“I’d say I have to agree with that, cowboy.”
“Last time I checked we didn’t have mermaids in these parts. Just goes to show you can learn somethin’ new every day.” He straightened and started to unbutton his shirt. “Want some company?”
“I thought you’d never ask.” She glanced around, the smile still gracing her lips. “What if we’re not alone?”
“Only you, me, and the nosy critters takin’ a gander from the trees.”
Jenna took a step toward the shallower water, dying to get her hands on him. Her breasts rose free from the surface, bare to his gaze. He looked down and she saw arousal in the familiar tension creeping in around his eyes. How well she knew this man now.
“Stop.” Chet held his hand up and she halted. “You look far too fetching standin’ there with your hair about your shoulders and tits playing peek-a-boo.”
His words sent a thrill of desire rushing through her blood and her knees wobbled in the water.
“I thought you were joining me?” Jenna caught his gaze. The intensity of her desire liquefied with sexual heat deep in her belly and still he didn’t move. “If you don’t get in here now, I’ll have to come and drag you in. Clothes and all.” She was desperate to wrap herself around him and feel his hard length against her. “It’s getting chilly and I need you to heat me up.”
“You never were a patient one, were you?”
Jenna shook her head and watched every move he made as he peeled off his clothes.Does he know how much his seductive striptease is turning me on?But he was so much more than that; he’d crept into her very being and imagining life without him was too painful to consider. Then he was naked on the creek bank, and very ready for her.
Slowly he strode into the water, still wearing his cowboy hat. Chet approached with a predatory assuredness she welcomed, and a delighted shiver rippled through her in anticipation. Laughter bubbled up when he captured her in his arms and swung her around. It roused the sweet memory of their first meeting at the airport, when he had done the same thing.
“Ah, woman. You’ve bewitched me.” His hungry lips nibbled along her shoulder.
Jenna turned to face him as the searing path of his mouth followed her jawline. She wanted his kiss and met him with a fiery passion she knew would never die. Jenna wound her arms around his neck and opened her mouth, encouraging him to deepen the kiss. His tongue met hers and they moaned into each other. His palms slipped down her back and cradled her ass.
Chet lifted her with ease and she wrapped her legs around his hips, hooking her ankles behind his butt. Jenna wasn’t chilled any longer. Their closeness, the skin-to-skin contact chased the coolness of the mountain creek away. Passion warmed the water between them and they slid against each other. His chest hair tickled her breasts and the sweet friction against her nipples had them tightening into aching buds. Jenna pulsed her hips and his cock glided deliciously between her pussy lips, driving her to distraction.
Chet thrust against her and she couldn’t bear another moment of not having him fill her. Jenna tipped her hips until his cock head pushed at her opening.
“Oh baby,” she murmured against his lips as they both thrust and he slid into her, filling and stretching her wide. He shuddered in her embrace and Jenna held him tight with her arms and legs as he began a rhythm that allowed them a slow, comfortable fuck in the water. The buoyancy posed a slight problem but the sweetness of their loving and the heat of their passion brought them fulfillment in the pool of Gold Creek.
Chet let Jenna lead him. “I have something to show you,” she’d said and off they went.
He watched her spin her still-wet hair into a knot on the top of her head.
“So what d’ya have to show me?” He led her along a path on the creek bank, enjoying the sway of her hips in the shorty shorts she had on. Her neck rose gracefully from her shoulders and he longed to run his fingers along the gentle curve. He had a hard time keeping his hands off her, even if it was just for a simple caress, to simply feel her energy and heat.
“You’ll see. Just be patient,” she said and cast him a quick glance over her shoulder.
After a twenty-minute hike, she stopped by the sluice box up-creek. She had been busy and the work table was laden with pans, containers, scoops, hammers. All sorts of paraphernalia.
“Look.” Jenna held up a pan and pushed her fingers through the concentrates of waste rock and gravel revealing bit of shiny material and one larger stone.
Chet looked at what she was showing him and excitement built in his chest. “Is that what I think it is?”
She nodded, a big smile on her face. “I think it is. I’m almost positive it’s not pyrite but would want it checked out for sure.
“Where’d you find it? Here?” He pointed at the creek. They were about a quarter mile upstream from where they’d just made love.
“Yep. I got bored downstream and started checking it out up here. I love this looking-for-gold thing and when I saw this today, I couldn’t believe it.”
“Well, I’ll be. Maybe we did find old Chester’s gold after all.” Chet pushed his hat back and picked up a stone streaked with a shiny gold luster. Lots of pyrite, or fool’s gold, in these parts too. They had to be sure. “I know who we can take this to who will keep things quiet.”
“Can you believe it? Alluvial gold. Never in a million years did I think I’d ever prospect for gold, let alone find some. I could be rich!” She bounced on her toes and clapped her hands before pausing to stare at him. “Sorry,wecould be rich.”
Chet loved watching her enthusiasm. She had such a zest for life, it was refreshing. His city girl sure had countrified in a hurry and he was loving every minute of her transformation.
“Well, we mustn’t get ahead of ourselves. It could be nothing and you know full well, if it is gold, it’s probably runoff from the main vein, which might be a bit more challenging to find.”
