Taming Alaska (So Not Prince Charming Book 1) (19 page)

After we hike another hour, my jeans are soaked, and the icy cold burrows into my bones. We’ve only trekked a little over eleven miles today, not enough to keep ahead of Loki and Red. We’ll be easy targets for them on the rocky ledges of the gorge, and that tosses rocks into my gut, but we can’t stay out here much longer without succumbing to the chilly rain.

Cyn’s fingers curl around my arm, and it jerks me out of my rumination. “We should find shelter. We’re both shivering.” She’s shaking from the cold rain, but it’s the way she tongues her full lower lip that causes me to stumble.

Nervous and unnecessarily excited, I thread through the copse of fir trees in search of a campsite. The trees help block the wind and rain, so I put up the tent in record time. Cyn stands in the downpour, her hair matted to her face free of makeup. She’s never been more beautiful or sensual. She blinks, her dark eyes intense, and her breaths come in ragged gasps. Temptation overrides all rational thought, and a fever of desire scalds my chest.

I pull her shivering body into mine. I can no longer contain myself, and all my resolve has vanished. My bearded face lowers to her soft lips, and mine quiver against hers. The fervor in her mouth is undeniable and it’s for me, not cheating Blake.

I pull her down into the tent, stumbling over my sleeping bag while tugging off my jacket and boots. She kicks off her boots, falling on top of me. I let out a whoosh of air as she stabs me in the gut with her elbow.

“Sorry,” she yelps.

I gently rib her and laugh.

When she shimmies out of her jeans to show off her lacy, butt-cheek showing panties, I stop and my breath catches in my throat. She’s sexy and damn hot in her flannel shirt and underwear that cling to that luscious ass. Her shirt hangs off one shoulder, a bra strap peeking out. Her socked foot rubs her calf, and moisture drips from her hair.

No woman has ever been so tempting, so wild, so erotic. She rolls to face me to unbutton my drenched Levis. They stick to my skin as she tugs them down, so I help her.

She winks at me. “You’re excited.”

“A little. There’s this incredibly sexy woman lying next to me, and she’s wet and hungry.”

Cyn nods. “I am.” Her gaze wanders down the length of my hard-on, straining against my briefs. My hand slips under her shirt, skin so soft my rough hands scrape along it. I work hard to be gentle, when all I want to do is savagely ravage her. I tug off my shirt and finish kicking off my jeans.

She trembles, so I place a hand on each hip, inhaling and exhaling slowly. My fingers brush the wet hair from her face while I kiss her bruised cheek. Purple marks color her arms and legs from her swim in the river this morning.

Cyn studies my cock, crooked at an odd angle and straining to be set free. “I’d heard you’d corralled Secretariat.”

I smirk. “You named my penis? Good to know, I have something going for me.”

The more she licks those succulent lips, the bigger my cock grows. “I didn’t name it. If you hadn’t used the common bathroom at the sorority house…”

“I get up early,” I say in self-defense.

Her gaze holds fast onto my erect cock that yearns for her. “So did half the house to see you shower.”

“I couldn’t use Niki’s. Every time I lift my elbows they hit the tiles.” I’m a big guy, even her bed was too small. I hated sleeping over at the sorority house. My condo is much more comfortable.

Cyn reaches inside my shorts to fondle my cock, shocking me, and I just about come. I forget that she’s not shy in the least. When she strokes the head, the silky cum slips over the crown, and I groan from the intense pleasure surging into me.

As her head leans down toward my cock, her tongue ready for action, I grasp her wrist. “Whoa. Slow down there, Cyn. Let me handle this.” No wonder guys can’t last with her. She’s ready and more than willing.

“Are you sure?” Eagerness sparkles in her smoky eyes. “Shouldn’t I do something?”

I nibble her earlobe then tongue her neck, trailing it with kisses. “I’ve got this. You want something, and I intend to give it to you.”

Angst crinkles her brow. “You think it’ll work.”

“Yes,” I breathe into her ear before pulling her face up to mine, my lips grazing her cheek. My tongue dips into her mouth, causing her to moan, and I love how she responds to me.

Her hand grasps my cock again, and I gasp, sucking in a shallow breath. “If you want me to get you off, you need to trust me.”

Her lower lip quivers while she nods, and for the first time of me knowing her, she looks innocent and sweet, and God, it’s sexy as hell.

I kiss her deeply, and I love the way she tastes and molds to my body. Her sixteen-year-old lips come to mind. I want her even more now. “Don’t be nervous. I can do this.”

Her exquisite lips screw up. “You’re awfully cocky where others have failed.”

My fingers stroke the cleft between her muscular thighs hardened by hiking many miles. Her breath halts, and her heart flutters against my arm. “I’m going to make you scream and fuck you good, girl.”

She swallows and bites her lower lip. My fingers stroke her clit through her cheeky, soaked panties, so she doesn’t feel my rough hands. She moans in my arms, but a slight tremor ripples across her shoulders, so I draw her into me to help her shake off the cold.

I pull a flask of brandy from my pack. “Drink this.”

She takes a healthy swig, and I love how her dark eyes sparkle in the dim light. “You should’ve given this to me days ago.”

I smile into her hair. “I was waiting for a special occasion.”

She laughs. “To nail me?”

I tongue her lips, prying them open. “To give you the best night of your life and make love to you.”

“You mean sex.”

“It’s not just sex for me,” I whisper. Even at sixteen, this girl wrapped me around her finger. I would’ve climbed mountains to reach her, and now I’ve waited almost five years to hear her moan in my arms.

She punches my chest. “You better deliver, O’Flannery.”

I chuckle. “It’s good to know you can make me laugh in bed.”

That endless smile I adore reaches her amazing eyes. “You mean the hard, cold ground.”

I continue stroking her hot, wet sex that soaks my fingers. I can’t wait to be inside her, but I’ll make sure she’s close before I do, and maybe, I can give her a twofer—two orgasms for the price of one. That’ll light her up.

Her face scrunches up. “What if I don’t climax? What if there’s something wrong with me?”

I give her the flask. “Have another drink.” And she does.

“There’s nothing wrong with you, Cyn.” I kiss her mouth, my tongue slipping inside. I nip her delectable lips, and she emits a soft moan. “Nothing wrong with you at all. You are one vivacious, strong and sexy woman.”

“I am?” Her lips brush gently against mine, and her arms lace around my neck.

I inhale slowly to reduce the pressure inside my lungs from building, and so I can take this nice and slow. It’s hard when I’ve wanted her for so long. Thoughts of us together has raped me of sleep and left me undeniably frustrated and longing for satisfaction that only being inside her will bring.

My fingers return between her thighs, and with her panties on, I continue to stroke the delicate flesh. She squeezes her eyes shut, whimpering. I ramp her up before inserting my finger underneath her panties and into the swollen flesh, so wet, so inviting. Goddamn, I can’t wait to be inside her.

Her hands clench the sleeping bag, balling it into her fists. Her hips arc to my touch. I push two fingers inside her and imagine my cock instead. The muscles in my shoulders tense with anticipation.

“My hands aren’t too rough, are they?” I ask, kissing her neck and sliding my tongue all the way to her ear.

“No.”

It’s okay if she lies to me.

My fingers probe and fondle the sensitive skin. She’s moaning and her excitement soaks my fingers. This makes up for my hunting expedition.

“Don’t get me too excited,” she says in between kisses. “I want a real orgasm with you deep inside me.”

“You will.” I sink my tongue into her mouth, and I suck on her lips, plump and soft. It’ll take all my willpower not to come too soon.

I wait until she’s writhing in my hand before pulling her panties completely off. I unbutton her shirt enough to expose a tit. It’s round and plump in my hand, so I let my tongue tease the nipple to life. It reacts and tightens. My palm caresses the fullness of her breast. She’s beautiful to look it, especially the way she closes her eyes to enjoy me lapping her up.

“I need you inside me,” she begs.

“Patience.” I tap her nose, and she smiles up at me. I kiss her eye, tasting her lashes that tickle my tongue.

I quickly tug down my briefs to release my cock. It physically hurts and throbs. “Do I need a condom?”

She shakes her head.

My fingers pinch on her Hershey kiss nipple. “Good. I can’t wait to feel you.”

Her hands reach for my bare buttocks where she kneads the flesh.

I kiss her ear. “If you keep doing that, I won’t last long.”

“Then I’ll stop,” Cyn says, releasing my ass.

I suck and nip on her lips while my hand gropes the soft flesh of her breast. It’s perfect. “I’m teasing you.”

She fists my hair in her hands. “You are teasing me, so get to it.”

I slide my cock along her clit. When her fingers dig into my ass, I dip my cock into her, slowly easing into her. “You’re so fucking tight.” The flesh of her tunnel swaddles and squeezes me. I plunge into her and feel her readiness.

“Faster,” she rasps.

I drive into her, rocking my hips back and forth. She cries out, her hands grasping my ass. I keep going while her sex convulses around my cock.

“Oh God,” Cyn cries. “Oh, God. Oh! My! God!”

I keep going.

She taps my chest. “I already got off. Who said anything about you having fun?”

I bite her shoulder. “I thought you might go for a double.”

“I can do that?”

“Most women can,” I say. “I feel another challenge coming on.” I slip in and out of her. She’s amazingly wet and ready. Her body rises to meet each thrust.

I keep plunging into her, hoping to make her come again. She claws into my back while another wave of vaginal spasms squeezes my cock. Oh, this feels good. Some women just need a little more coaxing the first time. Patience is important, and from her grin, it paid off.

I drive inside her until I come before crumpling beside her. It feels so damn good not to use a condom. “I take it you came.”

Her dark eyes shine. “Is it like this all the time?”

I chuckle. “I don’t know. I’m not a woman.”

She claps her hands. “Can we do it again?”

I yawn. Today took it out of me. “I’m exhausted. Go to sleep, Princess.”

My gaze roams over her delicious body. She has curves in all the right places, and her muscles are toned and solid under my touch. “You look better naked.”

“Don’t all guys think that,” she says, staring at me, touching my chest. Her hands weave a pattern across it, roaming and learning my body.

“Straight guys anyway.”

She frowns and punches my shoulder. “What? You’re not up for another round?”

I rub the sore muscles on my good shoulder where I shift most of the weight to avoid hurting my injured shoulder. “We have some really rough terrain to cover tomorrow.”

Her sweet lips press against me, and my cock stiffens. “You’re not man enough?”

I tap her nose. “I can get it up several times in a day and for several days in a row, Princess.”

She grins. “Really? When can we try that?”

“I’ve created a monster,” I say. “Sleep, Cyn.”

“But I’m all riled up.”

I turn away from her and scrunch up my sweatshirt under my head.

She pouts. “No cuddling?”

I roll back over and fold her into my arms. “This better?” She’s warm and sweaty. I lick her chest. Her delicate, soft skin is salty on my tongue.

“Much better,” she says, snuggling.

She crawls on top of me and straddles my hips. She slides her sex along the length of me, reviving my cock. “Please.”

I laugh. “If you insist, but you can do all the work.”

After she pleasures herself again, she lies down beside me. “That was so much fun.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it, Princess.”

She playfully smacks me while curling into my arms. It’s what I want from a woman—great sex and someone I can keep warm at night and take care of. I love holding Cyn.

“How do you know Red?” she asks in a low husky, after-sex voice.

I let out a breath, pulling her closer to press my nose into her clean hair. “He’s my brother. Well, my half brother.”

As she nuzzles my beard, her body stiffens. “Oh God. I’m sorry I’ve put you in this position.”

“I couldn’t let them take you. I remember what happened to your mother.” It still tosses in my gut that it could’ve been Cyn, and that my brother may have been involved.

Cyn feels good in my arms. I have no idea where this is going, but I don’t want to lose her.

I also don’t know if I can kill Red if it comes down to that.

“What am I going to do with you, Cyn?” I kiss the top of her head while her heart beats against mine.

“Don’t throw me off the cliff tomorrow,” she says groggily.

“You’re supposed to be asleep.”

“Then I miss all these deep conversations you have with yourself.”

Chapter Seventeen

Cyn

Nestled in Shane’s arms, I smile with not only great satisfaction but with an insatiable need. Now that he’s awakened my body I want more.

In the early morning hours, he stirs beside me. I wear one of his flannel shirts. It’s soft and smells of him. I expected to have the honeymoon of a lifetime but ended up in the arms of a man I respect. He’s not picture perfect but real, a strong and capable man. I never expected him to be so gentle and loving in bed and so considerate. He’s what my mother always hoped for me, and the thought of her no longer alive makes me sad.

“Cyn?” He nuzzles my name into my hair that I don’t really need to wash again after tramping in the deluge yesterday.

Outside, a steady rain thrums on the trees sheltering us, dripping onto the tent. It’s a crappy day, so I wonder how many miles, if any, we’ll get in today.