BM03 - Crazy Little Thing Called Dead (26 page)

I wrapped my arms around Hammie’s bulk. “I always feel like kicking your ass.” I stretched up to kiss him.

“I’m out of here,” Meg said.

“Right behind you.” Tom slammed the door as he jumped down.

Beans woke up and started barking, and I broke the kiss to shush him. Stripes was looking up at me sleepily, and I felt a surge of gratitude toward Max for having him de-skunked. I pulled free of Hammie to pick him up.

“Fuck.” He ran his hand across his close cropped head. “I’m going to come second to a skunk and his tiny ass dog, aren’t I?”

I grinned up at Hammie, stroking Stripes’ soft black and white coat. “Yep,” I said. “Pretty much.”

Afterward

The early morning mist was rising off the deserted stretch of river where Hambecker and I had parked the day before. The leaves hanging over the water had begun to turn, and were reflected on the surface under the drifting mist. I bent over and cupped the clear water and splashed it on my face. Not too bad. I dropped my towel on the ground, stripped off my sweats and T-shirt, and stood naked on the shore.

I stepped into the slow moving water and shivered. There was only one way to do this without torturing myself; I dove into the deeper water and came up in the faster water midstream gasping.

“Cold!” I struck out for the opposite shore, swimming hard to warm my body, feeling the chill tighten my skin. I steadied myself with my hand on a boulder once there, breathing hard. I pushed off and swam back, the water like silk between my legs.

Hambecker was on the shore with Beans and Stripes when I stepped out of the water. “Here,” he said, and folded me into my towel. I turned to kiss him, letting the towel fall to slip my arms around his neck.  I teased his lips with my tongue and he deepened the pressure sliding his tongue into my mouth. My brain had gone south, I tightened my hold around his neck and wrapped my legs around his hips.

Hambecker groaned deep in his throat and slid his hands under my thighs rubbing his erection against me until I threw back my head.

“Dear God, Hambecker,” I could barely get the words out.

His licked the hollow above my collarbone and blew his hot breath on the damp depression before pressing a kiss there. My nipples contracted so tightly they ached.

“Take me inside,” I whispered, and then laughed nervously at the double meaning.

“Are you laughing at me?” Hambecker bit my shoulder lightly. “You shouldn’t do that.”

I pulled myself tight against him, rubbed my body against him and grinned as he groaned.

“What’s the matter Hammer Man? Can’t take a joke?” I sucked in my breath as he brushed his fingers between my thighs. “Oh God. Please. Take me to bed.”

He turned then and carried me to the ugly-on-the-outside RV. He whistled for Beans and Stripes. Beans ran up the steps like lightning, but we had to wait for Stripes to waddle along and pull himself up the steps. I bounced with impatience until Hambecker followed him in and pulled the door shut.

He carried me to the back and set me on our bed, pulling closed the heavy curtains to keep the animals in the dinette.

“I didn’t realize how handy those curtains were going to be,” He said as he pulled his shirt over his head. He shucked his jeans, his erection springing up as the material slid down his legs.

“Hurry.” I was fire and ice, needing him inside me.

He pulled a condom from the drawer beside the bed, but he didn’t open the package. Instead he traced the scar on my thigh. He bent and kissed it, sending shivers through me.

“Please.”

He pushed my legs apart and kissed my inner thighs. He slid two fingers into me, finding my G-spot as he took my clit with his tongue. My hips raised to meet his lips as the tension rose and broke inside me, leaving me dizzy.

“That must have been some kind of speed record,” Hambecker said moving up to lay beside me.

I laughed a little breathlessly. “You’re not getting off that easy. Oh God, that’s so dirty.” I snorted.

I pushed him over onto his back and tore open the condom, rolling it down over his erection. Then I straddled him, teasing for a moment, before lowering myself so he slid into me. I tried to keep my mind, riding him hard and deep until he came. But in the end it was all mindless passion as he raked his teeth across my nipples and we came in a rush of physical sensation.

We lay nestled together dozing until I felt him growing large between my legs.

“Wanna go again?” I asked.

He groaned and pulled me close. “On one condition,” he said.

“What condition?” I snuggled back rubbing my butt against him to feel him harden even more.

“We go at my speed,” he whispered in my ear.

“What speed is that?” I asked.

“I’ll show you.” He rolled me over and pinned me on my back, taking my earlobe between his teeth and nipping gently. Then his tongue slid along my jaw line followed by his warm breath. The sensation of warmth against my cool, moist skin gave me shivers, and my nipples hardened. A fire was building low in my belly, insisting we move things along. But Hambecker wouldn’t be hurried.

He dragged his tongue across the tips of my nipples and when I started to buck my hips, he held me down with his arm across my thighs so all I could do was writhe with need.

“Hambecker,” I pleaded. “Richard…”

“Using my given name? That’s new. What’s the matter Bree?” But he didn’t wait for an answer. He licked into my belly button, kissing my stomach and making his way down my thigh. Achingly slow he kissed the bottoms of my feet, stopping to massage the fleshy pads above my toes with his fingers.

I was quivering with tension by the time he made his way up the inside of my thigh with little kisses, my body one gigantic nerve under his touch. Hambecker spread my legs further with his knees and hesitated to slide on a condom. I closed my eyes and felt him pulse slowly into me moving deeper and deeper into me with infinitesimal movements, his strokes so slow that my nerve endings were screaming for release when he finally pushed the whole of his erection inside of me, and waited there.

I quivered there, suspended, wanting to buck, to rub my swollen clit against the root of his penis. But the weight of his hips held me down, punishing me with stillness.

“Richard...”

He pulled out of me again, millimeter by millimeter, the slowest retreat in the history of mankind. My brain was flooded with sensation, my hands fisted in the bed clothes.

“Richard…”

He broke the tension. Sliding in and out of me with power and speed until I crashed around him, shattered, and he joined me.

We lay together for quite a while, just breathing. My mind eventually came back to me and I kissed his neck, damp with sweat and tasting of salt.

“Wow.” What more was there for me to say?

Hambecker raised himself up on to his elbows and grinned down at me. “Did I do okay?” he asked with mock humility.

I smacked him on the shoulder and he rolled me over on top of him sliding out of me. I kissed him again, on the lips this time.

“I’m hungry,” I said, batting my eyes at him.

“Grill cheese sandwich and tomato soup?”

“Perfect,” I said. And it really was.

The End

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