WILD PLEASURE {short erotic stories} Chapter 83: Fired Up (9)

“The fantasies we swapped over the radio—were those kind of a bucket list, or were you just makin’ stuff up?” His eyes caught and held hers.

She felt like a deer who’d been cornered by a large and hungry predator, despite the ridiculously long lashes shielding his dark eyes.

Outside it got dark and then darker, the stars popping out into the night sky. The crickets sang up a storm and an owl called, swooping in for a midnight snack. She had to figure out something to do with Cole Henry and fast.

“I . . .” She opened her mouth. Closed it. The problem was, she had wanted to experience the fantasies she’d shared with him. Sort of. What she hadn’t expected, however, was this man sitting beside her, watching her.

“I’m not expectin’ you to do anything,” he said. “I came up here because you needed a new radio. We could leave it at that. But—” He shrugged casually, although there was nothing casual about his big body. “If you wanted . . .”

“If I wanted, then what?” She flicked on her flashlight, picking out a path back to the tower.

“We could do anythin’ you wanted tonight.”

“Anything?”

“Oui.” His eyes followed the path her beam picked out. “We got maybe

eight hours until dawn. Plenty of time.”

He set the time limit casually, but he didn’t take his eyes off her. She

looked at him, and she saw a man who wanted to make sure his own limits were plenty clear. She could have him, no holds barred—but only for the one night. In the morning, he’d get up and go.

He must have read something on her face. “I’m a one-night man, sha. You wouldn’t wan’ me around longer than that anyhow.”

“One night?” she asked lightly. “You got a hard and fast limit on sex? When does my clock start ticking?”

“You see me?” he growled. “Do I look like a keeper to you?”

He looked damn fine to her. His cotton T-shirt stretched over powerful shoulders and the hard lines of his abdomen. Strong forearms flexed, giving

 her the occasional flash of the military tattoo on the inside of his wrist. He had plenty of scars, both old and newer. Yeah, she wanted his one night and whatever else he had to offer.

“One night only.” His eyes didn’t leave hers. “That’s my personal rule.”

“You have guidelines for one-night stands?” He didn’t strike her as the kind of man who let anyone or anything run his life.

“Only this one.” A slow grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Everything else, sha, is fair game. You think that over while I fix this radio of yours. Least I can do since you bought me dinner.”

Fixing the radio was just plug and play. Ten minutes of fiddling and then she was up and running. Hannah made a quick test call back to base camp to report in a new smoke that had popped up on the horizon earlier. The smoke wasn’t a danger yet, but Hannah would keep an eye on it for the Rogues.

“Widow’s Peak to base.”

“Base, over. Come in, Widow’s Peak. Good to hear your voice.” Sam’s familiar voice filled the cabin. Probably curious to know what he was up to, Cole acknowledged, toasting the man with his water bottle.

“I’m back in business, thank you.”

Standing there, in her cabin, seemed strange. He didn’t have to imagine the face that went with the voice. All he had to do was look down and there she was, tucking loose strands of hair behind her ear as she concentrated on her report.

As Sam caught her up on the day’s weather report, Hannah bent over the table with her Osborne Fire Finder, the delicious curve of her ass driving Cole crazy. He had to look away from the shorts pulled taut over her rounded cheeks. Otherwise, he’d find himself running his tongue along that crease. Kissing her higher. Longer.

She stretched farther, arms reaching over the topographic map of the forest he’d learned by heart from summers spent hiking every inch. Carefully, she rotated the metal ring with a sighting device that she positioned over the map, determining the directional bearing of the fire.

“I’ve got a smoke at my azimuth of one hundred fifty degrees and fifteen minutes.”

She spoke clearly into the mic, not hesitating. This was her job and she was damn good at it. Here, fires were reduced to technical descriptions:

 where to find the flames on the map. He used his gut and his senses. When he could see, hear, smell the fire, he was home. She kept the flames at a distance, calling them out by where they fell on a property map.

Yeah, two different worlds.

“I’ve been thinkin’,” he offered when she signed off.

She eyed him suspiciously. “Have you?”

“Uh-huh. I’m thinkin’ we could play ourselves some cards. Pass some

time that way.”

Her face lit up. “Texas Hold ’Em?”

“Sure, sha.” Reaching into his pack, he produced a worn pack of cards.

The next few moments would set the tone for the night and he needed to choose his words carefully. She liked cards. She liked games. He had big plans for tonight.

“What do you want to play for?”

She played right into his hand. “A kiss?”

She curled up cross-legged on the mattress across from him, flashing

bare golden skin beneath the edge of her shorts. When she leaned forward and snagged the deck, the move showcased the shadow between her breasts. She’d skipped a bra, and that was just one more temptation.

With the windows propped open, the air cooled down fast, but that was summertime in the mountains for you. All heat, all day, and then bam, night moved in and the temperature dropped. He had plenty of ideas about how to keep her warm, though—as soon as he won this hand.

“You got yourself a deal. We’ll play for our first kiss.”

His cards, his deal. He grabbed a baggie of poker chips from his pack, passed her a stack, and dealt each of them two face-down cards. He had two kings. Lady Luck was definitely on his side.

She studied her cards and bet two red chips. Not too conservative, but nothing rash either. She was in this to win. He countered with two black.

“Deal.” She gestured impatiently toward the deck.

“Looking forward to collecting?” he teased, dealing three cards onto the mattress. The flop was pretty good for him, too. A king and two clubs. Only a handful of possible combos beat his. From the look on her face, though, she thought she was holding one of them.

She blew him a quick kiss. “Absolutely, hotshot. I hope you’re looking forward to paying up.”

 She had no idea. Chips hit the pot as they both bet. Come on. Her kissing him would be damned fine, but he had plans of his own. All sorts of places he wanted to get his mouth tonight.

Turn card was a two of diamonds. Hannah checked.

He flipped over the river card and stifled a grin. Two of clubs. He had her beat for sure.

“I’m all in. Read ’em and weep.” Laughing, she shoved the rest of her stack into their pot and flipped over her cards.

She had a good hand. Ace king high flush. He grinned, slowly. “Uh-uh, sha. I got you beat.”

“Well, hell.” She stared at the cards he turned over, chewing on her lower lip.

His honey didn’t like losing. He didn’t either.

“Kings full of deuces. Time for you to pay up,” he drawled. This close, the warmth of her body drew him, her peaches-and-cream scent teasing his senses. Whatever shampoo she’d used in the stream, she smelled good enough to eat.

She leaned forward. “Never let it be said I don’t pay my debts.”

He was a bastard and he’d undoubtedly roast in hell, because he let her settle her hands on his shoulders. Her lips brushed his. He liked the feel of her, the soft shush of her breath feathering across his mouth. Her tongue traced a naughty path along the closed seam of his lips; then she kissed the hell out of him.

Long minutes later, he caught her shoulders with his hands, curving his fingers over the fragile bones. “You sure know how to kiss a man.”

Her eyes widened. Yeah, sha, this big bad wolf is goin’ to eat you up. “But that wasn’t our deal.”

“Excuse me?”

“Sure.” He smiled, slow and knowing. “I get to kiss you. One kiss

wherever I wan’.”

Whatever Cole Henry had in mind, he had no intention of behaving.

Hannah ran through possible objections in her head and then—damn it— she wasn’t going to overthink this. She had one night to make all of her fantasies come true. The clock was ticking and she didn’t want to waste another minute.

 She eyed the cards discarded on the bed, then the man sitting across from her.

“You cheated,” she accused. “If I call your boys at the base, they’re going to warn me not to play with you, aren’t they?”

“Maybe. It’s possible that I’ve played the World Series of Poker a time or two. But cheat? Never.” That familiar bad-boy grin tugged at his mouth. The mouth she’d just kissed. “But we’re not settled up yet. You know where I wan’ to kiss you, sha. I described my kiss for you.”

Oh, God. He had. More than once, because that had been one of her favorite midnight fantasies.

“You liked what I told you jus’ fine.” She certainly liked the heat and determination in his gaze.

“Those were fantasies.” Not a game plan or a road map. “The stakes were a kiss. I plan on havin’ that kiss.”

He wouldn’t force.

She knew that.

But Cole was Cole, and she also knew he’d push until she flat out told him no.

Yes.

That was what she wanted to say. All she needed to do was find the courage.

He put his hand on her knee. “Lie back, sha. Open up and let me have my kiss, oui?”

He wanted to kiss her there. She knew that. He’d told her exactly how he planned on dragging his tongue through her folds. How wet she’d be and what he’d be doing with his fingers while she rode his mouth like a cowgirl in a very, very naughty rodeo.

Hearing him describe that kiss had been one of the sexiest damn things she’d ever experienced. She’d come so hard, she suspected half the Rogues back at base camp had heard her. Of course, she’d also figured Cole Henry was all talk and a safe distance away.

Her mistake.

His fingers stroked the inner curve of her thigh. “You got a yes in you for me?”

God, she did.

“Yes,” she said, her voice throaty with nervousness and desire. “Then lie back.”

 She didn’t want time to think about what she was doing. Big, hard Cole Henry was volunteering to bring all her fantasies to life, and she’d take everything he had to offer. Starting right now. Carefully, she settled back on the mattress, not quite sure what to do with her hands and arms. She settled for leaning back on her elbows. All the better to see you with.

He didn’t seem to mind.

Dropping to his knees, he slid between her thighs. Big hands latched on to her hips and dragged her to the edge of the mattress. She loved the careful control in those fingers as they moved her around for his pleasure. Tonight, she’d go wherever he wanted her to go.

He pressed her thighs gently open. “Relax.”

That was easy for him to say. He knew what was coming next, but she was tense, anticipating his first kiss. The first intimate touch. And excited. God, she was excited. For a long moment, he simply looked. She was still wearing her shorts and panties. Maybe she’d misremembered or he’d meant something else. Then, he smoothed a hand up her calf and over her striped knee socks.

“Cute,” he rumbled. “Next time you call me, I’ll remember to ask what you’re wearin’.”

Before she could catch her breath, he lowered his head. She moaned, the sensation of his breath on her pussy, even through two layers of clothing, an electric shock. This was everything she had imagined—and more. Her hands flew to his shoulders and hung on.

His thumbs made the return trip up her thighs, delving into the damp crease where her mound and thighs met. A wash of sweet sensation followed the erotic tickle, so hot and fierce that she cried out.

“Oui,” he whispered. His fingers tightened on her hips, lifting her to meet his mouth. No more talking, just the sweetest and simplest of kisses. He nuzzled her through the crotch of her shorts, sweet, light strokes that sent lightning sizzling through her.

A moan, followed by a sigh. “Oh.”

The soft brush of his lips was followed by the harder push of air as he exhaled roughly. Inhaled like he loved the scent of her. Once. Twice.

His fingertips teased her entrance through the fabric, while his mouth discovered her clit. She bucked.

Oh. My. God.

 His shoulders pressed her thighs wider and she let them fall open, way beyond embarrassment now. This man could kiss.

“You, sha, are perfect.” He worked his mouth harder against her and she shoved up to meet him, craving the contact.

He rewarded her with more pleasure, his fingertips sweeping beneath the edge of fabric to touch bare skin.

She wanted so much more. “Lose the shorts?”

His answering chuckle should have warned her. “All in good time. This is my kiss, so we’re doin’ it my way.”

Slow. He’d told her he liked to take things slow. To take his time with his woman. She groaned and he laughed.

“Yeah, we got all night.”

His fingers explored farther beneath the band of her panties as his mouth covered her clit again, tasting through the clothes she no longer wanted there. She’d imagined this while he’d talked, tried to create in her head the images he’d spun over the midnight airwaves, but nothing, nothing could have prepared her for this.

Thighs tensing, her breathing picking up speed, her fingers curling into his shoulders and dragging his head closer. Making sure he was where she needed him to be. “I’m going to come,” she whispered.

He laughed, a rough, low sound. “Not until I tell you you can. I’m not finished with you.”

His finger speared her as his tongue discovered the edge of her shorts. Wet heat. An erotic shock that had her shuddering and arching up again. His fingers traced her wet slit beneath her panties, tugging the lacy panel to the side. And his tongue, God, his tongue circled her bare clit. Rubbing over a spot that had her seeing white as pleasure lashed her. Yes.

“Come now, sha.” The stern command pushed her higher and she let go. She came hard, squeezing his shoulders and holding on tight.