And risk so much way too soon.
Releasing her pent-up tension with a sigh, she looked ahead, out the windshield. And screamed.
A bull moose stood in the middle of the narrow dirt road less than fifteen feet away, and that distance was fast gobbled up by the truck’s heavy-duty tires.
“Son of a bitch!” Spencer’s curse was followed by another of Kristi’s screams as he wrenched on the steering wheel to avoid hitting the huge animal. The truck jerked to the shoulder, then fishtailed its way down into the ditch, stopping with a hollow thunk as the truck collided with the embankment and the air screeched from her lungs.
Deep breaths. One. Two. Three. She willed the beat of her heart to slow and gave herself a mental check. Toes and fingers all wiggled. Nothing appeared to be broken.
“You okay?”
“Yeah.” She looked over, thankful to see he was concerned but not injured. Too bad the same couldn’t be said for the truck. Past the windshield, the glow of the headlights reflected off the side of the ditch to spotlight steam rising from the hood. “I don’t think your truck’s doing so great.”
He climbed out into the ditch and surveyed the damage. Frowning, he climbed back inside the cab, grabbed his cell, and flipped it open. “Shit. No signal. Looks like we found our campsite earlier than planned. As far in the boonies as we are, I doubt anyone’s gonna find us tonight.”
Kristi looked out into the blackness of the woods. She shivered. She’d gone camping plenty of times as a kid and loved it, but it had never been in a place as secluded as this. Anything could be hiding in those woods: a grizzly bear, another gigantic moose. Bigfoot and his abominable friends. Whatever was out there, she would have to deal with it. Not only did she feel partly responsible for the damage to the truck, but also her time away with Spencer was burning up fast.
Time to wipe that frown off his face and remind him how glad he was to be here with her. Wherever “here” was. “I’ve slept in worse places with guys far uglier than you.”
His grin returned, edging into his mustache and budding a dimple so yummy it took all of her self-control not to stretch across the seat and lick it. “You suggesting I’m ugly?”
She wouldn’t lick him—not when her pussy was still damp from her preaccident fantasies—but touching had to be okay. She reached out, palming the side of his whisker-roughened cheek, and stroked her thumb along the sexy divot. “You probably wouldn’t like it if I called you pretty either.”
The intention hadn’t been to sound like a well-petted sex puppet. Not only did Kristi sound that way, but she felt it as well. Every cell in her body seemed to have joined in with the female piranhas from Shenanigans, only her cells weren’t chanting “touch him,” but to give into Spencer’s suggestion and “be naughty.”
Just in case her supercharged cells weren’t loud enough, he shifted toward her, bringing his mouth into temptation’s way. His breath warmed the air between them and sent a quiver of anticipation racing through her. If there was one thing she remembered from the strip club, it was how unbearably hot and thirsty she’d been. She was that way again, sweating despite the fast-cooling night and parched for the taste of a hard male body beneath her tongue.
“Would you punish me?” It was said life-and-death situations had a way of leading to great sex. The accident had definitely brought out the naughty in her.
“Is that what you were thinking about? Getting punished?”
Her toy line included several whips, flogs, and one very special paddle. She’d never been inclined to use any of them. Until now. “It might be, for the right guy.”
6
Spencer watched Kristi lay down the thermal-lined sleeping bags as he warmed up a makeshift dinner over the campfire. He’d never wanted to be any woman’s right guy. Not until a half hour ago, when she’d looked at him with eyes that were dirty as a girl could get them and he’d taken the pansy way out by acting like her talk of punishment was nothing more than a ruse to make him forget about his damaged truck.
She was unexpected—as seductive as she was sweet—and in that way she’d gotten past his radar. He avoided women like her, the kind who offered the whole package and had what it took to get to him on more than a physical level. Not forever, but until he was ready to take on the responsibility of a family again. His dad having passed away from a heart attack when Spencer was sixteen and his younger brother barely five, he’d been thrust into a grown-up role that hadn’t ended until his brother became a teenager and no longer bought into Spencer as a father figure. Not that the kid turned down his monthly checks to help pay for college tuition and food.
Kristi shifted, leaning over to smooth out the sleeping bags and waving her curvy behind at him in the process. He groaned as his dick grew impossibly harder. It had been on the threshold of pain since she’d brought up that whole punishment thing.
He should never have agreed to this trip. He’d done so for the Ngos’ sake. Kristi’s unexpected invitation had worked perfectly into Cai’s request that he help bring Kristi’s inner vixen to the surface permanently. Even if it wasn’t for helping out the twins, Spencer would have been tempted to say yes. Kristi had sounded ecstatic to hear his voice over the phone and, sorry sap that he was, he’d been just as happy to hear hers. Given the way she’d stayed in his head despite his best attempts to dislodge her, sleeping with her was the last thing he should do. If he buried himself between her supple thighs, he wasn’t liable to come back out.
She straightened and turned toward him. The light of the fire rearranged the shadows of night that fell across her face, masking the freckles on her nose and removing all trace of sweetness. She looked hungry, in a way that had nothing to do with food. “I zipped the sleeping bags together. It’ll be warmer that way.”
Warmer. Right. He would believe that was why she’d zipped them together the same day he convinced her that he was a virgin. “Good thinking, doll. It’s gonna get cold tonight.” It already had cooled enough to require sweatshirts, which worked in his favor by camouflaging her bountiful breasts.
He lifted the enamel camp pot from the fire. “Dinner’s ready. Beans and franks a la mode.”
Smiling, Kristi settled in a lawn chair. “Ooh…one of my favorites!”
Spencer snorted as he moved into his own chair, resting the pot on a hotpad on the chair’s arm. He handed her a spoon. “Wouldn’t have guessed you for sarcastic.”
“I have one of the corniest senses of humor ever, but I was a being serious. Dad and I used to go camping a lot when I was a kid. We always had pork and beans for our first night’s meal. Brings back a lot of good memories.”
The woman had more angles than he ever would’ve imagined. Each new one had him liking her a bit more. For that reason, he should be hightailing it to the road and walking until he got a signal on his cell phone. But this was the first time in a very long while he’d been able to get away from the chaos of city life and the first time ever he had such intriguing company. “You’re close with your family?”
She scooped up a spoonful of beans and franks, swallowing them with a hearty moan of approval. “My parents live in Oregon, so I don’t see them a lot, but yeah, when it comes to everything but my job, I am.”
Spencer had never believed in love at first sight, but lust at first bite seemed a thing of fact. His cock pulsed with the way she made eating camp food sound like a carnal delight.
Ignoring the sensation, he spooned in a mouthful of food and focused on his conversation with Cai. She feared Kristi would dissolve her contract with Wild Honey because of a complex about being viewed as a sex advocate. If Kristi’s parents didn’t approve of her career choice and Kristi let their opinions influence her, then Cai had a reason to be concerned. “Your business dealings with the Ngos aren’t going the way you’d hoped?”
She looked up midscoop. “What?”
“You said you got some bad mail. I noticed the only thing you opened was a package from Wild Honey.”
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�Things are going great. Cai and Kim have gone above and beyond what they promised. They just…used my name.” At his questioning look, she continued. “I didn’t want my name associated with my products, but I never got a chance to tell them that before I signed a contract and haven’t been able to get hold of them since that night. It isn’t a big deal.”
Then why did she sound more anxious than a priest in a room full of hookers? He’d soothed both his brother’s and mother’s anxiety on numerous occasions. The urge to do so for Kristi was automatic. Redirecting the conversation toward sex was dangerous, but if it turned her tension toward the positive, it would be worth it.
Spencer put on the bad-boy smile he’d perfected for the stage—the one he’d been told by more than one woman had the power to make a girl come on sight. “That night? The one where you got sloppy drunk and begged me to lick your pussy?”
The spoon fell from Kristi’s hand to clatter against the side of the pot. She turned a red so bright even the dark couldn’t hide it. “You remembered?”
He didn’t want to like her so much, but her personality swings were charming as hell. “Nah. Just teasing about the pussy licking. I do remember you were feeling rather good earlier in the night.”
Her unease gave way to a sultry smile that made him want to tackle her to the ground and lick her pussy for real. She leaned toward his chair, settling her hand on his thigh as she spoke in the sort of low, throaty voice reserved for bedroom talk and X-rated secrets. “Blame it on the entertainment. They had me too hot to bear.”
Spencer’s gut tightened with her word choice. He looked up from where her palm heated his leg through his jeans. “They?”
She moved her fingers in sinuous circles, edging toward his erection with a slowness meant to get a man’s dick throbbing while driving him gradually insane. “You.”
And Jack. The truth was clear in the momentary wobble of her smile. He liked Jack. Could see where he and Kristi had a lot in common. That didn’t make Spencer’s gut lighten up any at the thought of the two of them in bed together. He’d never felt possessive over a woman, particularly one he barely knew, but then he’d never shared a woman with another man the way he’d shared Kristi last week. It made him want to say to hell with Cai’s request and give in to Kristi’s caresses for his own reasons.
Since he wasn’t about to dupe her into sleeping with him believing he was after a relationship, he stuck with fishing for information that could benefit the Ngos while appeasing his own interest. “How’d you get into the sex-toy business?”
Her fingers stilled. “Did Cai tell you what I do?”
As pillow talk. The implication was clear in Kristi’s tone. He should let her think what she wanted, but the idea of feeding her more lies, even those by omission, made him feel guilty. “Yeah, but not how you think. She’d rather sleep with you than me.”
Kristi’s eyes widened. “She’s a lesbian?”
“Bi, and I’m not kidding about her wanting to sleep with you. She was green as hell over your doing Jack and me.”
She shifted in her chair, but then restarted the slow circling of her fingers along his inner leg, climbing ever higher and sending his pulse rate into triple time. “I’d rather talk about us.”
And he’d rather a grizzly barreled into their camp and swallowed him whole. Fortunately for Spencer, she was lying. From the anxious way she rubbed her thighs together to the sudden dilation of her eyes, she was wet over the thought of Cai fucking her. That she tried to hide her stimulation further backed up Cai’s theory she wanted to keep her enjoyment for sex behind closed doors. “Most people don’t know what you do. At least they didn’t before you signed that contract with Wild Honey.”
Kristi tensed. Lifting her hand from his leg, she stood. “Not everyone’s as liberal as you are.” She moved to the bed on the other side of the fire and pulled her duffel bag in front of her. After working the jeans down her legs and pulling her sweatshirt over her head to reveal a T-shirt that ended before her panties began, she rolled the clothes into a ball and tucked them inside the bag. “I’m going to bed.”
Spencer pulled his attention from the jiggle of her pale, dimpled ass beneath a scrap of ivory silk to check her expression. The hot look she sent him before she slid into bed said she was hoping for company. He could still make the trek back to the road and attempt to get a signal on his cell. And spend the rest of his life regretting the decision to act like a pansy afraid of a woman barely tall enough to reach his armpit.
Kristi was half dressed in that sleeping bag, waiting for him to slide inside and ease her arousal. His cock had been hard for hours, hell days, with the desire to do just that. His cock was shit outta luck. He would climb inside and hold her, even touch her and breathe a hot word or two meant to get her off, but full-blown sex was not happening so long as she believed he was here to see if they had something between them.
Setting the pot on a flat stone near the fire, he rounded the campfire. After toeing off his hiking boots, he removed his jeans and sweatshirt and slid in behind her, careful to keep his hard-on from prodding into her back. He was good with intentions, but if she turned around and started petting his cock, he wasn’t making any promises about stopping himself from pulling aside her miniscule panties and shoving inside her welcoming heat.
Spencer teased his fingers over the warm, smooth skin of her hip, brushing the thin strap of her panties with each pass. He moved her hair aside and rubbed his mustache against her nape, eliciting a sigh followed by a shiver. “Everyone might not be liberal, doll, but you are. The idea of sex with Cai excites you.” He slipped his tongue out and laved her earlobe, dipped the damp tip inside the shell. “The thought of her tonguing your tight little pussy has you so wet you’re dripping with it.”
Her breathing grew harsh, fogging the air. “I don’t want to sleep with a woman. That’s not even close to my style.”
“Never said you did. I just said the idea excites you.” He toyed with the strap of her panties a few more seconds, then walked his fingers beneath the silk and toward her naked mound. With no hair to absorb her dampness, he could feel her excitement even before he reached her slit and brushed it with his fingertips. He parted her pussy lips, and she sucked in a hard breath. Cream seeped onto his finger, sending a thundering pang through his shaft.
He allowed a cocky smile. “Like I said, dripping.”
Kristi shifted in his arms, dislodging his finger from her body as she turned to face him. She brought her legs up, wrapping them around his and locking their bodies together so that her breasts rubbed against his chest and her mound provided a hedonistic distraction for his dick.
Two thin pairs of underwear were all that separated them. Never had temptation been so bittersweet.
Gliding her hands over his chest, she nipped at his chin before moving her mouth higher. “I’m wet for you, not Cai. I want your hands on me, not hers. Your fingers inside me. Your tongue.”
What about Jack? Would she want the same from him?
Spencer flushed the question from his mind with the feel of her soft, full lips against his mouth. She applied pressure, and he parted his lips, letting her tongue inside to explore. Like the day he’d kissed her in the parking lot of Shenanigans, the sweet taste of strawberries exploded over his senses while need clawed at his gut.
If she was any other woman, he would do something about that need by taking over the kiss and then all of her. With Kristi, he waited to see her next move. Would she let her liberal half out to play, or revert to her blushing, conservative side?
She pulled free of his mouth. “Finger me, Spencer. Please.”
His blood burned with the breathy words. Her liberal half was alive and kicking, and making a request he had no intention of ignoring. He brought his hand back between her thighs and dipped his first finger into her folds, petting the length of her sex until he reached her swollen clit. He pressed his finger against the bead. Her hips shot forward, thrusting against his cock with s
izzling force.
Adding a second finger, he moved them together, felt the slick walls of her sex expand to accept him. He’d described her pussy as tight and he’d been right. Outside of her fucking him last week, he would guess she hadn’t been with a man in some time.
Outside of fucking him and Jack, he corrected with a grunt.
Christ, he had to quit thinking of the other man. But he couldn’t. And something told him he wouldn’t until Kristi was riding his cock and letting him know he was all the man she needed. That wouldn’t be happening tonight. Likely not ever. And that meant he had to end things now, before he took advantage of how little separated them, by spearing his shaft through the slit in his boxers and deep inside her warm pussy.
“I have to get something.” Spencer felt guilty uttering the words, knowing she’d take them wrong and assume he meant a condom.
The hot, wet, eager way she kissed him before unwrapping her legs from his said he’d guessed accurately. He stood and looked down at her, his body too primed with desire to be touched by the cold. She lay with her eyes closed, the firelight dancing over her face and bringing out the reddish highlights in her blond hair as it showered over his pillow. She looked sweet again, in a wood-nymph-he-wanted-to-fuck sort of way.
Shaking the thought away, he grabbed her duffel bag and shoved his hand inside, hoping he’d be right about what he found inside. His fingers connected with a contoured, cylindrical arm that could only belong to one thing.
Pulling it out, he grinned at the sex toy. He might not get to experience the ecstasy of Kristi’s hot pussy milking his cock with her climax, but watching her come around a dildo of her own creation was a decent second.
He sat with his back to the fire and tossed the dildo next to her head. “Open your eyes and spread your legs, doll. It’s punishment time.”
Kristi flicked her eyes open with Spencer’s taunting words. Disappointment cruised through her followed quickly by relief as she spotted the Double Diamond lying beside her head. As much as her sex thrummed with the need to feel his monster member inside, driving her to her first man-induced orgasm, she’d known it was too soon. She would totally come off as a mutt if she did him already. Allowing him to bring her to climax with one of her gadgets was another story.
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