Abducted by the Mountain Man

by Ambrielle Kirk

  “Wire the money. I’m kind of busy right now,” he replied.

  “Naw, man. I don’t want this traced. You either take it now or leave it,” the guy said. “I can certainly use me a new ride if you leave it.”

  “Fuck that. I want my cash.” Trent turned back to Zaira and held his palm out. “Come with me?”

  “Let’s call it a night.” Her heart seeped with regret as she fought herself from speaking the next words. “My friend, Pam, is here and I’m sure she’ll give me a ride home.” She reached up and stroked his cheek as a gesture of peace. “Go get your money. You deserve it.”

  Zaira picked up her cocktail and turned without another word.

  Zaira was fresh out of the shower when her cell phone began to ring. She ran over to the nightstand and picked it up without checking caller ID.

  “Hello?”

  “Zaira.” It was Trent.

  Her heart skipped a couple beats and she clutched the towel just before her fingers went completely lax. “Hi,” she breathed.

  “I needed to know if you made it home safely.”

  “I did. Thank you.” She sat on the bed, put the phone on speaker output, and grabbed a bottle of lotion. “I was just getting ready for bed.”

  “We had quite a night. You must be really tired.”

  She shrugged and smoothed the lotion over her arms. “Well, you’re the one who left with the win.”

  “I would have rather left with you.”

  Even over the phone, his voice sent warm sensations up her spine. Or maybe it was the cool air hitting her skin from the vent above her bed.

  “Some days you can have cake and ice cream, other days you can only have cake. And sometimes you end up with nothing at all.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked.

  “You didn’t leave with me, so I hope you at least got something out of the deal and hooked up with Eve. It looks like she’s ready to blow your mind and your dick.”

  Zaira couldn’t believe her nerves right now, but seeing another woman dote on Trent must have really gotten to her. Maybe the distance between them had her spewing these begrudging words.

  “I don’t want Eve,” he said.

  “That’s too bad.” She applied some of the lotion to her legs and feet. “You told me once that you liked to celebrate your wins with no strings sex. So didn’t you?”

  He exhaled loudly into the phone. “You know, sometimes I wonder if I’m at a disadvantage in trying to convince you that you’re the only woman for me when you know so much about me. The good and the bad…and the ugly.”

  “Probably. We’re like brother and sister. We just had a bad fallout at one point, that’s all. Let’s not repeat it.”

  “Is that how you really feel?”

  She squeezed more lotion into her palm and applied it to her torso as she spoke. “This is probably our sign. Remember what we agreed on? After tonight, we’d decide if crossing the line was a good idea. I think we have enough evidence to say that this was not a good idea.”

  “It sounds like you’re running around. What are you doing?” Trent asked.

  “Seriously? I’m putting some lotion on my body.”

  He cleared his throat. “I can help you with that.”

  “I bet you could,” she said. “I’m almost done. I just have my thighs and ass left.”

  “Fuck,” he mumbled.

  Zaira chuckled. “See? You should stop asking me intimate stuff. If we’re going to agree to be friends, it would be wise to at least pretend that we’re not attracted to each other.”

  “I remember when you got your first tattoo a year ago. That same weekend, some R.R. brothers had a pool party and you and your friends came by. I could tell it was new and your first one. Maybe a few days old. You were proud of it and you wore that two piece bikini to show it off, didn’t you?”

  Zaira’s breath caught in her throat and she caught a glance of herself in the mirror by her bed. She looked just as flustered as she felt. Enough time had passed since she’d exited the shower, but a rush of heat suddenly filled her pussy.

  Trent continued when she didn’t speak. “It’s a black and red butterfly on your lower back. That day I tried to pretend that I was only admiring your new tattoo, but I was really admiring your ass.”

  Her sex clenched and a jolt of pleasure surged up her spine. She knew what he was trying to do. Nope. It wasn’t going to work. She would not be taken by temptation. When her contract at Svelte was up, she’d stay far away from his smooth talk and magnet dick.

  “I’m sure you were, unless you had a change of heart about your favorite body part on a woman,” she said.

  “I bet your ass is just as plump and round as it was that day in those flimsy bikini bottoms,” he continued. “I wanted to take you somewhere, untie the strings, and fuck you like it was my last day on Earth.”

  Fever rushed over her body. She inhaled and exhaled silently so that Trent couldn’t detect her reaction.

  Zaira got up with the phone and pulled out a pair of black lace panties from her dresser and slipped into them. She turned her back to the mirror and looked to peek at the tattoo that he spoke of. It had been her first and only tattoo, but Trent was right. She was proud of it and the ass she worked so hard at the gym to maintain.

  “You know what, Trent?” she asked. “You wouldn’t know what to do with this ass if it was right there in your face.”

  Zaira promptly disconnected the call and activated her “do not disturb” settings.

  Chapter Eight

  Zaira jerked upright in her bed when a sound startled her. She immediately looked to the right on her nightstand, picked up her cell phone, and squinted at the dimly lit screen. Hadn’t she just fallen asleep?

  “Don’t tell me it’s eight o’ clock already,” she grumbled. It felt like she’d just laid her head down on the pillow.

  Thunder rumbled just outside her bedroom window and lightning blazed behind the curtains for a nanosecond. “It’s just a thunderstorm,” she breathed. She rubbed her eyes and collapsed back against her pillows.

  There was a knock at the door.

  “Maybe not,” she grumbled.

  Who the hell was knocking on her door at this time of night?

  Getting out of the bed, she threw on a silk robe over her nightgown. Whoever it was seemed very persistent. There was another knock right before she walked out of her bedroom.

  Zaira pressed the intercom button to speak into the microphone. “Who the fuck is it?”

  There was silence and she almost thought it was a prank until the visitor spoke almost a full minute later.

  “It’s Trent.”

  “What!” She activated the video on the security system and saw Trent’s familiar frame standing by her door. In disbelief, she undid the locks and swung the door open.

  Sure enough Trent was physically standing there. He was drenching wet from his hair down to his leather clothes and boots.

  Zaira blinked several times, taking in his appearance. She had to admit that he was gorgeous as hell, even if it looked like someone poured a bucket of water on him “You’re wet! Did you drive your motorcycle here in the rain?”

  “Yeah, I did.” A guilty expression crossed over his face. “My car is in the shop for the weekend. Aren’t you going to invite me inside?”

  “You drove here in the middle of a thunderstorm? Are you crazy?”

  Trent quirked an eyebrow. “Yes and yes.”

  “Oh my gosh,” she mumbled.

  “I want to come inside…of your house.”

  His look was dark and hungry as it moved slowly up her body like a caress. Her gaze fell to the tight bulge in his leather pants. She bit into her bottom lip thinking about how hard his cock felt against her ass at the party. If he had come to argue some more, she was certainly ready for him. Something ran hot within her, but she was afraid that it wasn’t the yearning to initiate a fight at all.

  “Come in.”

  Trent
bent down, took off his wet boots, and sat them just inside the foyer before coming inside. The next item that came off was his leather jacket and then his shirt. He hung the jacket and shirt on her coat rack.

  Zaira’s toes curled in the carpet as his tanned, muscular torso came into full view. Tattoos covered more than seventy percent of his chest and she found them to be a work of art whenever she had the privilege of seeing them. The chain and pendant he always wore sparked bright in the dark room.

  “What are you doing here?” she mumbled.

  Trent caught her gaze, his eyes burning through hers like molten lava. In that instant she knew why he was there. It was written all over his face.

  He ran his tongue along the seam of his lips. “Take off your robe.”

  She licked her own lips as her gaze dropped and danced across his package. “Why are you here?”

  “To give you something you’ll never forget. You’ll remember the night we crossed the line.”

  “I hope so,” Zaira said without hesitation and she untied the belt of her robe, letting it fall open to reveal her black chemise.

  “You are so fucking sexy. You just don’t know…” he groaned.

  “You are so very hot,” she replied. “And I think you know it.”

  Trent closed the gap between them and pushed the robe off her shoulders, letting it fall to her feet. He captured her mouth, instantly meeting her tongue. She kissed him back with equal pressure, because she wanted this. He ended up with his back pressed to the door. She almost wished that he would fuck her right then and there at the door. But she knew better than anyone else that she needed more than a quick fuck.

  “You can stop me now,” he mumbled against her collarbone, laying kisses on her skin.

  “Why would I do that?” She pulled at the buckles of his belt, unhooking it. “I want you to fuck me now.”

  He moaned when her fingers dipped into his waistband. They both assisted in sliding down his leather pants until he was standing there in his boxer briefs. His cockhead was literally jutting out of his underwear. His abs were rock hard and his cock looked equally hard.

  Taking her face gently in both hands he kissed her again and lured her to walk backwards toward her bedroom. They bumped into a sofa, the coffee table, and something else on the way inside.

  He immediately got down to business and slipped the straps of her chemise down. The silk fabric fell to the floor with ease. He pushed her backward and lowered her to the bed. For the next ten minutes or so, he nearly tortured her by dragging his fingers and mouth all over her body, shoulders, breasts, hips, and thighs.

  She almost wondered if he was teasing her as he left her sex unattended.

  Trent slid upward and took a breast in his hand. He sucked sensuously until she was writhing on the bed beneath him, then he switched sides showing the same care to the other.

  She was so hot and horny that she slipped her fingers down between them and rubbed her aching clit.

  “Fuck, woman,” he groaned and kissed a line downward against her belly until he reached her mound. He lifted her fingers to his mouth and sucked on those too. The taste must have satisfied him, because he slipped two fingers inside of her before sucking them into his mouth again.

  “Trent, please.”

  He parted her swollen lips. “You’re wet already, but you’re sweeter than peach cobbler. I knew it.” Holding her open, he covered her clit with his mouth.

  She cried out on a ragged breath as he stroked her with his tongue. Her warm muscles contracted around him and she lifted her hips for him.

  Taking the hint, he hooked one arm under a leg and used his other hand to pressed her thighs back against her belly. She was utterly open and exposed to him and he took full advantage of it. His tongue speared her pussy, capturing the essence on his tongue. He alternated between licking her clit, sucking her swollen lips, and penetrating her with his tongue. Her frenzy was uncontrollable and he sent her near the edge over and over again.

  Two fingers speared her, entering her with force. He drove his fingers in and out of her and she bit her lips to keep from crying out too loud.

  What took her over the edge was when he looked up and captured her gaze while tongue fucking her. Her orgasm was hard and long, but she held their stare with the same intensity he held her pussy to his hungry mouth.

  After she came down from her orgasm, he licked her like she was a bowl of cream. She wanted to come again, but she wanted to feel complete with him inside.

  “You’re just as satisfying as I thought,” he moaned.

  “Trent, baby, enough,” she panted. “I need you inside me.”

  He came down over her, kissing her lips. His fingers entered her again, and he drove into her with precise strokes, hitting her g-spot each time.

  Zaira sucked his tongue into her mouth and he did the same. He was gentle as he dipped his digits into her pussy with just the right amount of pressure. She literally bit his lip as another storm built inside of her. She wasn’t aware of how much time had passed, but before long her toes were curling under again in what felt like an orgasm to rival all others.

  “You’ve got to be kidding me.” She panted. “I’m now convinced that you came to kill me.”

  “Never.” He grinned, pulling his briefs down. “I’m not done with you yet.”

  Zaira nearly swooned when she saw his cock. It was perfect. Thick crown, long girth, veins protruding with blood desire, slightly bent to the left, and exquisite looking. She wanted a taste of his passion. She wanted to suck him dry. She licked her lips.

  “I forgot my pants are on the floor in your livi—”

  “In the nightstand. Middle drawer.” She already knew what he was referring to, and she simply didn’t have enough patience to wait for him to go back to the foyer to get a condom.

  As he opened the foil wrapper, she rose her upper body and traced the thick vein along his shaft and then took the bulbous head into her mouth. Her tongue covered every inch of him, coating him with moisture. She stroked him, squeezing the base and the shaft.

  “Oh…” he moaned, and grabbed her by the ponytail. He thrust his hips back and forth, meeting the back of her throat more than once.

  Without notice, he pulled his cock out of her mouth, flipped them over, and hoisted her on top of him. They both moaned when her pussy made contact with his dick, just along the opening.

  “You are so gorgeous. This first time, I want to see your pretty face, your sexy body. Everything. I want to watch as you take me inside of you.”

  Zaira positioned herself over him and Trent gripped her hips. She came down over him and he lifted his pelvis to meet her. It was a tight fit and she moved slowly, adjusting to his size. When she reached rock bottom, they both cried out in pleasure.

  Just as Trent requested, she kept her eyes on him as she worked herself up and down. Just as it was earlier at the party, she gave him his own private dance and she was most definitely the center of his attention and he was hers. She could see the concentration in his eyes as he looked at her with intense hunger.

  He took full advantage, moving his palm lovingly over her skin as she worked them up to yet another frenzy. The rhythm of his hips synced with hers, thrust for thrust. He traced her flat belly and her wide hips. He gripped at her thighs and ass. He kneaded her breasts. His hands—and eyes—were all over her.

  “You like having control?” he asked.

  “Yes.” She sank deeper and deeper, picking up speed.

  “I like having and taking it too.” He drove upward, hard, into her. “But a man knows when to relinquish control to a woman he cares about, respects, and loves.”

  “Yes.” It was all she could manage as she neared a peak.

  Trent grabbed her hips and gently rolled them over until her chest was flat on the bed and he was on top her. She balanced herself on her hands and knees on the bed.

  “Lovely fucking ass.” He kissed both mounds, leaving hot trails across her plump flesh. “My b
eautiful butterfly.”

  He spanked her ass and she screamed in surprise.

  He kneaded her tender skin, and then bent to kiss the same spot. “Your ass…right in front of my face. I know what to do with it.”

  “Trent—”

  He spanked her twice, one on each mound. Her bottom stung, but her insides clenched in need. He kissed her pussy lips from behind and slid his tongue from slit to anus, back and forth until her thighs were shaking.

  “Do you like what I’m doing to you?”

  “Yes,” she screamed. “But please…now”

  “Here it is.” He pressed his shaft onto her pussy. “You want my dick? Back that ass up on it.”

  Zaira gladly did so. She accepted him easily into her drenched canal, protesting when he pulled out almost completely.

  He slammed back into her and she screamed his name. From there on out, she relented control. He’d taken the reigns, set the tempo, and ferocity of his thrusts.

  “Oh, baby,” she panted.

  Trent grabbed her ponytail holder and snatched it out, then grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled back. He pressed his lips against her ear. “Remember all that shit you talked over the phone. Talk that shit now.”

  Zaira grinned. “Okay, you got me…just fuck me now and we can talk shit later.”

  “That’s the Zaira I know.” He nipped gently at her neck. “You want action. No problem. I can give you the business.”

  She moaned at the delicious sensations running through her and found his rhythm. She matched it. Her moist sex clamped around him and her nails dug into the mattress as she took the entire length of him. His moans were sexy and primal. His grip was firm, yet welcome.

  Her body vibrated and rich sensations melted over her skin. His name rushed from her mouth at the same time a climax rolled through her. He stroked through her release, prolonging the satisfaction.

  When her knees were too weak to hold herself any longer, he turned her around and pulled her thighs over his so that she was straddling him as he sat.

  “I want to see your beautiful face,” Trent said, pushing her hair back from her face and running his fingers through it.