The sun had already been up for an hour, but its heat hadn’t yet warmed the air. The crisp chill of the night still lingered. Next to twilight this was Sierra Hart’s favourite time of the day. She’d carried her mug of coffee out to the deck that ran along one side of the cabin and stretched out on the comfortable lounge chair. She’d found an old riding mower in the shed behind the cabin. Surprised that it still worked, she’d mowed down the wild growth immediately surrounding the building to give herself a small clearing. Beyond that, the Maine woods stretched forever.
What a shock it had been to learn her grandfather had left this to her—his cabin where he’d hunted as a young man and where he’d retreated after her grandmother died. The deed, which both the attorney and the county records verified, also included five thousand acres of forest and a small stream. It came to her at a time when she was at a crossroad in her life, relationship-wise and career-wise. Without a soul around for miles, she had plenty of space to do all the thinking she needed to.
She was idly scanning the trees at the edge of the clearing when she saw him—a huge silver wolf. Her first instinct was to barricade herself inside, but he made no effort to move closer to her, just stood there, watching her. A tiny breeze wafted from the forest across the deck, bringing with it an unusual sense of calm. She couldn’t have said why but instinctively she knew the wolf meant her no harm
She’d read about the organisations working to repopulate the wolf in northern Maine. An abundance of coyotes had demanded the presence of their natural enemy. But Sierra had never heard of a wolf coming this close to people without attacking. She watched him steadily, waiting for him to make a move, but he was as still as a statue. In fact, for a moment she actually thought he might be one, something she hadn’t noticed, until he lifted his snout and sniffed the breeze.
She sat up in her chair, prepared to bolt into the house if he made a run for her, but he held his position.
Her concentration was disrupted by the sound of tires on the so-called dirt road leading to the cabin. She wasn’t expecting any visitors so the sound of leaves crunching startled her. Who on earth would be coming here? No one except her closest friend, Nina, even knew where she was. Setting her mug on the little table next to her, she rose to her feet and walked to the end of the deck.
A black Montero Sport with tinted windows inched its way towards the cabin, finally stopping in the small gravel parking area. She waited, wondering if she should have a gun with her. Grandpa had been meticulous about teaching her with both rifle and handgun, and his entire collection was in the cabinet in the great room. Another bonus.
After a moment, both the driver and passenger doors opened and two men emerged. They could have been twins, dressed in black slacks and dark green polo shirts with a small logo over the breast pocket. One blond, one dark-haired, they sported short hair cuts, no facial hair and expressionless faces. Spotting her standing there, they walked towards her with steady strides.
Sierra leaned on the rail, bending forward. “Can I help you? This is private property.”
Neither of them said a word until they were a foot away from her. Then the blond reached into his pants pocket, extracted a leather card case and pulled out a business card.
“Craig Danforth. Hagen Lumber Mills.” When Sierra didn’t reach for it, he set the card on the deck railing. “We’d like to talk to you about your land.”
She shoved her hands into her jeans pockets. “The same kind of talk you had with my grandfather? He wasn’t interested in selling and neither am I.”
“Miss Hart,” the other man began.
“Forget it. Save your breath.”
The other man stepped forward. “I don’t think you want to be hasty here. This is prime lumber property. Hagen is prepared to make you a substantial offer.”
Sierra clenched her jaw. “It’s prime forest, and it’s going to stay that way. Good day, gentlemen. Don’t bother coming back.”
The two men exchanged a look, then both nodded once and trudged back to their SUV. Sierra stood there, tense, until they drove away. When she turned to pick up her coffee mug, she noticed the wolf still standing there, only now his lips were drawn back in a snarl. She shivered then stepped back into the great room. Before she even poured another cup of coffee, she unlocked the gun cabinet, took out a rifle and a small 9mm handgun and loaded them. Next time she’d be prepared.
* * * *
By evening, when the sun had dipped well past the horizon, the temperature had dipped along with it. Sierra built a fire in the huge stone fireplace and warmed some cider. She was about to stretched out in front of it on the thick cushions she’d tossed on the floor when a knock sounded on the heavy wood door.
Now who? But this time I’m prepared. And tomorrow I’m getting a chain to go with the deadbolt.
Who’d have thought she needed it way out here?
She picked up the loaded handgun from the table where she’d left it and held it behind her back with one hand. Flipping on the porch light she opened the door with her other hand, barely cracking it two inches.
“Yes?”
“I think I’m lost.”
The voice was like melted chocolate, deep and warm and enveloping.
Sierra opened the door a little wider, looked at her visitor and every bit of saliva in her mouth dried up. The man on her porch was well over six feet, lean and broad shouldered. Dark brown hair with traces of silver dusted his shoulders and framed a starkly masculine face—high cheekbones, square jaw and unusual amber eyes. A long-sleeved black T-shirt and well-worn jeans clung to well-defined muscles.
Holy shit!
After three tries she found her voice, and then it came out sounding like a squeak. “Lost?”
“Yes. I’ve been hiking in the woods, and I probably got disoriented. Listen, I promise I’m not an escaped murderer or a rapist on the loose. It’s safe to let me in.”
Clutching the gun behind her back, she swung the door wider and he stepped inside. Up close his presence was even more overwhelming. She felt surrounded, all her breath trapped in her lungs, her legs suddenly shaky. She backed up until her legs hit the table behind the couch where she carefully placed the handgun.
The thick, dark eyebrows rose questioningly. “Were you planning to shoot me?”
She wet her lips with her tongue. “Only if I needed to.”
He grinned, a smile that somehow reminded her of the silver wolf. “I’m certainly glad you didn’t need to. I promised you I’m harmless.” He held out his hand. “Luke Spencer.”
Gingerly, she reached out to shake hands. “Sierra Hart.”
The moment they made skin to skin contact a thunderbolt of electricity pierced her. Frighteningly, she felt her nipples harden, moisture seep from her cunt, and her pulse throb. She didn’t remember being in such a powerful male presence before. She could almost smell the testosterone in the air. What was going on here? She backed further into the room.
“Well, Sierra Hart, I seem to be lost out here in the woods. Do you think you could help me with directions? And maybe a hot drink? It’s getting damn chilly out there.”
Everything in her screamed to force him out the door at gunpoint, run to her bedroom and hide in the closet. And it wasn’t bodily harm she was afraid of.
“Um, yes. Sure.” She nearly tripped over the rug on the wood floor. “H-have a seat. I was just heating some cider. That okay?”
He smiled again and everything inside her body quivered. “Cider sounds great.”
She barely remembered to grab the gun and take it with her, stumbling as she headed towards the kitchen. Looking wildly around, she opened the freezer door and stuck the gun inside.
No. I should keep it with me.
Don’t be stupid. It isn’t death you have to worry about here.
She slammed the freezer shut and took another mug from the cupboard. Her hands shook as she poured the cider and she needed both hands to carry it into the other room.
“Thanks.” The warm chocolate voice caressed her. “This is great.”
“W-would you like to sit down?” Am I crazy?
“Sure. I could use a rest. I feel as if I’ve been on the move for hours.”
He sat with a loose-limbed movement on one end of the couch, the ankle of one leg crossed over the knee of the other. Sierra would have sat at the dining room table if she didn’t think it would look too obvious. She needed to put as much distance as she could between herself and this man. She settled for the arm chair set at a right angle to the couch.
He motioned to the cushions on the floor. “Looks like you were planning to crash in front of the fire.”
“Yes. It’s one of my favourite things to do.” She took a sip of her cooling cider. “Tell me, Mr. Spencer, how did you happen to get lost in the vicinity? It’s private property and I don’t get many hikers.”
His amber eyes glowed as his gaze raked over her and his mouth turned up again in a sinful grin. “I apologise for intruding. I’m staying at the motel in Pine Tree and just started walking from there. There weren’t any fences or posted notices so I thought I was still on public property.”
“That’s a long way to hike. More than twenty miles. Do you do that often?”
“Yes. My work is pretty demanding so solitary hiking vacations let me work out the kinks.”
She took another swallow of her cider. “What kind of work do you do?”
He stared at her for a long time, as if making up his mind what to tell her. “I work for a paranormal investigative agency. We take a lot of private cases as well as helping the police when they ask.”
“Paranormal?” She frowned. “You mean, like psychics?”
“Among other things. So. What kind of work do you do? Or you independently wealthy enough to enjoy life here all the time?”
She leaned forward and set her mug on the coffee table. “Actually, you could say I’m about to make a life-changing decision.”
“How so?”
She shrugged. “Got tired of everything. Quit my job. Sold my condo. My grandfather left me this cabin and land so it seemed like the door to opportunity was opening for me.”
The amber eyes were fixed on her again, like jewels reflecting the light from the fire. “Surely there must be some man waiting for you.”
Not any more.
“How did we get to talking about me? I thought you wanted directions out of here.”
“Do I make you nervous, Sierra?”
No. he made her feel hot and wanting. She was so wet just from being in the same room with him she was sure the scent of her arousal rose from her body. What was happening to her? “Well, you are a stranger. I don’t know anything about you.”
“Would you like to? Know about me?”
She’d been so mesmerised by his eyes, she hadn’t noticed he was sliding closer and closer to her until he reached out and took her hand. It seemed the most natural thing in the world to let him tug her out of the chair and coax her onto his lap. Beneath the soft denim of his jeans she felt the thick, hard outline of his cock pressing against her buttocks. A corner of his mouth tipped up in a knowing grin and heat flashed in his amber eyes.
One arm held her in a loose embrace, while the other hand cupped hr chin, tilting it up to him.
“From the minute you opened the door, I knew I had to do this.”
His mouth on hers was like warm satin, pressing lightly, teasing as he rubbed it against her. When his tongue came out to lick the closed seam she felt as if liquid fire was being poured onto her. Unbidden, she parted her lips, welcoming the rough texture of his tongue as it tasted and tormented. Nothing was left untouched. He took it all—teeth, the inner side of her lips, her gums, the roof of her mouth.
She clutched at his shoulders, terrified of the unfamiliar heat sweeping through her, setting her blood to the boiling point and streaking from nipple to cunt like the flames in the fireplace. Yet, at the same time, she was seduced by it. She wanted more. More of him, of his touch, of his mouth. She wanted to feel his mouth everywhere on her body.
His hand held her head firmly in place as he continued to bewitch her with his tongue. That was the only word for it, because surely under normal circumstances she would not be sitting here on a stranger’s lap wishing his cock was inside her instead of in his jeans.
When he lifted his head, she was panting, her brain foggy, her hands still clutching at him in an attempt to keep herself centred. Without saying a word, he slid the soft fabric of her T-shirt up until her pale blue, lacy bra was exposed. His head bent, and his mouth captured a nipple, fabric and all, the touch more erotic because of it. He nipped the swelling bud with sharp teeth, then soothed it with his rough tongue, and the tiny shards of pain were like little pinpricks of pleasure.
After he had teased one nipple to the point of almost painful hardness, he turned his attention to the other. Sierra tilted her head back, thrusting her breasts up at him. His large hand supported her at the middle of her back while his mouth worked its erotic magic. She couldn’t help wriggling on his lap, loving the feel of his rigid shaft against the cheeks of her ass.
What was happening to her? She had always enjoyed sex but never been suffused with such uncontrolled wantonness. She wanted to rip off their clothes and feel their naked bodies together.
As if he could read her mind, Luke chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers skittering along her spine. His nimble fingers unclasped her bra, then it was gone, leaving her breasts completely bare to his assault. He cupped one breast in his palm and took little nips of the creamy flesh, tiny bites that he then swept his tongue over, just as he’d done with her nipples.
By the time he finished his attention on both breasts, Sierra was a screaming mass of need, her crotch soaked and her pussy quivering to be invaded.
“Look at me, Sierra.” His voice was warm yet demanding.
She opened her eyes and stared into his golden ones. She could almost see her reflection in them.
“I’m going to take off the rest of your clothes now, so I can see every inch of your body. Every inch. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
As if in a trance, hypnotised by his voice, she nodded.
“Are you afraid of me, Sierra?”
“N-no.” She swallowed and tried again. “No. I’m not.”
“Good. Because if you to do everything I tell you to, I promise I will give you pleasure unlike anything you’ve known before. All right?”
“Yes.” Short answers were all she could manage. Her body was on fire, and she wanted him to stop talking and do something about it.
He lifted her from his lap and stood her on her feet, lowering the zipper on her slacks and brushing the soft material past her hips to her ankles. Deftly, he helped her step out of them, tossing the garment to the side. Hooking his thumbs into the tiny hip band of her thong, he tugged it down slowly, revealing her pubic hair inch by inch, the backs of his fingers caressing the insides of her thighs as he stripped the garment from her body.
Bunching the scrap of silk in his hand, he held it to his nose and inhaled deeply.
“The best perfume.” His voice was thick and gravely. “Your scent is intoxicating.”
Dropping the thong, he placed his hands on her thighs, moving them apart, and bent to slide his tongue through her curls. He flicked at the hot flesh of her now burning clit then delved between her labia to the slick flesh guarding the opening to her pussy.
Sierra closed her eyes, letting sensation wash over her. She didn’t know how she managed to stay upright as he repeated the licking process over and over again. She simply threaded her hands through the rich black silk of his hair and held onto them as if they were lifelines.
She felt herself falling, unsure if it was a real or imagined sensation, until she felt one of the huge, thick cushions she’d dumped on the floor, hitting her back and her legs. She opened her eyes just in time to see Luke hovering over her, his mouth a breath away before he pressed it against hers. She tasted herself on his lips, a tart yet sweet flavour, and the tip of her tongue pressed between them to lick at it.
His tongue touched hers, a light caress before sweeping into her mouth again. He moved it in and out, mimicking what she hoped he would do to her with his cock. She sucked at it greedily, biting it lightly then tightening her lips over it.
“Open your eyes, Sierra,” Luke’s hot voice whispered.
The look in his eyes sent shivers through her.
“I am going to make love to you in so many ways you won’t even remember who you are. Tonight your body belongs to me.” He nipped at an ear. “Let me hear you say yes.”
Her brain didn’t seem to belong to her any more. There was only one answer she could give him. “Yes.”
When Luke stripped off his clothes and stood towering over her, the firelight brushed his body with a golden glow. He was solid muscle, each one rigidly defined, from his flat stomach to his solid thighs and calves. A thick mat of curls covered his chest and arrowed in a line down to his groin, ending in a heavy nest of curls from which rose the largest, most magnificent erection she had ever seen. It aroused and terrified her at the same time. She want to feel it filling her cunt, yet at the same time, she didn’t know how she could stretch to take it.
Luke took the heavy shaft in his hand and idly stroked it, his gaze fixed on her.
“You have a tempting body, Sierra. Mouth-watering.”
If only.
“I’m too short,” she protested. “My breasts are too small and my hips and ass are too big.”
Anger slashed briefly across his face. “Did someone tell you that? Obviously a man without brains or taste. You’re perfect. For me.”
He knelt down so his knees bracketed her and took her breasts in his hands. His thumbs rasped back and forth across nipples already swollen with need, hard and aching. Sierra sucked in a breath as he bent his mouth to them again. As he took them each into his mouth she felt the hot pull all the way to her womb and a fresh flow of liquid saturated her pussy.
She arched up to him, running her hands over the solid muscles of his back. A tiny moan drifted from her mouth as he worked at her breasts, nipping at them then laving them with his tongue. She loved the rough feel of it, the scrape of it across her over-sensitised skin. She wanted to feel it inside her again, scraping the greedy walls of her vagina and drinking her cream.
She bucked up against him, and the vibration of his quiet chuckle echoed through her body.
“Such impatience, little one. I want to be sure to pay complete homage to these perfect breasts and these ripe, luscious nipples. How I would love to see them gripped by solid-gold nipple rings, plumping out for my mouth to suckle. Maybe next time, I’ll have a surprise for you.”
Next time? Was he planning to come back?
But her questions disappeared as his mouth left her breasts and drifted first to the tender spot where her neck and shoulder met, nipping and licking, the sensation washing straight to her womb. When he moved to place open-mouthed kisses on her navel and tummy, little spasms set up in her vaginal walls and her skin felt too hot and too tight.
“Open for me,” he told her in that low, rough voice.
He bent her knees and spread her thighs wide, exposing every bit of her sex to his avid, eager gaze. Reaching behind him with one of his long, muscular arms, he grabbed a throw pillow from the couch and pushed it under her hips.
“Much better,” he growled and bent to his task.
If the swift licks of his tongue before had driven her crazy, now he took her mind altogether. His thumbs pressed on either side of her clit, pushing it free of it protective hood, and he proceeded to pull it into his mouth where he tugged and suckled it. His teeth grazed it, nibbling the throbbing tip, then his tongue flicked wet heat over it.
He repeated it over and over again, until her moans became cries and her cries became pleas. The walls of her pussy flexed and quivered, desperate for something to fill the aching void. Yet still his mouth focused on that one, electric spot, tormenting it until without warning she came from that alone.
It grabbed her like a tight clamp, shaking her and roaring through her body. Her hips bucked, and her thighs clamped his head. Desperately, she tried to urge him to penetrate her, but he focused only on that one spot. Each time the spasms would begin to subside, he’d nibble and nip again, suckle and lick until another sequence of convulsions rippled through her.
At last, he released that tortured little nub, moved his hands to hold her thighs wide and used that coarse tongue to lap up the juices running from her opening. The tip of his tongue rimmed the entrance to her vagina, teasing all the little nerve endings then licking from there to her anus.
Sierra gripped the lustrous brown fall of his hair in her fists, pushing his head against her pubis. When his stiff tongue stabbed inside her, she jerked at its touch, the edge of orgasm rising in her again.
Luke raised his head, his face shiny with her juices. Licking her cream from his lips, he slid two fingers into the well of her vagina, curling them slightly to rub against her sweet spot. When he added a third one, her orgasm swelled, and as he fucked her with his fingers, the first of the spasms overtook her.
“That’s it,” he growled.
Stroking his fingers in and out, he pressed the thumb of his other hand on her clit, sending steaks of lightning through her. She gripped his hair tighter, trying to anchor herself with it in the storm rapidly overtaking her. She heard the roaring of her blood in her ears and felt the throbbing of her pulse everywhere in her body.
Sierra pushed hard against his hand, riding his fingers. Then his tongue was inside her again, and one of his fingers, slippery with her cream, pushed against the tight bud of her anus. Pressing., Pushing. Pressing. And then inside, gripped by the muscles in her dark tunnel.
Her orgasm crested, shaking her with its force. The walls of her pussy spasmed around his tongue, and she bucked hard against the finger in her rear. He was merciless, pushing her higher and higher, fucking both of her openings, on and on and on. Until finally he began, slowly, to ease her down. Her lungs begged for air, her heat slammed into her ribs and her body felt as loose as if it had been stretched on a rack and released.
I can’t stand any more.
But even as the thought stirred in her brain, Luke moved up on her body, straddling her, holding his penis in his hand with the broad head touching her lips.
“Open your mouth,” he commanded.
Obediently, she opened her lips wide, the head of his cock sliding over her lower lip to rest on her tongue.
“Take me, Sierra. Take as much as you can. Suck it. Taste me, as I tasted you.”
Millimetre by millimetre, he pressed himself into her mouth until she had taken as much as she could. She swirled her tongue around the velvet-covered shaft and raked her teeth against the soft skin covering steel. Tilting her head back so she could get to the head, she dipped her tongue into the slit and pushed as he’d done with her.
“Jesus!” His whole body went taut, his hands tightening on her cheeks.
She did it again and again he jerked, his fingers like steel on her face. Then he pulled back, sliding himself out of her mouth and thrusting himself inside her. He bent her knees back until they touched her breasts to give himself greater access as he entered her slowly. Every muscle in her cunt strained to accept him, to ease the penetration.
He braced himself on her bent knees as he rocked in a steady rhythm, each thrust of his hips pushing him further inside her hot, wet channel. Sierra dragged her breath in and out, eyes closed, focusing on the thick, hard penis stretching, stretching, stretching her. With her eyes closed every part of her was centred on his movements, his shaft impaling her. She had never felt so full, her body had never been so filled, and still he pushed further inside her. At the moment, she was sure she couldn’t take one more centimetre. The head of his cock pressed against her womb and his balls slapped the cheeks of her ass.
He was in, and every nerve in her body leaped in response.
He paused, giving her time to adjust to him. Shards of heat streaked over her body like licks of flame. Her breasts ached. Her nipples throbbed. Her breath felt trapped in her throat.
“Open your eyes,” he commanded again.
She dragged them open, locked into the intensity of his amber gaze.
“You cunt is like a wet glove around me,” he rasped. “Jesus, you’re so tight it feels like you’ll squeeze the life out of me. I could fuck you forever.”
His hips moved again, in the same, steady rhythm, only now the pace increased. With every thrust, electricity rippled over her body. Almost automatically, her hands went to her breasts and her fingers squeezed her nipples.
“Yes, that’s it. Pinch them for me, Sierra. Squeeze them until the pain is so intense it turns into pleasure.”
She pinched, hard, and the edge of pain turned into a pleasure consuming her. His cock stroked in and out of her, his hands on her knees holding her fast for his plundering as he fucked her, fucked her, fucked her. She was so exhausted, she didn’t think her body could handle another racking spasm, yet at the same time, she craved it like a drug. A climax hit and raced through her, tearing at her exhausted body, and still he kept moving. Even before her body stopped shaking and her muscles clenching, she felt another one forming behind it.
Just when she thought she’d reached the last plateau, he increased his pace and tossed her onto a higher one, a deeper one. And on and on it went, one orgasm rushing through her on the heels of the one before until she thought her heart would stop. Only his eyes anchored her in place.
Then he tore his eyes away from hers and threw his head back, the muscles on his neck corded, his arms rigid, his balls slapping harder against the cheeks of her ass. In one roaring explosion, he poured himself into her, taking her on one final roller coaster ride. She shook like a leaf in the wind...
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