Tyler rapidly removed his boots and shucked his jeans and boxer-briefs in one swift move. He grabbed a condom from a pocket and donned it before turning to her. “God, you’re so beautiful. I can’t believe you’re here with me.” His kiss grazed her lips, as if he were uncertain and intended to give her time for a rejection.
Their meeting was wrong on so many levels, yet…no, she couldn’t turn him away. She couldn’t. Her arms wrapped around his neck, drawing their bodies together. Her legs splayed in silent invitation. No foreplay necessary, not when she craved him, thought about him whenever they were apart.
Tyler reached between them and guided his cock into place. She sighed, the pleasure of his initial stroke always so special. Magical. Perfect.
He set up a slow rhythm, pushing into her heat and retreating while kissing her lips, her throat and pausing occasionally to tease her nipples. Her climax built layer upon layer with each brush of his penis against her clit. Susan lifted her hips into his surges, silently demanding more, but he kept the steady pace, his knowledge of her body guiding his lovemaking.
Finally, the swell of her climax burst over her and she cried out, clinging to Tyler’s broad shoulders.So, so good.
He powered into her now, each thrust sending another tiny jolt through her vagina. She held him as he shuddered, his groans of pleasure smothered against her neck. Beneath her stroking hand, he trembled.
The elimination would take place tomorrow. Nolan would send her home this time for sure. Mrs. Penrith hated her and made this clear to anyone who asked her opinion.
Susan fought her urge to cry. Tyler…she’d miss him, yet she couldn’t stay here either because she’d end up making both of them miserable.
A feminine cry rang out, jerking Nolan to a surprised halt. Not the normal call he’d hear in the dam paddock. The sultry sob repeated, and this time he caught a flash of movement down by the dam—a pale backside.
“Fuck,” he whispered.
He blinked and looked again. No mistake this time.
Nolan sank down and watched. Suspicions flashed through his mind, but he wanted to make sure. His hands clasped his knees, the knuckles bleeding of color.
The couple kissed, the kiss of long-familiar lovers, and his eyes narrowed. The sun scooted behind a cloud, bleaching the day of its warmth.
Fitting.
The man stood and reached out to help up the woman. Soft laughter floated over the gunmetal gray of the dam water. Dark clouds skittered over the sky and the rain started again. Below, the couple scrambled into their clothes and donned coats against the weather.
With one quick embrace, they parted, the woman taking the trail leading to the road while the man, a cheerful whistle floating in his wake, strutted along the path leading to the Murdoch farm.
Tyler and Susan.
His baby brother.
Nolan peeled his cramped hands from his knee, let the blood flow back into his fingers and stood before silently walking down to the dam to open the gate for the cattle.
“You’re a depraved woman,” Mrs. Penrith snapped.
Same old, same old. Susan ignored the woman’s wrath and hung up her coat to dry. During the walk home, she’d tripped on a concealed stick. Her hip ached, mud soaked her clothes. Her mood hovered a hairsbreadth from depression.
Behind Mrs. Penrith, Jasmine and Lucy covered their mouths, their eyes dancing with mirth—a warning of a storm set to land at her expense.
Susan’s shoulders slumped. “I’m going to have a bath.”
“What have you to say for yourself?”
“Nothing,” Susan said, too miserable to whip up her temper.
The cameraman appeared behind Jasmine and Lucy, the smirk beneath the camera casing alerting Susan that Mrs. Penrith wasn’t talking general depravity. Something specific had rattled the woman’s cage.
Too bad she didn’t care.
Susan turned away, ignoring Elizabeth Penrith’s rising squawks. Susan grabbed her robe from behind her bedroom door and headed for the bathroom.
Mrs. Penrith followed her. “I should have known you’d be one ofthosegirls.”
Susan shut the bathroom door in her face and shot the lock.
