Bite of the Moon: Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance Boxed Set (20 page)

“Red, if there is someone there, you're giving them a really good show by standing there...”

Before he could finish that statement I leaned down, kissing him hard. I straddled his thighs, settling down into the water. This time, with no pesky trunks or shorts between us, it was just him, and I, and all that warm swirling water.

I reached between us, fingers wrapping around him, guiding him into me. He slid home easily, as if he'd been there before, as if this was second nature for both of us. There was none of the awkward fumbling of first-time sex between strangers. It was...as if we'd done this dance many times.

Any musings I had about all of that faded away as I sank down onto him. Colt flexed his hips and I replied, rolling my hips against him. I settled my arms around his neck. The water rose around us, buoying my breasts between us.

“This is nice.” Colt touched my hair, brushing a strand back. I laughed.

“Nice?” I ground my hips down. “That’s not what I was going for.”

I claimed his mouth with mine as something wild and primal took control of me. I rocked and swivelled, shimmied and swivelled. Each movement brought a new noise from Colt, from moans through grunts, all of them sweet music to my ears, all of them mixing with mine.

The water around us swirled and sloshed as our movements increased, as I found footing with my feet against the rocks, giving me leverage. Pushing with my legs, I had control and I could move up and back, sliding him out of me, holding him, poised over him. He broke away with a ragged sound, hands gripping my ass.

“You're a tease, Red. I thought you might be.”

“Is that a bad thing?” I wiggled a bit, teasing both of us. My body wanted him, with a need I'd never felt with any man. But I liked the heady sense of control I had, and I wanted to prolong this moment for as long as I could stand it.

“Not at all. I like a challenge. But...”

With a rush of swirling water Colt stood. I clutched his neck, yelping in surprise. There was no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist or risk another dunk in the water. And in that flurry of movement, he drove himself deep inside me.

“And in the end, I like to be in control.” His voice was a low growl. Our eyes locked as he turned, surefooted, not a slip into the water in sight. With that strength I found arousing, he eased me down on a flat rock, his thick cock still buried inside me. He leaned over, hands planted on either side of my shoulders.

“And I'll show you what nice is really like. And what it's like to be teased.”

He pulled back, hips flexing in short strokes, giving me just enough of himself to remind me of what I wanted. I arched and twisted beneath him, but he held back. I tried to pull him closer, with arms and legs, but he was remarkably strong, and I couldn't do much but struggle beneath him.

“You're enjoying this, aren't you?” I was breathing hard both from my efforts, and from mounting frustration. “You're getting off on this whole control thing.”

He grinned down at me. “Of course I am.” His body blocked out the sun, and I looked up into his blue eyes. Strands of hair, damp with water or sweat, curled around his face.
God, he was so damn sexy.

“Do you want me to beg?” I wiggled against him, hoping it would be the trigger that brought him home. I was poised on the edge, so close, but so very far away.

“No, Red. Not that. Never beg.” He lowered his head, kissing me hard. When he pulled back I was gasping. “Never beg. Because I want this as much as you do.”

When he drove himself into me, I screamed. Birds scattered out of the trees, and the sound of their startled flight was lost in my next cry as Colt thrust himself hard into me, his body coming down onto mine, pressing me into the rocks and sand. I didn't care that there was something sharp poking my ass. All I wanted was Colt. And I got him.

He thrust hard and fast for several moments, his head dropped onto my shoulder, open mouth pressed against my neck. I wrapped arms and legs around him, pulling him hard against me. We moved as one, his thrusts matching my arching and bucking beneath him.

I'd been waiting for this, waiting to move with Colt, to bring each of us together to the height of pleasure, to bring both of us to wherever this experience was leading. I didn't want to rush, but once we'd started, there was no holding back.

I came suddenly, but not unexpectedly. Clutching Colt desperately, I let go, let my body take over. The orgasm that we'd created shook me to the very core. Nothing I'd ever experienced could come close to this.

From the depths of my pleasure I heard Colt cry out, felt his body tense in my arms. And then there could be no other way to say that he melted against me. Arms went around my back and waist, one hand sliding down to my ass. There was a hot rush inside me, but there was no way for me to tell what came from Colt, what came from me. And I really didn't care. It was bliss, pure and simple.

After a long time Colt rolled onto his back. The sun was behind the trees, shadows creeping across the river. The birds had come back to the trees, apparently over the startling experience of watching Colt and I. I traced a finger across his chest.

“That was crazy.”

Colt lifted his head, giving me a lopsided smile. “It was.” He turned, propping himself up on one elbow. “And amazing.”

I sat up. It felt strange to be lying naked on the rocks. In all my years camping, of coming here, I'd never been one to go skinny-dipping, or even wander around undressed in camp. But here I was, buck naked, lying under the sky in the fading light. But I was getting chilled, and even though lying next to Colt, looking at all that gorgeous man, the aftershocks of sex coursing through me, I wanted to be in the water.

I leaned over, kissed his cheek, and sat up. With more grace than I'd displayed all day, I slipped back into the water. Colt sat up, sitting on the edge, dangling his feet in the water. I leaned against his knee. He, ever obsessed with it, ran his fingers through my hair. Occasionally he met with a tangle, gently working it free with his fingers.

“Figured I'd find you with a woman.”

I jerked around, splashing water into my face again, and Colt’s. Colt's fingers snagged in my hair, jerking my head back. I desperately wanted to sink beneath the water, but until Colt let go of my hair I was stuck above water, exposed.
And more than a little freaked out.
He finally let go, and I slid down as far as I could beneath the surface of the water.

“Sorry. Didn't mean to startle you. Hey, Colt.”

Deja vue washed over me. I looked up at the guy standing by the edge of the pool. I tried not to stare, something I'd been failing at miserably all day. Truthfully, I wanted to bolt out of the pool. But I was hardly dressed for a dash across rocks to the safety of the woods. Even my towel was out of reach. I was pinned down.

“You two know each other?”

The other guy, a blond giant who could easily have passed for a Viking nodded. He dropped an enormous pack on the ground, and kicked off his shoes. Colt slipped into the water next to me, like it was normal for him to be naked in a hot springs with a strange woman who was cowering in the water.

“This is Jericho.” He nodded at the blond giant, who was still towering over me. And I noticed, with shock, that he was dropping his shorts, leaving them at the edge of the water. I didn't stare this time. I just closed my eyes, wondering what alternate universe I'd wandered into. But then, it was the springs. Maggie had pegged it.

The water level rose, but only to the underside of my breasts. “We hiked up together, then he went off to look at some...what did you want to see?”

“There are some Indian carvings in one of the caves on the other side of the mountain. Wanted to get some shots of it before the light left.”

Someone splashed water in my direction, and I opened my eyes. “And you are?” He held out a hand. “Nice to meet you, whoever you are.”

“Risha.” I stretched out my arm, just able to reach his hand. There was no way I was going to stand up, sans shorts and shirt. I could see the shorts, snagged on a rock. Just out of my reach. Jericho let go of my hand. By sitting back, stretching out my leg, I could barely touch the waistband of my shorts. I had no idea where my shirt had gone.
If I could just hook a belt loop with my toe...

“These belong to you?” Jericho reached down into the water, picked up the shorts, and held them out to me. With a smile. A smile that told me he knew
exactly
why they were snagged on the rocks, and why they weren't on me.

“Yeah...um, thanks.” I reached for the shorts, arm stretched full length, the other arm automatically covering my chest. My fingers touched the wet denim, just as Jericho twitched the shorts out of my reach. “Hey...”

“Just wondering if you're sure you want to put these back on...yet.”

I lunged for the dripping shorts, my feet slipping on the rocks. My head went under—again—water going up my nose, into my mouth. And again, hands grabbed my arms, pulling me up to the surface. I came up sputtering—again. I was face-to-face with Jericho.

“You okay?” He relaxed his grip on my upper arms. “You're gonna have bruises here...sorry about that.” The death grip he had loosened, but he didn't let go.

“I'm okay.” My hair hung in my face, a wet curtain obscuring my view. Jericho reached up, pushing the wet mass aside. I turned, looking at Colt for…help? Another rescue? Reassurance? He only smiled at me.

“Jericho’s okay. Really. A little aggressive maybe. But I’d trust him with my life.”

A recommendation from a slightly-less-than-stranger, for a brand new stranger
. I wasn’t sure how I should take that. I turned back to Jericho.

“I’m okay.”

“You said that. But that’s okay. Okay is good.” He shifted beneath me, and damned if there wasn’t something hard poking against me.

My heart rate was up again into the triple digits. Without moving from this pool, I’d gotten enough cardio to make Jack very happy.

I stared into Jericho’s eyes. His eyes were blue; not the bright clear blue of Colt's, but a gray-blue that matched the color of water swirling around my hips...my naked hips.
And my naked torso.

I should have been pushing away, slipping back under the water, struggling into my shirt and shorts. Anything but sitting naked on a stranger’s lap.
Again
. But the longer I looked into those eyes, the less anxious I felt. There was something calming, something almost mesmerizing about his gaze. Somehow sitting on a stranger’s lap seemed perfectly accepted, even naked.

But then again, this wasn’t my first time today.

Colt. The guy I'd just had sex with was less than four feet away, watching all of this. I jerked my head around. I expected the worst, expected to see Colt, red-faced and angry, fists balled, ready to fight. Or if not that, at least find him looking annoyed.

But Colt was anything but angry or annoyed. He slouched in the water, arms spread across the rocks behind him. And he was smiling, that same sexy wolfish grin I'd seen before. I turned back to Jericho.

“You...I shouldn't...we shouldn't...be like this. This is all wrong.”

“It's okay. Colt and I are pretty good with sharing. If you're interested.” His grin was as wolfish as Colt's. Then it hit me.

“You were watching? You watched me...with him...us?”

He shrugged, one eyebrow raised. “No,” He was still holding my arm with one hand; the other moved down to my hip, then sliding lower, fingers playing over my ass. The movement was slow, deliberate, and I drew in a breath. “But I can smell his scent all over your beautiful body.”

The feelings inside my belly, the arousal Colt had awakened earlier, all sprang back to life.
Something else he said...

“Sharing...you mean...you share...you'd share me?” That was the last thing I expected to hear. But then again, these guys were strangers. I knew nothing about them, except that they were different in looks as day and night, but were both sexy beyond all expectations. They had the same distinct accent.

“Colt and I have been friends a very, very long time…almost like brothers.”

I stared at Jericho, lost myself for a minute in those gray-blue eyes, confused by his words. I felt like I'd had way more than just a half a Thermos cup of wine. Some things just weren't adding up.

“Almost like brothers?”

“We're not related...best friends though. And we have the same tastes…in many things.”

There was movement behind me, water sloshing up against my back. Hands settled on my hips, lips brushed against my ear.
Colt.
Something vaguely familiar, in a very strange and surreal place.

“You however, would be hard to share. A man could get very greedy with a beauty like you.”

Jericho let go of my arm now that I was basically pinned between him and Colt—not that I was going anywhere anyway—his hand sliding up my torso. He glanced up at me, his look holding a question, but it was pretty clear he already knew the answer. But I nodded anyway.

Colt's hands moved to my waist, caressing whatever bare skin Jericho wasn't touching. Maybe Colt felt he had a proprietary claim on my breasts, and it was fine with me if he wanted to have a return engagement with them. I was already missing my shorts...and there wasn't much left that Jericho hadn't seen. But there was something tugging at the back of my mind. Best ask the question before these two distracted me even more than they already were.