Swipe Right: Paranormal Mating Bundle

by DJ Bryce

  I wondered when he’d be back as I put my clothes down and grabbed my phone and wireless headphones.

  The beach was empty, as the whole place had been since we’d arrived. Bane had said we may run across others, but we hadn’t. It felt like we were the only two people in this slice of paradise.

  I laid my towel down, settled atop it and put in my ear buds.

  I watched the water lap against the shore as I listened to my downloaded music on shuffle and did what Bane had told me to… relaxed.

  I must have dozed off, because I woke to the sound of splashing, and turned my head to see Bane in the water. I sat up slowly and looked my fill.

  His back was broad and muscular, and tapered down to a small waist. His ass looked fantastic in his swim trunks, and the water streaming down his back beckoned for me to have a taste.

  I stood up, as if in a trance, dropped my headphones and walked toward the edge of the water.

  He must have heard me, or felt my gaze, because he turned, giving me an unobstructed view of his chest. It was hairless, which I found surprising, with defined pecs surrounded by his beautifully cut biceps. His abs were flawless and he had a sexy V that disappeared into his trunks.

  But, it was his expression that made me hungry.

  He looked happy, carefree, and playful, as if the shift and subsequent run had been just what he needed.

  Bane was smiling as he waved at me.

  “Come on in, it feels great,” he said, and I was helpless to do anything but listen.

  I moved toward him, my eyes taking in the stubble on his chin, his wet, messy hair and the gleam in his eyes.

  He dropped back under the water, then emerged with a laugh and tossed his wet hair back.

  And I was done for.

  I didn’t feel the cold water as I got deeper, I was on a mission, and nothing was going to stop me.

  Bane was still smiling as he watched me approach, not yet reading the intention in my eyes. I noticed the moment he did, though, because the smile dropped and his pupils dilated. His hand reached and pulled me toward him, my chest crashing into his as his head lowered and he claimed my lips with his own.

  The kiss wasn’t tentative, or unsure, not the awkward first kiss you had with a virtual stranger… it was pure fire.

  I moaned against his mouth and tilted my head, offering him more, which he took with a vengeance.

  Bane’s hands were on my ass, cupping and holding me close. I felt his erection against me and jumped up, wrapping my legs around his waist as my arms snaked around his neck to hold on.

  He didn’t stumble, instead catching me with ease and strength as he ground his cock against me, causing a whimper to escape my lips.

  The water caressed us, as our hands did the same, roaming over each other’s bodies in an attempt to feel everything at once.

  My fingers played with the wet hair at the back of his head as my tongue danced with his.

  The sound of a boat horn and cheering had us pulling our heads back and looking over at the party boat on the water. There was a group of people. I assumed they were young by the obscene gestures the men were making, but who knew.

  Anyways, it effectively ruined the mood, and had me backing out of Bane’s arms and standing on my own two feet again. Albeit shakily.

  Bane ran his hand through his hair, his eyes on me were wary.

  I wasn’t sure if I should say something, or just let it go, but I knew I didn’t regret it. Not at all.

  “Uh, I’m gonna catch some fish, then I’ll start on dinner,” Bane said after a few tense seconds.

  “Okay,” I replied softly, my voice still rough with emotion.

  I turned and started out of the water, when Bane asked, “Katja, you do like fish, don’t you? I guess I should have asked that before.”

  I gave him a small smile and nod, then walked the rest of the way out.

  I picked up my towel and dried off, not turning to watch Bane fishing in the water with what I’m assuming were his bare hands. All that manliness would probably make me jump him again, and I didn’t think he was ready for that.

  No, instead, I took a deep breath, grabbed my things, and went back to our camp to get changed.

  I’d brought some yoga pants, tank, and hoodie to wear for bed, so I figured I may as well put that on now, rather than my dirty clothes.

  This time, I took my stuff into the small tent Bane had put up and changed in there.

  By the time Bane came back with the fish, I was dressed, my hair was pulled back, and I was ready to help him put our meal together. I hoped things wouldn’t be awkward, but I also prayed that he didn’t regret what had happened in the lake.

  And, I was hoping we could do it again.

  Bane

  I cleaned and cooked the fish while Katja sat back and read a book.

  She’d offered to help, but since our sides were dried fruit, jerky, and sun chips, there wasn’t much for her to do. Besides, I wanted her to sit back, relax, and enjoy our time at the park.

  I wanted her to like it so much that she wanted to stay in Indiana and come back here someday.

  It was nice, being up here with someone who didn’t feel like they needed to fill the air with chatter all the time. Some of the people I brought on these trips never shut up long enough to enjoy the peace a night in the woods could bring.

  That was just another thing I found I liked about her.

  The list kept getting longer. Her sweet disposition, love of fitness and the outdoors, and ability to enjoy her surroundings were also on that list.

  But at the top of it? That kiss.

  Damn.

  I’d almost lost control. Almost pulled aside her bathing suit bottoms and thrust inside.

  I’d wanted to, so badly, but the idiots on the boat had saved us both by behaving like immature jackasses.

  It was really for the best.

  Although, as much as I tried to keep things platonic and focus on us getting to know each other, our libidos obviously had different ideas. I was drawn to her in a way I’d never been drawn to anyone.

  It was almost as if the kiss was going to happen whether we wanted it to our not.

  Like it was fate, or kismet, or whatever the word was for the kind of pull you had no control over.

  Which just meant I needed to be aware, and more cautious from now on.

  I was in control of myself, dammit, and could keep my hands to myself as I got to know Katja as a person.

  Our relationship couldn’t be based on sex, or our physical attraction, it needed to be about so much more. We needed to build trust, have a game plan, and stick to it. We needed our union to be about Sloane and her happiness.

  Not mine.

  “I hope you’re hungry,” I called as I got out the paper plates and other items.

  “Starving, actually,” Katja replied with a smile as she closed her book. “Must be all the fresh air.”

  “That’ll do it,” I agreed, then made her a plate with the fish and sides, handing it to her before I made my own.

  “This looks fantastic, thanks,” she said, then waited for me to sit down.

  We ate in relative silence, letting the sounds of nature fill the void while we consumed the fish, which, if I do say so myself, was pretty damn delicious. I’d caught four, figuring we’d both be hungry since we hadn’t had much to eat of real substance since breakfast.

  And, I guess I was spot on, because within twenty minutes, all of the fish was gone, along with the chips, fruit and jerky.

  Luckily, we still had some trail mix to snack on if we got hungry later on, and for breakfast, I’d put together my famous oatmeal packets. I’d originally thought it up when I brought Sloane out on her first overnight, thinking she needed more than a granola bar to sustain her.

  All I did was toss oatmeal, chopped pecans, dried cranberries, and vanilla sugar into a zip lock, then I’d boil some water then stir it all together in my camping mug, topped with my travel sized almond butter and som
etimes banana and put it on top. It was a pretty hearty breakfast that was not only tasty, but would give us the energy to hike back to the jeep in the morning.

  Sloane loved it. I was hoping Katja would, too.

  This need I seemed to have to keep her well-fed and taken care of was new, and more than I expected to feel for someone who was still a relative stranger.

  “Thanks again, that was great,” Katja said, pulling me from my thoughts. “I insist on cleaning up, you’ve already done so much… why don’t you relax for a while?”

  I nodded in agreement and thanked her when she took my plate.

  I wandered off to find some privacy and use the restroom, then went to the beach to clean up a bit before heading back to the camp site. Everything was put away, except the marshmallows, which I noticed Katja had taken out and laid in my chair.

  I guess that was her hint that she wanted to roast some.

  It was dark, the sky was lit up with stars, and the crickets were sounding off as Katja read her book, a small smile playing on her lips. She looked beautiful in the firelight, and I once again fought the urge to go to her.

  “I’m guessing you’re ready for dessert,” I said with a laugh as I picked up the bag of marshmallows.

  “Yes, I love roasted marshmallows,” Katja replied. “I could be stuffed full and never say no to that burnt deliciousness.”

  I searched the ground until I found a couple of sticks, held them into the fire to sterilize, then handed her one.

  “Here you go,” I said as I opened the bag and held them out for her.

  “Thanks,” she said, taking three and putting them all on her stick.

  “So, you go for the burn, huh?”

  “Yup,” Katja replied as she placed her stick in the flame. “I like them burnt to a crisp, how about you?”

  “Same.”

  “See, I knew I liked you,” she said, and all I could think was, yeah, I really like you, too.

  Katja

  It had been such a lovely day.

  More than I’d ever imagined when I’d agreed to come out for the trial. I hadn’t expected Bane. Not like this. To be so honest, open, kind, and interesting.

  I hadn’t expected to like him so much.

  I laid in the tent. Alone. Staring up at the material of the roof and replaying the last couple of days in my mind.

  I was in danger of breaking the rules we’d set for this relationship and really liking this man. Already. I was only a couple days in and my defenses were already crumbling. He was like no one I’d ever known, and I was sure I’d only scratched the surface.

  I couldn’t wait to see him with Sloane.

  My body started buzzing with need as I replayed the kiss in the lake.

  I turned my head and looked out the flap of the tent. I could see Bane lying there, near the fire, his gaze up on the stars above.

  He wasn’t asleep either.

  I wondered if he was as turned on as I was.

  If he was thinking about that kiss.

  The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to touch him. To taste him.

  I knew he wasn’t ready to have sex, Bane had been clear about that, but fooling around in other ways would be okay, right?

  Just a little something to take the edge off…

  My stomach dipped nervously as I tried to build up the courage to act on my desires. What if he turned me away, or worse, got upset with me for pushing things? All I wanted to do was give him pleasure, and maybe get a little for myself along the way. That didn’t make me a bad person, right?

  I wouldn’t push him into something he’d already said he didn’t want, but a blow job wouldn’t hurt. Would it?

  The thought of going over to him, taking his cock in my mouth and pleasing him until he couldn’t hold back had my body getting hot as my hands began to shake.

  I could do this. Just go out there and be assertive.

  I swallowed nervously, wiped my wet palms on my shorts, and eased out of the tent.

  Bane’s head turned toward the sound, and he watched me quietly as I moved toward him. I paused next to his sleeping bag, then dropped to my knees.

  He opened his mouth, probably to ask what I was doing, but I shook my head.

  I needed him to be quiet, or I’d lose my nerve.

  I slowly reached out. Both of our gazes tracked the movement, neither of us breathing as we waited to see what the other would do. Tension crackled between us as my fingers grazed his skin as I grabbed his waistband.

  Bane’s Adams apple bobbed when he realized what I was about to do, and his eyes darkened. I watched his face for denial, rejection, or any sign that he wanted me to stop. When he didn’t protest, I started to pull his shorts down.

  Bane lifted his hips to help me, and I pulled them down just past his butt, then stopped and looked.

  His cock was long, think, and very hard.

  It pulsed against his stomach, and I reached out, needing to feel him.

  Bane sucked in a breath at the first touch, the back of my knuckles running softly down the length of him. I turned my hand as I reached the tip and fisted my palm around the head, squeezing slightly as I moved that fist down, then back up.

  “Katja,” Bane said, his voice sounding choked.

  My eyes flitted to his face, then back down to watch what my hand was doing.

  I held onto the base of his cock, holding it upright as I bent forward. I ran my cheek over the silky skin, and Bane groaned in response, then I let my tongue follow suit, before placing my lips around the head and sucking.

  Bane’s hipped buck and he moaned, “Fuck,” and that was all the invitation I needed.

  I jacked him as I bobbed, my cheeks hollowing out as I sucked. The taste of him, coupled with the sounds he was making, and the feel of him beneath my hand had my pussy wet and pulsing with need.

  I shoved my free hand into my shorts and found my clit.

  At Bane’s strangled cry, I looked up at him to see his gaze alternating from what I was doing with my mouth, to what I was doing to myself, which only turned me on more.

  I moved my fingers furiously over my clit as I worked him over, and it didn’t take long before I felt my orgasm building. I moaned around Bane’s cock, moving my hand from the base of his shaft down to cup his balls, then gently roll them in my palm.

  “I’m gonna come,” Bane grunted, giving me enough of a warning to move if I wanted.

  I didn’t want.

  I sucked harder and rolled his balls some more, and as I felt him stiffen beneath me, my own hips bucked as I came against my fingers. Seconds later, Bane shot into my mouth with a shout, and I kept sucking until he began to soften in my mouth.

  I pulled my hand out of my shorts, helped Bane pull his shorts up, then dropped a kiss on his cheek and said, “Good night.”

  I went quietly back into the tent, zipped myself in, and got comfortable in my makeshift bed.

  I fell asleep quickly, my body relaxed and satisfied, with a smile on my lips.

  Bane

  I slept better than I had in ages.

  Considering I was sleeping outside on the ground, that was pretty crazy.

  I’d been shocked when Katja had come out of the tent, her expression full of intent and had been about to tell her to go to sleep, when she’d reached for me and I’d lost the ability to think, let alone speak.

  The blow job had been the best I’d ever had, and I’d come so hard I thought I might pass out.

  It had been so long since a woman had touched me physically. Sexually. I hadn’t been able to control myself or hold off my orgasm. I’d been putty in her hands. Hers to do with as she wished, and the outcome had been glorious.

  I just hoped we were still on the same page.

  It was easy to get swept up in chemistry… this crazy attraction we had for each other. But I had to keep my focus on what mattered, and not lose myself in lust.

  I got up, packed away my sleeping back, and went to relieve myself in the woods
and wash up before making breakfast. I looked toward the tent as I moved and saw Katja was still asleep.

  I shook off the image of her above me, her mouth around my cock as she masturbated. Focus, I reminded myself.

  The lake was shockingly cold, but I splashed water on my face anyway, needing to wake up fully before I started the fire. I washed my hands, rubbed my wet hands over the back of my neck and hair, then turned back toward the camp.

  By the time Katja had started to move around in the tent, I had the fire going and water starting to boil.

  “Morning,” I said when she peeked her head out of the flap.

  Her cheeks colored prettily and she replied softly. “Good morning.”

  “Coffee?” I asked as I poured some of the instant grounds out of a baggie and into a mug.

  “Yes, please,” Katja said as she stood and stretched.

  I tried not to notice the way her tank rode up, giving me a glimpse of her tanned skin underneath.

  I failed.

  “I’m just gonna go…” she trailed off, gesturing toward the woods, and I knew she needed to go to the bathroom.

  I said, “Okay,” quickly to save her from having to finish the sentence. She was obviously a little embarrassed.

  Katja gave me a small smile, then went off to take care of business while I poured the hot water into the coffee and oatmeal.

  By the time she’d come back, the oatmeal was ready, so I added the toppings and handed her the mug.

  “I have some packets of powdered cream and sugar, if you’d like some for your coffee,” I offered.

  “I’ll take it black,” she said, so I handed her another cup. “This looks great,” she added, indicating the oatmeal.

  “Thanks, it’s Sloane’s favorite camping breakfast.”

  “I can see why,” Katja said after taking a bite. “It’s delicious.”

  I grinned, pleased that she liked it.

  Once we were done and had rinsed out our cups, I asked, “You ready to head out?”