The Perfect Stroke (31 page)

Case and point: He leads me to the edge of the woods where there’s a hole of sand.  He helps me step down into it with this big grin on his face.

“Time to strip,” he says.

“Um… I don’t think so,” I tell him, looking around. “I’m not getting butt-ass naked in a sand dune on a public course. There were hundreds of people here today, Crayon Man.”

“They’re gone now.”

“Not all of them.” My eyes go wide as he starts to strip. “Gray!”

“We’re in no-man’s zone. It’s a bunker, by the way, not a dune. I really need to teach you more about golf.”

“Whatever. You aren’t getting me to lay down here and have sex with you.”

“You aren’t going to throw caution to the wind? C’mon, CC. Live—”

I put my hand over his mouth, not letting him finish. “I told you to quit saying that. It never turns out well. Besides, it’s easy for you to say that. It won’t be you who has sand crawling up their ass.”

“I got a plan for that.”

“You do?”

He nods, laying his pants and shirt down for a makeshift mattress. Then he looks up with a sly look on his face. “Your chariot awaits, my mistress.”

“My chariot?”

“You got it, babe, because I’m about to take you on the ride of your life.”

“You really are ridiculous, you know?”

“But I make you smile,” he says, and this time he’s completely serious. He’s looking at me and I get the feeling he sees deeper than anyone has ever bothered to before. “I make you laugh.”

“You do,” I tell him. Then, something spurs me on, and before I can stop myself, I’m admitting to something I normally wouldn’t. “You make me happy.”

His eyes close for a second, and then he’s holding the side of my neck, his lips close to mine.

“That’s all I want in the world, Cooper. That’s all,” he whispers before taking my mouth in a sweet kiss. It’s different from any we’ve really shared before. It’s filled with emotion.

When we break apart, I lift my shirt over my head. Suddenly where we’re at is not half as important as being with him.

I make her happy.

It’s not admitting she loves me, but it still makes me feel as if I’m on top of the world. I help her undress, making sure we’re still alone. There’s a reason I’ve led her out here away from everyone and everything. I want CC to experience letting go and being free, but I don’t especially want others to see her. That’s all mine. She’s all mine.

I help her lie down on my clothes and then lie beside her. I move my hand down her neck and over her breasts. Her nipples are already hard from a mixture of excitement and the cool breeze in the air. I spend some time teasing them more, loving the way they pebble tighter, straining towards me and reacting to my every touch.

“I love your breasts,” I whisper right before I take a nipple in my mouth, using my tongue to toy with it.

Her body stretches up towards me, her hands pushing me into her. I can feel her nails score my back as her legs shift, opening for me. My CC is always so responsive, so ready for anything I’ll give her. 

“Gray, stop taking your time,” she urges.

I have every intention of dragging out her torture, making her need me until she can’t think of anything else, but she does something unexpected: She leans up and places a gentle kiss on my shoulder. It’s sweet, loving… and completely CC. Then I feel her teeth scrape the skin. My cock jerks, wondering just what she’s going to do next. Then she bites into the skin there, sending a sharp sensation that borders on pain but is something else. She does this while at the same time reaching between us to grab my cock, squeezing him and leaving me with no illusion to what she really wants.

“Are you hungry, baby?” I ask her, my hand already moving between her legs to see if she’s ready. I move my fingers over her clit. She’s already soaked for me, but I want her to the point that when I slide in, she explodes. She whimpers when I thrust a finger in, using my thumb to press down on that throbbing little button while I stretch her. I add a second finger, thrusting into her and stretching her before repeating my movements. My lips finds hers again and I swallow her gasp as my fingers plunge inside of her hard and fast. Her cream gathers around them, allowing me to slide in and out of her with ease.

“I’m going to come, Gray,” she whispers. I don’t have words to explain what it feels like when she says my name like that. My balls literally ache with the need to empty inside of her and make sure I’ve claimed every slick inch of her.

I regretfully remove my fingers, then wrap my arms around her to hug her close.

“Gray?” she questions, confused, her voice thick and filled with need.

“Shh, sweet lips. I’m just moving so I’m on the bottom and you control this ride,” I assure her. It just seems wrong to fuck her hard when she’s against the hard ground.

She moans as we roll, but settles on top quickly. Her legs tighten around me as she seats herself atop me. She’s a fucking goddess. The red hair framing her face and cascading down her bare shoulders shines bright as the sun seems to pick up every different shade she has. Her breasts are thrusting out, the nipples so hard it looks painful. Her curves and shape hypnotize me, especially as she reaches her hand between us, encircles my cock, and holds it at her entrance.

“I really love the way you think,” she tells me.

“Is that so?”

“Mmm… hmm,” she breathes, then lowers down on me so as to take my dick inside achingly slow. “And I really like being on top,” she adds. 

By this point, I’m too far gone to respond. It comes out as an unintelligible grunt because the woman of my dreams is sliding up and down on my dick and I can do nothing but feel. She puts her hands on each of my shoulders and begins riding me hard, pushing up and down and driving us both fast towards the point of no return. I can’t look away from her, watching as pleasure shoots through her body and begins to overtake her. My body is so hot, it feels as if it’s on fire. I know I’m not going to be able to hold out much longer. My hands knead her hips as I encourage her to ride harder. She puts a twist in her movements that is nearly my undoing. I know I’m holding her so tight that I’ll probably bruise her. I thrust up, wanting to get as deep into her as I can.

And then… it stops.

“CC? Honey, you have me on the edge here. You need to move,” I grunt, a second away from taking control away from her. She doesn’t respond and her body is completely stiff. No more warm, soft, and pliant CC, and fuck if that doesn’t suck. “CC?” I growl like a wounded animal because I’m way too far into this now for her to be backing out. I will if she insists, but I’m not going to like it one bit.

“Gray! Hush!” she whispers fanatically and so quietly that even as close as we are, I have to strain to hear her.

Immediately, concern fills me. I hold her close, trying to look around us to see what’s wrong. From where I’m at lying down, I can see next to nothing. I can’t see one thing that would have her in such a panic—and there is panic and fear in her voice. I don’t like that at all.

“What’s going on?” I ask, holding her and trying to sit up at the same time, but she’s pushing me down and sitting so stiffly, it’s making it impossible.

“
Hush! We’re not alone!
”

Shit. One of the other golfers must have ventured out here. I try to pull her down to reassure her that if we hide in the bunker, they will never know we’re here. I pull her head down on my chest. The shift in her causes my dick to move into her even farther and I groan.
Fuck
… there’s only so much a man can take.

“Hold still, baby, or I’m going to fuck you regardless. I don’t care if there is another person around. Just be quiet like this and don’t move. He’ll take his turn and move on to the next spot on the course. Then, we can finish.”

“What are you talking about, you idiot?” she hisses in my ear.

“The person you said was here. The golfer. He can’t see us if we just…”

“It’s not another golfer, you freak!”

“What? Then what the fuck are you going on about?” I ask her, frustrated and horny. Shit.
I’m really, really horny.

“There’s a skunk!”

“A what?”

“A skunk! He’s about ten yards away from your head and if you don’t shut up, he’s going to… Oh, fuck.”

“What?”

“Gray, he’s coming over here. What do we do?”

Shit. Fuck. Damn. 

Panic has seized me. I feel it through every inch of my body. My heart is almost pounding out of my chest as I watch the little black and white terror stare at me. I mean we lock eyes. I always thought skunks looked so pretty. Flowers was my favorite character on Bambi. But watching as he stares at me, this animal doesn’t look cute. He looks mean, hateful, and mocking—almost as if he knows exactly what he interrupted and what he’s doing.

“Gray answer me!” I whisper again as fear threatens to consume me because the little shit is walking towards us.
Strutting, even!

“Just hold still. If we don’t scare it, it won’t do anything. It will grow bored and leave.”

Really?
That’s his advice? Okay, he grew up in Texas. Do they even have skunks out there? Because we do in Kentucky, and I’ve never known that advice to work. Of course, it’s usually hunters that I’ve known who’ve been sprayed, so there’s a chance he could be right.

As the skunk gets closer and closer, however, I start to experience serious doubts. “He’s getting closer,” I whisper in panic.

“Hang tight, Cooper,” Gray whispers next to my ear, holding me close. I do my best. My body is so still, it feels like I’m balancing on a tightrope. I’m afraid to move, afraid to breathe… until I feel Gray’s dick move inside of me.
Good Lord!

“You cannot still be horny,” I whisper into his ear, biting it to get my point across.

“I’m inside of you, Cooper. You can’t expect me not to be horny.”

“There’s a rabid animal circling us!”

“He’ll move on if you’ll shut your sweet ass up,” Gray counters, which pisses me off.

Now I think it’s safe to say that I do not react well when my emotions are running high. I don’t plan. I don’t exercise caution. So his pissing me off, combined with being naked, feeling helpless, and having an animal circling us—not to mention all the stuff swirling in my mind about Riverton—pushes me so close to the edge that I feel the line at my feet, a line that I’m going to cross. I know it. I try to gain control one last time, and that’s when I feel it. It’s a feathery brush around my calf, so soft and light that it kind of tickles. Then I feel something wet and cold. My head moves carefully away from Gray as I look over my shoulder. There, I see a furry black face moving against my leg, nothing but a ball of fur, but I see the long white streak down its back and watch as its tail moves from a soft sway. It ever so intricately raises and I watch it go centimeter by centimeter. I push against Gray’s shoulders.

“Don’t do it, Cooper,” Gray growls because he can feel my panic. He’s holding tight to me. If he wasn’t, I’d be gone. I’m afraid to speak, so I look in his eyes. I’m busy sending him looks that would kill a lesser man. He still doesn’t let go. The idiot is still convinced his plan is going to work.

That’s when the cold, harsh smell of reality strikes us both—literally. The spray hits us and the smell blooms like we just walked into a hog pen in the mid-august. It’s so strong, it literally robs my air, but I don’t have time to worry about breathing. I jump up the minute Gray’s hold loosens. It doesn’t matter that I’m buck-ass naked. Nothing matters except getting away from that damn skunk. I can hear Gray beside me, but I don’t look at him; I’m running as hard and as fast as I can.

And I only have two thoughts on my mind: I will never have sex outside again, and I will
kill
Grayson Lucas if he ever taunts me with not living dangerously again.