Part 6 (2/2)

So true!

”And I need you to f.u.c.k me,” she moaned. She was so close to the edge of pure pleasure-insanity, she just might end up dying before he took her.

He moved away from where he'd been sucking her earlobe and nuzzling her neck, allowing her to bend over to the point where her nipples skimmed the cool water.

Taylor's finger slipped away from her c.l.i.t and his hand returned to her left hip. His breathing had increased and she, in turn, panted with antic.i.p.ation. G.o.d, she wanted to scream at the intoxicating intensity of knowing he would bring her the release she so desperately craved. She was on fire and at that moment her p.u.s.s.y was the center of her universe.

Taylor's hands tightened on her hips and she gasped and cried out as his flared c.o.c.k head nudged into her v.a.g.i.n.a.

She hissed as he pressed into her, his thickness giving her an exquisite bite of pain as he entered. He stretched her, held her. Filled her oh-so-agonizingly slowly and completely she thought she would go mad from the teasing, erotic speed he used.

Before he could completely impale her he moaned, withdrew and surged into her again. This time he thrust into her with such fierce power Kayla exploded beneath an onslaught of exquisite convulsions. She bucked against him, needing more. Wanting more.

He chuckled-partially strangled, partially wild, partially satisfied. The slurping of wet s.e.x and splas.h.i.+ng water zipped through the humid, early afternoon air as he began a harsh, thoroughly sensual rhythm of plunges into her.

Her desperate cries mingled with his male moans. The combination was like music to Kayla's ears. She'd never heard anything like it. Pure and wild, the erotic groans slipped into her bloodstream, increasing her need to climax.

He drove into her again and again. The friction of each plunge ma.s.saged her c.l.i.t, bringing her closer and closer to that elusively delicious o.r.g.a.s.m she so needed for release. The tension built, and then suddenly she was flying.

He gripped her hips and thrust harder and harder, deeper and deeper. His driving strokes possessed her. Shudders rocked her and raced through her like electrical jolts las.h.i.+ng her body. They sucked her mind, body and soul into an exquisite vortex, melting all her controls and sinking her into a pool of agonizing pleasure. From somewhere far away his groan of release and his seed, hot and wet, filled her.

G.o.d, she loved the wild emotions and the o.r.g.a.s.m that rocked her. She wanted more, and yet she was so totally satisfied as he pulled out of her, she collapsed onto her knees into the cool water.

Her mind was numb, her muscles sore. Her body shuddered as Taylor urged her to stand on her wobbly legs. He instructed her to spread her thighs and she was surprised when his hands splashed water between her legs and he gently washed her. The coolness of the water had her moaning with relief, but the firm touch of his hand as he cleaned her had her p.u.s.s.y throbbing for more s.e.x.

Oh G.o.d, she was insanely addicted to this guy, wasn't she?

After a few moments, he grabbed her by the arm and urged her to move upstream where he instructed her to drink the water, informing her it was safe. Her legs were weak and rubbery as she bent over, half expecting him to take her again from behind. Actually she wished he would because deep inside her the familiar luscious ache, the desperate need to have his arms around her and have him make love to her was growing again. This time the intoxicating need for him seemed different. Less desperate and more loving. She liked it. She liked it bad.

Kayla's eyes fluttered closed and, seconds later, the slow and steady rise and fall of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s a.s.sured Taylor she slept. But he valiantly struggled not to get a hard-on at her large nipples poking against the damp fabric. Unfortunately his c.o.c.k, having taken on a mind of its own, quickly grew and swelled. He would simply have to deal with this problem.

She should sleep well after this f.u.c.king session and all the hours of running. He couldn't be sure how far behind their captors were, but he sensed they were still being followed.

Call it instinct. A male always sensed when a woman-or in this case women-was hunting him. Truth was, he was surprised only two women had been a.s.signed to bring them to Death Valley. He imagined with him being such a prize-an ex-Death Valley member-his former comrades would have sent an army to make sure he made it there. Surely the Boys would pay handsomely to get one of their own back into the fold, even through Taylor wanted nothing to do with their ways.

Maybe because the two captors were involved in some hot and heavy relations.h.i.+p they were lax and did not follow protocol. Not his problem though. His problem was trying to keep from f.u.c.king this female while she slept.

Sighing, he nestled on the lush fern bed beside the Hero woman. Normally he would not go to such spoiled measures. Traveling alone or with his friend Jarod, he'd always slept on the hard ground. In this case, however, the woman seemed to bring out the protective side in him. He wished her to be comfortable when she slept. He wanted her aroused and ready for him when she was awake. Needed her, always.

Taylor opened his eyes as a frisson of shock zipped through him at that last thought. Yes, he craved for this female to want him just as Jarod's female did him. But did he require her forever?

That concept had not entered his mind...until now.

He pushed himself over onto his side and once again watched the female. He'd been doing that quite a bit, hadn't he? He simply could not get enough of looking into her pale blue eyes, or how her dirty, tangled, yellow hair wisped around her face whenever a warm breeze swept her cheeks.

She was a striking woman. Delicate in nature, yet strong physically. She did not order him around as the females he was used to did. This one was like a breath of fresh air and she smelled very good too.

Female. Sweet. Succulent.

His. All his.

Smiling, Taylor closed his eyes and slept.

Kayla opened her eyes and blinked at her surroundings. The gunmetal gray sky overhead looked sinister and brooding, not at all pristine and blue as it had yesterday. The air was still humid and held a heavy tinge of oncoming rain. Stormy weather.

She struggled to bring herself fully awake, but it was so snug and peaceful on this fern pallet, she found it quite difficult to move her aching body. The pace Taylor set had been brutal, but after having rested she understood the frantic speed had been necessary. Her legs and feet were heavy with an odd tiredness and sore from stepping on stones and sticks.

Her p.u.s.s.y, in direct contrast, was pleasantly tender from Taylor f.u.c.king her. At the thought of having unprotected s.e.x with a stranger, anger roared through her for not being careful with birth control. Yeah sure, he'd said he was protected, but was he really? This wasn't Earth and the occupants may have birth control for males. She would have to trust him for now, for sanity's sake.

Hopefully when she found her brothers, they would verify this hunk's story. G.o.d help her if they didn't know anything about it and G.o.d help her if she didn't find her brothers or sisters.

Stinging tears welled up in her eyes, blurring the sky. She needed to find her siblings and get them out of here. In the meantime, she would have to deal with this overwhelming s.e.xual attraction she possessed toward a perfect stranger.

Sweet mercy!

She couldn't wait to tell Piper and Kinley. They would absolutely flip over her Tarzan. Especially Kinley. She would be so jealous. Piper, on the other hand, would think her stupid for having unprotected s.e.x. Piper wasn't as outgoing with s.e.x as Kinley and Kayla, and yet Taylor had said Piper had hooked up with his friend. Interesting. She couldn't wait to see the guy who'd caught her straitlaced sister's eye.

Kayla's mind returned to Taylor and the s.e.x they'd shared. It had been phenomenal. Best s.e.x she'd ever had in a river. h.e.l.l, she'd never done it in a river before.

Back on Earth she'd done it in the backseat of a car and in a bed, but never like this. Never so hot. Never so instinctively wild and so dammed good. Too good to be true. Which meant something had to be wrong with her to so easily give herself over to this hottie. Yes, something was definitely wrong.

A whiff of tangy wood smoke drifted beneath her nostrils and alarm zipped along her nerves. Smoke meant people. Were their captors nearby?

Kayla bolted to sitting and winced, her body aches reminding her they were worse when she moved. Instantly she spied small spurts of orange flames from a campfire about twenty feet away, on the sandy outline of the river's edge. Piles of rocks were set at each end of the fire and between them, about six inches above the flames, lay a horizontal stick with several small fish skewered onto it.

Okay, she hated fish. Always had. Despite her distaste for that particular seafood, her tummy suddenly growled up a storm as a juicy whiff wavered teasingly beneath her nostrils. Her mouth watered. So the guy knew how to cook fish.

But where was he?

Another frisson of alarm rippled though her. Had he left her here alone? Oh s.h.i.+t! She didn't want him to be gone. She wanted him to take her to her brothers.

And she had to face facts. She wanted to experience more of the ripe, uncontrolled l.u.s.t that ran through her body whenever she looked at him.

Kayla blew out a tense breath and gazed closer at her surroundings. He had to be here somewhere. She didn't know how she suddenly sensed he was nearby, she just did. Was it instinct? Wishful thinking?

And to her surprise, she was...relieved?

Good grief!

She'd never been dependant or relied on a man in her entire life. Why start now?

Get a f.u.c.king grip, girl!

Taking a few deep breaths, she relaxed and stared at those crispy, sizzling fish. Once again her stomach growled.

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