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  I bracket her pussy lips with my index and middle finger and start drawing them back and forth. She writhes on my lap, a sexy demon ruining me with every rub and motion. My own erection grows thicker, stiffer.

  “Not enough,” she gasps. She wants more and I want to give it to her. I reach under her shirt and free her breasts. Slick moans when my fingers close around her plump flesh.

  “Your tits are soft, babe. Softer than a--” I stop because there isn’t anything that compares. I pull the cups down and pull her tits out. I pinch one nipple and then the other, reveling in her soft gasps and her squirming ass. I want to come so bad. I want to pull out my cock, lift her up and ram into her in one swift motion. I want to fuck her so hard and so long that she can’t walk the next day.

  “I bet you’re wet underneath these pants, aren’t you? I bet your panties are soaked with your juice. You ever taste yourself?” I’m sure she hasn’t. She’s too shy, too innocent for that. “When you tell me your name, I’ll take off your panties and drink your juice directly from the source. I’ll tongue your pussy so hard you’ll forget your own name. You want that, don’t you?”

  A low, long whine escapes from between her lips. “You’re teasing me.”

  “Yeah.” Because watching her get turned on, feeling that small orgasm roll through her body, hearing her voice turn from high-pitched to low and back again as she tries to release some of the desire that is building inside of her is the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced. “The more I tease you, the better it’s going to be.” I roll the now-hard nipple between my fingers.

  “Too much of a good thing is bad,” she retorts.

  I respond by slapping her pussy. She cries out, a thready, needy plea for release. I need to taste her, even if it’s just her mouth. I abandon her tits, cup her jaw and angle her face for a kiss. My other hand busies with rubbing the sting away. She tries to close her legs, to keep the sensations in, but I force her open, widening my stance. I deepen the kiss, trying to meld us together so she can see how we belong as one.

  I can feel her heat and her need between the layers of fabric and part of me wants to slip my hand past her waistband, under her pants until there’s nothing but her skin and my touch. The slickness of her want would lube my path and she could ride my hand until her cum drips down my fingers.

  I keep working her until her whole body arches and she tears her mouth from mine to release a scream. The orgasm shudders through her, like an electric shock traveling from one end of her body to the other. She arches and tries to fly off my lap, away from my relentless touch. I release her jaw to clamp an arm around her waist and let her ride the wave with my fingers still stroking her.

  When she comes down off her high, she’s limp as a dishrag. Her head lolls on my shoulder.

  “My panties are wet,” she moans and this time it isn’t in need but in distress. My cock can’t tell the difference. The word wet coupled with the word panties is enough to make him thrust forward for attention. I order him to stand down while I rise to my feet, swinging the worn-out Slick up in my arms.

  She doesn’t have the energy to protest.

  “Into the shower you go and then afterward, hot tub.”

  “What about you?” she asks weakly.

  “You’re not gonna get any cock until you tell me your name.”

  Chapter Ten

  Hayden

  I sit in the hot tub wondering how I got myself here. I can’t even work out if I’m mad or not. I let out a long sigh, dropping my head back. This tub is what dreams are made of. This whole place kind of is. How am I ever going to talk my sister into leaving here when I’m questioning leaving this place myself? Which is crazy because of course I’m going to be out of here soon. The sexy giant is off his rocker with saying that I belong to him and giving me orgasms that do in fact make me forget my name. I don’t want to tell him my name. This game is too fun to stop now.

  “Is the water still warm?” King strolls back into the bathroom with a towel in one hand and a robe in another. He sets them both on the bathroom counter. I fight not to cover my body. I mean he’s already seen all of it, so what’s the point? He’s fully dressed again in a black shirt and jeans. The man showered with me earlier but kept his stupid boxer briefs on. He washed every inch of me before putting me into the warm hot tub.

  After he washed me, he massaged all of my muscles, which left me feeling as though I was one big pile of goo that would do just about anything. The man really does have magic hands. I didn't realize that someone’s touch could be both gentle and hard at the same time. That actually describes King in a nutshell. Crap. I am starting to fall for him more the longer I stay. I have to get the heck out of here. Not only to save myself but my sister too. I can’t let myself get too wrapped up in King. I need to keep reminding myself that I’m here for my sister even though the selfish part of me wants to explore this thing with King.

  “How come I gotta be naked all the time and you don’t?” I can’t keep the pout out of my voice.

  “Don’t want to scare you.” He winks. I glare at him, which does a whole lot of nothing. In fact, I think he enjoys when I give him hard looks. “Seen you had a suitcase in your truck. I brought it in for you. Doesn’t seem as though you packed enough to spend the rest of your life here but we can always get you some more stuff. Don’t worry, Slick, I plan on providing you with whatever you need.”

  “You went digging through my stuff!” I sit up.

  “I played with your pussy an hour ago.”

  I shut my mouth, hoping the heat from the hot tub hides the blush I can feel making itself known.

  “If you want to play with it again you better stay out of my things.”

  “I put the suitcase away after I unpacked your stuff.” He ignores my warning. He walks over to the tub, leaning down. His eyes never leave mine. “Give me a kiss.”

  “No.” I tilt my head back, my lips pouting out. My body listening to his command, I offer him my mouth.

  “That’s my girl, Slick.” He brushes his mouth against mine. I let out a small moan as his tongue slides across my bottom lip, making my lips part to let him take his kiss. He can kiss me all he wants. It doesn’t mean I have to kiss him back.

  “Hay bales! Is that your truck I see outside?” I jerk back at the sound of my sister’s voice. Crap.

  “She’ll cut your man parts off if she catches us like this!” I hiss.

  “Hay bales?” He laughs.

  “Not my name.” I stand. “Get out of here. I still have plans for you and your man parts.”

  “Sorry, Slick. No name, no plans.” He shakes his head. His eyes roam over my body. I think he’s as mad as I am about this little rule he’s made.

  “I know you’re here, sis.” Danny’s voice is getting closer to the bathroom, causing me to panic a little.

  “Gimme a little of that sugar, Slick, and I’ll get out of here.” That sexy mouth of his smirks, knowing that he has me at a disadvantage.

  “I can’t believe you're blackmailing me right now.”

  I grab his face, pulling him down as I thrust my tongue into his mouth. He pulls me into his body. I wrap around him as we both deepen the kiss. Like his touch, his kiss is both gentle and hard at the same time. I get lost in him until a loud banging brings me back to reality.

  “I locked the door.” King smiles. He knew we weren't going to get busted in on.

  “You’ll pay for that one.”

  “Worth every fucking penny.” He puts me on my feet.

  “I’m just getting out of the shower. I’ll be right out.”

  “You okay? You sound off,” my sister shouts back.

  “No, I’m not okay! I had to track you down in the middle of a snow storm because you don’t listen.”

  “Here we go,” I hear her say. I know she’s talking to herself now. “I’ll see you in the kitchen.”

  I let out a sigh. She has no idea that this is King’s room and I’m in his bathroom wrapped around him nake
d. If she did, she’d either kill him or I’d never hear the end of it. I’m not sure which way it will go. Hell, I’m not sure if I want to kill King or keep on clinging to him. I figure I don’t really have to make the choice right this second.

  “I got you wet.”

  “It was only fair. I got you wet, too.”

  My mouth falls open. He always has the better comebacks. I turn, stomping toward his closet. I stop when I realize that I need a towel. I stomp back to him and he hands it to me, smiling the whole time.

  “Stop smiling. I’m mad at you.”

  “No you’re not.” He follows me into the walk-in closet. I watch as he pulls off his shirt, letting me see that body of his again. I’ve seen many shirtless cowboys in my day and not one could hold a candle to King. Before I can ogle him too much, he puts on another shirt.

  “I’ll go greet your sister.” He leans down, giving me a quick kiss before I know what he’s doing and he’s gone. I hurriedly get ready because King knows a lot more about what’s going on with my sister than I do. I find my stuff put away like he said. I pull my hair down and give myself one last look in the mirror to make sure I’m put together enough. I put on a pair of blue jeans and a sweater that falls off one shoulder. I grab some of King’s thick socks, putting them on my feet to keep my toes warm as I head toward the sound of voices.

  “We want you to stay as long as you like. We know you’re here to lie low but we could use someone like you around. We’re not the only ones in need of a doc. The town could use one too.”

  “Your closest hospital is over an hour away without weather issues,” I hear my sister respond.

  “And we always have those,” King says as he looks up to see me entering the kitchen where he, Cyn, and my sister are talking and drinking coffee.

  “Hay bales!” Danny jumps up, running over to give me a hug. “I told you not to come.”

  I hug her back. “How could I not come? I’m here to take you home.” I bury my face in her neck for a minute. Her being here reminds me how much I miss her. I knew I did, but seeing her in person really brings it home for me.

  “We’ve talked about this. I’m not going back there.” She pulls back to look down at me. Danny and I look a lot alike in the face but she has a good four inches on me. She is tall and thin where I am a little thicker and on the shorter side.

  “You don’t even like it in the city. Not really.”

  “I don’t like it back home either.” She reminds me. “Not sure why you’re hanging on to it so much either.” She raises one of those eyebrows at me like she knows something I don’t.

  “It’s home.”

  “Home isn't a place.” King says from behind my sister.

  “I like him.” Danny smiles. It’s soft but her eyes don’t light up like they normally do. Reminding me of the reason she’s here to begin with.

  “He’s a bossy know it all.” I let my sister know. She’s my sister so it’s only right that I warn her about King. What I don’t say is that I like that he’s that way. She doesn’t need all the details.

  “That’s not true, Slick. I don’t even know your name.”

  Danny starts to open her mouth but I put my hand over it.

  “Do not tell him my name.” I slowly drop my hand from her mouth.

  “Is something going on here?” She looks between King and I.

  “These two are love birds or something.” Cyn says as she takes a drink of her coffee.

  “Where’s Jake?” I ask Cyn.

  “She’s feisty as shit.” Cyn looks to King as she says it.

  “Fits right in.” He agrees with a smile.

  Chapter Eleven

  King

  Doc Weston leads Hay Bales to Cabin Two, the one Cyn set aside for the doctor.

  “How was the trip?” I ask.

  “Fine.” The pilot, Jake, drops into a stool at the island. “My ass is sore. Two runs in as many days ain’t great.”

  “Poor baby,” Cyn mocks.

  “If you really felt bad for me, you’d climb on to my lap and kiss it better,” Jake invites.

  Cyn rolls her eyes. “Kiss what better?”

  “Everything, but if you want specific directions then it’d be—“

  She lunges forward and slaps a hand across his mouth. “Don’t you dare.”

  “Thanks, Cyn,” I say to my cousin. “I also don’t really want to hear what’s rattling upstairs in your empty house.”

  “Exactly.” Cyn draws her hand away. “Keep all of that to yourself.”

  “I’ve been keeping so much to myself, my pipes are gonna burst,” Jake mutters.

  I pluck a stick of butter from the fridge and pour a cup of coffee for Jake.

  I send a sympathetic look and the java toward Jake. He grunts his thanks. I know how he feels. This afternoon‘s little escapade with Slick has my balls hurting. I rubbed one out in the bathroom after I showered her but that didn’t do much but take off the edge. That ache won’t go away until I’m balls deep in her cunt. As I spread the butter on the rapidly cooling toast a thought strikes me. Did I say that she needed to tell me her name or that I just needed to know what it was? I pin my gaze on Jake. “Doc talk much about her sister?”

  He doesn’t answer, too busy staring at Cyn, who’s busy avoiding his eyes. One of them could leave but they seem to get something out of this awkward situation. Whatever kind of odd courtship is going on here isn’t working for me at the moment.

  “Jake,” I say sharply.

  “Huh?” His head swivels slowly in my direction as if suddenly remembering there is more than the two of him here. “Ah no. No, I don’t like the chatter while I’ve got my hands on the stick.”

  Cyn makes a disgusted noise in her throat. “Typical.”

  “Why’s that typical?”

  “Maybe she needed the company? Why don’t you show some interest in someone other than yourself for once.” Cyn shoves away from the island. “Why are you such an ass?“

  As I munch on my cold toast, Jake’s face crinkles in bewilderment. “What are you talking about? How am I an ass wanting to enjoy the silence? It’s not like the doc is a big talker.“

  “You wouldn’t know if she was or wasn’t because you never ask.” Cyn stomps out of the room leaving an open-mouth Jake behind her.

  When he turns toward me I raise my palms and dust off the crumbs. I have no idea. “Don’t ask me.”

  He makes a face but doesn’t press.

  “Do you have a run to make after this?”

  His eyes drift toward the door Cyn exited. “I think I’ll stick around for a while.”

  Since I know that Slick is going to try to escape with her sister, I tell Jake, “Make sure you lose some important part of the helicopter so it can’t run.”

  Jake shoves his barely drunk coffee mug aside and leans across the table. He wants to make a deal. “What are you gonna do for me?”

  “Nothing,” I reply bluntly. “Cyn’s my cousin.”

  He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Then I guess my bird is fully operational.”

  “Then I guess you’re gonna have to get out.” I jerk my thumb toward the door.

  “Man, why are you being this way?”

  “I don’t know what went on with you and Cyn, or why she pretends not to like you, but it looks like you have some work to do before she’s going to come around. I’ll let you hang your boots up here for a while and give you the opportunity to change her mind, but that’s about all the help I can give you. In return you’re going to forget how to fly your bird or lose a piece of the instrument panel, or saw a door off. One of those things.”

  “You concerned your little robin is going to fly away?”

  “I don’t like to leave things to chance.”

  Jake curls his grip back around his mug. “I thought the women here got the right to leave whenever they want.”

  “Sure.” I sweep the crumbs off the counter and toss them in the trash. “But it doesn’t ap
ply to doc’s sister. She doesn’t want to leave. She’s going to say she wants to leave because she’s spirited and she wants to make me work for it, but she really doesn’t.”

  “You hear yourself?”

  “I know it sounds wrong but Slick drove on to my property uninvited and so now I’m keeping her.”

  “For how long?”

  Is Jake right in the head? Maybe Cyn’s right to avoid him. I snatch the mug out of his fist and toss it into the sink. “What are you on? Forever. I’m keeping her forever.”

  I leave Jake to ruminate on that and go to fetch my woman.

  Chapter Twelve

  Hayden

  “You going to tell me what’s up with you and King?” Danny asks. I duck my head to try and hide the blush that I can feel rising to the surface. I’m not exactly sure what’s going on with us or I’m not ready to admit it yet. To myself or anyone else.

  “Nothing is up with King.” I pretend to look around her cabin with added interest. Inspecting everything I can so that I don’t make eye contact with her.

  “Doesn't seem like nothing.” She steps into my path. I can tell from the look on her face that she isn't going to let this go. I’m going to have to give her something.

  “It doesn't matter what’s going on with King. We fooled around and now I’m leaving. What do they call those? One night stands?” I pop off trying to sound casual about it. Acting as though it’s no big deal at all for me. That it’s only for fun. I wish that were actually the case because it would make leaving easier. I wouldn’t have all of these feelings that I can’t describe going on inside of me. I’d be able to go on my merry way and not feel as though it was going to cause my heart to break. The thought of never seeing him again weighs heavily on me.