by Cameron Dane
Clenching her fingers, Maddie mumbled, “I’ll let you get the rest,” and darted her focus everywhere but on his body.
“Good idea,” Wyn replied, charmed by her sudden nervousness, something she rarely let get the better of her.
While he finished cleaning himself off, Maddie jumped up and began rifling in the pack on the back of her snowmobile. By the time he pushed to his feet Maddie had a power drink and energy bar in hand for him.
After grabbing the goodies, Wyn took a seat on his sled. “Thanks.”
Maddie raised her bottle in salute. “No problem.”
They both munched in companionable silence in between taking sips of their energy drinks. As Wyn downed the dry, flavorless bar he tried to keep his attention on the glory of nature surrounding them and not continually straying to the woman next to him. Christ though, her cheeks were wind-reddened and wisps of her dark hair had come free of her loose braid and knit cap, the strands damp with perspiration. The whole package was sexy rather than off putting. And somehow her snow gear fit her to perfection and enhanced her curves rather than turning her into a shapeless blob.
She licked her lip, grabbing a crumb from the corner of her mouth with the tip of her tongue. Damn. Wyn pictured her grazing the head of his cock in that same darting way, and heat flared in his shaft and pulsed in his balls. Just as fast as the slam of desire hit him, Maddie started to stand but instead lost her footing and face planted into the snow—to which she immediately rolled onto her side and busted out laughing. A pleasant warmth twined down Wyn’s middle, calming the flash of threatening fire.
Shifting forward, Wyn smiled from above her just as grandly as she’d done to him. “You all right down there?”
Shaking herself off, Maddie pushed her knit cap up from where it had fallen half into her face. “I’ve hit the ground harder while tripping over my own feet. I’ll live.”
As Wyn extended a hand and hauled her to her feet, he glanced toward the thickening forest of trees. “What happens if we keep going the way we have been so far?”
“After another couple of miles there’s supposed to be a place where you can park the snowmobiles, get a wildlife map, and hike for a bit and see what animals you can spot.” With a quick look up at the sky, Maddie pushed her coat sleeve up to check her watch, and then frowned. “We might be pushing the time though. The sled place doesn’t like the rentals to be out after dark.”
Wyn took note of the mid-afternoon hour too. “We can shoot straight for the animal trail tomorrow, if you want, and that’ll give us lots of time. If we head back to the lodge now we can probably get back in time to challenge some suckers to a pool match in the game room before we have to think about what we want to do for dinner.”
Throwing her hands on her hips, Maddie dropped her jaw in the most comically exaggerated manner. “You? A cop? Suggesting we do a little hustling?”
Stepping in front of her, Wyn grinned slow and easy. “You don’t know everything about me, honey.” He closed her mouth for her and added in a soft tone next to her ear, “Not yet anyway,” before heading back to his snowmobile.
“Mr. Ashworth.” Very inelegantly, Maddie hoisted her booted, ski-suit-covered leg up on the seat of her sled in a Mrs.-Robinson-familiar pose, and batted her eyelashes. “You’re trying to seduce me. Aren’t you?”
Wyn rolled his eyes, but damn, she did make him happy. “You’ll know it when it happens. Meanwhile,” he put his goggles back on and started the sled, “let’s go play some pool.”
Gunning his snowmobile, Wyn headed back in the direction from which they’d come, knowing that within seconds Maddie, possibly the most capable woman he’d ever known, would be speeding right at his side.
* * * *
Late into the wee hours of that night, Wyn growled and rolled out of his bed in the lodge cabin, hard as a rock and edgy as hell. All afternoon and evening, just by being herself, Maddie had tempted him and kept him on the cusp of full arousal the way no other woman in his life had ever done. And all afternoon and all evening, Wyn had kept things light and his hands to himself, but damn, he’d wanted to claim her with a devouring kiss every time some guy looked at her twice or dared take a step in her direction. And all the while, sweet Maddie had been oblivious, not only to Wyn’s razor-thin grasp on his appetite, but to every man in the lodge giving her second and third looks.
In getting to know her, Wyn had discovered more about Maddie’s difficulty in adjusting as a youngster. She sometimes talked about being an awkward kid, and she likely still saw herself that way, unaware that everyone in her sphere viewed her as a woman through and through.
But she isn’t. Not yet. Wyn shoveled his fingers through his hair and shook his head. She’s still innocent and not ready.
Wyn had been with other twenty-year-old women in his life. But he could not get out of his head that those women weren’t Maddie and she was a different story. Tell that to your cock, and make it go to sleep. His balls and prick throbbing anyway, Wyn adjusted his rigid length and prowled out of his room, needing some space to move.
Directly across the small hallway, Maddie opened the door to her room, and Wyn felt sucker-punched in the gut. Christ Almighty, help me. Maddie had certainly not dressed for bed with the intent to seduce, which was probably why Wyn found her so arresting and impossible to ignore.
Her mussed hair in a loose bun atop her head, exposing the column of her neck, had Wyn battling between leaving those incredible tresses up so he could lick every inch of her nape or releasing the clip holding her hair precariously so he could watch the thick wavy strands fall around her face and halfway down her back. A white long-sleeve Stand Up 2 Cancer T-shirt clung to her body in the most enticing way, shaping the gentle slope of her breasts and defining the streamlined yet defined lines of her upper arms. Long-johns with a tiny floral pattern, cut off just below the knees, hugged her thighs and waist, making Wyn jealous of the waffle pattern fabric that got to be closer to Maddie than he could be right now.
Stalled at his bedroom door, Wyn cleared his throat and prayed like hell the shadows covered his erection. “It was a crazy long day.” His voice was too husky to his own ears, but he didn’t know how to cover the emotion. “Why aren’t you asleep?”
Visibly restless, Maddie crossed her arms around her middle and bit the edge of her lower lip. “I could hear you moving around. But I was awake anyway.” Deep layers of gray in her eyes exposed every secret in her heart, even before she said, “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
Stepping deeper into the shadows, Wyn shook his head. “Maddie…”
She took a step forward, into a beam of soft light from above. “You asked me a question. Don’t expect me to lie.”
“I would never ask you to do that.”
“It was the same crazy long day for you,” Maddie challenged, coming even closer, almost in his space. “Why aren’t you asleep?”
Christ, please. Wyn could smell her sweet heat, and the urge to spread her open, to taste her, to take her, to mark her, lived in his blood, in his very being, pushing him to make her his right now. No. Her innocence, the little signs of very real nervousness in between her bold words, taunted Wyn just as powerfully as his needs did. She’s not ready. Not now.
Desperate to end this torture for the night, Wyn started to make some flippant, smart-ass answer that would break the tension between them, but Maddie had him trapped in her gaze, and he found he couldn’t lie to her either. “You already know why I’m not sleeping.” He practically crushed the door in his grip. “It’s best we both go back to our beds. Good night.”
Grabbing the handle, Maddie pushed back and stopped him from closing the door. “Don’t hide from me.” Her voice trembled a little bit, but her focus held true. “And I won’t ever hide from you.”
“Maddie…” His every muscle straining in an effort not to grab her into his arms, Wyn at the same time ached for the way her hand trembled when she let go of his door.
Backing up
to her own door, Maddie bumped into the frame and then reached back and clutched the wood in her fingers. “I’m a smart woman,” she told him. A little laugh—more of those nerves, he could tell—escaped, and a slash of red crossed her cheeks. “I work in a tough environment too, hearing a lot more than most folks probably think I should. And I watch a lot of TV and movies and read a lot, so I know better than to react to a man like some stereotype that would annoy me if I were an observer. I know I shouldn’t be all quivery like a girl when we kick ass at pool, like we did today, taking the names of every person in that game room, mostly because of you. I shouldn’t think it’s so freakin’ sexy when you walk into a room, like you own it, because of how comfortable you are in your skin, and how you know by your training and just who you are that nobody in any situation is ever going to get the upper hand on you.” Her breathing quickened, lifting her breasts with every inhale. She clutched the doorframe so tightly her knuckles turned white, but she went on, “I shouldn’t feel so giddy when I see all the women, and a few guys too, checking you out when we’re eating dinner. I shouldn’t feel so special because you’re choosing to be with me, especially because we haven’t even done anything yet for me to feel so proudly possessive of us. But I do.” Her bright stare on him, Maddie shrugged, but nothing about her was causal or throwaway right now. “I feel all of those things whenever I’m with you. Somehow you do that to me, all the time, and I don’t understand how or why it’s you instead of someone else. But it is you, and I don’t want to act like it isn’t, especially when I’m alone with you.”
Rocked to his core, Wyn uttered, “Jesus, Maddie,” and stroked his cock down to his sac through his sweats, starved for release. He tugged on his nuts, and the deep pull of pleasure ripped a moan out of him and had him dragging his hand back up his shaft. He started to push his fingers under the waistband of his sweats, but just as he did Maddie made a sweet-as-hell little needy noise, and Wyn remembered where he was and who he was with.
He curled his hand into a fist against his stomach, and Maddie said, “Don’t stop.”
His teeth clenched hard enough to make his jaw ache, Wyn backed deeper into his room. “I have to.”
“I was doing the same thing as you just now, before I came out of my room,” Maddie called out, and stopped Wyn dead in his tracks. “I know you have your rules about us, and I’m not pushing you to break them, but there’s nothing that says I can’t take care of what you’ve wound up inside me.” Hints of silver edged into her unwavering gaze. “I don’t see why you can’t take care of yourself too.”
Then, before Wyn could clear the fog of passion from his brain enough to reply, Maddie slid her hand into the front of her long johns and pushed between her thighs. Wyn couldn’t see through the thick material, but the way Maddie shifted and her breath caught, Wyn knew she’d teased her clit and probably ran her fingers through her folds.
Looking at him, Maddie plied her hand between her legs, moving back and forth, certainly rubbing her fingers along her crease. A little whimper escaped her, and her nipples pebbled against her shirt, exposing a darker color under the thin white material. Wyn moaned and leaked a stream of early cum against his stomach, but he kept his hand in a tight fist and didn’t move.
Her upper back braced against the doorframe, Maddie arched and rubbed her hand around under her long johns, her eyes damp with visible frustration, her lower lip pulled between her teeth. Her sex hidden from his view, she played with herself, her hand moving deeper between her thighs, gasping hard in a way that made him think she’d slipped her fingers into her pussy for the first time since beginning this show. Rocking herself between the doorframe and her hand, Maddie pushed herself harder, started to buck into her hand, but her face was pinched and flushed and her whimper seemed wrapped in pain.
Stepping forward, his heart splitting for her, Wyn whispered, “Maddie,” in the most ragged tone.
Her voice just as stripped down as his, Maddie confessed, “I’m so slick for you.” Untutored, raw need seemed to guide her actions, and her gaze had turned liquid with desire. “I have a toy…I was using it just now.” She didn’t look away from him as she took a stumbling step backward into her room. “I was pretending it’s you.”
Unable to separate from her, Wyn strode across the small distance and staggered to a stop at the sight that filled his eyes when he reached the entrance to Maddie’s room. Already on the bed, half turned on her side, one leg folded and stretched across the bed, Maddie had her long johns at her knees and her long-sleeve tee bunched up under her armpits, and she reached for a swirl-pattern glass phallus on her nightstand.
Holy Mother of God. Wyn parted his lips, but rapt to her presence, he could not speak. Glorious, pale, smooth skin, softly rounded belly, and breasts with the darkest berry-colored nipples he’d ever seen, Maddie was breathtaking. But it was the sight of her sliding that dildo along the folds of her pussy that stole his voice. Wyn had thought of himself as pretty knowledgeable and experienced sexually, but no woman had ever so boldly worked toward her own pleasure in his presence, and her innocence captivated him like no other.
Eyes glazed, watching him, Maddie pushed the glass wand along the plump, rosy folds of her sex, moaned and writhed against the toy, and this time Wyn could not hold back from lowering the front of his sweats and freeing his cock. He stroked his steely, vein-covered length, hissing as somehow a greater rush of blood flooded his dick. More early seed poured out of his slit like a broken faucet, lubricating him all that was needed for this job.
The woman before him, so lost in her own needs, excited him to his core, and good Christ, Wyn did his damnedest to take in everything at once. The sweetly enticing bloom of color on her cheeks, her lips slightly parted as she breathed heavier than normal, the curve of breasts and the knotted dark tips, which made Wyn’s mouth water with the desire to taste and nip to the point of making her scream with pleasure. Wyn pulled on his length harder as his own breathing quickened, because merciful God, the way she was laying perfectly exposed the rounded slope of her amazing ass and allowed him to watch the way the cockhead on the tip of that glass penis teased her pussy every time she moved it, separating her nether lips the slightest bit each time, but never sinking fully into her cunt.
Her body stretched on its side across the mussed covers, Maddie moved the dildo back and forth along her slit and rubbed her breasts at the same time, tweaking her nipples into tight needy points. Undulating and tensing with each glide of the toy over her sex, Maddie locked her gaze on Wyn, her voice a plea. “Wyn…”
A twisting fireball of need on the edge of exploding like a volcano, Wyn tugged on his cock from root to tip over and over again in a ruthless pattern, swiping bead after bead of precum with each pass. “Take the chains off from what you need to lose it, baby.” Taking his own advice, Wyn dipped down and fondled his cum-filled nuts, driven to push his pleasure too. “Look at me,” he ordered her. “I’m hard as hell, but I’m not going anywhere without you.”
Laser focused on Wyn, Maddie nodded. Then she rolled onto her back and plunged her hand down to her mound. With one hand she continued to torment herself with the glass toy; the other she used to play with her clit. Long johns stretched around her spread knees, Maddie circled her hips and rubbed two fingers at the apex of her sex, surely driving that little nerve-rich bead of sensitivity into a frenzy. Other than hair neatly trimmed in the shape of a heart, her pussy was smooth and slick with her juices, swollen in its need of relief.
Beads of sweat forming at her temples, her breasts swaying with each writhe of her body, Maddie switched from rubbing her cunt to smacking light and fast against her exposed pearl of desire, each loving spanking accompanied by a raw moan filled with pleasure. “Oh God, Wyn.” Pumping her hips, Maddie held the swirly-colored glass phallus poised at the ruby-red entrance of her pussy. Holding his stare, her voice was strained as she confessed, “I dream about you taking me.”
“Fuck, baby.” Her prisoner already, Wyn pulled
on his dick, out of control, and smacked his nuts in accompaniment to her little spanks against her clit. The slight hint of pain mixed with the tornado of pleasure dragged a guttural moan of need out of him. “I dream every night about you too.”
Crying out upon his answer, Maddie spread her thighs wide, slamming them all the way down to the bed, her long johns tearing with the force of her move, and drove the glass dildo into her pussy to its hilt. Instantly she bowed off the bed, and her cry turned into a rough shout; she quickly withdrew and sank the fake cock into her body with frenzied speed. Still tied to his gaze, she moaned, “I love you,” as she shook and shook and shook, bucking on the toy buried deep inside her body.
“Christ, Maddie.” Wyn jerked all over, caught in her honesty as an avalanche of need and desire and pent-up feelings slammed through him to his core. He uttered, “I love you too.” He was as exposed to another human being as he’d ever been, and holding his cock against himself, he cried out and shot hot milky seed all over his stomach and chest in endless, cataclysmic spurts.
Wyn breathed hard and heavy in the aftermath of the sharpest orgasm he’d ever experienced, unsure if he would ever unwind fully from what they’d just said to each other.
On the bed, Maddie continued to tremble as the glass cock slid out of her cunt. Letting it fall to the bed, she rolled onto her side and tucked her hands under her cheek. A thin layer of perspiration made her skin shimmer, and the dreamiest damned smile turned her pretty girl-next-door looks to stunningly beautiful.
Sexual release sparkled silver in her eyes. “Unless you want to break your own rules, you should probably go back to your own room now. But just remember that in a few months, what just happened will be for real, without eight feet between us.”