She leaned over him and stroked his hair. “If you've had enough for now, we can do the rest of the lesson some other time."
Trey turned his head. “I want inside you so badly, I can't stand it."
Devin began to take the stones off him and put them back on the chair with the others. “You're the one who chose them."
"You made all that up."
She shook her head. “I researched it all. It was a paper I did for part of my undergrad studies. There are people who believe minerals can do certain things. That they have certain qualities."
As soon as the last stone was off him, Trey stared at her. “Take me inside you."
She was more than ready. The little game had the same effect on her as it did on him, but she had concentrated hard not to show it. Devin straddled him and carefully slid her fingers up and down his erection. “Do you like that, Trey?"
"You know I do, you little vixen. I ought to paddle you,” he jokingly threatened.
"Careful, I might like it."
Trey watched as she caressed his hips. The soft skin of her palms enervated every nerve in his lower body. He grasped her breasts and flicked his thumbs over the hardened nipples. “I see that little game excited you, too."
"Why do you think I played it? It was supposed to be fun for both of us."
"Come on, Devin. Take me in you. Now."
Devin grasped him at the base of his penis and rose over him. When she was about to slide down, she shook her head. “Not without protection."
"I-It's downstairs,” he choked out, and let out a string of curses a sailor wouldn't reproduce.
Knowing she'd pushed him farther than she should have, Devin ran to get the condoms. She found them sitting on the coffee table, alongside the quartz wand. She picked it up. “What the hell. I'll use this on him, too."
Trey was panting by the time she returned. “Hurry, baby."
She dropped the quartz wand on the chair with the other minerals, pulled out a condom packet from the box, opened it and gently slid it down his length. She poised over him, grabbed the bottom of his cock, right next to his balls, and held it as she slid down. Her moan sounded as loud and as earnest as his.
Once more, he clutched her breasts. Her body circled and held the length of him. He thrust upward. Her intense cry made him stop, as if he thought he'd hurt her.
"Honey?"
"Don't mind me. Keep going,” she responded on a gasp and reached down to touch herself.
"I'm trying to hold off, Devin. But you got me so damned excited, I don't think I can."
His words motivated her that much more, if such a thing was possible. She stroked herself and him, where they joined. A deep, intense, rolling sensation began. Devin knew all the foreplay had prepared her body in a way she couldn't slow down.
Trey got his wish. Her breasts bounced and swung as her climax forced her into a paroxysm of thrusts and short gyrations. He lifted his hips and felt strong contractions around his sheathed shaft. Grabbing her waist, he timed their movements in a more synchronised way, and let her climax. Only seconds later, his followed and his hips catapulted from the soft mattress. Deep inside her, the contractions kept coming.
"Dev? Are you okay?” he panted, and closed his eyes as her body clenched around his member over and over again. Thankful he had the entire box of condoms, Trey knew this particular game of ‘geology,’ as she called it, was something he'd definitely want to do again.
Devin cried out as another climax followed the first. It was the only time in her life any such thing had happened. She heard Trey saying something, but all she could do was fall forward when it was over and let him hold her.
She lay against him, panting. “I-I think I overdid it. M-maybe those minerals really do have some strange properties."
He laughed and wrapped his arms around her. “Maybe. But you had to find out, didn't you?"
"Did you like it?"
"Very, very much. It gets you turned on fast."
She rested against him for some time. Trey began to stroke her back and hips. She closed her eyes and sunk into a comfortable, warm sleep.
With one arm wrapped around her, Trey discarded the condom in a nearby trash basket, stretched out, and pulled a blanket over them. He heard the wind rushing around the cabin again, and a cold chill passed over his body. Devin felt so warm, soft and inviting. She could have been a cold corpse by now. That thought made him pull her closer and bury his face in her long, golden mane.
Devin sat up, pushed back her hair and gazed down at the man sleeping beside her. Though the wind and snow pelted the cabin, it wasn't with the same force as before. She knew the blizzard was blowing itself out. Or at least, dissipating.
Running her hand over Trey's hip, she saw a scar on the top of his left quadricep that she hadn't noticed before. Or maybe she had and the significance hadn't registered. Her fingers gently probed the area.
Devin moved to the other side of the bed, looked at the back of Trey's leg. She saw a similar scar on the other side, in the exact opposite location as the first one.
Trey stretched and turned over. “Get back in bed. It's cold."
"What's this on your leg?"
"An old scar. Come on. Keep me warm.” He pulled her over his body and down by his side.
"That's a bullet wound, isn't it?"
"It's nothing. Just lie down and let me hold you."
She sat up and stared at him. “What happened?"
Sighing, he put one forearm over his eyes and turned onto his back. “You aren't going to just let it go, are you?"
"No."
"It happened about two years after I got out of academy, which was about twelve years ago."
"So it wasn't a hunting accident? It was job related?"
"I caught a guy poaching. He took exception to being hauled to jail."
"That's part of your duty? Bringing in poachers?"
"Our duty is whatever we're contracted to do by the communities we protect."
"God, Trey! I'm no doctor, but from what I know of physiology, you could have taken that bullet right through the femoral artery and bled out in just a few minutes."
"I was close to a hospital when it happened, and the EMT in charge called in a helicopter to fly me to safety. I was out of bed in a week. The guy I caught is still in jail."
For a long, silent moment, Devin stared at him. “Was that one of the things you and your ex-wife argued about? Along with the mineral collection? Did she not want you getting hurt?"
"I didn't know Susan when that happened. She didn't move to Cedar Ridge until about three years ago. She was working as a realtor and came here from Regina to set up a local office. And I can assure you, she didn't give a damned what happened to me. Not by the time we were through."
"Sorry. I didn't mean to get so personal, but I saw the bullet scar and had to ask. I'm like that. I've always been kind of nosey."
"No problem. Ask anything you want. So long as I can do the same. For the first time in many years, I actually don't mind talking about the past.” He absently stroked Devin's shoulder. “What about you? Nobody back in Montana who'll be missing you?"
She shook her head. “I told you. When I start talking, people leave the room. They think I'm an egghead who can't converse about anything other than my work."
"That's crazy. I don't think you're like that. Or that you're boring, like you've said."
She laughed. “That's because you and I haven't done much talking."
"Okay. Talk to me."
"You're pretty much a captive audience. It's not the same thing.” She plucked at the blanket and tried not to let his persuasive blue eyes lure her into some long-winded discussion concerning geologic formations indicative to dinosaur deposits.
"Talk to me, Devin. I know you know your rock specimens.” He grinned mischievously. “So why don't you tell me about fossils now?"
"Okay. You asked for it.” She took a deep breath. “I've been wanting to work with my uncle to di
scover more about triceratops and other extinct species to see if we can put together a functioning model or mock-up of what people in the field refer to as their frills and their connection to survival modes. Particularly where behaviour is concerned with dominant male posturing and mating. I want to find out if there's a correlation to colour or displays that might tend to lend one animal as being perceived as dominant over another by one of its own species, or even by a different species sharing the same environment. Of course, no one knows what the variant colours might have been or even if they appeared monochromatic. It's a guess, but I'm thinking their displays were akin to what dominant male species exhibit today. Those that can use colour variants for exhibition purposes, that is. And I don't know yet if my uncle or anyone in this area has found any fossil remains of triceratops. As an herbaceous ornithischian, there might be no sign of their presence in this area. But I'm aware there's been tyrannosaurus remains found throughout the region. Of course, tyrannosaurus was carnivorous and bi-pedal, but I have theories on animals of the Upper Cretaceous period. That is, they might have shared some colouration characteristics based upon dominance and a particular need to survive. You follow?"
He stared at her.
For a moment, Devin stared back. “See? I told you.” She got up to leave, but he pulled her back towards him.
"Honey, you've got to be one of the smartest people I've ever met."
"And the most boring,” she added.
"Not at all.” He stroked her high cheekbone with one index finger, then dragged it across her full lips. “If you'll just slow down and condense all that, I might be able to follow. Okay?"
Devin shook her head in denial.
"Try again. And remember, I'm a policeman. I'm not stupid, but I'm not a palaeontologist, either."
She pursed her lips and thought of another way to phase what she'd just told him. “Though my initial field of study was geologic formations of the Cretaceous period, I'm also studying fossils to see if my uncle and I can figure out what colour the extinct animals were. We want to find out if their colouration had anything to do with survival, especially where mating and dominance was concerned, and correlate that colour to the environment or to other irrelevant species. It may have some bearing on how certain species behave today."
He nodded. “Sort of like male birds having brighter plumage while the females are more drab, and what makes a female bird more prone to a better visual display of colour? And what do other animals think of all that in another species?"
"Exactly!” She hugged him hard, then released him. “It's something palaeontologists often argue about. We don't know anything about the colour of these extinct species."
"Tell me more."
Devin tucked her hair behind her ears, crossed her legs Indian fashion, and gestured excitedly with her hands. “Triceratops, for example. They had these things around the outside of their heads that are referred to as ‘frills.’ The colours of these appendages might have been plain or wild. They might have been used to threaten enemies or to attract mates. Now that might not seem so utterly important, but in their world it might have meant the difference between a female picking the most dominant of her kind and having her offspring survive, or a lesser dominant male and having her brood die out."
She took another breath and continued. “In nature, we know the dominant males and their ritualistic displays often guarantee stronger offspring. If there was something wrong in the environment, like too little food or the presence of disease, this might have affected this colouring or the animal's display. This might have rendered them, as a herd, unsuitable as mates. Fewer offspring would result, and the next generation of triceratops might have been weaker or not present at all."
"Leading to a gradual declination of the species."
She kissed him. “You do understand."
Trey tried not to laugh. It wasn't that what she said was humorous, it was the exuberance with which she expressed herself. “See? I don't find you boring. In fact, all that stuff about displaying ‘frills’ is kind of getting me turned on."
She ran her fingers down the centre of his chest. “I could tell you about the size of their horns playing an important part in attracting mates. At least, that's the theory."
"Baby, keep talking like that and you'll see what size has to do with our mating habits."
Devin reached beneath the blankets and touched him. He was already erect. When she started to pull her hand away, Trey put it back.
"Keep going."
She sent him a seductive smile and sat in front of him. He jerked away the blankets and spread his thighs.
"That's it.” He showed her how to stroke him the way he most liked. Then, he placed his hand between her thighs and manipulated the folds of her clitoris until she moaned and writhed before him.
Trey saw the quartz crystal wand lying on the chair. Its presence gave him an idea, and he decided to give her back a little of what she'd given him hours before.
He leaned forward, only breaking contact with her moist flesh for an instant. With the crystal in one hand and his other stroking between her thighs, he let her tease his shaft. Then, he put the crystal wand between her breasts and moved it in an up and down motion that matched the motion of her hands on his penis.
He slipped a finger inside her and made sure the crystal wand was between her breasts, his finger inside her body, and her hands on his cock, all moving in the same direction at the same time.
Devin moved with him. She closed her eyes, as if losing herself to sensation. When Trey moved the wand over her erect nipples, she let out a long moan of appreciation.
He lowered the wand and stroked the inside of her thighs. He made sure it barely touched the sensitive flesh of her clit.
"Trey, I think I need you inside me,” she gasped.
"You think?"
"I know!"
He unwrapped another condom and let her slide it on him. Then, he went back to stroking her inner thighs with the wand, and plunged his finger deep within her.
With their arms entangled and manipulating each other's bodies, Devin seemed to have a hard time reaching the bottom of his erection. But he assisted her by lifting up so she could gently cup his glans.
"Devin, if you only knew how good that feels."
"Trey, I need you inside me,” she repeated, but more demanding.
She took one hand off his erection and put it between her thighs. He pressed it to her body, then tossed the crystal wand onto the chair, laid her back on the pillows, but never let his finger leave her pussy. Pushing her hand aside, his thumb stroked the outside of her while she spread her legs, ready for him.
"Damn, I've never wanted anyone in my life like I want you, honey."
She began to thrust her hips upward as the rolling motion in her body indicated a strong climax building. Trey positioned himself over her and pushed forward. Devin's legs immediately went up and wide to allow him full access to her. She cried out loud and long, letting the full impact of the climax take her.
He plunged forward and withdrew, faster and faster. The heat of her was enough to motivate his release, but the sound of her cries added to it. Deeper, faster and harder, he moved. The sound of their bodies meeting fuelled him.
Her hands went to her head, and she shook with the force of the intense rolling motion
Trey shuddered, kicked his feet to further propel himself forward and let his seed release. For a long time, he lay there, supporting his weight on his elbows and nuzzling her neck. The sound of her heavy breathing matched his own.
Devin lay in his arms as he kissed her over and over. At first, his attention seemed demanding and almost possessive. Then, his kisses took on a sweet, gentle texture. She wrapped her arms around him, not wanting to ever let go. And the way he held her made her think he might feel the same.
A long time later, he finally pulled away and looked down at her with an expression of longing. “I've never met anyone like you. I'll say this again. I didn't b
ring you to my cabin just to have sex. But, God help me, I wanted you when I got a good look at your body. Still do."
She nodded and ran her hands over his shoulders. “So do I. I've never done anything with a man like I have with you. The minerals, I mean."
He kissed her forehead. “I had a feeling that was the case. It's just like everything seemed to click at the right time, the right place for us."
"You've noticed that, too?” She ran her hands through his hair and looped them around the back of his neck.
"You remember when you said you didn't believe in coincidences?"
She smiled. “Yeah. I still don't."
"Well, neither do I, baby. Not anymore.” He kissed her neck before continuing. “I should have been at my cabin when I found you. I had a gut feeling that I needed to check on that old couple living at the other end of the valley. Otherwise, I'd have never found you."
"And when I discovered I had the job here in Cedar Ridge, I stopped only long enough to get some warm clothes. It was like I had to be here soon. I didn't even stop to check the fluid levels in my truck or the tire pressure. That's not like me, Trey."
"And you were almost at my front door when I found you. You just happen to be a geopalaeontologist, of all the unusual professions. And I just happen to have a mineral collection. You found a box of condoms in my cabin I never knew existed. I thought I'd gotten rid of everything that reminded me of my ex-wife."
She sighed and gazed into his blue eyes. “So, what does it all mean?"
He shook his head and kissed her again. “I don't know. But it's almost like somebody wanted us together. Don't you think? I mean, this isn't about the sex now. Not for me."
"Me, either. And everything happening the way it did was pretty strange. But I'm a scientist. I'm not supposed to believe in anything supernatural or weird."
"Yet, here we are. And only a week ago, I was looking at my mineral collection, thinking of throwing it out. I picked up a piece of turquoise and kept thinking how damned lonely I was. I kept asking myself if I'd ever meet anybody who could care about me. Especially up here in the middle of nowhere. Then, you showed up in a snowstorm. Like some beautiful dream or something."
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