Risk Is a Four-Letter Word (14 page)

Eric sensed her peak and fucked faster and
harder, hitting her clit with his body, drawing out the pleasure. She relaxed
into his thrusts and his hips stuttered. His cock jumped against her womb and
his body went rigid. Carrie held him with her legs, savoring the sensation of
his hot breath in her ear. His cock pulsed as he grunted and came, semen
jetting into her in sweet, molten waves.

When he finished, he collapsed. Zeke was still
holding her hands. Carrie knew he hadn't come. She also knew he wanted to,
desperately.

"What are you waiting for?" she
asked, breathless.

Eric shifted up and off her, his softening cock
sliding out. "Yeah, Zeke, what are you waiting for?" he teased
hoarsely.

Zeke hauled her up and handed her to Eric,
who'd propped himself up against the door. She almost fell down the seat, but
Eric caught her and pulled her over him, her front against his, thighs splayed.
Her elbow jammed against the steering wheel as moisture trickled down her
thigh. She could feel his half-hard cock against her mound.

"Yeah, that's perfect. Just like that
Carrie. Eric, hold her up," Zeke rasped. He unbuttoned his jeans with a
quick jerk. She knew he still had his coat on and she opened her mouth to tell
him to take it off, but then Zeke knelt over her, hands sliding across her ass.
Oh
. She opened her thighs wider for
him, but there was no need. Zeke was already nudging the head of his erection
at her pussy.

"Shit, that was so fucking hot. Watching
him fuck you made me almost come in my pants. His spunk is in your pussy right
now," Zeke muttered frantically. He positioned himself and started
rocking, his cock penetrating her swollen tissues little by little. Carrie was
shocked when she felt her body tighten with arousal all over again. Eric saw it
on her face and smiled at her.

"Yeah, that's it, Carrie. Let him in. Open
up and let Zeke fuck you." Eric slid a finger across her mouth then dipped
his thumb inside. Carrie sucked on it, reveling in the sensation of being
penetrated from both ends. When Zeke finally fucked all the way in, Carrie bit
down on Eric's finger. He grinned and let her gnaw.

"You like that, don't you? You like
knowing that you're completely naked and Zeke isn't. Anyone could see in
through the windows," Eric said. Carrie forced her eyes open and looked
outside the truck. The windows were a little steamy, but she could still see
the gravel parking lot.
The trees.
The other truck
parked at the end of the clearing. Wait, the other truck?

"There's someone out there!" she
managed to gasp.

Zeke kept fucking her, sliding his hands over
her ass and up her spine. "Yeah, they pulled in when Eric was inside
you."

"Oh, my God.
They're going to see us!" Carrie struggled a little, but the sensation
of his erection was so divine she couldn't make herself move. He was really
good at this. He had a way of thrusting in and twisting his hips that made her
crazy. She didn't want him to stop. She groaned as her clit gave a tingle. Anyone
could see them.

"I don't think they'd mind watching
us," Eric said, kissing her. He drew back. "They'd see a gorgeous
woman and her lover getting it on. They'd be jealous. They'd wish they could
have you. Fuck your beautiful body. Touch your delicious tits." Eric
palmed over her nipples and she shuddered, another orgasm suddenly creeping up
on her.

"You're going to come again, aren't
you?" Eric murmured. "I can see it in your face."

Zeke fucked her harder, his balls slapping at
her clit. She trembled. If Eric hadn't been holding her up, she never would've
been able to stay on the seat.

Suddenly, Zeke
froze,
his cock half-in, half-out of her body.

"What's wrong? God, don't stop now,"
she whispered. Her pussy clenched around him.

Zeke grabbed her hips.
"Hunters.
They're looking this way." He stayed perfectly still, breathing heavily.
"Ok, they're getting in their truck."

"Oh, shit," Carrie said. She looked
up out the driver's side window and sure enough there were three men dressed in
coveralls and orange vests. They had bows with them. "Did they see
us?"

"
Dunno
. I can't
see them from this direction," Eric said.

Zeke gripped her hard then twisted his hips,
sliding his cock back inside. "I think they did but I don't care right
now."

He fucked in and out, putting that delicious
twist on it again and that was it. Carrie's orgasm ripped through her. Her
lungs seized up and her whole body screwed itself further onto Zeke's cock. He
obliged, fucking her so fast she worried they'd both end up on the floor.
Happily Eric held them firmly as Zeke climaxed, his cock jerking. When he
finally relaxed over her back, Carrie wondered when he and Eric would realize
they'd all forgotten the condoms.
Too late now
.

"Whoa, fuck me sideways, that was
incredible," Zeke breathed, sliding out.

Carrie smiled wryly. "That's my line, I
think."

Eric
huffed
a laugh
then handed her some tissues. "No need to be sexist. I like getting fucked
too."

Carrie rolled her eyes at him.
"Thanks." She dabbed at the mess on her legs. Getting dressed was
going to suck. "Did the hunters leave?"

Zeke stuffed his still somewhat-hard cock back
into his jeans.
"Yeah.
I think one of them gave
me
a thumbs
up as they drove away."

"Oh, my God," Carrie said, blushing
furiously. "Neither of you will ever,
ever
mention this again.
Ever."

"Are you kidding me? I'm going to be
bringing this up all the time.
All.
The.
Time.
You were hot like a fire, baby." Eric's
eyes twinkled. "I think public sex should definitely be on our to-do list
in the future."

"Oh, my God," Carrie muttered again,
trying to get her legs into her panties. "You suck, Eric. You totally
suck."

He helped her with her underwear then her jeans.
"Well, yeah. I do. And I'm good at it."

"And you said
I
was lame," Zeke joked. He held her bra up and Carrie put it
on, letting him hook it closed. There was no way she'd have been able to get
dressed in the small space without help.

"I hope they weren't locals," Carrie
said.

"Um, I think I know the one guy."
Zeke flinched when Carrie glared at him.
"Or maybe
not!"

"I hate to be a downer, but did either of
you notice that we forgot the condoms?" Carrie said when she'd finally got
herself mostly put back together. Eric looked at Zeke who muttered a curse then
sighed.

"Yeah, we noticed.
Afterwards."
He looked embarrassed. "We're both really sorry. If you're worried about
STDs, we're clean."

Carrie rubbed her face, trying to hide her
grin. Both men looked increasingly uneasy. "I'm clean, too." She
paused, drawing it out. They glanced at each other, a dozen separate emotions
chasing across their faces from dismay to worry to a sort of twisted hope.
Hmm, how long should I make them suffer?
she
wondered. When Eric's face grew pale enough she
thought vomiting was imminent, she let them off the hook. "I'm also on
birth control."

Eric let out his breath. "Jesus. You sure
know how to freak a guy out, Carrie."

She grinned.
"Serves you
right.
Neither of you even thought about it, am I right?"

Zeke shrugged sheepishly. "Well, Eric and
I are monogamous." Carrie narrowed her eyes at him. "You know what I
mean! I meant we're exclusive. Well, except for you. Now we're exclusive with
you."

Eric cracked up. "Smooth, Zeke.
So smooth.
Why don't we try asking her if she'll go out with
us first? Did we even manage a date yet? No. No we didn't."

Carrie smiled. They were adorable. "I'll
go out with you."

Zeke whooped and kissed her while Eric hugged
them both tightly. Carrie relaxed into their arms. She figured she might as
well give it a shot. How hard could it be, dating both of them? Two guys meant
double the fun, right?

Chapter Eight

How hard could it be?
You idiot
, Carrie berated herself. The answer was very.
Very hard.
The eighth time she met up with Eric and Zeke,
they were finally going out to dinner together. Unfortunately, she doubted
whether they'd even get to the restaurant.

"Zeke, stop it." She swatted at his
hand as she stood in front of the mirror that hung above her dresser. Zeke was
lifting up her red dress, trying to palm her ass.
"Seriously.
We are never going to get out of here if you don't cut it out."

"Carrie, you look delicious. I'm not
hungry for food anymore." Zeke slid his hands up her thighs again.

Carrie missed her earlobe and poked herself in
the neck with her earring.
"Zeke!"

"Okay, okay, sorry," he said, backing
off.

Eric leaned against the door watching them.
"Why do you think I'm all the way over here, Zeke? You have to keep your
distance from her or the lust takes over. It's like being a vampire. Cannot
control the hunger," Eric intoned in a fake-creepy voice. Carrie grinned.
Zeke stalked over to Eric who straightened up in alarm. "Hey, keep your
distance from me, too."

Zeke kissed his lover. Eric resisted for a
moment then caved and kissed him back before shoving away. He walked to her bed
and plopped down.
"Zeke, stay away.
If we start
touching each other we're going to end up christening Carrie's girly bed
instead of eating dinner." He leaned back on her purple comforter, looking
strangely yummy in the midst of her frilly pillows. His masculine beauty was
perfectly framed by the lace and jewel colors. Carrie stared at him, earring
dangling from her fingers.

"Carrie! Not you, too! Focus," Eric
snapped his fingers at her.

"Yeah, ok. I'm hurrying." She stuck
the diamond drop in her ear and slipped on high-heeled boots. "How do I
look?" She twirled around. She hoped they liked her outfit: her favorite
red dress with a black scarf and high black boots. The dress was clingy and
long-sleeved. It wasn't low, but the fabric highlighted her curves perfectly.
And she loved her boots. The black leather made her feel sexy and confident.

"You look gorgeous enough to eat,"
Zeke said. He walked over to her again.

She backed away slowly. "Zeke--"

"What?" He smiled at her and her
heart melted. She let him kiss her softly on the lips.
Delicious.
He smelled like cinnamon. Her stomach growled.

"I'm hungry," she murmured against
his mouth.

"Okay, okay, I'll be good." Zeke
offered her his arm and she followed him down the two flights of stairs to the
main floor. Her townhouse was sandwiched between her sister's and another
neighbor. The living space spanned four levels with the kitchen on the main
floor, the bedroom on the top floor, and her living room and office on the
bottom two levels. Running up and down all the stairs helped keep her in shape,
or at least that's what she told herself when she blew off gym night. She
locked the front door behind her and waved to her nephew playing in the front
yard. He'd managed a small snowman with the remains of the snow from the freak
storm several weeks ago.

"Bye, Aunt Carrie!" the boy called.

"See you tomorrow, Scott!" She
followed Eric and Zeke to their truck, blushing as she slid into the middle of
the front seat. She remembered all too well her complete lapse of modesty the
day before.

"Don't worry about it. No one could see
anything except the steamy windows," Eric said, reading her mind as he
climbed into the passenger's seat. He patted her on the knee.

"Yeah, right," she muttered as Zeke
started the engine and pulled out of her short driveway. "Even if they
didn't see anything, they might know whose truck it is. And they certainly knew
what was going on inside, even if they couldn't see anything."

"Who cares?" Zeke said nonchalantly.
"I don't. I'm not ashamed."

"Brave words."

Zeke shrugged. "My mom knows. So does my
sister. Eric's mom is coming around." He glanced at her then focused back
on the road. "Are your sister and mom upset?"

Carrie shook her head, thinking about the phone
conversation she'd had with her mom the night before. Carrie's mother was
concerned but not judgmental. Her mom had always been cool with her decisions.
Her sister Olivia was okay with it, too. "No, they're okay with it. When
did your mother chill out?" Carrie turned to Eric.

He sighed. "I called her again last night
and we talked. She's not happy and she doesn't really understand, but we've
always been
so
close as a family, she's willing to
try." He laughed. "My dad, of all people, was the one to talk her
around."

"Your dad?
Why is that weird?"