CHAPTER TEN
Sierra
Sierra squatted down well outside the perimeter of about fifteen feet of contaminated soil. The earth here was a sickly greenish brown with most of the contamination just inside the chain-link fence.
“I’ll have to call my manager. I’m not sure I’ll get a response because it’s the weekend but we’ll go ahead and cordon off the area today.
I’ll have to drive to the main office in Kissimmee to gather some sampling kits, coring equipment, and more protective gear if my satellite site doesn’t have what I need. ”
She stood, dusting off her butt.
“What?” she asked in response to his silent observation.
Zeek shook his head as if confused. “I just can’t shake the image of you wallowing around naked in the mud like a sexy little glasses-wearing, curly headed piglet. Just naked and dirty and having the time of your life.”
Laughter shot out of her and the edges of his eyes crinkled in humor. He was a serious man but she really liked to see him smile. She really liked making him smile.
“Please be professional,” she said once she was able to corral her attraction, admonishing herself as much as to him.
“Only way I know how to be is me.”
And unfortunately, I somehow like you being you.
Him being him made her want to do something sexy right now, something outrageous and alluring...but really, how alluring could she be in a mask, a beat up old hat, and dusty clothes stained with sweat? She couldn’t.
“Also, I’m not the one at work, I can be as unprofessional as I want.”
She pulled her phone from her back pocket and began taking pictures of the area.
“This was obviously an illegal waste dumping. Is there another water source near here?” she asked, turning to face him, and jumped. He was right behind her.
“Professional,” she warned him.
He shrugged and looked toward the tree line where the animals lay.
“Beyond the trees over there, there’s a natural pond. I checked it out earlier and it looks alright, no smells, no funny colors. Best to have a professional like yourself check it out though. Just to be sure.”
She cleared her throat and nodded once. She removed her mask as they walked toward the shaded tree line.
By all outer indicators, Zeek was being very respectful, if not professional. Except for how closely he walked beside her. Except for how he reached over and held her hand securely in his, as if afraid she was going to run off as they made their way toward the tree line.
“Is it usually this hot so early in the summer? It wasn’t this hot in the morning. Luckily I have air conditioning; I didn’t have that in my old apartment. I usually like the heat; prefer it over cold...”
He remained silent.
“Did you notice the different levels of soil saturation around the contaminated area?” Her words were pressured. “I think someone came back a second or third time, not just one large dump.”
He stopped walking and looked down at her. “You alright, Wildflower?”
“Huh? Um, yeah... Yeah,” she said, licking her lips nervously.
He took a step forward. She took a step back.
He scanned the area behind her before his eyes found their way back to her.
Sierra took another step back. She felt exposed beneath his heated gaze.
He reached out and removed her sunglasses and she instantly felt exposed.
“All we’re doing is walking to the pond,” she said, mostly to convince herself. She would stop projecting sexual intent onto Zeek Evers’s every action.
“Oh, we’re doing more than that,” Zeek corrected, refusing to be in denial with her.
He took another step forward. She took another step back, feeling trapped. She was sure he didn’t intend her to feel that way.
Something wicked slid across his face.
Fuck that, it absolutely is his intention. “Were you just trying to get me alone in the woods so no one would see you ravishing me?”
He laughed.
“Ravish? You make it sound like I’m the beast in the woods both bears and women run from. All I think I need is a light kiss. A small thing really. Ask me to kiss you, Sierra Rowan.”
Her heart slammed around in her ribcage like a frantic bird wanting to escape its isolated existence and fly home, fly to him.
“I’m…I’m not going to ask you to kiss me, Ezekiel Evers.
I’m telling you, you keep tempting me and I might just ravish you.
” She reached up boldly, very unprofessionally, and stroked his jaw.
She held his gaze, and the fire that burned in his eyes made her feel like a powerful sex deity.
“But I can’t. Not yet. All I can do, right now, in this moment, is taste you.
Just a little taste. Will you let me taste you, Ezekiel? ” she asked.
“You can,” he said. His fingers gripping each of her ass cheeks, digging into her flesh as he pulled her to a supremely impressive erection. “And I’m going to taste you back.”
He lowered his head just enough for her to reach his mouth then stopped. She lifted up on her toes, gliding her lips over his, memorizing their shape, their texture, their suppleness. She skimmed her nose over his cheek, breathing in his cinnamon-mint infused breath into her.
“Taste me or tease me?” he rumbled.
She pressed her mouth against his then retreated.
“Both.”
“Both.” He nodded, looking over her head as he pushed his hips closer, nestling his erection firmly into the softness of her abdomen. “Can you handle rough language, Sierra?”
“Fuck yeah! Sometimes all I want is a little roughness.”
He smiled. “And do you want me to fuck you or free you?”
She didn’t know what that meant, free her from what? From her good sense? From life’s mortal coil? Fuck her so good she died? Le petit mort? Or would he literally fuck her then kill her and bury her body beside Chupa’s mother? She didn’t really know what this man was capable of.
“Both,” she answered, unwilling to weigh outcomes. If she died, she died.
Gliding her hands up corded forearms, she dug her fingers into shoulders, his flesh barely yielded to her grip. She kissed him. Hungry, no teasing, just tasting, feeling, breaths merging, heartbeats colliding against each other.
Zeek lifted her, wrapping her legs around his hips so her pussy rested on top of his dick. She moaned, grinding into him until warm liquid spurted from her body, soaking the juncture of her thighs.
His hand fisted her coiled locks and he devoured her with an intensity that left her confused and breathless.
More.
She must have moaned the word because his free hand went from gripping her ass to maneuvering inside the front of her overalls into her panties.
What he felt unleashed something. His dragged his feet back and forth over the earth a few times and dropped to his knees, leaned forward, and pressed his hand into the ground next to her shoulder before lowering their bodies.
Pressing her knees up and back until they were close to her ears, his hips ground and slammed against her pussy as if the impact alone could disintegrate the material separating them.
She keened as pressure built within her womb.
He hadn’t said a word. Hadn’t stopped kissing her.
The man fucked silently with an intensity she’d never experienced.
Once her clothes were off and his pants down around his knees, she knew he was going to fuck her into the ground.
She fumbled with the straps of her overalls and got them down around her forearms wanting to be free of encumbrances, wanting to be skin to skin.
He never paused, never slowed the grinding of his hips as he rutted against her.
“Wait,” she breathed out, trying to grasp the straps of her overalls.
He didn’t wait.
He reached up and dragged the straps down her arms, past her waist, and over her hips.
He raised up onto his knees, undid his pants, eyes never straying from hers, as he reached into his pants and pulled?—
A loud bark then a sharp high pitched yip froze them both in place.
“Oh fuck me,” she groaned in frustration, letting her head fall back onto the dirty, leafy, grassy earth.
“Trust me, I was trying,” Zeek grumbled, adjusting himself inside his pants before she could even get a glimpse of it!
“Uhhhggg!” she shouted to the expansive sky. She felt like crying and throwing a tantrum at the same time.
“The animals are conspiring against us,” Zeek said calmly, like he wasn’t just about to burst through the fabric of his pants to get inside her.
Easing her clothing up her body, Zeek secured the overall straps on her shoulders and stood, pulling her up alongside him.
Five feet behind Zeek, Odin stood with Chupa sitting on his back as if she were royalty and he her devoted stead.
“At least they’re not trying to kill each other,” she muttered, dusting off her backside then swiping the back of her head to dislodge some of the debris from hair she was certain resembled a bird’s nest.
Ezekiel reached for her hand and pinned it to her side.
His face flushed red.
Placing his hands on her shoulders, he turned her around and began to pluck vegetation from her hair, tossing it to the ground.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to lose control.
” His words were so low they almost didn’t register but his shame did.
She frowned, confused. “I’ve never lost control during sex in my whole life,” he said.
“Not once. In the rest of my life, yeah, lost it plenty of times, but never during sex; never like that.”
“Are you kidding me right now?” She swung around to face him again. “I wanted you to lose control! I enjoyed you losing control. How embarrassing for me if I was the only one of us who did.”
“You said wait and I didn’t wait.”
“No, you didn’t. You did the thing I was asking for time to do—pull off my freaking clothes—which, if you think about it, was more helpful than having waited.”
He gripped the side of her neck and ran his thumb over her cheek. “When I aimed my gun at the kit this morning, I didn’t know who you were but didn’t intend to shoot you. Now, that I know how dangerous you really are, I realize not even a gun can protect me.”
“Awww, don’t worry Zeeky boy, now that I know what you can do”—she looked at his crotch and wiggled her eyebrows up and down—“I’ll do everything in my power to keep you safe. I’ll protect you.”