Chapter 11
Shane
Ididn’t have a hope in hell of controlling this. I was gutted inside, so when something powerful swept through me, it found no resistance. And I felt none from her, either. Just hunger, eager and sweet and seductive.
Maybe this was a thank-you fuck for brokering her sister’s rescue.
I didn’t know, and I didn’t care. I gave in to the clawing need.
My hands were all over her slim, sinuous body.
I cupped those high, tight little tits against my hands as I wrenched off the stretchy gray sweatshirt, tossing it off to the floor.
Her hair rose up, electrified, clinging to her face and to mine, to my hands, buzzing with static, silky soft.
Her lips were so fucking sweet, so tender.
Opening to me in soft, dreamy surrender.
She let out little choked gasps of delight as I touched those sweet tits, those tight little dark pink nipples. I bent to taste them, suckling them, swirling my tongue around, around. Her hot velvety skin was so smooth, so exquisitely perfect.
She sobbed, dragging my head to her chest as I suckled and licked her breasts. Her legs wound around me. She was pulsing her pussy against my thigh.
I jerked the pants and the panties down, and she was naked, shivering in the cold air.
Pressed up against the cheap pine-paneled wall, her eyes dilated with excitement.
She let out a cry, writhing against my hand as I slid my fingers up and down her pussy slit.
God, she was so hot and wet, so slick and silken and perfect.
I caressed her hot, tight little hole with slow, thrusting caresses of my fingers while I sought out her clit with my thumb.
I let her body guide me. She was circling her hips, squeezing her pussy desperately around my fingers, working herself eager, making those awesome pleading sounds.
Almost there… and oh… yes. God, yes.
She let out a wrenching cry as the orgasm throbbed through her.
Her face was cherry red, and so was my dick, when I pulled it out, prodding her eagerly as I cupped her ass and lifted her up to just the right height.
Her legs draped over my arms, legs spread out wide.
I pressed my aching cockhead between her slick, tender pussy lips, pressing against the resistance.
She licked her lips. “Shane,” she whispered.
“You want it?” That was the most eloquent thing I could manage.
She gave me a nod, thank God, and I pushed forward. We both made noise as I forced my cock slowly inside her hot, clinging depths. I loved her whimpering moan of pleasure as I eased back out. Fucking incredible.
I surged forward again, deeper. Each stroke left me shiny, gleaming with her balm. Long, slow, gliding strokes, at least for the first few minutes. We wound together, her legs twined around my thighs, bracing herself. Lifting herself. Thrusting, sighing.
Then the pace picked up, and her nails dug in, and I was driving deeper, harder, jolting her against the wall with each stroke.
She was so damn beautiful, her soft open mouth panting for air, her hypnotically gorgeous eyes gazing into mine, dazed with astonishment.
Her beautiful, flushed, heaving tits. Her fingernails, clamped into my shoulders.
Her beautiful pussy lips, hot pink and shining, yielding to me.
Each thrust was a wet, eager, suckling caress, on the in-stroke, on the out-stroke, and oh wow…
she was working up to another big one. And now I was, too. Couldn’t stop it, or slow it.
There were a million good reasons why this was a terrible idea.
The time, ticking away. The danger, circling in.
But nothing seemed as important as fucking this woman just like she needed me to fuck her, until the tension shattered, and pleasure surged through her body, massaging my dick like squeezing fingers, milking me… pulling me.
I exploded, and gave her all that I was in that crashing release.
I was squishing her slender body against the wall, I realized. I leaned back, looking into her face. “You okay?” I ground out.
She nodded. “Great,” she whispered.
I forced myself to drag my reluctant dick out of her, realizing all at once that I had come inside her. Without a single thought. I’d never done that before. I was always careful. I always used latex. But with Red, I had forgotten that latex existed.
I set her on her feet, and without a word, she gathered up her clothes and fled with them into the bathroom.
I pulled my pants back up and put the tight, girly sweater back on. Water began to run. I went out, amazed that I had left the door unlocked and the gun unattended.
Halliwell’s goons could have just walked in here, completely unchallenged.
I went out the back door, and peered down into the narrow space between the trees where I could glimpse the road far below … and saw a flash of movement.
My heart thudded. I saw another. Big black SUV’s. Shiny as black widows.
I barged into the bedroom. “Red!” I yelled. “We’ve got company!”
Cass
I rinsed off the evidence of my complete and total lapse in judgement, which was currently trickling down the inside of my legs. God, I could barely stand, or hold the detachable shower nozzle in my shaking hand. My legs shook.
I had not known that an orgasm could be…
well, on that scale. It was too much. Overwhelming.
Like being disassembled, down to my smallest parts.
Everything I thought I was, everything I thought I knew, zeroed out, gone.
No certainties, no self, no clue, until my brain floated back and resumed doing its job.
And my brain took its own sweet time about that.
How he could drive me to that place when we were under such pressure, I would never know.
He must be some kind of sex god, because I was a tough nut to crack.
It was difficult to make me come. Hell, I had a hard time doing the job all by my own lonesome self.
Let alone when I let someone else try to do it.
But one touch from that man, and I melted down into a writhing, whimpering mess. I did not even know that wild, desperate woman.
Probably it was the rush of energy that the good news about Reggie’s rescue had given me. It had shocked my glands into freak-out mode. Temporary insanity, brought on by a shock of unexpected joy and relief.
I dried off with my sodden towel, and was yanking my pants up over my shaking legs when a sharp knocking on the bathroom door made me jump and squeak.
“Hey! Red!” Shane called, his voice urgent. “We’ve got company!”
That killed my buzz in a hurry. I vaulted out the door and pulled on my shoes with feverish haste. “Where? Who?”
“On the road. On the switchbacks down below. We don’t have much time.”
I tied laces with icy, shaking fingers, messed them up, tried again. “Couldn’t it just be some random car using the road?”
“Two identical black late model SUVs, one right after the other? I doubt it. Is this your only gun?”
“Yes. It never occurred to me that I’d need more than one,” I said.
He was already in the kitchen, rummaging through kitchen drawers and pulling out random items. A corkscrew, a bunch of old, battered kitchen knives.
He picked out a couple of the knives. “There’s probably at least four, maybe five guys in each vehicle,” he said.
“I’ll take the gun. Which means that you can’t help me except by disappearing.
The cabin is a death trap. Run into the woods, and do not come back unless I call you. ”
“No! I can’t just leave you to—”
“You can’t help, Red. You’d just fuck my focus.”
“But I—”
“Give me the car keys.”
“You mean, the Jeep? You want to try to outrun them?”
“No, the one we came in,” he said.
I grabbed the van’s key fob off the kitchen counter and offered it to him. He seized the back of my shirt, and frog-marched me out onto the porch. “Run. Go. Now.”
“But you can’t go anywhere with that van! It can’t handle the bluff road up over the ridge! I told you! Particularly not with that huge block of ice in the back!”
“I have a plan. No time to explain.” He shoved me out the door. “Run!”
I just stood there, utterly dismayed, as he loped toward the van. I darted back inside, and rummaged through the same drawer that Shane had looked through. He’d taken the likely looking knives. The rest looked barely capable of buttering bread.
There was a big rolling pin, so I grabbed that. Better than nothing.
When I got back out, Shane had backed the van down to the steep incline, and the edge of the tree canopy that hid the cabin.
He came around to the back, and opened both of the van’s back doors.
Then he looked over at me, his dark brows knit up with fierce disapproval.
“I told you to run,” he said, eyeing the rolling pin I was clutching.
“You did,” I said.
“You don’t follow orders very well, do you, Red?”
“Nope. And I told you. My name is Cass.”
“Let’s make a deal,” he said. “I promise to use your real name if you run like hell. When the time comes, I’ll call out and say, hey Cass! All clear! Come out, Cass! Okay? Do we have a deal?”
“No,” I said. “I started this thing, and I am not running from it.”
“Fuck,” he muttered. “You are a pain in my ass, Red.”
“So they all tell me,” I said, following him through the big, draping boughs thick with tufts of pine needles, to a spot where we could peer through the waving foliage and see a piece of the road below.
The first vehicle passed, not more than a couple hundred yards down the hill from us. Then the second one stopped, and two men got out. They were dressed in forest camo, and heavily armed.
“Friendly neighbors, hmm? Rando cars?” he murmured.
“Shut up, Shane,” I snapped. “It was a perfectly reasonable question.”