CHAPTER 22
Two fingers scissor her pussy while my thumb presses to her perfectly pierced clit, the balls on the bar rolling under the pad of my thumb.
Her head dips back as I apply pressure to that sensitive bundle of nerves, her chest arching out as she curves her spine, lips parting.
She is so fucking beautiful.
“Knox,” My name stutters from her lips.
The swells of her breasts crest the surface of the water, a little puddle in the dip between her clavicles.
Sliding my fingers further, I tease at her entrance, pushing in just an inch with a single finger as I keep that pressure applied to her clit.
Her pleasure is the most beautiful damn thing I’ve ever fucking seen.
There’s a pink flush to her skin; her pouty lips are parted, and her body…
it’s like fucking putty in my hands. She is mine.
“Say it again,” I tease that finger in and out of her slick heat, fucking her with it slowly while my cock jerks beneath my boxers.
“Knox,” She moans.
“That’s my fucking name on your lips, Hellion. Mine.”
“Yes,” She breathes, “Please…”
“Don’t you beg so pretty, darlin’,” I praise. “You want more?”
Her nails claw at my arms, sinking into my skin enough to leave a mark. But I welcome her brand of pain.
“Yes,” She hisses.
“Manners, Elena.”
“Please.”
I slide the finger inside before I pull it out and stretch her with a second.
She gasps, her thighs squeezing together around my hand, but I don’t stop.
I keep moving my fingers in and out of her, fucking her slowly with my hand while my thumb continues to play with that piercing of hers.
She rolls her hips, climbing up higher, searching for that release.
The trees rustle with a breeze, and the water laps at our bodies.
“I’m going to come,” She breathes, her head falling forward to rest in the spot between my shoulder and neck, “Fuck, Knox.”
“Give it to me,” I demand. “Let me have it.”
She shudders, but she isn’t quite there yet.
I curl my fingers a touch, allowing them to grind on that soft, sweet spot inside, coaxing her orgasm forward.
“Come on, Hellion,” I urge, “Show me how pretty you are when you fall apart, show me what you look like when you just let go.”
I keep the pace, the pressure, stroking her cunt as her body convulses and tenses.
“That’s it,” I praise. “Sing for me, darlin’.”
I feel it when she finally lets it go, when she succumbs to her climax. Her pussy clamps around my fingers and she throbs against my thumb, her moans turning to whimpers as she shakes against me.
Above us, the sky turns darker, the sun slipping down beneath the horizon, but I don’t let go of her until she stills in my arms.
Slowly, I slip my fingers from her body and then grasp her thighs, parting her legs until I can lift her and secure her around my waist. Her arms loop around my neck, and she leans back, her eyes hooded, a sated look to her.
Turning us, I begin to wade through the water back to the shore, only to pause when I hear a whistle.
“Knox!?” Chase’s voice cuts through the dark. “Dinner is done! Where are you?”
It’s in that moment I realize what the fuck I’ve just done.
“Knox,” Elena’s voice has a hint of warning.
Fuck!
That wasn’t supposed to happen.
“Don’t,” There’s a tremor in her voice that catches me off guard.
“I’m sorry.” I swallow thickly and release her, helping her down until her feet touch the ground. Immediately, the water feels ten degrees colder.
Her arms come around herself to cover up her bare breasts, water rolling down her skin.
“That was a mistake.”
One brow quirks up, “No, it wasn’t.”
“It was,” I grind out, “It won’t happen again.”
She laughs, a full maniacal laugh that sends a chill down my spine. “Fucking spineless men.”
She storms by me, well tries to at least, back toward the shore. Not afraid of being naked or that Chase is just through the trees. I try not to look, I do, but the woman is a goddess. Just one I shouldn’t have for myself.
There is not a single flaw to her, she is full and shapely and stunning…
Anyone else. If she were anyone fucking else.
“Fuck you, Knox Carter.”
She throws her shirt on, letting it fall down to her thighs, the material sticking to her wet skin before she pulls her panties up her legs and under the hem. And then she walks away, her clothes tucked under her arm, her feet bare.
A wild, hellish woman that one is.
My head bows, and I loosen a breath. I can still feel the way her body wrapped around mine, can still feel the way she trembled as I brought her to orgasm on my fingers. I wanted a taste so bad, wanted to slip my tongue between her lips, to feed from her.
It almost makes me pissed at Chase for interrupting us.
Once out of the water, I lose the wet boxers and slip my jeans back on before I shove my arms through the sleeves of my shirt and return to the camp. A fire is burning in a pit Chase set up, a metal pot of water coming to a boil over the flames.
Chase eats from his bowl, sitting on a log but a quick scan shows Elena isn’t out here with him.
He jerks his chin toward one of the two tents he’s already set up. “She took her food, the flask and the dog, and went straight in there.”
“Leave her,” I sigh, knees cracking as I take a seat beside him.
“Did I interrupt something?” He questions.
“No,” I lie, reaching for his flask resting on the log.
I take a long hit of the whiskey before I dig into the food Chase prepared, shoveling it into my mouth. It’s been a long fucking day, a great day but a long one, and sleep is the only thing I want now.
Though that is going to be interesting since I’m sharing the tent with Elena. There was only so much space for me to use when packing supplies, and there’s no fucking way I’ll bunk with Chase.
When the water boils over, the water hissing when it meets the flames, Chase removes it, pouring it into three cups, handing me two of them.
“I’m hitting the sack.” He stands and stretches. “My ass is still fucking numb.”
I chuckle, “Night.”
He throws a two-finger salute before he disappears into his own tent, cup of whatever tea he picked up at the market the morning before in his hand. He pretends that he doesn’t have a thing for the girl who sells it, but I’ve never seen the man blush harder than when he speaks with her.
Taking the tea, I head to my own tent, pulling back the door to find Elena curled on her side, the bowl empty with the flask next to it. Judge is curled up beside her, his head resting on her body.
She whips her head to me. “What?”
“We’re bunking together,” I warn her.
“Wonderful,” She rolls back over.
“Elena,” I start.
“Don’t,” She snaps, “Just don’t. It’s humiliating enough getting rejected once, but twice?” She shakes her head. “Don’t know why you bother; it’s so very fucking obvious you want me.”
“It’s not that fucking easy.” I growl.
“Bullshit.”
I place the tea down next to her, but she doesn’t reach for it or move as I climb in beside her. The weather is warm enough that we only need light blankets, but I make sure she is covered before I take any for myself and then lay down flat.
The tension fizzles in the small space, thick and heavy and stifling.
Wanting Elena isn’t the problem.
It’s her surname that’s stopping me.