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Marcus stroked her cheek and she slowed. Opened as wide as she could to accept the
thick cock stretching her lips.

“So beautiful. But there’s one thing missing.” Marcus tugged the blindfold from her
and dropped it to the floor. He smoothed her hair from her face, his cock balanced
on her lower lip. “I want to see your eyes.”

Looking up his body—he’d said she was beautiful, and maybe that word didn’t apply
to guys, but
damn
. The edges of his abs, the tight six-pack of his belly as he slipped his hips forward.
Perfectly sculpted chest, muscular shoulders. He’d cupped his right hand behind her,
fingers holding the long strands back to keep them from getting in their way. The
bonus was that she saw him clearly.

His jaw was set tight, but he had that smile, the one that almost wasn’t there but
still managed to turn her insides to jelly. He gazed down, watching closely as slow
motions of his hips pulled his cock nearly all the way from her before feeding it
back in again oh so carefully.

She caught hold of his ass, curling her fingers around his smooth skin. Stroking the
muscles that flexed under her touch. Anchoring herself to allow him to go harder.
Faster.

The entire time she stared up, a slow simmer of lust driving her to give at least
as much pleasure as he’d given her, if not more.

Marcus rocked again and again, the taste of pre-come growing as he groaned.

“Becki . . .”

She pulled back, lips tight, sucking hard, and he shouted her name again, this time
throwing back his head as the climax hit. Bursts of heat hit the back of her throat,
semen filling her mouth. Satisfaction at having caused him to lose control filled
her at the same time. He pressed forward again, and some liquid escaped her lips,
slipping down the side of her face.

Marcus shuddered, dragging his eyes open to smile down at her as she licked and sucked,
enjoying every last moment.

“Clean me up, sweet Becki.”

She caught his softening length and pulled it as far into her mouth as possible, licking
him clean, glancing to see his approval. He skimmed his thumb over her cheek and caught
the spill, pressing it toward her lips. She licked the pad, biting the surface lightly,
and heat flared in his face.

He helped her to her feet, pulling her tightly to his body as they kissed, limbs wrapping
close, rubbing again and again.

“I can’t get enough of touching you,” Becki confessed.

“I’m not complaining,” Marcus rejoined, reaching under her and lifting her into the
air. She threw her arms around his neck and held on, her hip bumping his abdomen as
he paced across the room. “Get the door.”

She twisted the knob and pushed the glass door open. He carried her to the edge of
the tub and carefully lowered her, her feet slipping into the heated water, skin tingling
from his earlier attentions and the snap of the near-icy evening air on her naked
body.

He turned away to shut the door, and she sighed happily.

Naked man, hot tub, incredible mountain views. She’d already given and received an
orgasm.

The night was young. She could hardly wait to see what else they could come up with.

CHAPTER
18

Marcus grabbed a couple of water bottles from a box beside the door, handing them
to Becki before joining her in the water. She twisted one open and passed it back,
relaxing on the bench facing the view.

She hummed. “You scored big-time.”

His laugh interrupted his drink. “I did. Thank you.”

“You nut. I meant the deck. How did you manage to find a place like this? So lucky.”

“Took a while.” Marcus put his bottle aside and turned to face her. She had knelt
on the submerged seat, the water level bouncing along her nipple line distracting
him. “David had been looking around for a place for me off and on. By the time I ended
up coming home, he had something waiting.”

“He’s a great guy.”

Marcus shrugged. “He’s my brother. He’s great
and
an ass in turns.”

Becki nodded. “My family’s like that. My sisters and I get along fine, long-distance
stuff since most of them are settled on the prairies with their families. But my little
brother? He’s too much like me. One minute we get along gangbusters, and the next
we’re ready to kill each other.”

“I can’t remember. Big family?” He tugged her closer and she came willingly, straddling
his legs and settling herself in his lap.

“Five kids. Colin is the youngest; I’m second from the top. One of the middles—you
know, the type that always wants to do what’s right.”

“Ha. In what dream world are you living?”

“So speaks an oldest son, correct?”

“Oldest and wisest. Of course.”

She snorted. “Oh please.”

Marcus enjoyed the banter, but most of his attention was on touching her. Stroking
his hand up her waist, cupping one breast at a time so he could caress her nipples
to tight points. There were times not having two hands made a difference, but only
because he was greedy to have more.

She finished taking a long drink, stretching her throat back and giving him a flash
of déjà vu to her sucking him earlier, and his cock flared to full rigidity, snapping
tight to his belly. Then she leaned against him to put her water bottle beside his,
breasts compressed to his chest, hips rising as she rocked over his dick.

“Hmm, that feels good.” She undulated over him, her sex wrapping around the ridge
of his erection. The motion brought the tip of his cock closer and closer to slipping
between the soft folds of her body. It felt damn amazing, but he wanted more.

“You don’t think we’ve had enough wet sex for one day?”

Becki rose until her breasts were level with his mouth. “I suppose we could try the
bed. It was looking very lonely.”

“You’re not a very good hot tub soaker. We’ve been in for what? All of ten minutes?”

“Better things to do with life than sit.”

He could agree with that, especially with the bounty of distraction before him. She
sighed happily as he took one nipple into his mouth, playing with the other side,
his tongue and fingers working to flick the tiny loops rhythmically. It still blew
his mind that she was pierced.

She pressed her mound against his torso harder, rubbing and pulsing back and forth,
and he smiled.

“You haven’t gotten any shyer over the years,” he noted.

“You disappointed?”

“Hell, no. I loved how you were so eager to try everything back then. How you have
no troubles telling me what you need right now.”

He slid his fingers down her belly and through her folds, keeping going until he could
press a finger deep into her core.

“Oh God, yes. That feels wonderful. Sex is fun—it feels good. Why should I be quiet
about what I need?” She shuddered as he pinched her clit, shaking the clit bar with
his thumb even as he kept rubbing.

He watched her face, checking to see when she needed more, what she needed. Harder,
softer. When he added a finger and she melted around him, he nodded with approval.

“No reason at all. Ask for what you want, but what I want is to give you what you
need before you even get a chance to ask.”

He lifted her on his hand until he could catch hold of her breast in his teeth. When
he bit down and nipped, she cried out, another orgasm taking her as she writhed over
his fingers, hips thrusting as if to keep him where he was.

He wasn’t going anywhere. At least, not anywhere that didn’t involve her coming along.

* * *

She’d never been carried so often in her life. There was the rescue the other day,
and a couple of times this evening, including now as Marcus plucked her from the water
while she was still boneless from her climax. Becki was used to hauling herself everywhere,
but this luxury, if she was honest, was kind of nice. It was so very decadent to be
carefully laid on the bed, helpless to do anything but accept his touch as he proceeded
to dry every inch of her.

She was in heaven. It took him a long time as he intermingled the caress of the tufted
cotton with kisses and small intimate touches. Tiny bites to her inner thighs as he
smoothed the towel over her legs. He rubbed her breasts delicately, then kept on rubbing,
alternating with soft wet suckles until her nipples were tingling and tight.

One caress after another followed until she was squirming on the mattress, needing
more. Needing something other than to lie there and allow him to drive her higher
and higher without a safety rope.

When he moved over her, his hard muscular body forming a cage around her, she had
to gasp for air before she could speak. “You want me to dry you off now?”

He bumped her thighs with his knees, his weight on his elbows. “I want you to get
me wetter.”

The fat head of his cock nudged her sex, slipping through her folds as he rocked his
hips. He paused, the tip spreading her, bare skin to bare skin.

Becki dragged her legs wider apart even as she teased, “You are insatiable.”

“Yes?”

Becki opened her mouth to answer, but her face must have already given the go-ahead.
Marcus pressed in all the way to the root in one shot, his cock filling her deep.

She rolled her hips under him, adjusting to his girth. “Oh God, yes.”

He didn’t move, just stayed in one place, and with every second that passed he seemed
to grow larger. Thicker. Becki squeezed her internal muscles, lifting her legs to
wrap them around his waist. The adjustment in position changed the angle of his entry,
and she moaned.

Still he didn’t move. Just stared at her, that wicked expression making all sorts
of additional pleasures race over her skin.

She rocked upward, using her legs to try to work herself on his cock.

“Frustrated?” he asked.

“Yes,” she snapped. “Move, dammit. I thought you were going to anticipate what I wanted.”

“I am.”

Marcus lowered himself until not only his cock spearing into her sex held her pinned
in place, but his torso as well. His body wasn’t heavy enough to make her uncomfortable,
but it effectively stopped her from moving anything.

Except her internal muscles, which she used as unmercifully as possible. Squeezing,
clenching tight around his cock. Doing everything she could to get him to react.

The only response seemed to be the gathering storm in her core. God, she was going
to come like this—nothing touching her clit, no outside stimulation but that thick
unmoving pressure and the wicked knowledge that it was his cock filling her.

Words whispered past her ear, chocolaty smooth, dark and even. “Grab the headboard.”

Anything to get him to actually move. Becki reached overhead, tilting back to look
for something to clasp. Perfect vertical bars waited—the solid sections of tree limbs
that made up the headboard the right size to wrap her fingers around and hold on tight.

He took advantage of her slightly arched position, wetness closing over her breast
as he sucked hard on one nipple. The sensitive tip stung as he tugged, electric pulses
zinging through to her sex.

“Marcus, please,” she begged.

“Please what?” He caught her earlobe in his teeth and bit lightly seconds before licking
the sensitive spot behind her ear, still not moving from his position as he put his
lips to her skin.

She wasn’t sure what she wanted. For him to go fast and drive her over quickly as
he had in the shower, or to keep torturing her. Her mind had turned into a pile of
mush, and sensory overload strummed along her nerves.

“Let your legs down, Becki. Open yourself to me.”

Releasing her grip and pulling her knees farther to the side made his cock all the
more apparent. He pulled back, and she felt every single inch, as if her insides had
grown hypersensitive while waiting for him to move. The flared head of his shaft slipped
free of her pussy so gradually she had ample time to enjoy the tease.

Hands wrapped into wood-filled fists, she stretched under him and anticipated.

Slowly again he filled her, exquisitely slow. Stretching, running over sensitive nerves,
driving her upward. Less of a powering forward, more a deliberate joining together,
followed by a retreat. There was nowhere for her to go, nothing for her to do but
accept his cock possessing her body again and again.

She closed her eyes as he paused, the tip of his cock taunting her. Rocking in and
out until she gasped, so hair-triggered she was ready to break with one more surge.

“Becki.” A whisper-soft kiss pressed against her lips. “Is it good?”

“Oh, yes.”

“You ready?”

She squeezed tight, holding on to what little control she still had. Stretched out,
nothing but him over her, and she was ready to explode.

He thrust. Hard. Fully burying himself in one motion. Her breath escaped in a gasp,
forced from her lungs. She had no time to inhale before he pulled out and plunged
in again. One after another his thrusts possessed her. Pushing into her like he was
claiming her. Becki clung to the headboard for dear life, her body rocking with the
power of his drives. He wasn’t delicate as he took her to the limit. Thrusting again.
Again. Until everything tightened and she screamed, her pussy wrapping around him
and trying to hold him in place as her orgasm raged.

He pressed her thigh to the side and changed the angle, completing three more strokes,
each one as urgent as the ones that had come before. He froze deep in her body as
he came. Shoulders tight, muscles clenched as his cock jerked within her.

Becki lay there and savoured it all—the rush of blood through her veins, the lingering
aftershocks as her sex reacted to the slightest change in his position, the slick
of sweat on both their bodies as he moved over her, his breath fanning past her cheek.

He kissed her. “Sleep. I don’t want to move yet, so tell me you’ll sleep and let me
take care of you.”

His cock still stretched her, the sensation strangely comforting. To have him touching
her so intimately was like an anchor. After her long sexual hiatus she should have
felt sorer, but there was nothing filtering through her but deep contentment. Adding
all the orgasms she’d experienced that day to the fatigue caused by the past night’s
restlessness, exhaustion hovered.

“I could sleep. You don’t mind if I snore, do you?” The words trickled out like a
slumberous yawn.

The soft rumble of his laughter wrapped her as tightly as his body. “Sleep. I’ve got
you.”

I’ve got you.
The words echoed in her mind. How many times had she heard that phrase? How often
had she said it herself? At the climbing wall. During years of working ropes. A simple
expression, but one that meant so much more than it seemed on the surface. There had
to be trust involved—complete trust.
I’ve got you
wasn’t just a nice sentiment, it was life and death in her world.

The fact that she trusted Marcus to the full extent of the meaning made something
inside her glow a little warmer.