Chapter 5
Saturday 9.15am
Stella
From inside the abandoned hut, located close to the reserve’s lake, I’m scowling and trying not to look at the chunk of masculinity sitting five feet away from me.
If I had a list to check off on how I’m feeling right now, I’d have to check, angry, hungry, and as I open a pre-packaged sandwich I bought at the gas-station, horny.
That I’m even here in this shitty little shack with a man I’m not sure is taking me seriously, or not, is a testament to my inability to think clearly right about now.
Everything about him is throwing me off balance.
From the way he looks, the way he’s so at home with a rifle, to the way he’s sent my hormones into a tailspin.
Any chance I had at leaving with my dignity intact went the way of the dinosaurs when he stripped off his shirt to reveal an army issue tank top and a collection of muscles that make it impossible to concentrate.
The connection might be strong enough to carry out my scan, but it’s another kind of connection I’m currently fixed on.
And after spending three hours inside this hut, with nothing but a bed, and enough supplies to sustain us for a few days, I’m not entirely sure I can hold out much longer.
As if he knows I’m staring at the hard line of muscle on his back, he speaks for the first time in almost an hour. “Throw me one of those would you?”
Since we didn’t exactly agree on who’s food belonged to who, I relent and seal the plastic so I can toss it to him.
He barely looks as he catches it one-handed, never dropping his gaze from the binoculars.
While he opens the package, I bite into my own half, and alternate watching him and the screen as the scan runs its course.
Since it’s the last thing I need to do before I can take a break, I keep my eyes on the progress bar and breathe out a sigh as it finishes.
As I move, a twinge in my back lets me know I’ve been neglecting my yoga, and my posture.
I unroll my sleeping bag and toss it on the floor, so I can cushion my back a little.
I can’t exactly do yoga in my jeans, and I’m wearing boyleg briefs, so I strip off and hope he doesn’t look.
Given he’s not moved in an hour, I’m fairly certain I have a few minutes.
I position myself on my stomach and push upwards until I’m in an upward-facing dog pose.
I spend some time moving through poses until I finish with a downward-facing dog.
About three seconds into the pose, I hear Jagger’s voice, jarring me from the moment and making me realize he’s probably staring at my ass.
I stand quickly, breathing a little fast as his eyes travel the length of me.
The binoculars slide from his fingers and hit the floor. “What the fuck are you doing?”
I glare at him, but at the way his eyes are locked on my breasts, and traveling south, I know I’ve just leveled the playing field. “Yoga. I try to do it every day.”
He looks incredulous. “Did you have to do it naked?”
I frown at him and reach for my jeans. “That’s ridiculous. I needed to stretch and you asked me not to leave the hut until dark.”
He shakes his head and mumbles something before he turns back to the window and picks up the binoculars as if I’m a naughty child.
I shrug my jeans back on and tap him on the shoulder. “What was that?”
His shoulders tense, and I think he’s going to ignore me but he turns and scowls at me. “Whatever it is you think you’re doing, it’s not working.”
I feign ignorance and purposely puff my chest out. “I have no idea what you are talking about. I was exercising—”
He cuts me off with a growl and gets to his feet. “Really? And you do that with all your clients do you?”
I fold my arms over my chest. “You are not a client,” I remind him.
His eye twitches then something wicked flashes over his face. “You know, I could use a break, how about you watch the window, and I do some exercise?”
He doesn’t wait for me to reply, just shoves the binoculars into my hands and strips off his shirt.
An odd strangled noise escapes as he pushes past me and drops to the floor.
With an incredibly sexy wink, he starts doing push-ups sending my already racing heart into attack territory.
Oh. My. Fuuuuuuuuuuck.
Every muscle in his torso is flexed, and now it’s in motion, my brain suddenly seems to get together and simultaneously screaming at me to act.
He keeps his eyes on me as he pushes up, every movement revealing his strength, and sending waves of delight resounding through my body.
I know I stand no chance when he jumps to his feet and starts doing chin-ups off the beam hanging from the ceiling.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake. You win, okay, you win.”
He lands on his feet and dusts off his hands, a smirk on his face. “Oh yeah? And what do I win?”
I take a step closer and know I just reached the point of no return. “Me,” I breathe.
He doesn’t even blink, hooks a finger on the front of my t-shirt so he can pull me closer. “What makes you think I want you?”
I slide my hand to his cock and am more than a little amused to find it already stiff. “This is a dead giveaway, Rambo,” I say.
His eyes shift from my mine to my lips, and his voice comes out husky. “If we’re giving out nicknames, crazy bitch comes to mind,” he says.
I’m about done waiting for him to move, and I’m tired of waiting to see if he’s even capable of doing what I hope he can. “Your cock doesn’t seem to mind.”
A low grumble escapes from his throat as he looks me over. “If you’re messing with me, so help me God, woman—'
He doesn’t even finish his sentence, just presses his mouth to mine and kisses me.
His tongue merges with mine so skilfully a shudder travels the length of my body.
I moan, no longer sure I’m in control of this little experiment as he slides his hands to my ass.
Before I can move, he lifts me up, and walks me backward, kissing me so adeptly, it’s growing more and more unlikely he’s going to be inept in other departments.
He drops me down on the bed and lies on top of me, his hands traveling over my body making me desperate to remove my clothes.
Like he’s reading my mind, he pushes my t-shirt up and starts kissing my stomach and tugging down my jeans.
When he reaches the tattoo just poking out of my panties, he moans. “Fucking hell, is that an anarchy symbol? What else have you got hiding?”
He shakes his head and slides his hands under my hips and kisses every part of me until he has to stop to push my t-shirt over my breasts.
I wriggle back and manage to unhook my bra before he moans and starts caressing my breasts and licking my nipples until they’re hard as rocks and all I can think about is his tongue on my pussy.
When he kisses me again, I slide my hands down to his jeans and unbutton his jeans so I can hurry him up.
My fingers meet his cock, and I slowly stroke his shaft as his tongue seeks out mine.
I ease his jeans and boxers down and use my feet to push them past his ass. He has to angle himself, but our joint efforts get him naked, and me panting for him to please me in under five seconds.
He doesn’t even wait for me to ask, just tugs my jeans past my hips until I’m lying naked from the waist down.
He chuckles as he sees the tattoo of a skull with a snake I got a few years back. “When I’m done making you come, we’re discussing your ink.”
Without waiting for me to agree, he spreads my legs and starts kissing my inner thighs as he positions himself before I feel his tongue plunge into my pussy.
I arch my back as he licks me for a while, obviously enjoying the noises I’m making before he gets serious about fulfilling his obligations.
Delicate sensations ripple through my clit as he drives me closer and closer to an orgasm, I’m long overdue.
When I feel myself getting closer, I raise my shoulders off the bed so I can watch him working my pussy.
Our eyes lock and the pleasure I’m feeling is tripled at how much pleasure he’s taking.
His hands are gripping my hips as the climax begins to build. I grip his head and he responds by increasing the speed and pressure until I’m closing my eyes and throwing my head back.
I come with all the volume and gusto of a woman who’s spent too many nights wondering if men are just some cosmic joke.
I’m still recovering and enjoying the bliss of some seriously good oral action when he surprises me by sliding a finger inside my now extremely wet pussy.
I groan as he pushes two fingers inside me and returns to licking me until I’m bucking and cursing him out as another orgasm has me screaming the cabin down.
I’m so turned on I’m no longer in doubt about men’s place in the universe, but desperate for him to prove me wrong in other ways.
I wriggle back, and launch myself at him, ramming my tongue in his mouth and kissing him before he grabs me by the hips and spins me around, so my ass is facing him.
In one slick move, he slides his cock inside me, his groaning competing with mine as he starts to rut me.
Skin slapping against skin, he fucks me so hard and so deep I’m coming again in seconds.
Pleasure rushes from my clit, spreading like wildfire as the bedsprings squeak and the bed groans from the aggression.
I know he’s going to come when his grip gets even firmer on my hips, and I can hear him cursing under his breath.
He comes in a roar, leaving me breathless, shaking, and completely and thoroughly satiated.
When he’s withdrawn, and I’ve rolled on my back, he flops beside me and runs a hand over his face. “Well, shit,” he mumbles.
***
Jagger
I’m lying on the bed, running my finger over the curve of her hip and still trying to figure out what happened.
She’s messing with me, I know it, and it’s more than a little disturbing that I’m letting her.
And while I’d like nothing better to lie around, her job might be near done, but mine isn’t.
I pull myself to sitting and reach for my boxers. “Probably shouldn’t do that again,” I say.
She looks amused as she watches me shrug my clothes back on. “Are you saying you don’t want to do it again?”
I shake my head and smirk at her as I amble back to the window. I pick up my binoculars and check the laptop beside me with the trigger senses I’ve activated.
“I’m saying I still have a job to complete, and that job didn’t include fucking you,” I say.
She laughs. “Neither did mine. Consider it a bonus.”
With a chuckle I look out the window so I can check to see which way the clouds are blowing.
When I note they’re grey edged and moving towards us, I know the rain that I’d hoped would blow past us is likely to hit, making it even harder to sit here and watch out the window and the cameras.
I roll my shoulders out and rub at a knot I’ve gotten from sitting here so much. I keep watching, not speaking to Stella for a while as she sits back at the table.
I can hear her tapping away, doing techy stuff I don’t understand and don’t want to until I see the first spots of rain start to fall.
With a growl, I rub my eyes and look at the screen to see how much visibility is going to be affected.
It’s getting darker by the second, and if the rain gets as heavy as predicted, I won’t be able to see shit.
That means I’m going to need to put my wet weather gear on and go wait outside. “Fuck,” I spit.
Stella gets to her feet and leans her hip against the wall as she looks out the window. “You won’t be able to see as much?”
I shake my head. “I won’t be able to see anything. None of the cameras are under cover. I’ll have to pick a spot near here and stay there until he shows up.”
Her eyebrow arches. “Or, I could borrow a satellite or two and you could stay here.”
I choke out a cough. “Define borrow?”
She shrugs, making her tits jiggle, letting me know she didn’t bother to put her bra back on. “I’d just be piggy-backing on their server. They won’t even know we’re using it. I could also give us better cell coverage. Temporarily anyway.”
My cock tingles as my eyes drift to where her nipples are visible through her t-shirt. “Which makes it illegal.”
A smile creases her lips, and I know I’m going to agree when she leans down and kisses me. “Only a little bit. And I won’t tell if you don’t.”
I frown, but my hands are already sliding around her waist and pulling her onto my lap. “You’re dangerous,” I murmur.
She smiles and laces her fingers behind my neck. “Only to people I don’t like.”
I chuckle and slide my hands under her shirt. “And I’ve made that list, have I?”
Her eyes narrow and she leans forward, her eyes locked on my lips. “I haven’t decided yet.”
I tug her forward and smile. “Guess I need to try harder then.”
Her lips tug into a smile before she climbs off me and sinks to her knees.
I eye her as she tugs at my fly and I have to shift my ass so she can take them off me again.
She yanks them down past my knees and tosses them away before kneeling in front of me.
I slide my fingers into her hair as she takes my cock into her mouth and slides down my shaft.
I groan as I feel her tongue glide over my tip and feel her fingernails on my balls.
Shivers of pleasure travel down my cock, spreading through my body as she keeps working my cock with her mouth.
She keeps licking and sucking until I’m no longer sure which way is up and which way is down.
And I don’t give a shit about anything other than the hot brunette I’ve been picturing on her knees with my cock in her mouth since the minute I met her.
I let her suck and lick until all I can think about is fucking her again. Hard.
Breathing coming in rapid spurts I push her back, and near growl the words.
“Bed, now. I want that sweet pussy in my face.”
Rather than fight me, she strips off her shirt, and backs up, a naughty look on her face. “I want to film it.”
My eyebrows shoot upward as she reaches inside her backpack and pulls out a phone. “Why?”
She lies down on the bed, phone in hand before she answers. “So, I can watch it when I need some inspiration when I’m home again, dumbass.”
When she beckons to me, my already hard cock starts to leak jizz. “Do it now.”
Her eyes narrow, but she just slowly slides her hand down her body until she reaches her pussy.
I think she’s just teasing me, but she spreads her legs and looks me in the eye as she places a finger on her clit and starts to rub.
“You like this?” she asks.
I’m so fucking turned on, I don’t even think I reply, I just watch like she’s giving me my own private sex show.
“Put your finger inside,” I growl.
She does what I say, and when I hear moisture. I quit messing around, and join her on the bed.
I kiss her, shoving my tongue in her mouth, not caring if I’m crushing her, not caring about anything but making her scream again.
Hands caressing her breasts, I work my way down her body until I’m at the v of her thighs and she’s opening them for me again.
When she shifts her phone so she can record me, I wink at the camera and resume licking her wet pussy.
She’s so horny, I have her writhing in seconds, and snatching handfuls of hair as she gets close to another come.
I grab her hips and French kiss her pussy until she’s arching her back and closing her eyes as she damn near rips my hair from my head.
I let her finish before I grab the phone from her hands and hold it up. “Get on your knees.”
She scrambles to do what I say, nipples hard as rocks, and looking wild and sexy as fuck as she spins around.
I hold the camera up, making sure I get a good vantage point as I slide my cock into her again.
She feels so good, I nearly lose my grip on the camera. I slide my cock in and out, listening to the rain compete with her sex noises, and pound her until I can feel her pussy tightening around my cock.
She sucks in a breath then starts to alternate between praising me and cursing me out. “You’re such a good fuck, so, good. You bastard, you, oh shit, I’m coming again,” she pants.
I flip the phone around and balance it on her ass as my own orgasm starts to shudder its way through my body.
White-hot pleasure rushes through my body sending black spots darting in front of my eyes as the phone slips from my fingers and crashes to the floor.
I think she’s going to be pissed off but she just laughs. “Good thing I have a case for it,” she says.
I shake my head, more at myself than her. “We have got to stop doing that,” I say.
***
Stella
Saturday 4.56pm
By the time I’ve set the satellite up, it’s getting dark, and I’m starving, not to mention in dire need of a shower.
Jagger is busy fussing with the picture and texting someone, probably his friend Matt, so I use the opportunity to make sure our little porno is safely stored on the cloud and delete it off my burner phone I use on occasions not usually as dirty as this.
It was hotter than hell and knowing I can watch him go down on me when this dirty weekend comes to an end, almost makes up for knowing I won’t have his services for much longer.
I open my pack, and dig around, looking for the tablet I brought with me. If Jagger needs to be mobile, he can still watch the entrance now that I have satellite access.
I configure it, making sure the security protocols are enabled and get off the chair to hand it to him. “If you need to go anywhere you can take this,” I say.
He looks at the tablet and nods. “Thanks. I was planning on taking a walk around the perimeter soon.”
I step back so he can get to his feet and find myself staring at him a little too long when he stretches out his back.
My lust should be diminishing by now, he’s incredible in bed, technically I should be entirely satiated, but it seems to be increasing like a void I can’t seem to fill.
I’ve never been one to confuse flings with reality, but this is the closest thing to a fantasy I’ve ever lived.
Not only is he impossibly sexy to look at he’s capable of pushing all my buttons in bed too.
As he looks at the tablet and examines my handiwork, I try to figure out what’s wrong with him.
No man is perfect, and he’s bound to have multiple skeletons in his closet just begging for me to haul out.
If he could be a permanent fixture in my life back in Washington, that’s exactly what I’d be doing right about now. Putting him through my own intensive background check.
But he’s not permanent. As soon as this job is done, he’ll be back on a plane and back in Africa never to be seen again.
He looks up and frowns. “What?”
I shake my head. “Nothing.”
But he doesn’t drop it, he tilts his head and smirks. “I know that look. It’s a ‘do we have a future’ look.”
I smirk back at him, unwilling to let him see I was thinking about a possible future. “I know we don’t have a future. That’s not what I was thinking about. I was thinking about when I can take a shower,” I say.
He looks less than convinced, but he slowly nods. “Could go to the lake. I can watch from the bank, and if this gizmo works still be able to keep an eye on you and the entrance.”
My skin starts to tingle at the thought of swimming in the rain. But more than that, I’m thinking about him swimming in the rain with me.
A smile plucks at my lips. “I love skinny dipping,” I say.
A dangerous look flashes across his face. “Sure you didn’t come here to distract me? Ken is convinced you’re a spy.”
I wrinkle my nose. “Not my fault if you can’t multitask.”
His eyes travel the length of me. “You don’t want me to multitask. You want me to focus solely on you.”
I shrug even though it’s true. “Well, you’ll have to multitask if I go for a swim. I don’t mind getting wet, but I do mind getting mauled by a bear.”
He chuckles. “You definitely don’t mind getting wet.”
I smirk at him even though I’m now thinking about how much I want to get wet again, preferably soon.
But I’m also thinking about the fact I’ve still got a lot of work to do, and Jagger is also distracting me.
“Let’s go. I’ll be quick we can eat when we get back.”
His lip curls and his gaze shifts to my crotch. “Yeah, we will eat when we get back.”
My stomach backflips and a shiver travels straight to my clit.
Despite my interest in repeating this as much as possible, guilt is edging its way in making me antsy.
“As much as I’d like that, maybe we should cool it? Just until we catch this guy?”
He eyes me for a few seconds, the smirk sliding from his face. “Probably a good idea.”
I nod and look at the towel he’s been using hanging on the back of a chair. “Can I borrow that?”
He looks me over before he hands it to me. “Didn’t plan to go swimming while you were here?”
I take the towel and smile at him. “I didn’t plan on doing half the things I’ve done since I met you.”
He laughs and reaches down to grab something out of his own pack.
At the gun in his hands, my stomach sends me a timely reminder we are both compromising our integrity by doing this.
I’m not usually led by guilt, but I am led by common sense, and as he jams it down the back of his jeans, and shrugs on his boots, I’m now aware I may have more to lose than he does if we get caught.
I sit on the bed, trying to figure out if I really can work alongside him as I slip my own shoes back on.
This could end up either an amicable parting of ways, or it could end up yet another mess I’ll have to clear up.
Since he’s not ready to leave, and it’s not quite dark enough to, I check my personal phone for the first time since arriving.
I wince at the astonishing number of texts and missed calls, all from Chad.
“Oh, terrific,” I mutter as I read the first three.
Jagger’s voice jars me more for the concern I hear than anything else. “Something wrong?”
I shake my head and wince as Chad threatens me with everything from calling the police to showing up at my house.
“Nothing I can’t handle,” I say.
I move to put the phone away but Jagger grabs my wrist. “How many phones do you have?”
I frown at him and try to wriggle out of his grip, but he just takes the phone and starts reading.
When I stand and try to grab it back, he backs up and keeps reading. “Wow, you really did a number on this Chad dickhead, huh?”
I scowl at him. “I barely know the guy.”
His brow furrows, and the amusement slides as he reads. “He seems to know you. And this is beyond pissed off. He’s threatening you.”
I try for a shrug, but I can’t muster the energy. “It’s all bluster.”
He frowns at me. “Does this happen to you a lot?”
I wince inwardly at how close he’s cut to the bone. “It happens to all women. Not just me.”
He stares at me so intently, I think he’s going to say what people always say to me.
That I must have brought it on myself. That I shouldn’t wear the clothes I do or say the things I do.
But he doesn’t say a word, he pushes a button on my phone and presses it to his ear.
My mouth slackens as I realize what he’s doing. “Do not call him back,” I hiss.
He ignores me, and when I hear an angry voice almost shout through my phone I regret hacking into the closest 4G network to boost our signal.
“Stella? You fucking bitch, you owe—”
Jagger interrupts him and sounds eerily calm. “Chad. You need to calm down and listen to what I have to say. Can you do that for me?”
My heart slams about in my chest as Jagger keeps his eyes focused on me. “It doesn’t matter who I am. What matters is how you choose to proceed.”
I have no idea what Chad’s reply is, only that Jagger’s eyes narrow. “I need you to think very carefully. If you contact Stella again, you’ll force me to come to Ellensburg to find you. And when I find you, I will hurt you in ways you can’t even begin to imagine. So, think carefully about what you do next.”
Jagger doesn’t say anything for a long while, and I can’t hear what Chad is saying either.
I’m about to demand he ends the call when he smiles. “Good choice,” he says.
Without another word, he ends the call and hands me back the phone. “You dumped a cup of coffee over his head? Technically that’s assault.”
I grab my phone and throw it in my bag. “I know that,” I snap.
His eyes never leave me as he folds his arms across his chest. “I’ll bet you do. You probably have a lawyer on speed dial.”
I straighten my shoulders and send him another glare. “So what?”
He shrugs lazily. “So, maybe you should see someone about your anger issues before you wind up on the receiving end of more than threats?”
It’s nothing I haven’t heard and considered before, but it irks me no end, he thinks he’s entitled to comment. “Who the hell do you think you are? I don’t need your advice or you interfering. I was handling Chad. Just like I handle everything else in my life.”
Without another word, I grab my phone, his towel, and stalk out the door, not caring about the poacher, the job, or about Jagger’s prowess.
“I need some air,” I say before I shut the door behind me.
***
Jagger
Air. She needs some air.
If she needs some air, I need a fucking oxygen mask right about now.
This woman is bat shit crazy. And like a black hole, she’s sucking me into her vortex, and I’m powerless to stop her.
Whatever the shit is going on with this Chad guy, I’m not surprised he’s obsessed with her.
I’m feeling obsessed and I’m pretty sure she didn’t mess with his head half as much as she did mine.
As if knowing I’m making a big mistake wasn’t bad enough, her assistance, even if it comes at a cost I’m not sure I’m willing to pay, is helping me.
I’d be out there soaked to the skin and even more miserable if she hadn’t fiddled with the satellite and shifted it so I can now see the cameras.
I’m still reeling not just from the asshole who’s been hassling Stella, but my reaction to her, when I get a notification pop up on the laptop telling me Matt’s sent a message.
Since the coverage seems okay, I risk it and call Matt back even though it’s the last thing I feel like doing.
He picks up immediately, letting me know that he’s nervous about leaving me in charge.
“Hey. Been trying to get hold of you for the last hour. You out in the field?”
I take a seat and look at the messy bed. “I’ve been in the hut. Planning on doing a reccy in the next hour or so.”
“No signs of our pest?”
I check the laptop and the location of the tracking devices before I answer. “Nothing yet.
“Where’s the cyber chick? In the office or her motel?”
I run a hand over my face. “She’s here with me. We figured it’d be easier to shut the office down and work from the field.”
Matt’s silent for a moment. “Does Waylon know that?”
“Why would it matter?”
His voice drops an octave. “Probably doesn’t. I just didn’t want to be the one to tell him his expensive tech is roughing it in the field with the guy I hired, that’s all.”
I frown at the laptop as Matt sounds increasingly concerned. “I had some time so I did a little digging about this woman. You know she’s been detained several times by the cops. Never charged with anything, but she’s a hothead.”
I flinch. “Detained for what?”
“Looks like she punched someone. Cops knew her and the guy was a low-level sex offender so they didn’t push it. But other things make me nervous.”
I ease off the chair and stalk over to the window to see where Stella is. My chest tightens as I can just make out see her start to strip off her clothes.
She’s so damn stubborn she’s actually going swimming in the rain with a poacher on the loose.
I shake my head and find the binoculars so I can at least keep an eye on her from inside. “What other things?”
“I called her old boss. He says she’s a liability and will flout the laws if it suits her. He says he fired her. That’s why she went out on her own.”
I squint as I watch Stella kick off her boots, then tug her jeans down. I scan the area surrounding her and realize I can’t see anyone approaching from this vantage point.
I shift the binoculars back to Stella and feel a jolt of pleasure hit my cock as she stands buck naked on the shoreline, her tits, the v of her pussy, and her curves taunting me to go join her.
As she wades into the water, I check the laptop and answer Matt. “As far as I can see she’s doing her job and she’s made it easier for me to do mine.”
Matt grumbles down the line. “Yeah. Well, I’m just warning you. She’s got a reputation as being difficult. And I know she’s a stunner. Can’t say I blame you, but I can’t let anything distract you.”
Guilt snaps in my chest as I watch Stella disappear under the water only to reappear a few seconds later, looking like a goddess, standing in the moonlight dripping wet.
Fuck. Fuck. My cock is standing to attention, blatantly ignoring my command to stay focused.
I have to avert my eyes as she swims further out. “I need to go. I’ll check in when I have news.”
Even as I end the call, I know he doesn’t want me working with Stella. And I should probably consider his wishes.
But he’s not out here. And as much as she’s driving me crazy, I’m not sure she’s driving me to distraction.
With that in mind, I toss the phone on the table and do exactly what a better man wouldn’t be doing right now.
I find her pack, and the phone she used to record us, and grunt as I see it's password protected.
Before I can even think of how stupid this is, I drop the phone back in her pack, and my feet propel me out the door.
***
Stella
With the full moon above me and the rain pattering on the water’s surface, I’m momentarily caught up in how beautiful it is out here.
The moment is spoiled when I see Jagger’s bulky outline leave the hut. With a sigh, I start to swim back, relishing the way the water feels like silk on my skin as I move.
If I wasn’t still angry, the feel of it caressing me would have been erotic. And somewhere in the recess of my mind it still is.
But I have to address this problem before me, not create a new one by having sex with Jagger in the water when it’s dangerous.
Even as I think it, I can feel my entire body respond to the idea that this is reckless.
But rather than deter me, it just heightens the sensations. One night. I can give him one more night, then I’ll leave.
Sure I can get him to make me come again, I reach the shore, energized, and ready to make him either apologize or beg to fuck me.
I stand, enjoying the way my nipples stiffen as the water runs down my body, and keep my eyes on him as I wade through the water towards him.
He hands me the towel I placed under my clothes and looks me over. “We need to talk.”
I take it from his hands and wrap it around my body, my eyes locked on the rain as it spills down his face. “What if I don’t want to talk?”
I can see his jaw working as he looks around us. “Get inside. The longer I’m out here the more chance someone can slip past me.”
I shrug not sure why I’m antagonizing him. “I didn’t ask you to come out here.”
His face contorts. “And I’m not asking you. I’m telling you to get inside.”
I scowl at him and reach for my clothes. “And why would I listen to you? I barely know you and I sure as hell don’t trust you.”
I can feel his eyes on me as I bundle my clothes together. I think he’s going to laugh it off, but he sounds pissed.
“And that’s exactly what’s wrong with you. You think everyone is as messed up as you are.”
I jerk upwards and glare at him. “Wow. You’re already listing my faults. Maybe I should list yours?”
He just shakes his head so violently water shoots off his hair. “You ever stop to think that maybe there are people out there who might be good for you?”
I know I’m close to the edge but can’t stop myself. “Spare me. You’ve known me for two days and you think you know what I need.”
This time he does laugh but there is little humor in what he says. “I’ve known women like you my whole life. You push people away because you say you can’t trust them, but it’s really because you’re too selfish.”
“You don’t know anything about me,” I snap.
He narrows his eyes. “I know you’re alone, and I know it’s because someone made you think you needed to be.”
I suck in a breath and slap him hard. He doesn’t even flinch, just gestures to the hut. “I’m going back inside, if you’re as smart as you think you are, you’ll come with me.”
I stare at him, heat flooding my veins the more I look at how calm he is. I want to yell at him, I want to hit him again, anything that will let me know I’m affecting him as much as he’s affecting me.
I’m trembling, angry, but more so at his ability to see through me, right to the core.
Water is cascading down my body, soaking me, but I barely notice as every single relationship I’ve watched crash and burn appears before my eyes.
It would be so easy to walk away, so easy to finish the job and say he was just a notch in my bedpost.
But I can’t. My bare feet are rooted to the pebbled shore, like an anchor forcing me to think about what he’s saying.
It’s me. It’s always me.
From the boss who corned me in his office and tried to rape me, then told anyone who’d listen I was unbalanced, to Chad who thinks he can force me to apologize, to the man currently blaming me for not trusting him.
It’s always been my fault. I’m too aggressive, too sexy, too bitter, too smart.
A crushing sensation builds in my chest until I’m struggling to breathe, and my throat is growing thick with emotions I don’t understand.
He’s still staring at me, his brow furrowed, and his posture relaxed like he didn’t just open up a festering wound in my soul.
My voice comes out a croak as I will my feet to move. “Got it. I’m not worth the drama.”
His hand shoots out and his fingers curl into my arm. “I didn’t mean it that way,” he says.
I laugh. “No one ever does.”
He shifts so he can slide his hand around the back of my neck. “What do you want me to say? I don’t want this to finish? Well, I don’t. I want to take you back inside and fuck you as much as I can.”
A shiver runs the length of me at the look in his eye. Every delicious thing he’s done to me runs on a loop in my mind.
I know I shouldn’t, but the words slip past my lips anyway. “So, let’s stop wasting time and go do it,” I say.
I think he’s going to reject me but he just shifts so he can slide his hand around the back of my neck. “You need to tone down the crazy, woman. I’m not your enemy.”
I nod limply. “It’s a hard habit to break.”
He shakes his head before he leans forward and kisses me with so much heat, my entire body ignites.
I drop my clothes and let him sweep me up into his arms. He doesn’t say anything, just carries me inside and kicks the door shut.
With nothing but the moonlight to guide his way, he drops me on the bed and tugs the towel away from my body.
When I’m lying naked and exposed he sits on the end of the bed, and slowly starts to suck my toes until I’m quivering in anticipation.
I wrinkle my nose and withdraw my foot in an attempt to steer his mouth elsewhere.
He obliges and starts working his way up my body, pressing delicate kisses to my calves, to my knees, and my inner thighs.
Body now on fire, I gasp as his tongue finds my core, and I’m once again reminded that he’s capable of providing me with earth-shattering orgasms.
He messes around for a while, licking and kissing my clit, until I growl a warning and he gets serious.
As his tongue probes me sending ripples of pleasure resounding through my body, I watch him, getting more and more turned on at the sight of him between my thighs.
I keep my eyes locked on him, feel his tongue caressing my clit until I’m feeling a climax start to build.
I twist my fingers in his hair, and tense every muscle in my body, including my pussy, and wait for the pressure to build.
I come hard, shockwaves spreading through me and giving me an orgasm that leaves me shaking and desperate for more.
He barely pauses for breath before he returns to licking me with such precision, it’s like he’s mapped out exactly what will get me off.
I erupt in his mouth, screaming his name, and wishing I was sucking his cock too.
When I’m done, he takes his clothes off and tosses them in the corner of the hut before he kneels beside me, his cock at eye level.
I lie on my back and let him slide his cock in my mouth. As I glide my tongue over his tip, he pushes my legs open so he can finger me.
With his cock in my mouth, and his finger rubbing my clit, we stay making each other groan and curse until my jaw is cramping and he’s pulling his cock away from me.
Using no words, I let him guide the moment and wait for him to lie on his back before I straddle him.
I slide over his cock, and slowly rock my hips back and forth, leaning back so he can run his hands over my breasts.
Shivers run down my spine as his fingers caress me, sending my nerve endings an overload of signals that make animalistic noises escape.
His hands slide to my hips and in the dark, his voice comes out a hoarse whisper. “You’re beautiful. So, fucking beautiful.”
I don’t know why, but my eyes fill and I have to blink rapidly before they betray me.
I speed up, shifting positions so I can maximize the pleasure, and try to remind myself this is just sex, and nothing more.
But even as I ride him, I know that’s a lie. It stopped being about sex the second he saw straight through me.
It got real.
And that’s not something I know how to do.
