by Piper Stone
Her stomach in knots, she became convinced the cavemen were onto her somehow and wouldn’t show. Oddly, her little voice was quiet and had been for a few days. Maybe the good and bad girl sides were just fighting, one trying to maintain some level of sanity. A laugh bubbled from her throat. She’d fantasized more than she should have, but her work had been productive. What a life she led.
Another five minutes passed, and she craned her neck, praying they were going to show. The sun shifted, sending a blinding stream into the truck. “Damn it!” She wasn’t going to be able to see jack shit. Disgusted, she started and gunned the engine, shifting around the parking lot. When she was finally resettled, at least five additional minutes had passed. She glared out her windshield and... Her entire body was on fire, her muscles twitching. There they were in all their roughhewn glory, heading into Maggie’s like clockwork.
A part of her wanted to run across the street, even fling herself into the blond’s arms. Patience was definitely not one of her virtues, but she remained true to her convictions and in six minutes, they exited the store, several bags in their hands. Initially, they walked down the street right in front of her. She cowered low in the seat, especially when the sexy blond scanned the area. Was he searching for her, even hoping to see her again? Gulping, she waited until they were a good distance away before easing the truck onto the street.
They didn’t seem to be in any hurry, walking at a normal pace, too slow for her to follow behind without getting arrested. She veered the truck along the curb, allowing them to get further ahead. Then the cavemen seemed to just disappear. “What the fuck?” She almost wrecked in her effort to pull the aging Chevy back onto the road, driving erratically until she was able to make the turn. “Oh, no, you don’t.”
They were nowhere to be seen. This wasn’t going to happen. No fucking way. Dani drove down the street, scanning both sides, her anger flashing. There were no parking lots, no alcoves for them to hide in. They’d have to go inside a store or one of the few houses in order to get away. Unless they were time travelers, taking their portal with them. Think. She kept her speed low as she thought about where the road went. Toward the mountains and alongside the river. Okay, so where would they hide a vehicle? They certainly weren’t heading into the mountains on foot, not from this distance. There was only one place she could think of and her entire idea could be a wild goose chase.
She made a couple of turns, uncertain of where she was going until she caught sight of a smokestack. The old mill was still standing, complete with certain garage style bays. The area was blocked off by fencing, ready for the new purchaser to start demolition at any time. The four square blocks had little traffic given the renovation efforts so their presence could go undetected. It was also a perfect hiding ground. She was in a motor vehicle. They were on foot. If she was right, she could slide into a parking area and they’d be right around the corner.
Holding her breath, she found the perfect spot and waited. And waited. When she heard the sound of an engine, the rumble suggesting a power motor, she gripped the steering wheel with both hands. Ten seconds later and her pussy was dripping, her mouth bone dry, and her nerves on edge. She’d be the only person in town to discover at least one of their secrets.
Dani, the adventurer and newly found wild girl was on her way, hunting her prey and she refused to allow them out of her sight. For men considered primitive, or perhaps primal, they certainly had an expensive vehicle. The black Dodge 4 x 4 was new, had all the bells and whistles, and as she’d heard before, was equipped with a Hemi engine. She maintained her distance but given the height of the truck, she certainly wouldn’t lose sight of them easily.
They obeyed all the traffic laws on their way out of the city, stopping at lights, mindful of crosswalks. She dared move a little bit closer, crowding their space. The prehistoric man driving also knew the traffic laws. Her interest was piqued even more, crowding out all normal thoughts.
What would the men say when she discovered them?
What would they be like—in bed?
Holy shit, she was seriously considering having a... What in the hell was it even called? Four men and one woman. Group sex? Lordy, lordy, it was getting damn hot in the truck.
While her nerves were on edge, she was also excited, her pulse skipping. This was about a story, nothing more. Right, little girl and pigs fly in the winter. As they headed toward the mountains, she was forced to hang back, managing to follow them all the way to the city limits with ease. She would be a professional, asking them questions, allowing them a voice. She had her camera but if they were shy, she’d resort to her sketchpad. A snicker slithered from her mouth. Hell, they were picking up speed. Did they have some idea they were being followed?
She considered running a red light, but seeing the sheriff’s vehicle on the other side, she hung back, tapping her fingers on the steering wheel. The truck remained in view for a few seconds until it rounded a curve. “Damn it.” When the light turned green, she punched the gas pedal. Cop or no cop, she was on a mission.
After taking the curve, her rust bucket of a truck cornering with a heady screech of her tires, she was able to see the long road up the mountain. There were no vehicles of any type, including the snazzy 4 x 4. “What the fuck?” Had they seen her? Couldn’t have. She considered herself an expert in the ways of clandestine operations. This couldn’t be happening. Where the hell could they have gone?
Pulling over, she grabbed her good old-fashioned map, the one all the hikers in the area used. She’d heard there were certain hidden roads that only the locals knew about. From what she could tell, there were two that were close by, both heading directly up the mountain and to areas that had no campsites, no official trails, and no ranger stations. She was taking a chance, but that’s what life was all about.
The first road obviously hadn’t been used in some time, a portion covered by tree limbs. The second? She smiled as she rolled down her window, noticing tire tracks from a heavy mother of a truck.
“Bingo.” They were not getting away from her that easily.
* * *
Danger Stanton glanced into the rearview mirror, a smile curling on his upper lip. There was no sight of the faded red Chevy truck trailing behind them. A slight level of disappointment entered his system. He’d caught sight of the girl hunkering down behind the steering wheel, her eyes pinned on them, waiting. She had no way of knowing she was playing with fire.
His cock twitched in appreciation of her tenacity.
He knew the mountainside, every twist and turn, every undiscovered road like the back of his hand. Grinning, he hadn’t been able to get his mind off the tempting blonde since literally running into her at the local grocery store a solid two months before. The scent of her had lingered in his nostrils for several hours, his cock remaining hard for even longer. He hadn’t fucked a woman in far too long. Then again, none of them had, the men he’d spent far too much time with. Yeah, he was no people person and certainly wasn’t a big talker. But he certainly appreciated long legs, a rounded ass, and voluptuous breasts.
“You lose her?” The question came from Wolf, his CIA training coming in handy during certain portions of their stay in the various mountain ranges, this being their third. He was expert at keeping them hidden, even during tourist season. While they were sequestered miles from any campsite, there was always the threat of being exposed by hikers veering off the traditional paths.
“She won’t be able to follow us,” Danger answered, darting one last look. He shifted in his seat, cognizant his cock was hard as a rock, pinching against his jeans. When she’d stroked him, her lithe hand pumping his shaft, he’d nearly pinned her to the shelf, taking what he wanted, just like the brute he’d turned into.
“He’s always so certain.”
Danger glared at Cane in the mirror, sneering in a manner the man was able to see. The former drug dealer was the pain in his ass, always questioning his tactics, as if they were motives for having him arrest
ed or worse—hunted and slaughtered by the violent men Cane used to work for.
“Yeah, I’m certain. The girl has no clue where we’re going.” Danger maneuvered around a series of curves, the massive tires handling the rocks with ease.
“And what if she finds us?” The fourth of their motley crew was the most dangerous of the group. Once a scientist, he’d been pushed out of a job as well as his home, certain lies landing the man in prison for a brutal stint. Bronco remained bitter, angry almost all of the time. The man was a crack shot, and even his hands were considered lethal weapons.
And he was dangerous as hell.
“We’ll deal with it,” Danger answered, issuing a long hiss. He’d grown weary of living like cavemen, feeding off wild animals, only augmenting with their bi-monthly stints in town. Every trip meant risking what they were doing as well as being discovered. Over two years was a hell of a long time for some fucking cause. Yeah, there was a promise of huge wads of cash. Right now? He didn’t give a fuck. They’d only been in this particular location for about six months, assured this was the right mountain range. Yeah, whatever. His patience was wearing thin and the people of Baker City were sniffing around them.
“Same chick you nearly fucked in the grocery store,” Wolf commented in an absent fashion, as if the encounter was an everyday occurrence.
Danger didn’t bother answering. They hadn’t spoken to anyone else in the entire time they’d been in the mountains. Their involvement had been solicited through several select, clandestine emails and phone calls, issuing promises as well as money. Even their past indiscretions would be vanquished. The choice had seemed prudent at the time, at least for him. Then again, he’d consumed a half bottle of tequila before making the decision. Snorting at the thought, he dug his nails into the steering wheel. He longed for the touch and taste of a woman, ready to claim one as his own no matter the consequences.
“I would have fucked her too. Think we all would’ve,” Cane muttered half under his breath as he stared out the window.
“She did have a nice ass, perky set of tits,” Bronco commented, snickering. “Maybe we should let her follow, show her what real men can do.”
The Neanderthal comments were no doubt the same ones the town folk used either before or after scuttling away as the four of them walked down the streets. Yeah, Danger knew they were considered outlaws or worse, treacherous men who would sneak into the good people’s homes at night and steal their daughters for sordid and very carnal acts. At this moment, the thought was damn hot. He was a lonely man and if they didn’t finish their work by the time winter arrived on the mountain, he was calling it quits. He’d take his chances as to the consequences.
“Wonder what her pussy tastes like?” Wolf asked after several additional minutes.
Cane coughed, slapping his hand on the seat.
“She’s off limits and you know it,” Bronco stated, almost too forcefully.
“Would be cool if she found us. We could have a damn good time sharing her. Looks like she could handle four men at the same time.” Cane grinned, looking from one man to the other. “What? We haven’t had any fun in months.”
“Years,” Danger mumbled. Yes, the top-secret project they were working on had its perks. Their bank accounts were padded, all their expenses paid, but he hadn’t signed up for this gig for more than eighteen months. Even his long stint in the Marines hadn’t been this fucking primitive. Just another three months max. He could endure almost anything for the final paycheck. At least he had to keep reminding himself of that fact. One million tax-free dollars. Yeah, then he’d spend the rest of his life on some tropical island, kinky girls servicing his every need.
Even if it was for a price.
“A man of so many words,” Wolf chided, receiving a nasty glare from Danger.
Danger wasn’t into conversing. He knew all he wanted to about the men he was serving yet another form of imprisonment with. Every man had their motive for being here. No reason to delve into the bullshit they all called their pasts.
They had a few more miles to go and every one of them over rough terrain. If the sexy chick was following, she’d soon be forced to turn back. There was always next time in town, and he had a feeling she’d be waiting. Danger’s mind drifted as he drove, his hands clenched around the steering wheel. He could see her on her knees, sucking on his balls, her tongue darting back and forth, purring as she performed the sexy act. Yeah, he could also see her on her back, her legs spread wide open, his face buried in her snatch, sucking on her clit. Damn, he was horny.
The last girl he’d fucked had been the night before he’d left. The cute little brunette had ridden him like a wild stallion, taking every inch of his thick cock. While the experience had been juicy, he wanted more than just sex. He rubbed his eyes, fighting laughter. What kind of a woman could handle the man he’d become? No, every woman wanted flowers and candlelight and he was no romantic at heart. Maybe someday he’d expand his horizons, find the girl of his dreams. Shit, he’d been holed away for far too long, his brain turning to mush.
Get your mind out of the gutter. Yeah, he had more driving to do.
“Heard it’s going to be a rough winter,” Cane shot off almost thirty minutes later.
“We ain’t gonna be here, so what does it matter?” Bronco insisted.
“And you know winter arrives in early November around these parts and we will be here,” Wolf shot back. “A lot of work to do. The powers that be aren’t happy with our progress.”
The powers that be? Shit, Danger had never even met the principals of this particular operation, a move that had gone against the grain. The man who’d contacted them one by one had known far too much about their lives as well as their mistakes. Danger liked to call the wealthy mystery man ‘Mr. X.’ He’d checked out the dude’s credentials before signing on the dotted line, doing his best to make certain he wasn’t walking into a trap. Everything appeared clandestine but on the up and up. Then again, he had a feeling Mr. X had a hidden motive. Everyone did. He’d learned to keep his guard up. He tipped his head in Wolf’s direction, his fingers white knuckled on the steering wheel. “What the fuck do you know that we don’t?”
“Nothing. Jesus. I’m just saying winter’s only a month away. A lot of work to do.” Wolf shook his head. “You guys need to lighten up.”
Wolf was far too secretive in his actions, especially during the last six months. Danger had made note of certain activities, realizing that he was going to have to confront the man at some point and the outcome wasn’t going to be pleasant.
“Yeah, he’s right.” Cane sat back in the seat. “I was thinking. What if we captured that girl?”
“Excuse me?” Bronco snorted. “Scary when you actually think, buddy. I think that’s called kidnapping and a federal offense. You might like the concept of jail, but I don’t.”
“Oh, come on. Dream with me,” Cane countered. “If she’s hunting us for some reason, why don’t we become the hunters? A taste of her sweet body would do us all some good.”
Danger was forced to shift in his seat, his erection throbbing.
“You should have exposed her gorgeous breasts,” Wolf stated. “She was begging for it. I could tell.”
“Then what?” Danger asked. The girl had been flirting in an egregious fashion, as if trying to push his buttons. He’d wondered if she had some hidden agenda herself. He’d even wondered whether she was a plant, working for one of Mr. X’s enemies in an effort to locate their camp. Farfetched but possible.
“I need to explain to you how to treat a lady.” Laughing, Wolf patted him on the shoulder. “Imagine sucking on one of her nipples, biting down on her tender flesh.”
“It’s her pussy I’d love to explore,” Bronco half whispered. “Taking my time, sticking my tongue all the way inside. Fingering her before fucking her.”
“I’d like to shove my cock in her tight ass,” Wolf muttered. “After spanking her. My hand’s stinging at the thought.”
“Oh, yeah. I get her pussy first,” Cane stated, his tone filled with conviction. “Imagine spanking her hot little cunt.”
“It’s not going to happen so don’t get yourselves worked up,” Danger growled. God damn, they’d become little more than ferocious beasts. Yeah, he could envision her on her back, naked and exposed, eagerness in her eyes. He could also see turning her over his knee, disciplining her for any and every infraction. He wanted nothing more than to dominate a woman, demanding her full submission. Suddenly, he was disgusted at the thought. “Let’s just get back to camp. Storm might be rolling in.”
“He’s like the shit can expert of the year,” Bronco snorted. “Answer me this. Have you ever fucked a woman in the ass? I mean the way her muscles tighten, squeeze around your cock is the best damn thing.”
“Yeah, I have to admit, love that,” Cane confirmed.
Danger jerked the wheel, heading down the last path. “She’s not for sale or for taking. Whatever her deal is, she’ll grow bored with searching for the town creatures. Bet she has a boyfriend anyway.”
“Then why was she trailing us?” Wolf’s words hung in the dense space. “I mean, there’s no reason unless someone is onto us. Our entire operation could be compromised.”
Said like a true CIA agent. Danger had no idea why he’d agreed to the adventure other than the money. He’d never met the men assigned to what had been called a mission and certainly doubted he would have shared a beer with any of them, let alone the concept of friendship. He was a loner and they’d proven to be a pain in the ass.