She dashed inside, naked, dripping, not caring about water on the floor. Grabbing the packets out of the pantry vegetable bin, she rushed to the sliding glass door. And she slipped across the now wet tile floor with her damp feet, falling on her butt. “Darn it.”
“Are you O.K.?” Rupert rose up from the hot tub as she looked out of the door.
Damn, the man was gorgeous. Water ran off his body in rivulets. And he’d seen her do a swan dive onto the floor. How sexy. She sighed about her lack of grace. “I’m fine. Stay there. I’m coming.”
“You did that earlier.”
Heat infused her body. Oh, yeah, she had. Nicely, too. She hadn’t wanted it to end.
She sank into the hot tub again, placing the packet on the side. Her lips claimed his. She explored the man, who tasted salty and sweet at the same time. Their tongues played a slow game with each other. Reaching into the water, she found his cock still hard and ready. Her fingers started at the head and scatter-touched all the way to its base.
Lifting up in the water, he grabbed her robe and dried his cock off. She picked up the packet. “Shall I?”
“Hell yeah.”
Opening it, she pulled out the condom and slipped it over him. She’d have to practice something Babs had told her about ‑‑ putting one on with your teeth. ’Course, with her agility, she’d probably snap him with it or bite him. Maybe that wasn’t such a good idea.
“Turn over and get on your knees.” His hands urged her hips, clasping them in their meaty grasp.
“What are you doing now?” Flipping over, she got up on her knees on the bench. Taking her from behind? That was different, not a position she’d tried before, though she’d read about it.
He pushed her more over the side of the hot tub. His hips flexed as he tried to thrust into her channel.
Only, the side was slick, and his braced hands slipped in the wet. His member crashed into her butt.
“Ow. You poked me.”
“Sorry. Hand slipped.”
“It’s O.K. You are trying to poke me. But not there.” Or at least she didn’t think so. Maybe one day, but she hadn’t had vaginal sex in a while. Starting there seemed a good idea. Her sex felt swollen, and it throbbed so much.
He tried to line his penetration up one more time, but the angle wasn’t there. His erection slid in between her thighs, probing her slick folds, but not going in. “Dammit.”
She giggled, unable to help it. “Need directions? A map?”
His hand landed on her butt with a thump, causing her to gasp. “Smart ass.”
“No, smarting ass. You spanked me?” She couldn’t believe he’d done that. Her rump stung from the light smack. Only it was arousing, rather than painful. Gulping, she felt her folds slicken more. Would he do it again?
“Yep. And I’ll do it again.” After answering, his flattened hand smacked gently again.
“Beast.”
“You have no idea.” He shifted his body down, then up, and wham, he lodged into her with one rapid-fire thrust.
“Oh, my God.” His thickness felt as if a log had been rammed up her. Never had anything stretched her quite so much. This angle was new to her and different. She shuddered, trying to take him all in.
“Shhh,” he crooned, nipping her shoulder. His movements slowed, as he allowed her time to get used to him. When his hand cradled a breast, she moaned, forgetting about logs and giving over to the sensations swamping her. In and out he shifted. The second orgasm caught her by surprise as it swept through her.
“Too much,” he muttered. “Too much.” And his body shuddered and clenched around her as he came with a shout.
For several minutes, they lay in the tangled knot of him behind her, panting as they recovered.
Rupert’s head lifted. His head moved behind her. “Sorry about that.”
“What?” Her own head lifted a tiny bit to look. Water had been sloshed all around the deck. The steps and everywhere else was soaked. The deck was weather resistant, but she’d have to add water to the hot tub tomorrow. Probably quite a lot from the looks of it, especially if they did this again, which better be on the agenda. “Don’t worry about it.”
He sat up. She did likewise, facing him. He eased off the rubber and placed it on the side of the hot tub.
She pulled up on the side, sitting, looking at him shyly. What did one do after having shameless sex with a man you’d recently met? She didn’t give in to the urge to cover up, though it was strong.
“Can I come in? Or do I need to leave?” He reached out to take her hand in his, stroking it softly with the pads of his fingers. He had such strong, weathered hands. She would have expected more tan, though. He seemed as if he were the outdoorsy type.
“What do you want to do, Rupert?”
“Come in. And call me Rupe.” He pulled her hand up to his mouth and kissed it softly. The warm wetness, along with his permission to use a nickname, sent a tingle rushing through her.
“Please do.” The small decision sent another rush of pleasure through her. It was what she wanted.
He helped her shimmy out of the hot tub. “Come on.”
Oh, yeah, the hot tub was going to need several gallons of water added. It dropped a few inches as they stepped out. They must have had it sloshing up high waves when they’d been doing it. And she’d been too caught in the throes of passion to even notice.
Two steps from the door, she stopped short. He bumped into her back. “The condom. We have to throw it away.”
She’d forgotten all about Evan. He couldn’t find it. Oh, shit, he couldn’t find them, either. Granted, Evan probably knew more about sex than she had at that age, but it didn’t seem right to have her younger brother catch her in bed with a man.
He backtracked, grabbing it from the side. “Got it.”
She hemmed and hawed a minute as they crossed the threshold to the kitchen. How did she tell this man she wanted him to stay but that she didn’t want her brother to know?
Rupe put a hand on her back. “I won’t let your brother find me here, either.”
A sigh of relief whooshed from her lungs at not having to say it. And warmth infused her at his reading her mood so quickly.
He nodded. “Where do you go some nights?” At her sharp look, he quickly added, “I came back over the other night. To make up for being a little bit of a jerk. You were gone.”
“Ah. I went to my office. My darkroom is there, for developing film.” She arched a brow. “A little bit of a jerk?”
“So that’s what all the pictures you take are about.” Rupe followed behind her as they slipped up the stairs.
He’d ignored her jerk question. “How do you know I take pictures?” He hadn’t seen her with her camera. Or at least, she hadn’t seen him see her.
“Uh, I saw you taking pictures one day.”
She swiveled her head back to glare at him while still stepping. “You were spying on me?” Should she be upset? Or flattered?
“I was checking you out.” He grinned back at her, waggling his brows.
She chuckled, shaking her head. “So you were going to apologize that night you came back? You still could, you know.” A step creaked under his foot.
“I’m sorry about the Mrs. Robinson comment.” His warm voice sounded contrite.
“And?” She stopped to turn to face him, waiting at the top of the stairs on the landing.
“That was it.”
“You’re not going to apologize for the land boundaries we argued over?” She folded her arms across her chest. It felt odd, her elbows against her naked breasts. She doubted she looked too authoritative, either. Probably hard to look stern when she was naked. But he was still on the steps, so at least she was higher than he was. Maybe that counted for something.
He shook his head. “I’m right on the boundaries.”
Her mouth fell open. The insufferable man. “Are not.”
“Are, too.”
“Arrggh.” She growled at him, rememberin
g the frustration of their first meeting. And thinking of the desire that had speared her, too.
A glint entered his eyes along with a grin on his face. “I’ll spank you again for growling. Or give you something to growl about.”
“You try it.” She couldn’t resist grinning back. Play had never been a part of sex for her. But obviously it was for Rupe. She moved two steps back.
“O.K. I will.”
She squealed as he dashed toward her, his arousal evident on his body. He followed her down the hallway and into her room. She didn’t let him catch her for a while, but he did give her one paddle for his troubles. And the night was spent having sex with many sighs of ecstasy.
The next morning when she woke up, he was gone. He’d left before Evan could catch them, like he’d said he would.
So what happened now? And would there be more nights? Hoping so, she launched into her day with renewed vigor, taking many more good pictures of her white deer.
Chapter Seven
Rupe pulled on jeans and a shirt, quickly walking away from his own house to Gill’s. All day long he’d been looking forward to becoming a man again so he could go over and bang her brains out. And spend some time with her. She’d made him forget the curse for a little while. Little in his life had taken him in so fully that he didn’t think about it.
Gill stood out on the deck, bathed in a pool of golden light from the light fixture overhead. In a green t-shirt and jeans, she still looked sexy as hell, though nothing beat the sight of her naked. The clothes clung to her, accentuating every curve that he’d memorized the night before. “Hello, Rupe.” She licked her lips.
Such a simple action made his body jerk. He had plans for that tongue later. Maybe even now.
“So glad you could make it for dinner.” Gill’s voice went higher, a lot louder.
Dinner? She’d invited him for dinner? When had she done that?
Evan sauntered out onto the deck. “Hello again, Mr. Donaldson. Gill hadn’t mentioned you were eating with us until now.”
Oh.
“Hi, Evan.” So what time did the little shit go to bed? He wouldn’t be lucky enough to have it be eight o’clock.
Eleven was the answer. They’d had some spirited discussions bordering on arguments, moving into the kitchen for dinner and back onto the deck to finish off the night. Evan had finally yawned, said something about being up early to hunt, and stalked off to bed.
“Night, sis. Night, Mr. Donaldson.”
They both wished him good night, then sat staring at each other for a few seconds.
“I wasn’t sure if you’d come back today.” Gill pushed her hair to the side, looking into the ebony night sky broken only by what seemed to be pinholes of light.
He snorted at her questioning whether he’d be back. Then he remembered how many times he’d done that. Fucked a woman all night long, stumbled out of her bed before she woke, and never seen her again. He briefly closed his eyes. “Well, I did. Come back.”
A half smile graced her lips. “Yes. Yes, you did.”
“Should I go back home tonight? I know you didn’t want Evan to ...”
“You didn’t let him. Thank you.” She touched his arm below his sleeve with small fingers that left a heat trail down to his elbow.
Her gratitude over thinking he’d done it for her made him shift in his seat. Evan wasn’t the reason he’d left. He’d gone so he wouldn’t change in her bedroom. Luckily, he’d woken before dawn after so long of doing it. It wouldn’t have been good for Gill to wake up and find him as a deer in her bed. “It was nothing.”
“I don’t want you to go.”
“You don’t?” Hope bounced low in his belly like a small rubber ball.
Her hand slipped into his. “I don’t.” She tugged him up.
“Where are we going?” He needed to hear the words.
“My bedroom.”
Thank God. He held hands with her all the way up the stairs. “Where’s Evan’s room?” It would embarrass her if Evan discovered them. He didn’t want that.
“It’s on the other side of the downstairs. He sleeps like the dead. He won’t hear us.”
Continuing up the carpeted steps with padding feet, Gill led them to her bedroom. “Here we are.” The door clicked shut behind them. She pushed in the button to lock it.
Her bedroom smelled much as it had last night, with one difference. Something flowery, maybe roses, was the predominant smell. He wasn’t sure exactly what it was. But the heady scent of the sex they’d had during the night lingered underneath it.
“Here we are.” He pulled her into his arms to kiss her squarely on the lips. Gently, he probed, licking into her, each touch emboldening the kiss further and further until it was a rush of mouths.
Inching her backwards, he prodded until her knees touched the edge of the bed. One tip over, and down they went with a soft plop. He made sure he didn’t land on her with his bulk. Scooting them up, he continued kissing her. He stroked her through her t-shirt. Her breasts plumped in his hand. His thumb brushed over, the nipple hardening under his fingers.
She was so responsive to his every touch. And that fanned the flames of what was already spiraling around inside him.
She tentatively slipped her hand under his shirt and, palm side down, ran it over his skin. It was like being branded by nothing but her heat.
He sat up, breaking the kiss, and pulled off his shirt in an ungraceful motion.
“Ummmm.” Still lying down, she traced her fingers over the bared planes of his stomach. “Nice.”
His hand slid up under her shirt to fondle a breast through her bra. Grabbing her shirt, he lifted her up, then the shirt over her head. He caressed her silken skin to find the clasp and release her breasts into freedom. They perked, signaling their thanks to him for doing so. He groaned, his mouth watering at the sight, her pale skin such a contrast to the dark blue of the coverlet. “Ahhh. Nice.”
Lowering his mouth as she lay back, he nibbled at the base of her throat. A pulse beat there like the wings of a hummingbird. He tongued it, then licked into the hollow of her throat. She tasted of honey, pure sweetness that rolled across his tongue as if she were an elixir.
Nibbling around her collarbone, he took the long path to her breast, finally sucking the dusky-rose nipple into his mouth. Pinching it between his teeth, he drew it in as far as he could, nipping it when it popped free.
Her hips bucked.
Her hand surprised him when it reached the waistband of his jeans. It unbuttoned them, skimming in to roll fingers around his throbbing cock.
She whispered against his head, “I think it’s time for these to come off.”
Not one to argue with a lady who had his cock in her hands, he popped her nipple out of his mouth, and took off his jeans with her help.
Her hands shook slightly. “I like the no underwear.”
“Do you now?” He tugged at the top of her jeans, signaling it was time to take those off, too. “Will I find you like that one day?”
“Maybe.” She blushed, looking rather cute in her shyness.
“Do it. Wear a skirt. I’ll drop a fork and eat you out under the table.”
“Rupe!” She sounded scandalized. And breathless.
He grinned.
She put one finger on his chest and pushed him back into the pillows.
“Something you want?” He hadn’t gotten her pants off yet, dammit, but what the lady wanted, she’d get.
Her lashes lowered, framing beautiful eyes. “Uh-huh.” She ducked her head, her hair brushing across him with little wafting tickles, to kiss the planes of his stomach. He sighed, his head going back into the pillows. She was going to kill him. Or make him explode. His bet was on both.
She grasped the base of his cock, holding him in place, steadying him. Her tongue slowly began to spiral down his cock. He growled as sensations rocked along him, his whole body tensing. She engulfed him into her mouth, the warmth and wetness surrounding him as if he’d be
en dipped into a furnace.
He clenched the pillow in his hands, which had come up by his head.
Again and again, she licked and laved, sucking him fully into her mouth, deep-throating him. Her hand dipped down to fondle his balls.
He came off the bed at her action. Her head swiveled as she allowed his cock to slip free of her mouth. Licking and sucking at one of his balls, she moved slowly to the other one. Her fingers stroked the soft skin between them and his cock.
Oh, yeah, she was going to kill him.
He’d never been so jacked up on desire and arousal. At this rate, he wasn’t going to last much longer.
His ball popped out of her mouth. Moving up, she sucked on the tip of his cock as if he were a sucker.
“Ummm. You taste so good.”
After speaking, back to her ministrations she went. He had a split-second warning before his orgasm cleaved him in two. His hips lurched upward, pumping into her mouth as fast and hard as he could.
His heart pounding, breathing coming in short gasps, he lay, helpless. His mouth wouldn’t form words for a while, but eventually he could speak. “Bury me.”
“Huh?”
“You killed me. Now you have to bury me.”
She giggled, sliding up his body to the head of the bed, and curled around him. “I’ll bury you later in the backyard.”
“Soon as I can move my limbs again, I’ll hold you.”
She patted his chest, laying her head on it. “Ummmm. I hear your heartbeat.”
Sighing, he brought his arms up to wrap around her. “You know it’s going to be a few minutes before I can get going again.” Aging was a bitch. It used to take no time before he was ready to go again after fucking hard. Now it took a little longer. How long would it take him when he was ninety? Days?
“It’s O.K. I knew it would be a while.” She planted a kiss on his nipple. “I wanted to do that. You don’t have to do anything for me.”
How many women had given him oral sex and expected him to rise up immediately and take them? Too many to count. Not that he’d given them a chance to expect much beyond that, after only one or two times with him before he’d leave them. He’d never had a woman who’d done this and not expected something else from him. But from the way Gill spoke and her earnest face, she didn’t look for him to do anything to her.
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