“God, I love your cute arse,” Marcy said, pulling her underwear down. “I was admiring it at the women’s only event at Paradise. You’re a great dancer.”
“Until you realised it was me shaking it?” Zoe looked over her shoulder and rolled her hips seductively.
“Especially after I realised it was you. There’s something very sexy about being attracted to someone you don’t like.” Marcy chuckled as Zoe stepped out of the lacey garment, keeping her heels on. “And now, it’s hard to believe you’re here and that you’re mine.” She traced a finger up the inside of Zoe’s thigh. “And that I can do anything I want to you.”
“Mmm…” Zoe tensed as her fingers skimmed closer to where she needed them most. “Anything you want,” she mumbled, her eyes intensely focused on Marcy in the mirror.
“Watch.” Marcy ran her tongue over Zoe’s ear and bit her earlobe. She knew her hot breath and voice in Zoe’s ear was driving her wild, and she was enjoying the needy grinding of her behind against her. Slowly, she traced Zoe’s sex up and down, drawing loud moans from her lips before she slipped two fingers inside, filling her up.
“Yes!” Zoe gasped and pushed back, her hips meeting Marcy’s thrusts. “God, yes.”
Marcy kissed and nipped at her neck as she moved faster and deeper while watching them in the mirror. Zoe’s cleavage was pulled down, her dress hiked up and one strap was hanging off her shoulder while she struggled to keep her eyes open. She moved wildly, and Marcy slid her other hand into the front of her dress to pinch her nipple again, harder this time while she found the spot that always sent Zoe over the edge. Zoe’s legs started trembling, her muscles tensed, and Marcy felt a delicious squeeze around her fingers as Zoe let out a long cry. She fell forward and took deep breaths while Marcy kept her fingers inside, drawing every last bit of the climax out of her. When she raised her face to meet Marcy’s stare, she looked flustered and bewildered, her eyes sparkling as a small smile played around her lips. She opened her mouth to speak, then shook her head and laughed.
“You…”
58
“The kittens are starting to open their eyes,” Rico said in an enthusiastic whisper.
“I saw that. It’s beautiful to watch them develop.” Marcy sat down at the terrace table and handed him a beer. The ranger was a pleasant man, and Marcy was starting to get used to his quiet company. They usually had a beer together when she came back from work and he filled her in on the happenings of the day, which was never very much.
“You’re lucky, you know? To be part of this.”
“I know.” Marcy gave him a smile. “Do you not get bored, sitting here all day while I’m away?”
“Never. This is an opportunity of a lifetime; it’s why I do what I do in the hope to witness miracles like this.” Rico cast a glance inside. “Do you know much about the Iberian lynx?”
“Only what I found online, which wasn’t much,” Marcy said.
“That’s right. They are among the most mysterious creatures in the world. Lynxes are extraordinary animals. Some call themthe silent witnessas they have exceptional night vision and hearing and ultra-sharp instincts. They remind us there is more to the world than the physical alone, and their ear tufts are often described as spiritual antennae that receive messages from the Divine.”
“Is that what the locals say?”
“It’s what people all over the world have believed for centuries.” Rico shrugged. “How much of that is true, is questionable, of course, but there’s no denying they have an air of mystery about them. Take those glowing, hypnotic eyes, for example. They’re sharp, almost threatening, yet you’re unable to look away. In the Himalaya, they refer to the lynx asthe ghost catbecause of the rarity of sightings and in ancient Egypt, Goddess Mafdet’s lynx-face symbolized power over evil forces.”
“Fascinating. And yet, there’s so little known about them.”
“All speculation. But the ranger station will help us learn more about their hunting and breeding habits and that’s an invaluable opportunity.” Rico cleared his throat and gave her a grateful look. “So thank you, on behalf of the wildlife conservation team. We’re very excited for the new station.”
“You’re welcome. I’d love to come in now and then to see what you guys are doing. I’ve never educated myself about conservation but I feel invested now.”
“Of course, anytime.” Rico hesitated. “We’re always looking for volunteers if you’re interested. Even if it’s just for a couple of hours a week.”
Marcy was about to say that she was too busy, then remembered she didn’t have much to do on her weekends, now that the house was ready. Zoe often worked during the day, so it wasn’t like it would eat into their time either. “What does a volunteer do?” she asked.
“It depends on the season. Wildfire prevention in summer, tree planting in spring, and assisting with flora and fauna surveys and data collection all year round. If this region becomes known for its growing lynx population, we’ll need to track the rabbit population too.” He took a sip of his beer and sat back with a sigh, draping his arm over the backrest of the chair next to him. “And sadly, if it all works out, we’ll need people to look out for traps too.”
“Of course. There’s always someone out there…”
“Yes. Mostly, it’s very fulfilling work, though. All in all, there’s quite a lot of hiking involved but there’s nothing wrong with exercise in a beautiful landscape, right?”
“Nothing wrong with that,” Marcy said, thinking this might be a great way to switch off from work on weekends. She loved building things, but she didn’t really have many hobbies outside her trade as she’d spent most of her life chasing after women. “I’ll think about it; it sounds interesting.” She met his gaze. “Your team is so dedicated. Just the fact that you’re here at the strangest hours… Do you have a wife or kids?”
“Yes, and we have two kids,” Rico said. “But after twenty years of marriage my wife doesn’t mind me not being at home as much.” He chuckled. “And I don’t mind escaping from two quarrelling twins now and then, either; this is relaxation to me.”
Marcy laughed. “Are they difficult?”
“Not difficult, just typical teenagers. They’re both girls, so I’m outnumbered in my household. It’s nice to have a beer in silence. I don’t get the chance for that at home.” He pointed to the hills, where the lowering sun was glowing behind the treetops. “You really have a magical place.”
