, and I make a sound that he clearly enjoys, because his lips seek mine again. He swallows my follow-up sound with the rock of his hips.
As if he wants to savor every second of it, he takes his time with me, driving me crazy with each slow drive of his hips. It’s not the desperate frenzy anymore, but there’s still an unadulterated sense of hungry need.
He kisses me until we’re both struggling for air and forced to break apart just to gasp in enough to please our neglected lungs. His lips travel down my neck, and my nails dig into his back, as his pace steadily starts to gain more speed.
I move just right, working toward my own climax, as he chases his and tries to give me my own. Our bodies slide together like they’ve done it thousands of times and have been fully acquainted for much longer.
The build-up of sensation all comes to a head abruptly, and a strangled sound escapes me when it finally crests, shattering me as it erupts across my core and spreads through me like cold fire.
Kai practically growls as his movements start to grow more frantic, my own orgasm seeming to fuel his need. His grip tightens on me, his hips stagger, and a breathy, guttural sound escapes him as he stills inside me at the deepest point.
He buries his face against my neck, breathing heavily, as my entire body goes limp.
Lazily, my hands smooth up his back, enjoying the feel of him, as he continues to stay silently panting for air.
I hate silence after sex. I always blurt out something I regret, so I work hard just to endure the silence.
Until he starts kissing my neck so sweetly, his lips gingerly grazing my cheek on their way to meet mine again. The second our lips brush, there’s a loud knock at the door.
“Fucking go away,” he shouts as he lifts his head.
Something crashes to the ground, and in the next instant, I hear an engine revving loudly as someone hurries away. Smiling to myself, I bask in this moment.
His head turns, his eyes find mine, and he wiggles his eyebrows at me as his own grin grows.
“I just a need some recovery time and food, and we can do that again,” he tells me, lips brushing mine as he lifts off me.
I grab the sheet and pull it against me, watching his ass muscles flex as he shamelessly walks to the bathroom.
Dropping back on the bed, I squeal into a pillow, my smile spreading so wide it hurts.
I can’t remember feeling this happy after sex, and I can’t stop smiling.
It’s probably not good to like a fling so much.
Wild Ones Tip #786
We only shock people when we say something intelligent. We surprise ourselves too.
Chapter 14
PIPER
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“Why aren’t you having to wear one of these?” I hiss at Reese, who is snapping a thousand pictures of me in an oversized dinosaur costume.
I slip and fall for the fifth time, because these ice shoes don’t have the grip I was expecting. Fortunately, the padded dino suit absorbs most of the impact. Even more fortunate is the fact the shallow water here means the ice is frozen solid.
Reese’s endless laughter turns into evil cackles as she snaps even more pictures.
“Stop that!” I gripe, struggling to figure out how to get up.
I’ve yet to be able to stand back up on my own.
“I can’t help it. I’ve never seen you look so ridiculous,” she manages to get out between dry heaves, tears pouring from her eyes.
I glare at her, but she can’t see it, because the dino’s neck is covering my face. I can see out fairly decent, but it’s hard to see in.
“Her arm’s broken, and I don’t want her getting more hurt than she already is,” Hale says as he glides across the ice in his dino suit like he was born for this role.
Unlike me.
This is humiliating.
The other dino who glides to my side is Kai. I can tell by the green. He’s the only green dino out here.
I hear him chuckling under his breath, as the two of them help me to my feet once again.
“What’s the purpose of this, Vincent? I can’t spend all day in this damn thing. It smells like dirty feet in here!” George Malone calls out from…one of the many dino suits.
“We’re going to break the internet,” Hale calls back. “It’s for my YouTube channel. I need more subscribers to get more games.”
Reese only laughs that much harder when I dance on the ice in an attempt to stop myself from falling.
Kai’s dino arms come around me from behind, steadying me. At least I hope it’s him. It’s hard to tell from this angle because I can’t see all that well.
“Dino porn may be in style right now, but you two better not go at it until your Ma is off the ice,” George shouts, pointing a golf club at us as though it’s a weapon.
I never know what to say when they say things like that.
Some of the dinosaurs are wrestling. Some are ice skating. Some are having snowball fights…
It’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever seen, and I can’t stop myself from laughing when Kai’s green dino takes off and tackles another one at the waist. There’s just something funny about watching overgrown stuffed animals do mundane, ordinary things.
“These suits are all over the internet,” Hale goes on.
“Vick will skin us alive if he catches all of us together.
We’ve been together too much lately. Let’s get this over with,” George gripes.
Greta Wilder, Kai’s mom, glides on the ice in her pink dino suit like she’s the queen of ice. Life isn’t fair.
My ice shoes aren’t doing me any favors as I try to carefully maneuver my way to the hockey goal I’m supposed to be guarding.
“So this is what it’s like to date Wild Ones?” Reese asks from the safety of the sidelines, as she prepares to do the easy part of filming it, instead of partaking.
Music starts blaring as if cued—the theme song of this rowdy bunch.
Krysta Nickel has a microphone and a loud speaker she’s singing into through her dino costume, as she dances as though it’s an easy task dressed like this on ice.
Meanwhile, I guard my goal, while everyone else does their random things.
“All right! Let’s do this!” Hale shouts. “Roll tape!”
“Fore!” George shouts, not wasting any time.
“Duck!” everyone else shouts.
I turn just in time to see a golf ball nail Hale Vincent in the back, and he goes skidding across the ice.
Reese works hard to muffle her laughter as she keeps the camera steady, and I turn back around just as Kai skates toward me quickly, handling the hockey stick and puck from the dino suit as though he’s done it his entire life.
My eyes widen when he suddenly rears back with the stick and hits the puck way harder than I was expecting. A shrill scream leaves me as it hits the padding on my stomach enough to startle the breath out of me.
The impact doesn’t hurt at all, but it’s so jarring and unexpected that I double over on reflex and crash to the ground.
I end up tangled up in the goal that falls over on me, and I can hear Reese laughing in spite of her effort not to.
“Shit! Sorry!” Kai shouts as he slides to my side, but I’m already laughing too hard by this point to have the strength to even try to stand up.
He ends up slipping and falling on top of me, and the breath actually gets knocked out of me this time.
“Son of a bitch. Sorry. Sorry,” he says as he struggles to get up, making it all the more absurd.
