With a flip of her middle finger in his general direction, she headed into her tent. She was glad she’d brought more than one change of clothes or she’d be walking around in her pajamas. She peeled her shirt off and threw it at the open tent flap. Her bra quickly followed it. No point in getting her bedding wet with her dripping clothes. With a curse, she pushed, shimmied and pried her pants down her legs. When she bent over to peel the remaining few inches from her legs, she heard a male groan behind her. Without standing, she turned to find Brent crouched half in and half out of her tent with a pained look on his face.
“What?” she huffed. With a final wiggle, she released her legs from the fabric and kicked her pants toward the door. She grinned when he didn’t budge and didn’t even lift his eyes from her ass.
“Do you always go without underwear?” His voice was strained and a quick look at his pants showed that someone else was interested in the answer to the question.
“Well, yeah. I usually end up wet while walking a stream and wet underwear causes chafing. Why, do you like the view?” Her sauciness was new and so out of character, but she couldn’t help herself. She stood and turned, watching him through half-closed eyes. He was so damn hot, and obviously hard. How could it not cause a huge improvement in her self-esteem when this man was looking at her like that?
He stood and stalked across the few feet of open tent-floor with animalistic grace. The raw lust in his eyes pulled a blush from her. She was naked and chilled by the water but she heated quickly when her eyes met his. He invaded her personal space enough that she fought the urge to take a step or two away from him. He lightly grabbed her face between his palms and bent until his nose touched hers. Soft words whispered over her lips. “I really like the view.”
Before she could register the words, he kissed her with possessive passion. There was nothing soft or exploratory about this kiss. He took her lips and drove his hot tongue beyond them, branding her with his taste. He forced her to respond, to tangle her tongue with his. His breaths mingled with hers and the intimacy of it blossomed deep in her soul. This kiss was more intimate, more soul-searing than any before. She could taste his desire and need on his tongue. He released her mouth and nipped along her jaw, using his head to force hers to tilt. Hot lips moved along her neck, sucking, tasting. A shiver raced down her spine when he blew warm air across the skin, scorchingly hot against the chilled flesh.
He released her face and stroked his hands down her naked skin. Goose bumps chased his touch. One arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her until her groin was firmly pressed against his. He was hot and hard against her chilled body. With his lips against the sensitive skin of her neck and his body wrapped around hers, she was putty in his hands. She melted with a sigh. Her head fell back and she just absorbed the feel of him against her.
“You’re cold, darlin’. Let’s crawl into your bag and let me warm you up.” His voice was strained and gravelly. She didn’t even open her eyes as she nodded. Yes, warm her, take her, burn her up. Anything he wanted, she would give.
With infinite slowness, he moved them backward toward her sleeping bag. She opened her eyes a slit and found him watching her as they took the few steps. She saw concern in his eyes. Concern for what, though, she wondered.
“You okay with this?” His question sparked a tickle along her consciousness. She was so okay with it that perhaps her morals had taken a hike for the week. She wanted Brent with a need that stole her breath.
It was more than that and she knew it. She liked him—liked him enough that it was probably a bad thing to fall into bed with him. Her body screamed for release though. She knew a wonderful, mind-blowing orgasm was around the corner and she wanted it, wanted it more than she had ever wanted anything before. Her body was opening up to these men like nothing she’d felt before. They brought out carnal needs she hadn’t even thought she had.
“Yes, I am definitely okay with this,” she answered with a little smile. Honesty seemed to be important to them, and she was learning to open up sexually. She grinned, ran her hands down his chest and gave his cock a little squeeze through his pants. “I want you so bad I can barely stand.”
He groaned before bending quickly and opening the bag on the ground. He urged her down and stripped his clothes off. His cock stood proud and hard, tempting her to give it a lick. She didn’t have much experience with giving blowjobs, but the urge to taste him rode her hard enough that she gave in. When Brent took a step closer to where she sat, she leaned forward and wrapped a hand around the base of his shaft. He was hot and smooth against her palm. She moved her hand up and down his cock just to feel the soft skin gliding through her hand. She grinned when he cursed lightly under his breath.
She looked up into his hooded eyes and knew at that moment she could do this. She was in control of this experience for now and would take full advantage of it. She kept his gaze locked with hers as she leaned forward to take a slow lick across the head of his cock. She was surprised by a small bead of precum on her tongue. He tasted salty and bitter and she wanted more. She licked around the rim and along the slit. She almost giggled as she watched him close his eyes and clench his fists at his sides.
With moist lips, she gave the head of his weeping cock a light kiss. He was hot against her mouth. Opening enough to slip him farther allowed her to swirl her tongue around the tight ridge of skin along the crown. With a slow slide, she took the first couple of inches of him into her mouth, suckling and licking. She wrapped a hand around his shaft and snugged her fist against her lips. He felt so smooth under her palm. She cupped his sac with her other hand and stilled as she felt the weight of him in her hand.
“God, don’t stop,” he groaned, and placed a shaking hand on her head, urging her on.
She chuckled and felt his legs shake. Her confidence soared. She took a little more between her lips and suckled, swiping her tongue along the satiny skin. She flicked along the underside of his cock as she slid him back into her mouth. Slow bobs up and down his shaft had his cock twitching against her lips. A deep moan rumbled in his chest and it lit a fire in her belly. She hummed around his shaft in response and was startled when he pulled out of her mouth with a loud pop.
“Christ, Arin. I want in you when I come, and if you keep doing that I’ll blow the top right off your head.” He bent down and got in front of her on his knees. “Lie down and scooch into the bag. I was serious about you being cold.”
She did as she was instructed and watched as he climbed into the one-person sleeping bag with her. He rolled them until he was on his back and she lay across his chest like a blanket, before zipping them into the bag. He wrapped his hand in her hair and pulled her down for another scorching kiss. His lips felt hot against hers, branding her with his heat. He invaded her mouth, her mind and her senses with the kiss. Hot, rough palms slid over her skin. He cupped a breast and rolled her nipple with his fingers, pinching enough to send zings of erotic pain to her clit. His lips kissed a trail along her neck, where he bit her lightly. She moaned breathlessly. She arched her neck to give him better access.
His cock was hot between her thighs, burning her chilled skin. She wiggled her hips, trying to get her legs apart enough to slide his shaft into her body. She wanted him inside her. A whimper escaped her lips when Brent grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her up his body. He captured a nipple with his lips and a flood of cream flowed from her channel. Every flick of his tongue sent shivers through her body.
“Please, Brent,” she whispered.
“Please what, darlin’?”
“God, please. I need you inside me.”
He grinned at her just before unzipping the bag again. He lifted her body as if it weighed nothing, straddling her over his hips. He pulled her down so the bag covered their shoulders and only one leg stuck out of the blankets. With a quick movement he had the head of his cock resting at the mouth of her opening. He stopped suddenly and groaned. He started reaching for his pants before she could figure out
why he had stopped moving.
“Stop. I’m on the Pill. I want to feel you—all of you.” She didn’t give him time to argue with her. Reaching down between their bodies, she grabbed his cock, held him and slid him into her. Her head fell forward, resting on his shoulder as she enveloped his shaft. He felt so good inside her, slipping through her heated folds.
Gone was the self-conscious bookworm. Arin felt like a completely different woman. Strong and sensual. She started moving her hips, angling her body so each stroke down his cock rubbed her clit against his body. She closed her eyes and chased her release with selfish abandon. When she found the rhythm and movement that stroked her G-spot and her clit, she moaned. Her muscles started to tighten with each swing of her hips. She clamped her fingers on his shoulders and threw her head back. Her body spiraled higher, each slide, each touch pushing her closer to her goal.
When her thrusts lost rhythm, she felt the tight grip of Brent’s hands on her hips. He took over, sliding her up and down his cock, pushing her further against his body, slamming her down a little harder.
“Come for me, Arin. I want to feel you clenching me. God, you feel so good. Wet and tight around my cock.” The sexy words sent her over the edge, blew her mind apart. Pleasure so intense that it tingled behind her eyes rode her body. She was surprised by the intensity. As he continued moving her on his shaft, a half-laugh escaped her. So fucking good. His cock moved against pulsing muscles, his hips brushed against her clit, his chest swept across her taut nipples. Each pass of his body against hers dragged out another shiver of release, another clench of muscles. She came for what could have been minutes, hours, days.
Below her, Brent continued to move her body on his. She opened heavy, sated eyes to find his head thrown back, neck muscles tight. She swept her palms over his peaked nipples and grinned when he groaned. She wrapped her fingers around his tiny nubs, rolling them between her fingers and tugging lightly.
“Oh Arin, that’s so good. I’m going to—” He clamped his jaw and slammed her down on his cock a few more times before bowing his body. She shivered with the feeling of hot cum flooding her channel. It pulsed inside, coating her and causing ripples of pleasure deep inside her pussy.
He pulled her down to lie on his chest, both of them breathing fast. She grinned against his skin. That had been a fantastic way to raise her body temperature. Not a single inch of skin felt cold. While they caught their breath, he stroked a hand slowly down her back, lightly tracing circles on her skin with just his fingertips. His hands were gentle as he tickled over her sensitive flesh. She couldn’t remember a time when she had ever felt so safe, so cherished. She was amazed that it had taken two complete strangers to show her everything she had been missing in her life.
“Let’s go get some lunch—I’m hungry after that.” Brent’s voice rumbled under her cheek.
She pushed up off his chest and smiled. Her heart squeezed a little when she found him smiling affectionately at her. She couldn’t get her heart broken again—she just couldn’t. This arrangement was going to be over in a couple of days and she’d be flying back to her life. She couldn’t let herself fall in love with them. She knew that she was fooling herself.
She liked them both a lot. Love was chasing her down quickly and if she didn’t stop the slide she’d find herself pining after these two men. With each tender look or touch, each time one of them smiled at her or made her laugh, she fell a little further. The intimate connection she felt with Brent had pushed her right to the edge. Her toes were already over the abyss. It wouldn’t take much for her to take the plunge. Then she was going to be sorry.
“What was that look for?” he asked, scrunching his brows. She wanted to smooth her finger over the creases.
“Nothing. I was just thinking about going home and not really looking forward to dealing,” she lied. How could she explain to him that she was faced with the matter of love when she knew they wouldn’t see her that way—couldn’t see her that way?
“Oh darlin’. You’ll be okay. By the sounds you have a good network of friends who’ll help you with the asswipe.” He nuzzled her neck and gave her a quick kiss. “Until you leave here, you are absolutely safe with us. We won’t let him do anything to hurt you. Now up you go. We need food. Then we need to break down camp and get back to the lodge.”
Chapter Thirteen
“I’m going to run up and take a shower. When I’m done, I’ll make dinner tonight.” Arin threw the words over her shoulder as she ran up the stairs. She was hot, sore and sweaty. Her head was spinning with lust and concern. A hot shower would help her to figure out what she was feeling.
They’d ridden back, taking a much shorter trail than the one they’d used getting to the camp. The fact that she’d had fabulous sex with not one but two wonderful men was playing havoc with her brain. Two men who not only had shared her but obviously didn’t get upset when one had her when the other wasn’t there. She’d been taken aback when Brent had walked out of the tent, slapped Jared on the shoulder and announced that they’d had sex. She’d kept waiting for Jared to get mad, perhaps turn jealous when he found out that Brent and she had warmed each other in the tent. He’d only laughed and joked, flirted with her and made her promise that he’d get some time with her alone. How was she supposed to combat the two of them when they were just perfect?
She stepped into the shower and groaned with pleasure. Her muscles started to relax as soon as the pounding heat hit her skin. She rolled her head and sighed. She loved camping and didn’t even mind taking sponge baths while out there, but nothing beat standing in a real shower, having steaming water raining on your skin.
When the water started to cool, she turned off the shower and stepped out, steam rising from her pink skin. She grinned at herself in the mirror while she wondered if Brent would be waiting for her on her bed with a tray of food again. She could only hope. She dried off quickly and wrapped the towel around her chest. She opened the door to her room and peeked around. Disappointment washed through her but she quickly squashed the emotion. The boys had horses to take care of, tack to put away, food to start. It didn’t really surprise her that no one was there to greet her.
Arin dressed quickly in a pair of jeans and sweatshirt. She couldn’t bring herself to dress up. The boys had seen her at her worst, dripping wet with stream water, muddy and sweating. They still touched and caressed her when she looked like a wallowing water buffalo—clean but comfy should be a step up. She snickered at her own musings. Way to rationalize your wardrobe, girly.
She was just ready to head down to the kitchen when her phone rang. She grinned. If it was Abby, perhaps it was time to spill a little dirt about her boys. When she looked at the screen she cringed. Not Abby. It was Robert again. She silenced the ringer and headed to the kitchen. There was no way she was talking to him. He could leave another message for her. She had a couple more days of freedom before she had to face the asswipe and his possessive issues.
Her phone beeped, signaling a voicemail. She sighed. She’d listen to his ranting later. Right now she wanted a cup of hot chocolate or something sweet to munch on. Her nerves deserved something yummy. A phone in the lodge started ringing as she entered the kitchen. It was the first time she’d heard a real phone in the building and it sounded out of place. After a few rings it went silent. She jumped when the back door slammed shut. She whipped around to find a very angry Brent gripping his phone in a white-knuckled grasp.
“Who the hell do you think you are, calling me and demanding anything?” The fury rolling from him as he stalked into the kitchen was palpable. “No, I don’t fucking have to let you do anything.”
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Brent was so angry he could barely form coherent thoughts. The asshat, Robert the obsessive, had called the lodge looking for Arin. Brent hadn’t even looked at the screen on his phone when he’d answered it. All lodge calls had been routed to his cell since they left for camp, so he’d answered it, expecting a prospective client. Oh no.
Nothing as simple as that. The irate and vulgar spewage that came through the speaker was so outrageous that he would have laughed if it weren’t about Arin.
“You will put my fiancée on the phone this instant. I know she’s there. It took me days to find her but I know she’s there. You’d better not have touched her or, so help me, I’ll come there and burn that place down. I knew it was going to cause relationship problems when she started planning that trip. I should have stopped all this nonsense in the beginning.”
Brent had had enough. “Now you listen up, bub. I don’t know what your issue is with my client, but you can’t call me with a tirade. If you would like to speak to her I would suggest calling her cell phone and leaving a message.”
“I’ve called her fucking phone and she doesn’t answer.”
“Perhaps she doesn’t want to speak to you.”
A growl came through the phone and Brent held it away from his ear. “I don’t give a flying fuck if she doesn’t want to speak to me. She’s mine.”
“Look. I’m not getting in the middle of a lover’s spat. You can call her phone or wait for her to return home. I’m done listening to you.” Brent closed his phone and held himself in check. The urge to throw his phone against a wall was strong. He stopped in mid-huff when he saw the stark terror on Arin’s face. “Oh darlin’. I didn’t mean it. I wouldn’t let him talk to you no matter what he said.”
He watched her shiver before speaking. “He was threatening you, wasn’t he?”
Her whispered response forced him across the kitchen so he could wrap her in his embrace. He could feel her shaking with fear. Should he play down how angry the jerk had been or tell her the truth? She’d be leaving in a couple of days. She needed to know what she could be dealing with. His heart rate spiked at the thought of her leaving and walking right into danger.
“Yeah, he wasn’t really happy that I wouldn’t put you on the phone.” He sighed. He rubbed his hands up and down her back, soothing her and himself at the same time.
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