by Marie Jermy
“They’re going fishing.”
“Well, I didn’t think they were going skydiving,” she said, tongue stuck firmly in cheek.
“They’re going to the Beaverhead River.”
“No. Really?”
Without warning, Matt clapped a hand around her nape and tugged her to crash into the hard planes of his chest. His other arm saved her from falling from her bike. And his demanding kiss did wicked things to her breasts, her pussy, and everything else in between. She was breathless and mindful of a wet and throbbing pussy by the time he pulled back. His eyes searched her face for a second and then he angled his head toward the bank of pine trees. She nodded and wheeled her bike after him.
Once there, however, he surprised her. He didn’t fuck her against the nearest tree like Darcy thought he’d do, but rather he locked their bikes together and began walking farther through the greenery. She followed, wondering where he was going. And then she heard it. The sound of bubbling water.
Matt rounded another tree, and Darcy was met with the sight of a deep, narrow stream gurgling and flowing with almost clear waters. He shrugged the backpack from off his shoulders and set it on the grassy bank. He pointed his arm upstream.
“That way goes to Silver Creek Lake.” He turned and his arm aimed downstream. “And that goes to the Beaverhead River. This stream links the two together.”
“How big is Silver Creek Lake?” she asked while Matt took the towel from the backpack, shook it out, and laid it down. She sat cross-legged beside him.
“Five miles, I do believe. It’s almost a perfect circle. Mona runs it every day.” He frowned as if a thought had occurred to him. “We call it a lake, but I s’pose really it’s nothing more than a pond.”
“I disagree. Lakes come in all shapes and sizes. Ponds are what you find in somebody’s back garden.”
He chuckled and lifted a hand to tuck a twist of frizzy hair behind her ear. “It’s beautiful, especially at night with a full moon. The moonbeams make the waters shimmer with a ghostly, silvery light. Gives the whole area a magical quality. It’s always been there.”
“And the town? What’s its history?”
“It was founded just over a century ago when a couple of prospectors discovered a rich pocket of silver at the lake. The news spread, bringing in miners and their families, and they settled here. They named the town Silver Creek, not after the lake and its magical atmosphere at night but because of the silver that they mined.”
“So Silver Creek’s a relatively new town?”
He nodded. “The mine shaft is in the forest over at the far edge of the lake. The miners used the stream to transport the silver to the Beaverhead River and then on to Dillon and beyond. The shaft’s boarded up now for safety, although I’m sure kids still play there. I know I did until Mom caught me. What she told me about the mine was probably a wagonload of horseshit, but at the age of ten, I believed her.”
With a grin, Darcy uncurled her legs and rested back on her elbows. Matt followed her down, lying on his side propped up with one elbow, his other hand free to roam. Out of the glare of the sun, it was cool under the canopy of pine trees, their scented, coniferous, spiny branches reaching up as far as the eye could see.
Again, Matt surprised her. He made no attempt to touch her. His free hand remained on the towel between them. His fingers, which she’d already noted as thick and made for fucking, lay about an inch or so from her bare arm. Instead, he was in a chatty mood. She swallowed the disappointment and prayed he wouldn’t get too personal. On the subjects of her career and hobbies, she was happy to talk, but any questions as to former boyfriends and her parents, then Matt could forget it.
“Your specialty is volcanoes. Tell me, what’s the attraction?”
A smile touched her lips. Everybody asked that. Darcy thought for a moment. What answer could she give to Matt that would be different from all the other times she had answered the same question? She really wanted Matt to share her interest, to be interested. She didn’t know the reason why. She only intended to stay in Silver Creek for the two weeks, and then she’d be gone, and their paths were unlikely to cross again. For another reason, not seeing Matt again made her sad. “Have you ever seen a volcanic eruption?” she finally asked.
“Only on TV, if that counts.”
“It’s magnificent.”
“And hot, I would imagine,” he interjected with a cocky smile.
Darcy laid her back against the towel then so she could use her elbow to poke him with. His sexy chuckle was as agreeable as the pine-scented air. She put her other arm behind her head and stared up at the green canopy. Patches of blue sky showed through the spiny branches, giving it a mosaic look. “I stand at a safe distance, smart-ass.” This time, his chuckle made her belly flip. She sighed. “To see all that power, Mother Nature at her best and worst, is truly awe-inspiring.”
“And deadly.”
“Mmm. Yes, very deadly.” She again sighed. “I’d like to be involved with other scientists with the devising of a warning system like they have for tornadoes and hurricanes. Volcanoes can be more predictable than earthquakes. Normally there’s an accumulation of physical and scientific data.”
“Such as?”
Darcy turned her head toward Matt. “We measure and monitor volcanoes from all over the world. If there’s a change in their shape, or size, a surge in the rate of gases leaked, sulfur dioxide being the main one, and an increase in seismic activity—”
“Earthquake tremors?” he interrupted.
“Yes. All those can indicate that an eruption is imminent.”
He was silent for a moment. “A warning system?” He smiled and expressed a note of admiration and interest. “Sounds good. Won’t be worth shit if the super volcano in Yellowstone erupts. If that goes, and the enormous loss of life aside, then the impact on the environment, climate, topography, as well as the economy would be catastrophic for decades to come.”
She slid him a long glance. Was he taking the piss? No, it didn’t look like it. If anything, he appeared very knowledgeable. Matt had told her that he hadn’t had a clue what Danny Ferris had been on about with the Old Faithful study that she and Danny had participated in. Now she wondered if Matt actually did know. “What about you?” she asked, her own curiosity kicking in. “You’re a cop.”
“And a damned good one at that.”
She smiled at his cockiness. “Sure of yourself, aren’t you?”
“If I weren’t, then I wouldn’t be good,” he immediately countered. “Being a cop is in my blood. It’s what I’ve always wanted to do. It was made all the sweeter when I graduated from the academy and an opening came up in Silver Creek. I know I can help make a difference in my hometown. I can protect, and I can serve.”
Matt gave her a pointed look, and in the blink of an eye, the air between them became hot and static. The hair on her arms rose, and Darcy was sure she could see the scurrying clouds within his darkening sky-blue and penetrative gaze. His hand shifted then, closing the inch gap.
She watched his fingers doodle down and around the shoulder and armhole seams of her tank top. His featherlike touch made her body tingle with the need for him to take position between her thighs and fuck her long and hard. She only hoped he was the one carrying condoms. If not, then she was truly fucked.
She bent one of her knees and then let it flop open. As if he was surprised, Matt’s eyes widened a fraction, but he must have guessed what she was thinking because he shifted his weight to rest over her. She lifted and bent her other leg over his back and cradled his pelvis between her thighs. His cock pressed hard, and his half-lidded eyes were now dark with desire.
Then he was kissing her, his lips and tongue exploring every part of her mouth as she returned the kiss with equal enthusiasm. She reached down and fondled his ass cheeks through the material of his shorts, squeezing and pressing him closer to her. She caught and swallowed his leaked groan before he drew back.
He curled a frizzy twi
st of hair around his fingers, his manly cinnamon and leather smell curling around her. A smile touched his lips. “Remember, Darcy, nights of hot fucking always follow from dancing at Rustlers.”
Darcy caught the emphasis Matt put on the word “nights.” If he was suggesting another time, then he definitely didn’t have condoms. She swallowed, half with relief, half still with apprehension. “Not now?”
“Sorry. I am okay health-wise. You know, nothing to catch…”
“Me, too.”
He nodded. “I still like to practice safe sex, though. But I just remembered, I didn’t bring any condoms. And I don’t believe you have any in that purse of yours, either.”
Again, she swallowed, but thankfully Matt didn’t press for details of her purse’s exact contents. She relaxed a little.
“Not on the pill then? If you don’t mind me asking.”
She shook her head. “No. I had the coil fitted, but I had it taken out when—” She stopped and mentally kicked her ass for almost letting it slip how on one occasion Kurt had beaten her so badly, the coil had to be removed because doctors had feared for her fertility. Even now she didn’t know if she could have children. So where that image of Matt and their daughter had come from, she had no fucking idea. She wet her suddenly dry lips with her tongue. “Tonight then?”
“Tonight.”
Thankfully, Matt again didn’t press for details for why she had the coil removed. On an impulse, she arched up and licked his chin. “Wear your uniform for me tonight.”
“Only if you wear the denim skirt and heels,” he countered.
“Okay. Where? My place or yours.”
He frowned. “Definitely not the Slumberland. I met a woman at the town’s centenary celebrations a couple of months back. Her name was Claire. She wasn’t local and was staying at the Slumberland. Harrison received a few complaints about our night of fucking. Man, she was a screamer.”
Darcy suppressed a laugh. “That doesn’t bode well, especially when you said earlier you’d make me scream. So your place then?”
“My place. The kitchen. The living room. Bathroom. The three bedrooms.”
“My, my. That is a lot of riding.”
“Mmm, a whole night of riding my cock, Darcy. I’m gonna fuck you in every way and position I can think of. Lick, finger, and fuck you. Gonna push my cock into your pussy as far as it will go. And I will make you scream. Loud and proud.”
Darcy angled her head, staring Matt straight in the eye. Those piercing, sky-blue depths held a challenging glint. His cocky side was showing again, and she decided she liked it. “You’re very confident.”
“Would you like a demonstration? A taster, as such?”
* * * *
Matt had only offered to demonstrate his ability with making a woman scream because he was curious. Darcy had been blowing hot and cold from the moment they’d met the day before, and he wanted to know why. He also wanted to know what was so important about that purse of hers, and of its contents now that he knew it definitely didn’t hold condoms. He figured that would have to wait, though, because finger-fucking or not, Darcy wouldn’t be revealing anything until she was more comfortable with him. And not just as a man, but as a cop, as well. The belief that something or someone from Darcy’s past had made her wary of the law was strong.
“So what’s this taster then? Will I enjoy it?”
He arched a brow at the hot woman beneath him who in his mind had asked a somewhat ridiculous question. “Enjoy it, Darcy?” He smiled and cupped her face in his hands. “I’m gonna fuck you with my fingers and make you come.”
“And would you like me to return the favor? Would you like me to blow you?”
Already hard, his cock twitched some more. Damn, if Darcy didn’t relieve him, Matt was sure he’d explode. He lowered his mouth to hers. “Oh, yeah. But ladies first.”
Her lips parted, and he slipped his tongue inside, running it along her teeth and then tangling it around hers. A ripple of excitement pulsed in his veins when her other leg joined the one bent around his back and clenched him tight. They were sandwiched so close that if they’d been naked and his cock was buried in her pussy, the tip of it would be tickling her tonsils.
Darcy drew in a shuddering breath. “Fuck me with your fingers.”
He chuckled. “In a hurry or something?” He nuzzled the delicious line of her neck, breathing in the subtle scent of erotic spices. “I wanna see your tits first. Fuck your sweet, pert breasts with my mouth.” She trembled, her moan soft, her “yes” even softer, and another ripple of excitement pulsed through him. “Mmm, you smell good.”
“Compliments of the Slumberland Hotel,” she whispered on what sounded like a sigh when he nibbled on an earlobe. “I used the shampoo and bodywash that they supply the guests with. It’s good stuff. Must have cost Mr. Harrison a bomb.”
“Probably did.” He switched to nibble on her other earlobe. “But if it gives him one over on Dave Thacker at the B and B, then he will splash the cash.”
“Competition?”
“You have no idea. Harrison and Thacker were the names of two of the miners who founded the town. They’re their descendants, their grandchildren. Or great-grandchildren. I forget which.” He then kissed her again, sealing their lips and driving his tongue deep into her mouth. Her fingers fisted his hair. Matt ratcheted up the heat by placing his hands under the tight globes of her ass and grinding his hard cock against her pussy. His heart slammed against his ribcage at the harsh moan she uttered when her back arched so her breasts were squashed flat on his chest. The stiff points of her nipples stabbed and burned his flesh through the cotton of his polo shirt.
Wanting his mouth on her breasts more than ever, he moved on to his knees. Darcy stared up at him through half-lidded eyes, her breathing coming in puffs of hurried air. He curled his fingers around the shoulder straps and tugged her tank top down her arms, the thick cotton material making her breasts jiggle as they popped out to reveal themselves in all their naked glory.
His mouth went dry. The mocha-colored nipples topping the rounded, brown sugar–colored flesh were peaked to perfection and begging for a taste. “Ah, Darcy. You have the sweetest, most beautiful tits.” He palmed her breasts, gauging their weight and marveling in their softness, then rubbed his thumbs over the ripe tips.
“Harder. Pluck them.”
Never wanting to disappoint a woman in her sexual preferences, Matt did as he was told, plucking and pinching the rock-hard pebbles. He was sure if he could throw them, they would shatter glass. Darcy cried out, and he felt a smile curving his lips. So Darcy was a screamer, too. Lowering his head, he flicked his tongue over one of the distended tips. Her whole body jerked, and her hands went to his thighs and squeezed tight, her nails digging into muscle.
“Harder,” she panted. “Suck my tits as hard as you can, Matt. Suck them and fuck them.”
His cock pounding to the same beat as the blood roaring through his veins at her words, he drew as much of her breast as he could into his mouth and suckled strongly. She cried out “yes,” and her nails dug deeper in his thighs before her hands returned to fist his hair. He plucked at her other nipple, making her whole body jerk and writhe against his as if she were dry-fucking him.
Matt began to pull back. This was getting too rough. Yes, she’d asked him to suck hard on her tits, but there was a fine line between pleasure and pain, and he knew if he carried on he’d hurt Darcy. He wasn’t into causing women pain for kicks, that was Raven’s style, not his. He’d been brought up to treat women with respect and care, both in and out of the bedroom. “Darcy, I—”
“No, don’t, Matt. I’m okay. Really. I want you. I want you to fuck my pussy with your fingers. I’m so wet. She’s throbbing. Please fuck me with your fingers. I wanna come in your hand.”
He inhaled deeply and blew it out slowly. Damn, he so much wanted to make her come, but…Darcy then must have realized the reason for his indecision.
“Oh, shit! Your sister
.” She reached up and cradled his face between her palms. “Matt, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t thinking. But listen, you are not hurting me. I’m not into BDSM or anything like that. I just like more stimulation.”
Still undecided, Matt scrambled to his feet and rubbed a hand across the back of his neck. He looked down, and his breath stilled in his lungs. How could he not love the beautiful women laid out below him? Love? He pushed the notion aside. His hammering heart was harder to ignore. He didn’t love Darcy. He just had a severe case of lust. Yeah, keep saying that and you might start believing it.
“Matt?”
The fire in Darcy’s dark-brown eyes implored him to finish what he’d started. How could he not? Her hands reached for him as he rejoined her, positioning his body over hers and bracing himself on one elbow. His other hand immediately went to the front of her denim shorts. For a moment, he fumbled with unfastening the button and zipper, but once he’d accomplished the task, his fingers pushed past the coarse material and then down inside her panties.
Matt groaned deep and long. Her pussy was baby-butt smooth. And she sure hadn’t been exaggerating when she’d said she was wet. He touched a fingertip to her beaded, slippery clit. She hissed and wriggled, making her shorts inch down over her hips, giving him better access. Pussy juice perfumed the air as he teased her hairless lips, keeping eye contact with her the whole time.
Easing his fingers through the fleshy and juicy folds, he sought her pussy entrance. Once found, he rimmed its perimeter a few times, smearing her juice, before pushing two fingers deep inside her. He groaned again. She was a snug sheath of slippery heat. Fuck, what he wouldn’t give to drive his cock into that tight, wet, hot pussy.
She clenched him tight as he fingered her, rubbing the heel of his palm against her beaded clit. Up until that moment Darcy’s eyes had been locked with his, but then they fluttered closed and her mouth opened to utter a long, drawn-out moan of pleasure.
“Is that good?” Matt asked. He increased the depth and speed of his fingers.
“Oh, God, Matt, yes!” She moved her head from side to side, her moans louder and her breathing faster. She arched up against his palm. “Harder. Just a little harder.”