Alec slowly pushed himself up to a seated position and slid away from Sadie’s embrace of pure heaven. “I didna bring any,” he choked out. “I am a damned fool.” He huffed out a pained groan as he hugged his bent legs and rested his forehead against his knees. “There will be noconsummationof our pleasure today.” He stole a glance back at her, dreading the disdain he’d surely see on her face. “I can pleasure ye—in many ways. But there’ll be no—” He turned away and scrubbed a hand across his face. How the hell could he have been so damn stupid? “There’ll be nogrande finale,as my brother would say.” Aye,grande finale.That’s what Ross always called it when speaking in code about his lady friends in front of their little sister.
Alec forced himself to look Sadie in the eyes as she rolled to her stomach and pushed herself onto her elbows. He couldat least be a man about this and face the tongue-lashing for his inconsiderate stupidity that the angry woman was surely about to give him.
Sadie frowned, blinking at him as though she’d just awakened from a bad dream and couldn’t believe he was sitting there. “Bullshit,” she finally said, then rose to her hands and knees and crawled away from him to the far side of the pallet.
Lore a’mighty, she was trying to kill him. That delectable arse and that sweet prize between her thighs, winking at him with those glistening wet folds with every sway of her hips. How many times had he fantasized about bending her over the porch railing?
Totally ignoring him, Sadie hooked the loop of her backpack with one finger and pulled it over in front of her. She yanked open the zipper to one of the side pockets, digging into the depths of the bag like a starving waif searching for food. Her face lit up with a smug, satisfied look as she pulled her hand out of the bag—clutching several condom packets. “I brought some.”
Suddenly, all was right in the world—or at least this very heated corner of it. “So ye wanted me too?” That knowledge hardened his cock to an alarming level. Must get control.He’d be damned if he made it this far just to spill himself afore he was well seated inside her bliss.
“Definitely,” Sadie breathed out as she slowly crawled toward him. “I guess I’ve wanted you since the day I saw you swinging that sword in the practice ring.” A devilish smile lit her face as her gaze lowered to his crotch. “How well do you swingthatsword?”
“With deadly accuracy, I assure ye.” Alec met her halfway and rolled her beneath him.
Sadie tore open the packet, pulled free the condom, then nudged a quick teasing kiss to his collarbone as she pushed him away. “Allow me to sheath your sword, my chieftain.”
He obligingly rolled to his back, swallowing hard and praying for control as Sadie kissed her way down the center of his chest, then traced a fingernail down his stomach. As she nipped and tongued her way ever lower, Alec clenched the blankets in his fists. “Ye are a cruel woman, Mistress Sadie Williams,” he said in a strained growl as she swiped her tongue around the head of his cock.
“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” she promised, then sucked him in deep and hard with long, slow strokes of her tongue while her fingers teased his balls with light, tickling caresses.
Sons a bitches. Such a torturous pleasure. He had to stop her before he exploded her.
“By the gods!” Alec forced himself to lift her away, holding her just above his throbbing cock. “The sheath. I beg ye. Now.”
Without a word, Sadie smoothed the condom down the aching length of him, then crawled her way up his body, coming to a stop when she was high enough to cradle his face between her breasts. She reached down between them, took his cock in one hand, and rubbed the tip of it back and forth across her slick opening.
“Enough teasing,” Alec said. He grabbed her hips and thrust upward, encasing himself in the wet heat he’d needed for so long.
Arching her back, Sadie wiggled until she was well seated and engulfed him completely. “Damn,” she gasped as she closed her eyes. She raked her fingers down his chest, threw her head back, and rocked back and forth. “Nowthatis a sword.”
Alec matched her every move, bucking his hips to her rhythm as she rode him faster and harder. She slammed her hands onto his chest, panting and gasping as the building orgasm tensed her delicious heat around him, squeezing with an intensity that dared him to plunge even deeper.
Rolling her to lie beneath him, he settled between her legs, shuddering with slipping control as he slowly withdrew to the tip, then shoved back in. Three more times he managed the teasing stroke. “Lore a’mighty, I can take no more.”
“Good, because I can’t either.” Sadie arched and bucked beneath him. “Now,” she begged, raking her nails up his thighs and clenching his ass, pulling him in deeper.
“As the lady wishes,” hec groaned, then pounded into her, moving ever faster with the hammering rhythm both their bodies needed.
The quiet, secluded clearing wasn’t quiet anymore.
CHAPTER 9
Arumbling gurgle vibrated up between them. Sadie forced her eyes open and barely lifted up, propping her cheek on Alec’s bare shoulder. She looked around the peaceful clearing. Another deep gut rumble vibrated against her. It sounded like she wasn’t the only one starving. Wonder how long they had been asleep?Before she could move or wake Alec, her stomach growled in response.
Alec didn’t open his eyes, but his lopsided smile grew exponentially as he shook with silent laughter. “Our bodies are speaking to one another. They’re well pleased to finally be together.”
“I think they’re trying to tell us it’s time to refuel.” Sadie patted his arm, then rolled away, scooping up his crumpled plaid from the edge of the pallet to pull it across her chest and hurriedly wrap it around her body. She couldn’t explain the sudden need to cover herself—especially after the epic romp they’d just enjoyed—but something had drastically changed, become lost or messed up while they slept. She just wasn’t comfortable sitting in the clearing wearing nothing but sunshine. Brazen, lusty Sadie was gone. Insecure,she wasn’t going to be Delia’s rented-out whoreSadie had arrived tooverdose her with a nauseating hit of guilt and second-guessing and shove a wad ofwhy did you do thatdown her throat.
Sadie clamped the plaid around her body with her arms while she massaged her suddenly throbbing temples. What the devil was wrong with her? She had wanted to sleep with him. Wanted the sex. She was not the victim here.And yet somehow . . . for some reason . . . she felt like she’d just been played. The stupid fat girl had just taken the bait and fallen for the joke. Hook, line, and sinker. Delia was probably hidden somewhere up the hillside with a set of binoculars, laughing her ass off. Now she really was being stupid. Delia would never set foot in the woods. She’d send a flunky with a camera.
Alec rolled toward her, hooked a finger in a fold of the material gathered at her chest, and yanked it away. “What did I tell ye about hiding yer beauty from me?” His blue eyes flashed dark and stormy as the sea, filled with that libido-stoking fire that had earlier signaled the beginning of round two—or had it been round three—before they’d both passed out in a post-orgasmic coma? What difference did it make now?She’d have to count the condoms to be certain, but then who really gave a rat’s ass how many times she’d been too high on humping to shield her self-respect?
She jerked the plaid back out of Alec’s grasp and cloaked it around her shoulders. “Stop it!” The request came out sharper than she’d intended. She pulled in a deep breath, held it, then slowly blew it out. She needed to calm down and play this cool—not sound like a wounded animal.
Alec frowned, then drew back and folded his hands across his stomach, looking at her as though he was trying to figure out what he’d done wrong.
“And you can stop looking at me like that too.”Well, that was not playing it cool.She yanked the plaid tighter around her body and gritted her teeth. She needed food and space so she couldthink this through. How could she have just spent the last few hours rutting in mindless abandon? How could she not see this as one of Delia’s traps? Now, what should she do? Chew her arm off to get away? Tell him,Oops. Sorry. Didn’t mean to do that?
