On the path to the bed, her delicate fingers worked at drawing his shirt off, peeling it up his chest. They grazed his skin and his muscles quivered in anticipation. When his legs bumped against the bed, he tore his mouth from hers. He took over, reached over his shoulder, and tore the tee shirt off, flinging the damn thing behind him, uncaring of where it landed. With her dark hair slicked back from her beautiful face, she beat him to her tank top and bra, her nimble fingers working until her torso was naked.
And sweet Christ, but she had gorgeous tits. They were perfectly round orbs, the rosy points jutting out thick and just begging for his lips. He needed the rest of her naked—now. She seemed to be of like mind. They helped one another in a race to remove their boots and jeans after he set her on her feet. Her mouth was hungry against his as their fingers worked to eliminate the final shreds of material from their bodies.
For a moment, they stood and stared at each other, gloriously nude, breathing heavily, lust filling their gazes.
They came together in a clash of hungry need, tumbled onto the bed and fought for purchase, for dominance. They rolled over the mattress, stroking, nipping, licking, and sucking whatever flesh they could reach, their hands hot and ravenous as they caressed each other’s flesh. This was insanity. Voracious need surged inside him.
Hurry, hurry, hurry was the drumbeat in his blood. He rolled them until she was beneath him, her thighs spread wide to accommodate his large form. And for a second, Colt thought of pulling back, of retreating. But then she gripped his dick, those slim, delicate fingers like hot steel around his cock, and she positioned his crown at her slick entrance. He gritted his teeth at the exquisite pleasure. She rocked her hips and ushered him inside. Her pussy clasped his dick like hot electrified silk.
And he was a fucking goner.
With a guttural groan, propped up on his elbows, Colt thrust hard and fast. She squeezed him, her sheath so fucking tight, he almost came then and there.
She hooked her legs around his waist, undulating her hips, and met him thrust for glorious thrust. There were no words between them. Colt didn’t think he could form words as he furiously stroked inside the hot vortex of her cunt. They chased a pinnacle of euphoria as the carnal fervor urged them on. Their fucking was elemental. It was a mating—hungry, hot, and primal.
It was like recognizing like, surging, scalding them with its searing flames.
The silken clasp of her cunt drove him wild. He plunged, ramming inside her, reveling in her moans as she writhed, and her nails scored his back. On his elbows, he jack-hammered her pussy, the ripe scent of their sex filling the air, all while the world shook around them as thunder clapped and lightning flared.
Her hands slid down his back to cup his ass as if she wanted to draw him deeper inside.
Colt grew downright feral as he fucked her, like his damn his life depended on the frenzied coupling. She climaxed around his pounding shaft, her pussy spasming as she screamed. “Oh god!”
The tight rippling clench of her cunt sent his body over the edge into back-buckling ecstasy.
“Oh fuck,” he grunted as he came, burying his face against her neck. The orgasm struck him blind. He thrust furiously, and jettisoned his essence into her quaking heat. When the shockwaves of ecstasy finally subsided, he rolled off her, breathing heavily, and stared at the ceiling.
What the hell had he just done?
He’d fucked a stranger whose name he still didn’t know. And he couldn’t deny it had been some of the best sex that he’d had in years, perhaps ever.
“I think I saw god,” she murmured in a breathy voice.
He laughed. Jesus Christ, they made a pair. “That makes two of us.”
“I’m Avery, by the way.”
“Colt, and please tell me you’re on birth control.”
“Yeah, no worries, cowboy, we’re good on that end. I’m hungry. Are you hungry?”
Shifting his head to look at her, he asked, “Tell me this first, why are you staying here illegally?”
She sighed deeply, with an edge of frustration. She rose and left the bed, unmindful of her nude state. “Because I wanted to scout the area first, make sure the cabin was the right place, with the right angles, to properly conduct my research, and I lost my stupid wallet. Again. Dropped it in one of the streams about a half mile away from here and was unable to retrieve it before the stream carried it away. I searched for the stupid thing for hours, but it’s just gone. It had my cash, my license, and credit cards. I’ve already cancelled all my cards. Or at least, I think I did. Maybe I forgot to do that. I’ll have to check. But the Department of Motor Vehicles folks are going to laugh themselves into a hernia over this one, at seeing me for the third time this year, and it’s only August.”
Colt shifted so that he was resting against the headboard in order to watch his unexpected bed partner. It sounded to him like she was broke, and he wasn’t really buying the story that she had lost her wallet. Especially once he spied the empty cupboard shelves. Was she running from someone, or something? Was that the real reason why she didn’t have money?
She pulled out some ramen and instant coffee. “Are you hungry?”
“Is that all you have to eat?” he asked, skeptical and not a little worried that she was in dire straits. It made him reassess his initial assessment. Perhaps she was staying here because she had nowhere else to go and no way to pay for it. And maybe he could help her, and not because they’d had sex.
Well, not only because of the sex.
She shrugged. “I don’t need that much. I’m good.”
“What you need is a damn sandwich. And as it so happens, I have one in my saddlebag. I’ll split it with you.” The woman was sexy as hell. He wondered if she had been abused or discarded, and that was why she was feeding him the story of losing her wallet.
He rose from the bed and trod toward her. If she wasn’t going to worry about nudity, then neither was he, especially when his clothes were still drenched. He’d toss them in the dryer in a bit. It was still pouring outside anyway, so he might have to stay the night. He immediately wondered if he could entice her into round two.
He hefted his saddlebag from where he’d dropped it by the door earlier, and brought it over to the kitchen table.
She moved around the small kitchen, putting a pot with water on the stove. “Just so you know, I plan on paying the ranch back, once I have access to my bank account. I should have the credit card company overnight me a new card, and need to get wired some cash. There’s no address here, but I wonder if they could deliver it by courier if I gave them directions.”
He studied her, more intrigued by the minute. “I can give you an address to have it all delivered. In the meantime, I will cover for you. Just tell me how long you’re planning to stay.”
She beamed. The smile on her face took his breath away. “Really? That’s so nice of you. I’m here for two weeks before I have to be in Vegas. Want some ramen?”
Shaking his head, with a self-deprecating laugh, he said, “Sure, why not. Ramen and half a sandwich it is.”
Of all the things he had expected when he and Tank set out this morning on their ride, she was the last thing Colt had anticipated. And, if truth be told, she was the best thing to come along for an age. Great fucking sex could do that—put a new perspective on your life. Plus, she had no idea who he was or that he owned the ranch. It was clear she needed someone to look after her. The story she had spoon-fed him stirred up all his protective Dom instincts.