by Linzi Basset
“That’ll be lovely. I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk tomorrow, let alone hike further up this mountain.”
She allowed him to lead her back in the direction of the campsite when his words registered.
“Shower? There’s a shower in that tent?”
“Why, yes, Angel. We might like to rough it at times but we built this little stopover specifically for our city slicker friends. It’s quite the thing in South Africa. We found the idea on a safari there once.”
Her eyes narrowed. She stepped back and glowered at him with her hands on her hips.
“And let me guess. There’s a toilet as well? You fiend! You could’ve told me. Not let me . . . there were bugs creeping all over . . . ooof!” She shrieked and stomped back toward the clearing amidst his laughter.
“Well, to be fair, Chloe, you didn’t ask,” he said when he caught up with her.
“Gmphf! I shouldn’t have had to.”
“But you looked so cute when you braved the wild bushes to go pee,” he intoned playfully.
She ignored him and the other two who were watching her stomp into the clearing, to grab her backpack and disappear into the tent.
“I guess she’s a little peeved,” Rex said taking a gulp of the beer in his hand.
“A little more than peeved, I say,” Wade added his two cents worth.
“Well, I guess it’s up to me to appease her ruffled feathers,” Mark decided with a grin. The other two watched him follow Chloe a couple of minutes later.
“How did you know, Rex?” Wade asked.
“A hunch. Sixth sense. I don’t know, but the first moment I saw a photo of her laughing with Diana and Shona, she grabbed me. It was like she reached out of that image and wrapped her hand around my heart. That is why I went to San Francisco to meet her. It was a stroke of fate that brought her to my plane.”
“You heart? Isn’t it a little too soon to be talking love?”
Rex shrugged. “I’m forty, Wade. I’ve lived life to the fullest and I’ve come to a stage in my life where I know what I want. She is it.”
“Hm, you do know she’s not a submissive, mate,” Wade continued prodding him.
“Isn’t she? I beg to differ. We’ve not pushed her yet, but I did and believe me, she’s a natural submissive hidden beneath her bratty exterior. Besides, we’ve never wanted a meek woman in our lives. Out here, it has to be someone who is strong and have the courage to face every challenge head on. We might dominate her sexually, mate, but we’ll fucking thrive on an assertive woman like her.”
“Yeah, she does pack a punch,” Wade admitted.
* * * * * * * *
Chloe tilted her head and leaned back against the sandstone wall in the shower. She sighed as the lukewarm water cascaded over her curvy body to soothe every nerve ending. With her eyes closed, she luxuriated as the water soothed her tired muscles.
“Ah, this is heaven,” she moaned.
The luxurious interior of the tent had been a pleasant surprise. A huge king-sized bed with a white net cover stood against one side. A posh sofa and chairs with side tables and various sizes of lanterns all over. There was even a small kitchenette and a bathroom which had been built into the rocky side of the mountain. The bathroom was big, covered in rustic marble tiles with a large bathtub, a toilet and a marble counter basin. All in all, something a city-girl would love.
Chloe wasn’t too surprised when the shower door opened. At the back of her mind, she’d been expecting him. She turned her head and squinted through the running water. Her breathing faltered.
It wasn’t fair. How was a girl supposed to keep her distance from a man as attractive as him? He’d untied his hair and it hung loose on his shoulders, giving him a debonair look. His broad shoulders, his upper chest matted with dark-blond hair, his bulging arms and thick neck were a study in masculinity. Her eyes trailed over his washboard stomach.
“Are the three of you always aroused?” She uttered the first thing that came to her mind when she spotted his arousal jutting upward in attention. He was as big as the other two and Chloe felt the familiar tingle in her pussy.
Gawd. How is it possible; to be this affected by all three of them?
He didn’t respond but watched her as he stepped into the shower. Chloe didn’t move, caught by his intense gaze.
“You have to ask that, baby? Do you have any idea how attracted we are to you, Chloe? There’s something about you that draws us.”
Chloe didn’t respond. She watched him prowl closer as the water continued to run over her skin like a caress.
He was different from the other two, yet the same—as far as being a dominant was concerned, yet, apart from Rex, neither of them had really exerted that much domination over her. Were they testing her? Judging her reactions first before they considered her as a submissive?
Whoa, Chloe! Where did that come from? None of them had mentioned anything about looking for a submissive.
But now that the thought had surfaced, she couldn’t shake the rush of emotions it left surging through her. Much to her chagrin, she felt excited.
I’m no submissive. Hell no!
Not a single bone in her body would ever willingly submit to another. Then why did the thought thrill her so much? Did she want to be dominated by all three men? Together. At the same time?
Chloe had shied away from love since her one true love had died. She wanted to keep her heart intact; her career came first, and she had no desire to give it up for wedded bliss—not again—although, she did want children. So why was the thought of being with these three men not making her scream in terror and tear down the mountain, back to San Francisco?
“Do you want a massage, angel?”
She watched the words form in his mouth but couldn’t concentrate.
Instinct drove her as she lifted a hand to cup his cheek. Her voice sounded husky and unsure, but the sensual smile said it all.
“I’d rather you kiss me.”
“Ah, Chloe, love, that’s a given,” he said against her lips as his hands glided over her water slicked body, pulling her close to him.
He captured her lips with a feral growl. Chloe trembled at the rawness in that sound. She savored the way the chords vibrated against her lips. She felt the blood course through her veins; hot and thick, as her skin bloomed under his touch.
“Stop moving,” he growled when she tried to get closer and orbited her hips against his. His command reached deep inside her, to stir awake the dormant submissive. She moaned but didn’t dare move.
“What do you want from me, my pet?” Mark asked with a salacious lick around the outside of her ear. She shivered when he tugged on the lobe with his lips before sucking it. The memory of those same lips sucking and licking her pussy caused her loins to clench.
Damn him. Why doesn’t he just fuck me?
Chloe shivered when his lips trailed over her shoulder to nibble on the soft skin of her throat. The power, to decide what happens next, was heady. However, she was overwhelmed by how badly she wanted him to just take her; compel her to follow his every command.
What is happening to me?
“I need . . . oohmm, please fuck me. I . . . shhiiiit!” she screamed when he slammed into her with so much strength, her feet lifted off the tiled floor.
She clutched at his shoulders, desperately gasping to fill her lungs. There was no pain, but a fullness that took command of her entire body.
“Well, Chloe? Do you want me to continue? But let me warn you, my pet. If the answer is yes, I’m going to fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked before. I’m going to slam you against that rock until its shaped is imprinted on your skin. You’re gonna come only when I tell you to. Once you come, you’ll keep coming until I’ve had enough. I’m going to keep on fucking you until you beg me to stop.”
Chloe moaned when he gently rubbed her clit, incapable of keeping still, she pushed her hips against him, reveling in the ecstasy of his tactile caress.
“Mar
k . . . I,” she rasped huskily, her desire already spiking. Her guttural plea was met with hot, wet lashes of his tongue along her jaw and down the side of her neck to trace the roundness of her breasts. Her cries echoed around them when he pulled a nipple into his mouth and sucked with greedy relish.
“Now, Chloe. Give me an answer,” he demanded roughly. His whispered breath tickled and played on her skin, setting a fire to rage deep inside her.
“Yes! Fuck me,” she moaned at him. She’d never felt such raw passion. It was unlike anything she’d experienced. This time it threatened to consume her. It rippled inside her; the gaiety bordering on primal lust.
“Well, since you asked so nicely,” his eyes seared into her, surprising her, as he began to rock into her. Slow, deep thrusts that made her body weep for more. It was surreal, looking into his eyes while he made love to her, but when his eyes narrowed at her surprised gasp, she knew it had been with a defined purpose in mind.
“There’s the spot. Now, my pet, prepare to soar,” he warned as he pulled back and began pounding into her.
Chloe threw caution to the wind and forgot about his warning, as she bucked and thrashed with every thrust. A low guttural cry crawled from the depths of her throat and erupted in a hollow cacophony as he continued to power into her.
“Please, Mark,” she begged, not knowing what it was she needed. She was desperate for something to give her that final push. Her loins throbbed with pressure and demanded release. Yet she just couldn’t find that small nudge to fall into the blissful abyss.
“I’m pleased your body is more obedient than you, my pet. Yes, Chloe, come for me, angel,” he commanded with rampant lust on his face.
Mark hooked her left knee over his arm, opening her to his hard thrusts as they became wilder—rougher. He stretched her leg further up. She could feel the wall bite into her skin. With every thrust into her tight sheath, his satiny hardness teased a special spot, to suffuse her lower body with euphoria. A prickling sensation started low in her back as goose bumps raced across her skin.
“Aahhh . . . fuck!” she tried stifling her cries but they broke free in husky puffs. Her clitoris throbbed when he reached down to strum it like a tight string. She lost herself completely.
With her leg hooked over his shoulder for leverage, she bucked and thrashed wildly on his cock, her eyes flashing with lust; screaming as the climax rippled through her loins.
“Give me more, I want more,” Mark demanded and redoubled his efforts, powering into her like a mad man—driven by her wantonness, he drew climax after climax from her.
“Oh god, I can’t . . . please. No more,” she whimpered as she felt her body shudder once more. She was running ragged as she came again, squirting viscous clear fluid all over his cock and groin. “I beg you, no more,” she cried with a raw voice. Her body was drawn taut in the throes of the orgasm.
Mark pulled back and continued pounding her in a frenzy of powerful thrusts, desperate to push her over the edge. He rode her high, exulting in her luscious body. He was coming unhinged by lust, bereft of any control as he pounded into her. With a carnal roar, he ejaculated hot cum into the heated depths of her pussy.
Chloe crumbled under the wondrous sensations that swamped her brain. Mark washed and dried her. Then picked her up and carried her to the bed. The physical and emotional demands the three men had left her frayed, lulling her to a deep sleep, incognizant of the hands tenderly massaging her legs.
Chapter Seven
Chloe woke up with a start. For a moment she was disorientated.
“This is why I hate taking naps during the day,” Chloe mumbled to herself as she stretched lazily, wondering if she had to leave the luxurious softness of the bed. Her legs were a little stiff but not as much as she expected.
“Ugh, that’s right. I’m on a hike. Me, Chloe Walker is hiking up a mountain, for chrissake!”
Not prone to wearing a watch when travelling, she had no idea what the time was or how long she’d been asleep. A glimpse through the clear plastic window, of the glowing sun, indicated that it was late afternoon. The sun extended its light across the deep crimson sky—the dazzling and inviting rays flowed through the window, warming her body. Slowly the fatigue of the hike seeped out of her. Eventually she got up and stumbled to the door, belatedly realizing that she was wearing her leggings and shirt.
“Oh, the shower,” she moaned at the memory. Muscles, that had nothing to do with the hike, pulled, reminding her that she’d had sex three times in one day. With more climaxes than she’d had in months!
She hesitated, listening to the cacophony of birdsongs and the low hum of three male voices outside. Just the thought of facing them tugged at her heart. She scoffed at the feeling.
“I don’t know these guys from a bar of soap. There’s no way I could already have developed feelings for them. It’s lust, Chloe Walker. Pure, unadulterated lust.”
Satisfied with her deduction, she walked outside to join them. The tantalizing smell of grilled meat caused her stomach to growl, reminding her that she hadn’t eaten anything but a bowl of cereal since morning.
“Damn it, Diana and Shona! I need you here. I need to talk and I need wine! Gallons of fucking wine!” she muttered as she watched Rex walking toward her when she stepped outside.
His face brightened with a smile that took her breath away. His lips curved upward which made his one dimple crinkle sexily. Gawd, how can one man be so perfect? His lips parted to reveal perfectly aligned white teeth. His warm gaze made her think of winter nights by a fire.
Chloe had been trying to understand the growing attraction she felt toward this man. The way he had yanked her feet from under her with the two words, “Make me”. Because if she had to be honest with herself, she wanted—more than anything—to make him fall in love with her.
The fact that he was obviously part of a trio sifted into her thoughts, but somehow, it wasn’t as daunting a thought as she’d imagined it to be.
“Feel better, love?” Rex asked. He pulled her into his body, cuddling her against his chest. She took a deep breath, committing the fresh ocean scent of his aftershave to memory.
She leaned into his embrace—subconsciously— like her body needed the closeness she wasn’t even ready to acknowledge fully. She tilted her head to look into his eyes.
“Yes, I feel invigorated. I don’t usually sleep during the day but I guess the hike tired me out.”
His smile widened and the twinkle in his eyes made her remember their encounter on the plane. She felt a blush blooming on her cheeks.
“Are you sure it wasn’t the number of intimate encounters that had anything to do with it, my pet?”
He chuckled as he watched her hackles rise at the reminder.
“Come, you must be hungry. Dinner is ready.”
“She just looks scrumptious, fresh out of bed.” Mark remarked. He approached them and placed a kiss on her cheek, hugging her against him.
“Very much so, mate,” Wade agreed and nibbled on her earlobe as he sandwiched her between their bodies.
“Ehm, didn’t you say dinner was ready?” Chloe asked as she quickly extracted herself from the two men. She wasn’t used to cuddling and all these hugs were making her stomach do one somersault after the other. So much so, that her head was spinning.
Soon, they settled around the table and were engrossed in their meal. The conversation around table was carefree and the three men freely offered information about themselves. Chloe relaxed and laughed and chatted with them like she’d known them for years and not just a few hours.
“Come here, love,” Rex ordered. She’d been watching the sunset, lulled by the two glasses of wine she’d had with dinner.
Chloe didn’t question her immediate compliance and went to him.
He drew her onto his lap and arranged her legs sideways over his knees. His arms circled her back and he hugged her.
“You guys like to hug, don’t you?”
“I guess we do. Touch i
s very important in any relationship, love. For us, it’s how we connect. Don’t you feel it too . . . the warmth of my skin, as I caress you; the increase of your heart rate and how hot your blood starts to race through your veins? And how it connects with what you’re feeling right at this moment?”
Chloe swallowed. She felt that connection even without him touching her. His closeness triggered a surge of heat through her veins. Sitting on his lap made her entire body tremble.
My stupid heart is becoming too invested in this man. I need to stop this. I can’t be . . . this can never be.
“I’m not so sure about that, buster—”
“I have a name, Chloe. If you don’t want to use it, pick a pet name like honey or babe. But call me buster one more time and you will bear the consequences,” Rex warned her gruffly.
“Well, you don’t have to be so touchy,” she scoffed. She pushed away from his chest as a sign of her own pique. His lips twitched. “As I was trying to say, to me, touch is nothing more than a conduit to arousal. And the heat in my veins?” She squeezed his bicep. “I get hot just thinking about you.”
Chloe did her best to sound nonchalant. It wouldn’t do for him to know just how much his touch affected her.
“Is that so? Care to put it to the test, Chloe?”
“What? That the three of you are super-hot and can affect me with your hands?”
“No, love. That you claim you don’t need touch and that it’s only purpose is to arouse.”
Chloe looked at him with narrowed eyes. “Come now, Rex. Are you claiming you can arouse me without touching me?”
The glint in his eyes and the insouciant smiles of the other two men should have warned her to tread lightly.
Of course, in usual Chloe fashion, she ignored that warning.
“Well, there’s only one way to find out, isn’t there? Are you up for the challenge?” He placed his fingers over her lips when she opened her mouth to answer. “Be warned, Chloe, if you say yes, we immediately switch to Dom mode and you, my pet, commit to following every order we give you. Without question.”