Tempting Meredith

by Samantha Ann King

  He didn’t know what had changed her mind about staying. Maybe she’d just calmed down enough to realize Charlie wasn’t a threat. He didn’t care as long as she stayed.

  When she was halfway through her pancakes, he said, “I thought we’d get in some target practice this afternoon. Or we could take the ATVs, check out the ranch, maybe do some fishing.”

  “You’d trust me with a gun after last night?”

  He snorted. “You were scared, not homicidal.”

  She lifted a brow. “You’re sure about that.”

  “Yep. The homicidal part anyway. The scared part? Well, anger usually stems from fear, so I’m figuring that’s where yours came from.”

  “Really?” That simple word questioned his convictions, maybe even his sanity. Well, not the word so much as the tone.

  “Think about it,” he said. “When I’m angry, I look deeper. Past the anger. I almost always find fear hiding there.”

  She frowned, and he held his breath, hoping he hadn’t pissed her off. She finished her pancakes before she spoke again. “I’ve never ridden an ATV. That sounds fun. Fishing? Not so much.”

  “Have you fished before?”

  “Yes.”

  “Catch anything?” Usually people who didn’t like fishing had never caught one.

  “Yes. Catfish.”

  “You didn’t like it?” he asked, truly baffled.

  “I liked eating it. Delicious. I didn’t like sitting in the heat, slapping at bugs with one hand and holding a pole with the other.”

  “Ah, the bugs.”

  “If you’d like to fish, I’ll sit in the shade and keep you company.”

  “Nah, that’s okay. Maybe some other time.” She was spending the afternoon with him. The rest wasn’t important.

  Three hours later, they sat in the shade of live oaks on their ATVs about fifty yards from the edge of the lake. Not fishing, just talking. Even the lulls were comfortable. Occasionally Meredith reached out and dragged a finger along his arm. Call him a horndog, but it gave him hope that he’d get her into bed with him tonight.

  Those touches were driving him crazy until Meredith climbed off her ATV, tiptoed onto his footrest and swung her leg over his seat, straddling it and facing him. She placed her hands on his thighs and leaned forward. Those big, beautiful blue eyes held his. The temperature went up by about a hundred degrees. And how the hell did she still smell so good? Like fresh air and sunshine and a hint of piña colada. They’d both sweated through their shirts. The soft white fabric of hers clung to all her squishy curves.

  She leaned even closer, and her hands slid up to the juncture of his legs and hips. Close enough to his cock that it snapped to attention. Her lips brushed the bristles along his jaw. He sucked in his breath, trying to tame his dick. Don’t get excited. Nothin’ happenin’. Not out in the open like this. She’d made that clear last night. Maybe if they had a tent.

  Her lips drifted down his neck. “I liked the ride.” Her voice was low and sexy. She dipped her tongue in the hollow at the base of his throat then traced it with the tip. “I love the way you taste.”

  When she talked like that, it was difficult to control his reactions. He wanted to strip her, lay her back on the ATV’s seat and worship her. Instead, he rested his hands on her waist and let her continue exploring. This was her hunt, and he’d let her lead it. He was sure curious as to where it would take them.

  She rubbed up against him, and her hair tickled his neck. Her hands slid firmly up his chest and stopped at his shoulders then pressed forcefully enough that he didn’t mistake her intention. He didn’t fight her but lay back against the rack.

  Without warning, she dragged her shirt over her head and tossed it. Her hair settled around her shoulders like a blond cloud. Despite the fact that his eyes bugged out of his head, he didn’t see where the shirt went. This was not what he’d expected when he suggested the ATV tour. All that flawless skin and a white lace bra. Her tat’s dandelion seeds were scattered above the low waist of her jeans.

  He looked around as best as he could flat on his back to make certain they were alone. As far as he could tell, their only company was bugs and birds. He knew how she felt about bugs. He cleared his throat. “Uh, what—?”

  She pressed her fingers to his lips. “Shh. Don’t talk. Don’t think. Just feel.”

  His words from her lips confused him. The game room wasn’t private enough, but the lake was? What the hell?

  She slipped her hands under his T-shirt and spread her fingers on his abdomen. Slowly, inch by inch, she gathered and lifted the fabric, her palms skimming his flesh. His skin felt tight, tingly, and he couldn’t tell if it was because of her hands on him or her eyes. Probably both. He sure liked both. Because she was looking at his skin like it was something special. That wondrous expression on her face made his heart swell and pound out a slow, heavy beat.

  She leaned over him and her breasts threatened to spill from her bra. Her nipples peeked above the lace. He licked his lips in anticipation.

  His shirt bunched at his shoulders, so he lifted his arms above his head. She smiled and tugged it off. It disappeared, and he didn’t care if he ever saw it again because her lace-covered breasts were just out of range of his mouth, and if he was very patient she might reward him with a taste.

  She brushed her nipple across his mouth. The lace rasped against his lips. He opened to take her in, to suck the pert bud through the peekaboo fabric, but she withdrew the promise. Her smile teased.

  She straightened and sat back. “You’re very good at this.”

  “Huh?”

  She unbuckled his thick leather belt. “Patience. You’re more patient than I am.”

  She unbuttoned and unzipped his fly. She was about to find out how impatient he was. She parted the denim, and his cock sprang free. Relieved of the suffocating restraint of his jeans, it jutted toward her. He held his breath, resisting the almost overwhelming urge to beg her to touch him. But goddamn, he wanted her hands wrapped around him.

  She smiled and licked her lips then leaned over and dragged her breasts over his groin, his stomach, his chest, before arching her back and thrusting them proudly. He didn’t move, but it was killing him. A small groan escaped that he was afraid sounded like one of the dogs whining for attention.

  Her hands disappeared behind her, and in seconds her bra gaped and slid down her arms. Everything in him wanted to slide his hands up from her waist and fill his palms with those silky globes. Instead, he tightened his grip on her waist and watched the leafy shadows play where he wanted. She leaned over the side of the ATV. Her breasts jiggled and then he heard a clunk and seconds later another clunk. Her shoes, maybe. He didn’t care.

  A breeze hardened her small rosy nipples, and his mouth watered. He swallowed so he didn’t choke. She stood, dislodging his hands, and her fingers hovered over the button of her jeans. Not in indecision. No, she was teasing him, and his cock jerked in response. She took her time with the button. She unzipped her fly even slower—tooth by tooth. He couldn’t think clearly enough to count, but there must have been a thousand.

  When the tab stopped at the bottom, she swung a leg over the seat and stood on the footrest, her back to him. She gifted him with a sultry, over-the-shoulder smile before hooking her thumbs in the waist of the jeans and nudging it past the lush curves of her ass. He fisted his hands, flexed them and then grabbed the cushioned edge of the seat, trying to ground himself. She kicked the denim off then straddled him again. She lowered herself until her damp panties and her hot pussy enfolded his cock. He felt like a teenager with his first girly magazine. Ready to spill. He focused on the dandelion tat—the stem, the seed head, the cottony seeds tumbling across her belly. Anything to keep from embarrassing himself.

  She swirled her hips, and he couldn’t stand it any longer. He thrust again
st her, grinding, not caring that her panties separated them. The tips of her breasts grazed his chest, and her whisper tickled his ear. “You can touch now.”

  His heart jumped, and his stomach did joyous flip-flops. Fuck. Where to start? He cupped her breasts in both hands. Her skin was silky and hot, and he relished their weight and shape and smoothness.

  She closed her eyes, arched her spine and threw back her head. Her expression was blissful. Her heartbeat fluttered against his palm. He guided one nipple to his mouth, sucking the honeyed tip while rolling the other between his fingers.

  She moaned and rubbed her pussy along his length. She slipped her hand between them, and he thought her goal was his cock. Instead, she gathered the crotch of her panties to the side and then pulsed her hips so her slick, hot sex glided up and down. He wanted to bury himself in her. He grabbed her hips, prepared to do just that until he remembered.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck! I don’t have a condom.”

  “Tsk, tsk,” she said, her voice lighter than the situation warranted. “I thought you country boys were always prepared.”

  “After last night...” he croaked, not finishing the thought.

  She shook her head. “Charlie, you give up too easily.”

  “You safe-worded.”

  “Have I used my safe word today?”

  “No, but you were—”

  “I stayed, didn’t I?”

  “Yeah, but I didn’t think— Not out here. At home. In my room.”

  She leaned over the side and rummaged around. When she came up, she held a condom between her thumb and finger.

  Relief left him lightheaded. Either that or the blood had evacuated his brain for the more pleasurable climes of his groin. He grabbed for the condom, but she held it high.

  “I don’t think we’re ready for it yet.”

  He closed his eyes, focusing on controlling himself, desperate not to scare her off or take this moment from her. How could he expect her to trust him if he didn’t trust her?

  “Sit up and scoot back,” she said.

  He obeyed immediately. His neck muscles had been about ready to give out without anything to support his head hanging off the back of the ATV.

  She lowered her head between his spread thighs and flicked her tongue to the milky-white bead poised on the tip of his penis. His cock twitched. She swirled her tongue around the head, round and round before flattening it at the base and slurping up the length and back down again as if she were licking a popsicle. Then without warning she sucked him in and swallowed him whole. His body convulsed. His abdomen shuddered. His breathing stopped. His balls drew up. He was gonna come before he got inside her.

  No fucking way. He threaded his hands through her hair and pulled her off. He was about to confess his weakness when a movement in the trees about twenty yards away caught his attention. “Wait,” he murmured, keeping his voice low. “We’re not—”

  “Shhh. I said you could touch me. I didn’t say you could talk.”

  “But we’ve got c—”

  “Quiet!” She lapped at his cock and gently massaged his balls.

  Fucking shit. “Red!”

  She froze.

  It only took him a few seconds without her mouth distracting him, to make out the silhouette. “Blaine,” he exclaimed softly, knowing this was the end of what had turned into one of the best afternoons of his life. It was about to become one of the worst.

  Meredith relaxed. “Then it’s okay.”

  Obviously she didn’t understand or hadn’t heard. “He’s watch—” The shadow disappeared.

  “You’re certain it’s Blaine?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then he’s not a threat. He won’t hurt us.” Her suggestive gaze was focused on him, and he didn’t think he’d ever seen her looking so sensual. She crawled onto his lap, her knees on either side of his hips, her folds teasing his cock. “He’s just curious,” she whispered in his ear.

  “But last night—”

  “Was last night. This is today.” She tugged at his earlobe with her teeth. “It’s okay with me if it’s okay with you.”

  What the fuck? Just when he thought he had her figured out.

  “Are you ready to go to green?” she asked. “Because if you’re not, I need to finish myself off. I’ve had the female equivalent of blue balls once in my life. Not an experience I care to repeat.”

  Oh, hell no. Someday he’d watch her fuck herself. That was a sight he’d love to see. But not when he was so desperate to be inside her that his eyes were crossing.

  “It’s green,” he said. Then he flipped her over so she was on her belly on the seat of the ATV, her legs open wide, giving him the view of a lifetime. Her ass and pussy spread before him like Thanksgiving dinner. And he was about to feast. Blaine was probably still in the woods, watching. Charlie would be. And for some reason that made Charlie’s cock so hard that if he didn’t fuck her now he would lose his mind. He pried the condom from her fist, ripped open the package and rolled it on his cock in record time. Then he shoved her panties to the side, parted her ass cheeks and briefly thought of plunging into that pretty pucker. Not this time. For one thing, he didn’t have any lube. But if she was game for it, then soon.

  He angled her hips up and in one smooth thrust, impaled her. She arched back, lifting her breasts off the rack and taking him deeper. God, how had he gotten so lucky? Fucking this woman in the middle of the land he loved. He peered into the trees where he’d last seen Blaine. If he was still there, he was getting a show to remember.

  In the space between the seat and their bodies, Meredith’s hand found his balls and stroked, her fingers slick with her juices.

  “Fuck, yeah.” He moaned. “That’s it. Ah, God, Meredith, you’re amazing.”

  He pummeled her with his cock. In and out, his balls pressed between her cunt and her wet hand. Every nerve in his body was alive, alert, straining for completion. He saw the movement then. There in the copse of trees, not more than five feet from where he’d seen Blaine. He was still there, watching them. The thought sent Charlie off like a fucking cannon. Meredith’s walls clamped around him, wringing everything from him. Every breath, every thought, every desire, every last drop of his seed.

  * * *

  Blaine had just wanted some alone time after spending most of the day campaigning. He’d been walking quietly, a habit formed from years of hunting, when he’d seen them.

  Fuck. He didn’t know who was sexier—Charlie or Meredith. But both of them together was a sight that paralyzed him. He told himself that a gentleman would turn his back and leave. Give them the privacy they expected. Well, maybe not expected, since they were out in the middle of God and everybody. But they deserved more from him. His feet weren’t listening. Or if they were, they refused to obey. His cowboy boots remained planted in the leaves and dirt and undergrowth.

  Meredith saw him, looked him right in the eyes. He thought she was gonna stop. Instead, she stripped off her jeans. An invitation or his own twisted, wishful thinking? She straddled Charlie again, and when she rubbed her cunt against Charlie’s cock, Blaine licked his hand, stuck it down the front of his jeans and grasped his dick in a punishing grip. Not the best lubricant, but he hadn’t hiked from the road to the lake to jack off. Then Charlie saw him, and Blaine stepped back into the trees, the shadows. He needed to get the hell out of there before Charlie beat the shit out of him, but he didn’t. Nothing like living dangerously.

  He held his breath while they exchanged words he couldn’t hear over the blood pounding in his ears.

  Suddenly, Charlie flipped her onto the seat and stood above her, giving Blaine an X-rated view of Charlie’s cock. Blaine gasped at the sight, and his skin tightened painfully with desire for Charlie’s touch. Blaine unbuckled his belt and opened his fly for better access. He leaned b
ack against the trunk of a tree, knocking his hat off. He didn’t care. He spread his legs. When Charlie plunged into Meredith, Blaine’s anus constricted as if Charlie were fucking him, because how many times had he jerked off with visions of Charlie up his ass, standing over him, dominating him the way he was now dominating Meredith, powering into her?

  His thrusts matched Charlie’s. And Meredith’s. Because God, they were both laid out before him. Meredith’s back and neck arched and her full breasts dangled and bounced in time to their horizontal dancing. Her gaze was focused on the spot where he’d stood when she first saw him. The tree’s rough bark scraped his back through his shirt, and he welcomed the pain that heightened the pleasure.

  Charlie mastered her. His broad shoulders, his wide, muscular chest, his jeans low on his narrow hips, his strong hands gripping her. Blaine’s middle finger stretched for that hole he so desperately wanted Charlie to fill. He teased it, pulsed against the rim. It was the beginning of the end.

  Blaine’s breathing came harsh and fast. His balls drew up, and he gave one last uncoordinated thrust before he stopped and hot come fountained over his shirt and dripped down his hand. His mouth opened in a silent scream. His mind blanked of everything except the pleasure and the need to stay quiet, hidden. They knew he was there, but they’d allowed him to stay, and he wasn’t about to intrude any more than he already had.

  When the spasms of the orgasm had passed, he slumped against the tree and dropped his chin to his chest. His arms hung uselessly at his sides. He should leave, get back to the house. But then what? Hide in his office?

  No. He needed to apologize. To both of them.

  He shoved off the tree and tucked his satiated cock back into his jeans. Not now. Later, when they returned to the house.

  He watched them as his trembling fingers zipped, buttoned and buckled. They weren’t moving. He wished he had that luxury, wished he was wrapped up with them in the beautiful package they presented on the back of the ATV.