Part 6 (1/2)

She'd almost broken into tears when he'd come to a halt in front of this gorgeous blue river. She hadn't believed him when he said they would rest. Yet there he was, snapping off those long green ferns and placing them one on top of the other until the unmistakable outline of a rustic mattress began to form on the ground.

Heck, who would have thought ferns could be used in such a way? But then again, these ferns weren't the small ones she was used to seeing in the swamps and wetlands on Earth. Nor were they the kind near the campgrounds she'd camped at with her family when she was a kid. No, these ferns grew in lush, five feet or longer bushes, their green foliage half an inch thick and spongy to the touch.

Kayla returned her gaze to the sparkling river. It meandered as far as she could see in both directions, and lining the low banks on both sides were those towering ferns.

The promise of drowning herself in a cold drink of water almost lured her into the pristine clear liquid, but then she stopped. What if this water wasn't safe to drink? What if it was the same kind of water as that brown swamp water she and her sisters swam through after crash-landing?

Maybe he wanted her to drink it so she would become intoxicated with l.u.s.t and easy prey for him. Kayla bit her bottom lip and stared at the lazy, moving water.

Oh please, prey on me!

She dared to dip a bare toe in the liquid.

Oh man, talk about heaven.

Nice and cold. Just what she needed to douse the flames of l.u.s.t consuming her. She was definitely beginning to burn with extreme need again. It came in waves now. The need to f.u.c.k, followed by the need to rest. And she was just entering the need-to-f.u.c.k phase again.

She closed her eyes and bit back a moan as she closed her legs tightly and wished she had the nerve to finger-f.u.c.k herself into oblivion. Maybe she could if Taylor disappeared for a few minutes. She was sure that's all the time she'd need to m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.e. Her cheeks warmed over what had happened when she'd been locked in that cage on wheels. Over how fantastic the release had been while she'd m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.ed under the moonlight.

Kayla swallowed and bit back yet another moan as an arrow of l.u.s.t slammed though her when she relived seeing the stranger's shadowy figure at the cage door. The glazed arousal s.h.i.+ning in his eyes. The son of a b.i.t.c.h had been watching her m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.e.

Her l.u.s.t only grew when, earlier this morning, she'd accepted his c.o.c.k into her mouth. Sweet oblivion couldn't be better than when she'd o.r.g.a.s.med at her own hands with his c.o.c.k thrusting into her throat.

She blew out a hot breath and advanced a few steps into the clear, cold water. Soft sand s.h.i.+fted beneath her sore feet, instantly ma.s.saging her toes. Even the sand beneath her feet s.h.i.+fted with an erotic touch. Her p.u.s.s.y creamed as she stepped deeper and the water splashed against her skirt. She looked down to see the flimsy garment floating on the water all around her.

For a moment she was like a ballerina, her skirt billowing as she twirled. Goodness, it reminded her of being back in a dance room at the age of five, struggling with ballet lessons. Her parents had taken pity on her and yanked her out of dance cla.s.ses.

They'd asked her what brought her the most happiness and she'd said animals. Her dad had then accompanied her to the local animal shelter where they'd both volunteered a couple of hours every Sunday afternoon for many years. It was at the shelter she'd decided to become a veterinarian.

Then, halfway through her second year of veterinary school, her brothers had sent back a mysterious code embedded in a message for NASA. A couple of her brothers' astronaut friends were able to decipher the meaning-no one should return to this planet. Their theory was that they had traveled through a time warp or some sort of time fragment. They had mentioned finding an exact replica of the Statue of Liberty decaying on some sandy beach. It was eerily reminiscent of a cla.s.sic movie she'd seen about three astronauts who'd landed on a future Earth where the planet had been run by apes.

Thankfully this planet wasn't inhabited by talking apes. Instead she had a s.e.xy stud on her hands and yet another wave of l.u.s.t cras.h.i.+ng through her.

Kayla bit her bottom lip again and whimpered at the erotic heat wreaking havoc on her senses.

Dear mercy, the wild way her blood was rus.h.i.+ng through her veins had her heart cras.h.i.+ng against her chest in antic.i.p.ation of s.e.x. The tension inside her continued to mount and her thoughts all seemed to zero in on one thing.

s.e.x! With this guy who was making a fern bed for her!

s.h.i.+t.

She needed to get laid or her brain was going to literally fry and her body would soon follow.

Cupping her hands into the cold water, she splashed her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, hoping to douse the flames of l.u.s.t. The caressing liquid only made things worse. The heat burning through her slipped up a couple of notches. Oh boy! She was getting way too aroused. She needed some relief. Maybe she could just sneak over to the other side of the river and lose herself in some hot self-fulfillment in that bouquet of ferns.

She was about to do just that when she smelled him.

Male. s.e.xy. Close.

Wow! Did her body know how to react or did her body know how to react?

She was drenched with antic.i.p.ation. Shaking with need when his body heat seared her backside and his hands curled over the swell of her hips.

Kayla cried out at the hot intensity of his touch.

”Bend over,” he whispered.

She drew in a sharp breath at his words. ”What...what about protection?”

He kissed the area of her neck where it met her shoulder.

”Protection?” he murmured and licked her throat.

She could barely control the excitement racing through her as he kissed behind her ear lobe.

For a moment she almost said, ”To h.e.l.l with protection. To h.e.l.l with the consequences.” But she cried in frustration as an inner voice warned her to be careful.

”Birth control. STDs,” she gasped and suddenly realized this guy wasn't from Earth. He was a stranger in a strange land.

”I've had the required birth control shots. The woman with the Hero brothers, Dr. Annie, gave them to us...” He licked her again, this time at the nape of her neck. Unbelievably erotic s.h.i.+vers charged through her in sensual waves.

A woman with her brothers? He knew about her brothers? Oh this news was way too cool. And they had a doctor? Just what Piper and Kinley needed. She wanted to ask him more about where her brothers were and about this Dr. Annie, but his next words scattered all sane thought.

”I'm safe. You are safe with me.”

She would ask later. Right now she needed s.e.x.

She trembled at the deep timbre of his voice. Maybe those were only words he was saying in the heat of the moment. Some guys said anything to get a woman to submit to them. She didn't know him. Was he one of those types that would say anything just to have unprotected s.e.x?

His hands were blistering hot as they caressed her hips and her senses became dazed by his erotic touches.

d.a.m.n him! She couldn't stop herself from listening to him. She needed to get f.u.c.ked. Hoped to heaven this guy wasn't going to literally kill her with some sort of s.e.xual disease in her need for s.e.x.

”Bend over,” he instructed again.

She drew in a hard breath and fought the desires, the l.u.s.t, the need to have him thrusting between her legs.

”Trust me. I will not make you pregnant. We are given shots for diseases. I am safe. This need for s.e.x that you feel. It is the swamp water. It has taken hold. Soon you will not be able to fight it.”

No s.h.i.+t. And he certainly was taking advantage of her need, wasn't he?

She gasped as he nuzzled her earlobe, sucking it into his very warm, moist mouth. In a rush, her resistance dissolved.

She needed to be f.u.c.ked and she needed it now.

Bending over, she moaned her disappointment as his hand on her left hip vanished, but she cried out with pleasure as it smoothed up between her thighs and his finger slid against her c.l.i.t. He thrust his finger inside her tense v.a.g.i.n.a, pulled out and swept his lubed finger against her pulsing c.l.i.t. He plunged into her v.a.g.i.n.a again, collected more cream and rubbed a few more times. He continued the routine until the tension inside her spiraled and she instinctively began gyrating her hips. She grew so wet, her juices spilled from her.

”You are very wet,” he groaned.