Maya's Triple Dare (11 page)

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“Where in the fuck is she?” Frank Reeves muttered as he stared at his laptop. He knew she hadn’t left in her car because the GPS he’d installed secretly months ago indicated that it was still at her house.

She must’ve taken off with that asshole, Kendall Warner. He should’ve guessed it by the look in the redneck’s eyes. She was probably fucking him at that very moment. On a whim he navigated to a search engine and entered Warner’s name.

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Late Friday afternoon, Boone watched as Maya relaxed on the flat rock out in the creek. She’d brought a paperback and a bottle of water and had her head resting on a folded towel, reading. She’d stripped her T-shirt off and now lay there in just her lacy pushup bra. The blonde temptress knew one of them would be coming to collect her when the workday was done. The bra was partially transparent, so he could see her rosy nipples through the white lace.

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Maya was on his mind a lot lately, and he had to confess, to himself at least, that he’d been grateful for the slow down in this experiment. He didn’t want her to feel that this was like every other escapade they’d ever taken part in. She was much more important to him.

All the free pussy he wanted waited for him at The Dancing Pony, but he was becoming bored with that scene. Brenda Sanderson had about done him in with her damned antics and games, playing him, Richard, and their fellow coworker Gil James against each other.

The Carlisle brothers had finally given her the bum’s rush off of the Rockin’ C Ranch, like Grace had done a couple of years before.

Grace had never said “I told you so,” but Boone had wished they’d taken their cues from her more stable example rather than taking advantage of the easy, kinky sex Brenda had offered.

She’d manipulated them and played with them for her own amusement, which had fucked with Richard’s head in particular.

Boone and Gil had been relieved the year before when she’d taken off in her gaudy dually pickup and hadn’t returned or called again.

This woman he watched now was a different breed altogether. He didn’t want to approach this thing between the four of them lightly.

Kendall adored her, and Boone was certain Richard was falling fast, too. Boone thought she was exactly what Richard needed. Richard had never been the most verbose person, but she’d had the ability to turn him into Chatty Cathy.

He was glad she was feeling better, too. She’d wanted to push things the day before, and it had shown when she’d cuddled up with him on the couch last night to watch a movie. She’d fallen asleep early and allowed them to tuck her into bed without stirring later that night.

This morning she’d seemed like she was bouncing back as she’d prepared to go on her little shopping excursion with Grace. He wondered if she’d bought anything and grinned when he caught a
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glimpse of the cover of the book she read.
Hot fucking damn.
She
had
gone shopping.

She was reading an erotic novel if the cover featuring one woman and two men was any indicator. So they were on her mind as well.

Good to know. Maybe she’d share a bedtime story with them tonight.

He was horny, but he wanted her to know she was special to them, to him. The memory of the desolate look on her face at Morgan’s funeral came to mind, and he felt very protective of her. He wanted her to never experience that sort of devastation again. Even though pain was a part of life, he still wanted to protect her from it.

Though he’d been attracted to her when Kendall introduced him and Richard to her, Boone had always considered her OPP when Morgan had been alive. He’d even acknowledged the place he knew she held in Kendall’s heart and had still considered her “other people’s property” after Morgan’s death. Loving her had never been an option, so he’d ignored the attraction.

He had a feeling that making love with her would be off the charts hot, but it was about more than sex. It was their fantasy coming true, and in a way it scared him.

She
was the best-case scenario Jack had talked to them about when they’d asked with curiosity two years before about his relationship with Grace, Ethan, and Adam. Maya was fun-loving, open-minded, and sexy as hell. In short, she was perfect for them.

She didn’t seem put off at all by his tendency toward physical possessiveness and dominance. It had been impossible to mistake the sparkle of interest in her eyes when he’d threatened a spanking if she misbehaved. He was willing to bet she loved erotic spanking, and he couldn’t wait to find out.

Silently, Boone made his way down the creek bank, jumping silently from rock to tree root, stripping off his sweaty T-shirt and the rest of his clothing. He wondered how she would react and grinned.

He gritted his teeth as he slipped quietly into the cold, clear water and submerged beneath its surface.

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He rounded the rock and could see her shapely calf swirling in the water. Minnows darted around her foot, appearing to kiss and tickle her toes. He gently wrapped his hand around her ankle and heard her high-pitched squeal even under the water. She didn’t jerk away as he surfaced in front of her, and he smiled at the sight of her. She was up on her elbows and her breasts were heaving because he’d startled her, but there was a spark of merriment in her eyes.

She blessed him with a luminescent smile a moment before she planted her other foot on his shoulder and pushed him back into the water. He laughed for a second before he went under, not so much from the force of her push but because he was as much in the mood to play as she was.

She laughed as he surfaced and then became serious as her blue gaze wandered down his torso. Where he stood on a rock, he was only waist-deep. A faint blush came to her cheeks as she looked at his cock, which was only barely submerged in the water. If she kept staring, his cock was going to keep swelling until it made an appearance above water as well.

She laid her book by her towel and sat up. “The cold water doesn’t seem to bother you much.”

“Not when what I’m looking at makes me this hot, Maya,” he replied as he stepped closer to her.

A fish swirled around his ankle as he stood in the cold water. She parted her thighs and watched him as he took advantage of the move and drew closer still. He could see her pulse pounding at the base of her throat, and his dick twitched when she licked her lips as she looked him up and down again. Her hands moved from where they rested on her thighs, and he wondered if she was considering putting them on his cock. He sincerely hoped so. Her breasts filled the transparent lace bra to perfection, and he had every intention of playing with them before he left this rock.

“H–How was your day?”

“Long, hot, and sweaty. How was yours?”

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“Positively decadent.” Maya skimmed a fingertip over his tattooed bicep and traced the marking around his shoulder and said, “Turn, I want to see all of it. Oh, Boone.” Her voice was an expressive whisper as he turned so she could see his back.

He’d added to the original red-and-black tribal art on his bicep so that it now encompassed one complete shoulder and crossed the top of his back. Her fingertip descended his spine as she traced the twined red-and-black fiery dragons, done in the same tribal motif, whose tails ended at his lower back. His cock surged as her fingertip traced all the way down.

“Did it take a long time?” she asked as he turned back to her and drew close enough to place a kiss on the upper swell of her breast, right above the lace she wore.

“Yes. Several trips.” He switched to the other side and was gratified by the shakiness of her breathing.

“I wish I could’ve watched.”

“Next time I’ll take you with me.” He traced the tip of his tongue through her cleavage.

“Do you like my new bra?”

A leisurely smile crossed Boone’s lips and he murmured, “I was just admiring it. It looks beautiful on you.”

“It has a matching G-string.”

Hot fucking damn! Dreams do come true.
“Any chance I might have the opportunity to peel said G-string off of you?”
Please let her
be wearing it beneath these cutoffs.

Her breath caught in her throat, and she bit her lip before smiling.

Her only response was a nod. With dripping hands he pulled her to him, gripping the back of her head in one hand as he slid the other up her thigh to grip her hip. She fit his hands perfectly, everywhere.

He kissed her hungrily and savored her taste, thrusting his tongue between her lips and enjoying the feel of her silken mouth. He groaned when her smooth fingertips slip around his bone-hard dick.

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He fumbled with the fly and zipper of her cutoffs, and she leaned back a little to give him greater access. He jerked the faded denims down her hips and legs and laid them aside as he hungrily took in the sight of her. Her quiet moan had his dick bobbing impatiently and seeping pre-cum. He couldn’t wait to have his mouth filled with her pussy, to taste her cream.

Her gaze never left his face as he touched the patch of transparent lace over her mound. Her scent rose to him in the balmy air, and he hazarded a guess she was very wet.

“Very pretty, Maya. You look good in lace.”

Her only response was a little high-pitched exhalation as his fingers slid over the narrow elastic string that ran over her hips.

“And what’s this? A lovely bit of body art.” He traced a fingertip over the delicately inked tattoo at her left hip. The duo of roses was deep red and intricately detailed, one fully opened and the other a tightly closed bud. Their stems crossed at her hip so it would appear they were held there by her waistband.

“I want to add to it someday.”

“What would you add?”

Her breath stuttered a little when he stroked it with a light tickling touch.

“I think I’d add a colored ribbon and have the artist ink something special on it. Maybe a phrase. I haven’t decided yet.”

Gently, he hooked his finger beneath the lace and growled at the feel of her silky skin. Maya waxed her pussy. Boone couldn’t believe his good fortune. A small, soft thatch of curls grew in a narrow strip above her slit, which was his true destination. Her head fell back as his finger slipped fluidly between her drenched lips.

“Oh, Boone.”

Her husky whisper set his blood to boiling as he slid his finger up and down her slit, the sounds of moist flesh parting audible even over the merrily gurgling creek. She lifted a thigh and gave him greater access to her wet pussy, and he took full advantage.

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He caught the elastic of the G-string with his fingers and pulled it from her, revealing her blonde curls and the slick, glistening evidence of her arousal to him. She was dripping with her juices and looked like the right touch would make her come on the spot. Lucky for him he was the one doing the honors. He couldn’t wait to hear what she sounded like.

Mindful of the rough surface she sat on, Boone reached for her towel. “If I’m going eat this sweet little pussy, I want you comfortable while I’m doing it.” He spread the towel on the rock and patted it for her to move onto it.

He helped her get situated, aware of the way she now panted. She leaned back on her elbows and watched him as he slid a hand up her torso and carefully tucked the lace of her bra beneath her breasts so he could reach her turgid little nipples. A strident moan escaped her lips as he pinched them and tugged before rolling each between his fingers.

The whole time his lips were mere inches from her creaming cunt.

She surprised him when she slid one hand down her torso and spread her lips for him, revealing the damp, pink delicacy between them. Her fingertip slipped downward and lifted the hood over her clitoris, exposing the small, engorged jewel to him.

“Good girl.” His words had a visible effect on her. With her spread like that, he could clearly see her pussy clenching and convulsing with need.

He lightly slid the tip of his tongue straight up the center of her wet flesh from bottom to clit, and her body tensed as if she were a bowstring. He paused and watched as her breathing became erratic, and she moaned in anticipation.

He repeated the motion with relish as her back arched and her vocal response echoed at a higher pitch. He lingered slightly in the stroke over her engorged clit, and her pussy convulsed. The waves of her orgasm rushed over her, and he felt each pulsation on his tongue as he slid it into her cunt then upward to her clit.

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Her ecstatic cry was like music to his ears. He went deeper and suctioned the flesh between his lips and flicked her clit mercilessly, enjoying her scream as she came again. Her juices dripped from her pussy, and he licked her thoroughly as he listened to her recover.

Every little hitching sob and sigh was gratification itself.

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