Callie's Captors [Mountain Men(28)
Lightning flashed and thunder clapped, the boom resonating through the tent like a living creature as he entered her, driving into her wetness. She bucked in sync with him, riding him, imploring him to go deeper and to thrust harder than the time before. He growled, a low, animal-like sound, and, when she gazed into his eyes, she thought she saw the blue change to amber again. She answered the only way she could by clutching his neck and bringing his mouth to her tit.
Pumping upward into her, he murmured words she never thought she’d hear. Words of tenderness, of love, and even of commitment. She cried out his name, giving him a tribute to his lovemaking and more. Her heart opened to let him in, even as her mind warned her to take care.
As the storm raged outside, they reached their climaxes together and screamed their pleasure into the night.
Thunder rumbled far away as their bodies quivered together. She held him, her arms around him, his forehead resting against her shoulder. Neither made an attempt to slide his cock out of her, and if he wanted to stay that way for the rest of the night she’d let him.
Or we could do it all over again.
She smiled, pressing her mouth to his shoulder to give him a tender kiss. He moaned a satisfied sound, then echoed her kiss with one of his own.
He wiped the perspiration away from her brow. “You’re beautiful, you know. And sexy as hell.”
“Prove it.”
His eyes widened in surprise. “Okay, I will. But give me a little time, okay? I’m not a sex machine.”
“You could’ve fooled me.”
He laid her back, coming to rest at her side. “So I take it that it was okay for me to do what I did?”
She loved the way he skimmed his fingertip from one nipple to the other. They had remained at attention, ready for more action. “If you mean waking me up with sex, then yeah, it was okay.”
“Maybe even better than okay?”
Give the man an inch…Wait. He already has quite a few inches.
“Oh, hell, yeah. Much better than okay.”
“I know this isn’t the right thing to say, but I’ve got to know. For no other reason than bragging rights.”
She played with his lower lip with her thumb. “Bragging rights?”
“Yeah. So which of us is better? Pete or me?”
She lifted up and rested her head on her hand. “Are you seriously asking me that?”
He tried to backpedal as fast as he could. “Uh, judging from the look on your face, I’d like to retract my question.”
She sat up, suddenly aware of the implications. “Is that what this is? Is that what Blue meant by using the term ours? Are you three in a competition to see who can get the stupid girl who fell into a hole in the sack?”
He was on his feet two seconds after she was. “What? No. It was just a stupid question. You saw how we are, always ribbing each other. I…Oh, hell, I don’t know why I asked it.”
She grabbed one of the quilts and covered her body. “I don’t care why you asked it either. Just get the hell out. Tell Blue he lost since he didn’t screw me. As for you and Pete, why don’t you yank out your dicks and see which one can piss the longest, because I’m not calling a winner.”
“Callie, you’ve got it all wrong.”
She punched him in the chest and he acted like he didn’t even notice. She didn’t have a chance of keeping them off her if they wanted her.
“Is that the whole contest? Or was tying me up part of it?” She thrust out her arms, putting her wrists together. “Here. Go ahead and do it again. Tie me up and do whatever perverted shit you want to me. Let’s get this captor-fucks-the-captive game over with so I can go home.”
He stared at her as though she’d gone crazy. And maybe she had. Tears burned behind her eyes, but she’d be damned if she’d let him see her cry. It was her own fault for letting him, them, get close to her. She’d even thought for a brief moment that maybe, just maybe she could have something special with one or even all of them.
Shit. My heart hurts. It really, truly hurts.
She clutched her fist to her chest and thrust her other hand toward the flaps of the tent. “Please. Leave me alone.”
“Callie, please, let me explain. You are ours. But not in the way you think. This isn’t a game.”
“It’s always a game.” A game I always lose.
She couldn’t look at him. If she did, she might be dumb enough to believe him. Instead, she turned away and kept her back straight. “Get out.”
Once she heard the rustle of the flaps and the sound of him moving away in the darkness, she let the tears slide down her cheeks. She was such a fool. How could she have opened her heart so wide in such a short time? She knew better than to trust anyone with her heart.