5. Chapter 5
Chapter 5
Nate
Shit. I’d hoped to avoid going into the water. I scramble desperately to grab hold of the log. It’s shifted, but it hasn’t been carried downriver yet. If I can hold on, I can use it to get back to land.
As the river sweeps me away, I flail out my foot in desperation. It hooks onto the log. I manage to wrap my leg around the log, pulling myself toward it until I can throw an arm over the log.
I heave myself up, and my head breaks the surface of the water. I take a gulp of air before remembering that I’m clutching the tiny dog in my arms. I lift her out of the water. Please don’t let her die.
I’m relieved to hear her yelp.
I manage to pull us out of the water and back onto land. The beautiful woman rushes forward to get her dog. She holds the pup to her chest and sobs.
“Let’s go,” I say softly. “The flood is just going to get worse. We’re not out of the woods yet.
I have towels stored in the truck. It’s not unusual to get wet while storm chasing. I hand two to the woman.
“One for you and one for the dog,” I say.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
I steer the truck back toward the Narrows.
“Are you going to dry off?” the woman asks.
“Not until we’re safely away from the river,” I say.
When we finally pass through the Narrows, I pull to the side of the road and put the park the truck. I use the face to dry the water that’s dripping down my face, but I’m soaked through. I glance at the woman. She’s smiling at me. She’s also drenched. The dog is sleeping in her arms.
The woman notices my eyes on the dog. “She’s asleep,” she says. “I guess she’s tuckered out.”
“Me too,” I say, chuckling.
“You saved her life. And maybe mine, too.”
I shrug. “It’s no problem, Miss.”
“Edie Mulroney. My dog’s name is Pepper.”
I smile at her. “I’m Nate.”
“I’m all wet, Nate,” Edie says in a seductive voice.
My eyes dart to her. She means her clothes, dummy. I pick at my flannel shirt. “Me too.”
She tucks a strand of hair behind an ear. “Maybe we should strip the wet clothes off?”
She moves the dog to the backseat. Then she hooks her fingers into the hem of her t-shirt and tugs it over her head. Like her clothes, her bra is wet. It’s also semi-transparent now. Her nipples are hard, and I can see the outline of her areolas. Fuuuuck.
“Your turn,” she says playfully.
Shrugging, I oblige, unbuttoning my flannel shirt. Once it’s off, I strip off the tank top that I’m wearing beneath it.
She unhooks her bra, letting it fall slowly. Her tits are free now—and they’re glorious. Before I’ve even finished taking in the magnificent sight, she’s unbuttoning her pants. Within a minute, she’s stripped every inch of wet fabric from her body.
She leans over, tentatively, unbuttoning my own pants. I let her slide them down my hips. She follows suit with my wet boxers. My hard cock springs free from the confinement.
“Mmm,” she says. Then she lowers her head and takes my cock in her mouth.
She sucks me until I’m ready to explode. Then she raises her head.
I gasp, desperate to cum in her mouth. Until she says, “I want to ride you.”
Jesus. “Whatever you want, sweetheart.”
She climbs over the console and straddles me. I position my cock at her entrance. “Are you wet?” I ask.
She laughs. “I told you I was, remember?”
“I thought you meant your clothes.”
She shakes her head. “That’s not what I meant. How could I not want you. You’re a big, sexy hero.”
Then she sinks onto me slowly. Agonizingly slowly. I grab her hips to hold her in place, and thrust my hips up, fucking her hard and fast.
She moans with pleasure, grabbing her tits with her fingers.
“Rub your clit,” I command.
She does as I instruct, moving her hand down until it rests between us. Within seconds, she’s coming, crying out, “Oh, God, yes, Nate!”
At the sound of my name on her lips, I explode inside her. It’s the hardest I’ve ever come in my life. But I’m not ready to stop yet.
I hold her face in my hands, kissing her deeply. She opens her mouth to allow me to probe her mouth with my tongue.
“Give me a few minutes, sweetheart,” I whisper. “And I’ll fuck you again.”