Between Two Wolves (BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Menage Werewolf Romance) (5 page)

“No one there.” He turned back, fingers
tracing over my skin. “Goosebumps. Come here...”

“Not till you get rid of those.” I
pointed to his swim trunks. “I'm not going to be the only one naked here.”

Colt chuckled, and lifted his hips. I
remained standing, hands on his shoulders, as he pulled off his trunks. I
couldn't help but grin at the momentary difficulty he had in getting the wet
fabric over his erection. The water was opaque enough that I couldn't get a
good look at him, just tantalizing glimpses. I bit my lip, trying not to stare,
but not succeeding. Colt tossed the trunks onto the edge of the pool.

“Better?” He grabbed my hips, fingers
playing over my skin. There was an insistence, an urgency to his touch, an
impatience that matched what was building inside me. I glanced around, scanning
the woods again.

“If you're worried about being seen...”

“No… not really.” I couldn't help but
look back into the woods. The feeling I'd had on the trail surfaced, the sense
that someone was watching me...us. The last thing I wanted was company.

Colt's hands slipped around to my ass,
fingers probing uncharted waters, distracting me from whatever it was I
couldn't see.

“Red, if there is someone there, you're
giving them a really good show by standing there...”

Before he could finish that statement I leaned
down, kissing him hard. I straddled his thighs, settling down into the water.
This time, with no pesky trunks or shorts between us, it was just him, and I,
and all that warm swirling water.

I reached between us, fingers wrapping
around him, guiding him into me. He slid home easily, as if he'd been there
before, as if this was second nature for both of us. There was none of the
awkward fumbling of first-time sex between strangers. It was...as if we'd done
this dance many times.

Any musings I had about all of that faded
away as I sank down onto him. Colt flexed his hips and I replied, rolling my
hips against him. I settled my arms around his neck. The water rose around us,
buoying my breasts between us.

“This is nice.” Colt touched my hair,
brushing a strand back. I laughed.

“Nice?” I ground my hips down. “That’s
not what I was going for.”

I claimed his mouth with mine as
something wild and primal took control of me. I rocked and swiveled, shimmied
and swiveled. Each movement brought a new noise from Colt, from moans through
grunts, all of them sweet music to my ears, all of them mixing with mine.

The water around us swirled and sloshed
as our movements increased, as I found footing with my feet against the rocks,
giving me leverage. Pushing with my legs, I had control and I could move up and
back, sliding him out of me, holding him, poised over him. He broke away with a
ragged sound, hands gripping my ass.

“You're a tease, Red. I thought you might
be.”

“Is that a bad thing?” I wiggled a bit,
teasing both of us. My body wanted him, with a need I'd never felt with any
man. But I liked the heady sense of control I had, and I wanted to prolong this
moment for as long as I could stand it.

“Not at all. I like a challenge. But...”

With a rush of swirling water Colt stood.
I clutched his neck, yelping in surprise. There was no choice but to wrap my
legs around his waist or risk another dunk in the water. And in that flurry of
movement, he drove himself deep inside me.

“And in the end, I like to be in
control.” His voice was a low growl. Our eyes locked as he turned, surefooted,
not a slip into the water in sight. With that strength I found arousing, he
eased me down on a flat rock, his thick cock still buried inside me. He leaned
over, hands planted on either side of my shoulders.

“And I'll show you what nice is really
like. And what it's like to be teased.”

He pulled back, hips flexing in short
strokes, giving me just enough of himself to remind me of what I wanted. I
arched and twisted beneath him, but he held back. I tried to pull him closer,
with arms and legs, but he was remarkably strong, and I couldn't do much but
struggle beneath him.

“You're enjoying this, aren't you?” I was
breathing hard both from my efforts, and from mounting frustration. “You're
getting off on this whole control thing.”

He grinned down at me. “Of course I am.”
His body blocked out the sun, and I looked up into his blue eyes. Strands of
hair, damp with water or sweat, curled around his face.
God, he was so damn
sexy.

“Do you want me to beg?” I wiggled
against him, hoping it would be the trigger that brought him home. I was poised
on the edge, so close, but so very far away.

“No, Red. Not that. Never beg.” He
lowered his head, kissing me hard. When he pulled back I was gasping. “Never
beg. Because I want this as much as you do.”

When he drove himself into me, I
screamed. Birds scattered out of the trees, and the sound of their startled
flight was lost in my next cry as Colt thrust himself hard into me, his body
coming down onto mine, pressing me into the rocks and sand. I didn't care that
there was something sharp poking my ass. All I wanted was Colt. And I got him.

He thrust hard and fast for several
moments, his head dropped onto my shoulder, open mouth pressed against my neck.
I wrapped arms and legs around him, pulling him hard against me. We moved as
one, his thrusts matching my arching and bucking beneath him.

I'd been waiting for this, waiting to
move with Colt, to bring each of us together to the height of pleasure, to
bring both of us to wherever this experience was leading. I didn't want to
rush, but once we'd started, there was no holding back.

I came suddenly, but not unexpectedly.
Clutching Colt desperately, I let go, let my body take over. The orgasm that
we'd created shook me to the very core. Nothing I'd ever experienced could come
close to this.

From the depths of my pleasure I heard Colt
cry out, felt his body tense in my arms. And then there could be no other way
to say that he melted against me. Arms went around my back and waist, one hand
sliding down to my ass. There was a hot rush inside me, but there was no way
for me to tell what came from Colt, what came from me. And I really didn't
care. It was bliss, pure and simple.

After a long time Colt rolled onto his
back. The sun was behind the trees, shadows creeping across the river. The
birds had come back to the trees, apparently over the startling experience of
watching Colt and I. I traced a finger across his chest.

“That was crazy.”

Colt lifted his head, giving me a lopsided
smile. “It was.” He turned, propping himself up on one elbow. “And amazing.”

I sat up. It felt strange to be lying
naked on the rocks. In all my years camping, of coming here, I'd never been one
to go skinny-dipping, or even wander around undressed in camp. But here I was,
buck naked, lying under the sky in the fading light. But I was getting chilled,
and even though lying next to Colt, looking at all that gorgeous man, the
aftershocks of sex coursing through me, I wanted to be in the water.

I leaned over, kissed his cheek, and sat
up. With more grace than I'd displayed all day, I slipped back into the water. Colt
sat up, sitting on the edge, dangling his feet in the water. I leaned against
his knee. He, ever obsessed with it, ran his fingers through my hair.
Occasionally he met with a tangle, gently working it free with his fingers.

“Figured I'd find you with a woman.”

I jerked around, splashing water into my
face again, and Colt’s. Colt's fingers snagged in my hair, jerking my head
back. I desperately wanted to sink beneath the water, but until Colt let go of
my hair I was stuck above water, exposed.
And more than a little freaked out.
He finally let go, and I slid down as far as I could beneath the surface of the
water.

“Sorry. Didn't mean to startle you. Hey, Colt.”

Deja vue washed over me. I looked up at
the guy standing by the edge of the pool. I tried not to stare, something I'd
been failing at miserably all day. Truthfully, I wanted to bolt out of the
pool. But I was hardly dressed for a dash across rocks to the safety of the
woods. Even my towel was out of reach. I was pinned down.

“You two know each other?”

The other guy, a blond giant who could
easily have passed for a Viking nodded. He dropped an enormous pack on the
ground, and kicked off his shoes. Colt slipped into the water next to me, like
it was normal for him to be naked in a hot springs with a strange woman who was
cowering in the water.

“This is Jericho.” He nodded at the blond
giant, who was still towering over me. And I noticed, with shock, that he was
dropping his shorts, leaving them at the edge of the water. I didn't stare this
time. I just closed my eyes, wondering what alternate universe I'd wandered
into. But then, it was the springs. Maggie had pegged it.

 The water level rose, but only to
the underside of my breasts. “We hiked up together, then he went off to look at
some...what did you want to see?”

“There are some Indian carvings in one of
the caves on the other side of the mountain. Wanted to get some shots of it
before the light left.”

Someone splashed water in my direction,
and I opened my eyes. “And you are?” He held out a hand. “Nice to meet you,
whoever you are.”

“Risha.” I stretched out my arm, just
able to reach his hand. There was no way I was going to stand up, sans shorts
and shirt. I could see the shorts, snagged on a rock. Just out of my reach. Jericho
let go of my hand. By sitting back, stretching out my leg, I could barely touch
the waistband of my shorts. I had no idea where my shirt had gone.
If I
could just hook a belt loop with my toe...

“These belong to you?” Jericho reached
down into the water, picked up the shorts, and held them out to me. With a
smile. A smile that told me he knew
exactly
why they were snagged on the
rocks, and why they weren't on me.

“Yeah...um, thanks.” I reached for the
shorts, arm stretched full length, the other arm automatically covering my
chest. My fingers touched the wet denim, just as Jericho twitched the shorts
out of my reach. “Hey...”

“Just wondering if you're sure you want
to put these back on...yet.”

I lunged for the dripping shorts, my feet
slipping on the rocks. My head went under—again—water going up my
nose, into my mouth. And again, hands grabbed my arms, pulling me up to the
surface. I came up sputtering—again. I was face-to-face with Jericho.

“You okay?” He relaxed his grip on my
upper arms. “You're gonna have bruises here...sorry about that.” The death grip
he had loosened, but he didn't let go.

“I'm okay.” My hair hung in my face, a
wet curtain obscuring my view. Jericho reached up, pushing the wet mass aside. I
turned, looking at Colt for…help? Another rescue? Reassurance? He only smiled
at me.

“Jericho’s okay. Really. A little
aggressive maybe. But I’d trust him with my life.”

A recommendation from a slightly-less-than-stranger,
for a brand new stranger
.
I wasn’t sure how I should take that. I turned back to Jericho.

“I’m okay.”

“You said that. But that’s okay. Okay is
good.” He shifted beneath me, and damned if there wasn’t something hard poking
against me.

My heart rate was up again into the
triple digits. Without moving from this pool, I’d gotten enough cardio to make
Jack very happy.

I stared into Jericho’s eyes. His eyes
were blue; not the bright clear blue of Colt's, but a gray-blue that matched
the color of water swirling around my hips...my naked hips.
And my naked
torso.

I should have been pushing away, slipping
back under the water, struggling into my shirt and shorts. Anything but sitting
naked on a stranger’s lap.
Again
. But the longer I looked into those
eyes, the less anxious I felt. There was something calming, something almost
mesmerizing about his gaze. Somehow sitting on a stranger’s lap seemed
perfectly accepted, even naked.

But then again, this wasn’t my first time
today.

Colt. The guy I'd just had sex with was
less than four feet away, watching all of this. I jerked my head around. I
expected the worst, expected to see Colt, red-faced and angry, fists balled,
ready to fight. Or if not that, at least find him looking annoyed.

But Colt was anything but angry or
annoyed. He slouched in the water, arms spread across the rocks behind him. And
he was smiling, that same sexy wolfish grin I'd seen before. I turned back to Jericho.

“You...I shouldn't...we shouldn't...be
like this. This is all wrong.”

“It's okay. Colt and I are pretty good
with sharing. If you're interested.” His grin was as wolfish as Colt's. Then it
hit me.

“You were watching? You watched me...with
him...us?”

He shrugged, one eyebrow raised. “No,” He
was still holding my arm with one hand; the other moved down to my hip, then
sliding lower, fingers playing over my ass. The movement was slow, deliberate,
and I drew in a breath. “But I can smell his scent all over your beautiful
body.”