Haley's Cabin (2 page)

she arched forward, encouraging more, aching for more. Marissa found Haley’s clitoris and tugged at it

with her thumb and index finger, pulling and pumping. Too quickly, she stopped and rose off Haley.

Enraptured, Haley groaned and reached for more of this woman. But it wasn’t to be.

Jay stood over her with a pleased smile curving his sensuous lips. In her heated moment with Marissa,

she’d forgotten she had an audience. Again she found herself blushing. It seemed Jay would have none of

her embarrassment, because he languidly pulled her to her feet. Then Marissa laid down.

Haley looked to Jay for answers, desperate to know what he wanted, wishing only to please and be

pleased.

His simple answer was to position her on her hands and knees between Marissa’s legs so Haley looked

down at Marissa’s smooth pussy. She felt his hand at the back of her head. Jay gently guided her toward

Marissa’s glistening nether lips. Haley closed her eyes and gave one tentative lick. Oh God, the sweet

taste of Marissa’s arousal was her undoing. Soon, Haley was licking and stroking at the juices as they

flowed into her mouth. Haley lapped at the nectar freely flowing from Marissa’s slick heat, sucking at her

as if starved and feeling her own desire race out of control.

Haley opened her eyes to watch in fascination as Marissa arched off the floor, anxious and needy for

pleasure. It gave her a naughty thrill to make such a sensual woman quiver and moan.

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Haley had never done anything so completely decadent. She wasn’t sure what was expected of her.

After all, she’d never given a woman oral sex before. Marissa pushed her hot pussy against her mouth,

gasping. Haley continued her assault and knew a sense of wild excitement when Marissa’s hands grasped

uncontrollably at her hair, pulling at her, desperate and crazed all at once.

Haley’s throbbing cunt dripped with her own pleasure. Her entire body felt hot and itchy. Nothing in her

life had ever compared to this. She moaned right along with Marissa, feeling what she was feeling.

Jay growled, obviously pushed beyond control at witnessing her and Marissa’s passion. The thick,

swollen tip of his cock pushed into Haley’s heat, moving slowly in and out, wetting himself completely

with her flow. To her utter shock, he moved to the seam of her buttocks, situating his big, hard body

behind her, and with both hands he pulled her ass cheeks wide.

As Jay began inching himself inside her bottom, she pulled from Marissa and whimpered.

Jay shushed her. “Relax. I simply want to satisfy you.” But the odd sensation of him in such a forbidden

place had her tensing, and he’d only entered her the tiniest bit. Reflexively, her muscles clenched, and Jay

held still. He softly stroked his thumb over her clit, as if he knew she was beyond listening to his

commands. When his finger slid inside her throbbing center, it was too much. Something inside Haley

burst. A sweet release of electricity raced as an orgasm took hold.

After several blissful moments, her muscles relaxed. Haley gazed down at the beautiful Marissa, who lay

quietly, waiting her turn. Smiling sinfully, Haley leaned down and licked the woman’s sweet pussy with

relish. She wanted to bring Marissa to climax. Needed to watch her come.

Haley wiggled and pushed against Jay, suddenly needing more of him, wanting it all. She yearned to feel

his cock buried deep in her ass, where no man had ever touched her. Embarrassed by her own

uninhibited response but too excited to care, Haley helplessly gave herself up to this man and the

exquisite feelings he evoked.

Haley pushed her bottom into him, hoping to convey without words what she wanted. He gave it to her

then, every delicious inch, and she loved the combination of pain and pleasure, the stretching fullness of it

all. Her bottom felt each and every contraction, each pump of Jay’s thick cock, and it was euphoric. The

perfect way he filled her ass had Haley nearly exploding with pleasure. Every slide of his erection, in then

out, drove her to new heights of pleasure. Her body clutched his swollen dick. Somewhere along the line,

Haley had become a greedy minx for what only Jay could provide.

Her vagina convulsed in a leisurely, drawn-out climax. It was a lifetime worth of climaxes all rolled into

one. She moaned and writhed against Jay, all the while continuing to suck and lick at Marissa, fondling

her heavy breasts, spurred on by the promise of having this exotic stranger exploding onto her tongue

with her own delicious orgasm. Haley was determined to bring Marissa the same sort of pleasure Jay had

just given her. She fairly craved Marissa’s sweet flow.

Haley used her fingers, tentatively slipping first one, then another inside Marissa’s tight passage, beyond

pleased when Marissa’s soft, fleshy muscles squeezed around her. Haley flicked her clit with her tongue

as she pressed her fingers farther, driving fast and deep. Jay continued his wonderful assault from behind,

evidently not content with a single orgasm.

Marissa’s groaning turned to sharp cries of need, and her twitching hips and clutching fingers went wild.

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Jay pushed yet another finger inside Haley’s cleft, forcing his way inside to touch her very womb. Filled

from every possible point, Haley climbed that precipice once again.

Sensation upon sensation bombarded her as Jay pushed with fingers and hips. He gave everything to

her, and soon the three of them screamed out their climaxes in perfect unison, like the finale to a great

performance.

Haley woke in her chair, alone and dressed in her pajamas. Her book lay in her lap as if she’d fallen

asleep reading it. She rose slowly in total confusion and glanced at the wall clock. Three hours had

passed. The last thing she remembered was being completely engrossed in her book, then answering the

door, and…oh God!

Could it be? Could she really have spent the most unbelievable night of her life with two complete

strangers, making love in ways she’d never experienced? No, it had to be a dream…right? But if so, then

why was she so achy? Her legs hurt and between her thighs she felt sore and sensitive. Too sensitive.

There was only one way to find out.

Haley walked into the kitchen and found a single cold cup of coffee sitting on the table. She frowned.

“Oh man, I really am losing my mind.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Jeremy yelled to nobody in particular. “It did not overheat,” he

declared, “because if it overheated, that means the rental company gave me a damn lemon! And they

wouldn’t do that. No one is that cruel, for crying out loud.”

He kicked the bumper of the hunter-green monstrosity and came away with a sore foot to go with the

useless car. He’d only rented the thing because his truck’s transmission slipped and he’d taken it in for

repairs. That was a week ago.

“Great, no cell service, no car, what the hell else could go wrong on this trip to the boondocks? I hate

rental companies,” Jeremy grumbled as he gave the ugly-as-hell car one last look. He grabbed his duffel

bag and keys, then started walking. He looked around the area, hoping to see a cabin. Even a shack.

Anything that hinted at civilization. All he saw were trees and more trees. “And I fucking hate nature.”

Why’d he take the doc’s advice anyway? He never bothered to take any of his brother’s other advice,

so why break with tradition this time? Simple: Brad had explained that if Jeremy didn’t take a holiday,

he’d end up working himself into an early grave.

“Ha, now what do you think,
all-knowing one
? I’m stuck out in the middle of nowhere and it’s all your

fault.” As Jeremy walked, visions of suing Doc Brad ran rampant in his head. He didn’t give a shit if Brad

was his flesh and blood. The guy was going down.

In a rare exhaustion-induced moment which left him feeling exposed, Jeremy had complained to his

brother about the stress of his job as a detective with the Columbus, Ohio police. Brad, being the good

brother he was, offered him the cabin for the weekend. Jeremy pretty much jumped at the idea, even

though he’d never actually stayed there.

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Brad had bought the property a little over a year ago as a vacation spot, a home-away-from-home.

Jeremy had come out several times since to help Brad install this or that or do a bit of remodeling, but

he’d never personally used the place. However, after Jeremy’s uncharacteristic whine-fest, Brad had

shoved the keys into his hands and practically pushed him out the door, telling him to leave the job at the

office for a change and take a break.

Jeremy walked for what felt like miles, sweat dripping down his spine, his T-shirt sticking to his ribs,

cursing his brother’s shitty advice every step of the way. Then it appeared, like a beacon of light. Not his

brother’s cabin, but a smaller log house that sat off the road, and it was beautiful.

“Civilization!” he moaned in relief. “If they have water, I’ll kiss their blessed feet. If they have a phone,

I’ll think I’ve died and gone to heaven.” His mouth was dirt dry, and he was starting to wonder just how

long a person could go before dehydration or sunstroke set in.

As he stepped off the gravel and onto the cool grass, Jeremy realized his shoes were ruined. The melting

tar had done a real number, and bits of rocks and grass stuck to the soles. “Brad, so help me, when I get

my hands on you…” Jeremy let the sentence trail off and stopped dead in his tracks as he saw what had

to be a mirage.

She was sunning herself and she was so fucking sexy it hurt. Even from a distance it was clear she had a

sweet little hourglass shape. Now he knew he was delirious. No way would a babe like that be way out

in this neck of the woods.

Jeremy was rooted to the spot as the vision in the white bikini rose to a sitting position, stretched like a

lazy cat and turned over. Now he stared at her ass.

“Damn,” he mumbled. “Brad, you’re a friggin’ genius, bro.” Maybe the weekend wasn’t a lost cause

after all.

Jeremy started across the yard, impatient to get closer to the enticing creature, but slowed as he

approached the porch. He didn’t want to scare the lady half to death. He had to admit, even as his

tongue started to take on the texture of sandpaper, he wasn’t nearly as concerned about getting to a

phone or water anymore.

Once he was within a few feet of the porch, he could see her face was turned away from him and he

took advantage, letting his gaze wander.

Her body wasn’t darkly tanned, but more the color of honey with a slight redness at the tops of her

shoulders. Her hair was swept into a messy pile on top of her head. Little brown curls had escaped and

were scattered around her nape. That wasn’t what had him as hard as a railroad spike, however. It was

the tiny white suit she wore. It had those little ties at the hips, just daring a man to pull the string and find

the treasures beneath. Jeremy stopped his perusal, wishing like hell he could stop his raging boner, and

cleared his throat. That got her attention. She fairly jumped ten feet in the air.

“Whoa, easy there, honey. No need to get all rattled,” he said, trying to look charming. He probably

looked more like a prison escapee with his hair and clothes a sweaty mess.

“I promise, I’m not a serial killer. I just, well, I broke down and I’m really hoping you might have a nice,

cold drink of something. Of anything. Because, damn, I’m thirsty.” He left off the part about the phone.

She stared, wide-eyed and nervous, and started to look a little pale. It was as if she’d seen a ghost or

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something. He reached out a hand and touched her shoulder. It was hot from the sun and slippery from

the oil she’d rubbed all over. A mental picture of her rubbing herself down sprang to mind. Which, of

course, caused his dick to spring readily to life.
Down, boy.

“You okay?” Jeremy asked. “You’re white as a sheet.” He frowned, wondering if she’d gotten too

much sun. That quickly, his own troubles fled as concern for this strange beauty grew. “Maybe you ought

to get inside where it’s cooler. You aren’t looking so good.”

She blinked and appeared to give herself a mental shake. Jeremy sighed with relief.

“My name’s Jeremy Pickett, by the way. Sorry if I startled you.”

“No, um, you looked familiar is all. Like someone I know,” she explained, sounding sort of husky. Her

voice had a deeper pitch, as if she’d just woken up. Christ, even her voice was sexy.

“He must not be anyone you want to see again, considering the look of sheer panic on your face just a

few seconds ago.”

“Who?” she asked, still staring at him as if she wasn’t sure if he was there or not. His eyebrows rose

inquiringly. Maybe she was in worse need of a cold drink than he.

“Oh, right!” she exclaimed, finally grasping the thread of the conversation. “Well, actually he’s not real.”

W hat was that supposed to mean?
Jeremy wondered.
Not real?

She looked at him from head to toe. “What on earth happened to you?”

Jeremy smiled. “Unfortunately, my car broke down and I walked for awhile. Yours is the first house I’ve

come to.” He offered her a friendly wink and was pleased when she smiled at last. Then a nasty thought

wiggled into his mind, ruining the blissful moment.

“So, you alone out here?” he asked, wondering if there was a husband around. The beauty stopped