Peppermint Creek Inn (35 page)

Oh, yes! That’s it!

Her vaginal muscles eagerly clenched around his hot shaft.

He groaned. Thrust his hips hard. Pumped her cunt.

Long, hard, delightful strokes that blew her mind.

Her pussy contracted wickedly all around his thick flesh and she matched his frantic movements with her own.

Their bodies strained toward the lightning speed of ecstasy.

He whispered her name over and over again. Pumped deeper, faster, harder.

The vibrator filled her ass every time his cock left her pussy. The movements were synchronized so perfectly she couldn’t believe the incredible sensations that threatened to tear through her.

Wave after wave of sensual vibrations grew and grew.

Her fingers tweaked and twisted her nipples until the pleasure-pain became unbearable.

His cock sank into her again. The vibrator pumped her ass with wicked thrusts. The pleasure increased. Twirled all around her.

She tightened her legs around his hard hips and then everything exploded.

Her mouth dropped open and a silent erotic gasp escaped her lips. For a moment, she couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t believe the brilliant sparks of sharp pleasure that ripped her apart.

Such wondrous pleasure.

Then she found her mind again and her sexual instincts took over. Her hips bucked harder against him as she fought to keep the carnal edge of bliss all around her.

Fought to keep her sanity as the painful orgasm rocked her.

Spasms churned through her cunt with lightning speed. Pulsing and burning.

The orgasms continued. One after another.

Sharp-edged. Dazzling.

When she could bear no more, she felt Tom come inside her.

Felt his hot sperm seep deep into her womb and hopefully filling her with life.

—

The hot spray from the handheld shower nozzle snapped against Tom’s face making him shout at Sara who was giggling in the shower stall with him. Her long hair was soaked and tangled and fell all over her bouncing breasts. Her face was sweetly flushed, the aftereffects of him making love to her several times during the evening.

“Just wanted to make sure you’re awake to watch this,” she cooed as she lowered the shower nozzle and aimed it at his cock.

“Shit! Woman!” he growled as the hot needles of water pulsed against his already painfully hard cock. For a split second he thought he might explode and orgasm on the spot, but she quickly aimed the spray away and against her plump breasts.

The light skin of her curvy mounds quickly grew pink from the pelting hot water. Her nipples, already a burgundy color, darkened and elongated, stabbing into the air begging his mouth to take them.

Her full lips parted a little and her eyelids lowered slightly.

“You know I’ve had visions of you looking like this,” he said softly as he watched her breasts swell beneath the pelting spray.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, of you leaning over me when you thought I was unconscious all those days ago.”

Her eyes widened and the tiniest smile tilted her luscious lips.

“By the way you’re smiling, I’d have to assume they are memories.”

He inhaled a sharp breath as her fingernails scraped delicately along the full length of his shaft. She cupped his scrotum and squeezed gently until he growled and blew out a tense breath.

“Don’t try to change the subject, sweetness,” he warned.

“Yes, it’s true. I confess. I came so close to mounting you while you were unconscious. The sight of your big cock had me all hot and horny.” Her eyes dilated with lust. He could barely hear her next words above the sound of the water spraying against her breasts. “You don’t know how hot and horny, Tom. I’ve never felt this way with Jack.”

“Never?”

She shook her head and licked a bead of water from the seductive curve of her upper lip. “What Jack and I had was a gentle, tamed kind of love. What you and I have is…” Her voice trailed off as she searched for the right words.

“Something carnal? Lusty? Erotic?”

She grinned seductively and flung a dangling thread of her tangled hair off her face. “All of the above and yet something else, too. Something deep and untamed. Primitive.”

“Like, soul mates?”

“I think so.”

“You think so? Hmm, maybe I should do something to make you know so?” He yanked the showerhead from her hand and she squealed as he easily grabbed both her wrists. Holding them together, he gently pushed her thin frame against the white ceramic tiled wall.

“Spread your legs for me, sweetness and I’ll show you exactly how I can make you know how you feel.”

“And if I said no?”

“I’ll bite your nipples, if you don’t comply. And I bite hard.”

She shivered visibly.

“Do it now, sweetness.”

A sexy smile tilted her pink lips and her breasts heaved with excitement as she debated whether to test his patience. In the end, she spread her legs wide for him.

“Put your hands on my shoulders and keep them there.”

She did as he instructed and he got down on his hands and knees. His cock tightened even harder as he looked up and saw her heavy breasts dangling like ripe melons above him. Her eyes were now dark with desire and she whimpered as his gaze slid to her pussy. Her pussy lips were ripe, pink and swollen. Her clit was plump and purpled with arousal and had dropped past her labia. Cream stained her inner legs.

She was prepared for him. Already wet. Well lubricated. Ready to be penetrated by his weighty and engorged cock.

For a moment he thought of standing, of slamming his shaft into her tight pussy and forgetting about foreplay. Managing to clamp down on the lust threatening to make him lose control, he instead concentrated on grabbing the showerhead where it had fallen on the stall floor and switched it to full pulse.

The warm spray gushed harder. Faster.

Aiming it between her legs, he watched eagerly as the harsh jet of water slammed against her succulent clit. She yelped at the impact, her nails digging sharply and painfully into his shoulders.

Oh, yeah. She was hot and she was enjoying the sharp spray coming at her pussy.

He kept the pulsing showerhead mere inches from her quivering vagina and watched as her nostrils flared. Listened to her erotic moans slip from between her luscious lips.

Her body tightened. Her legs trembled. Her eyelids fluttered.

She arched her hips against the showerhead giving him an awesome view of the bottom curves of her cute quivering ass cheeks, the smooth plastic end of the butt plug he’d placed inside her again. The erotic sight sent blades of lust searing along his shaft.

The muscles in her thighs quivered. She gasped out his name and he cupped her cunt, stopping the spray from arousing her any further. He could feel the sticky heat of her pussy, the plump outline of her clit pressed erotically against his palm. God! She was literally dripping with desire.

The cinnamon smell of her sex slammed into his nostrils and his cock pulsed in answer.

His heartbeat thumped madly in his ears. She cried out as his fingers found her swollen clitoris and he stroked her pleasure nub quickly, efficiently, until her hips gyrated.

When he released the pressure, she staggered. In a flash he stood, his right hand sliding over the sensual curve of her wet hip. With his other hand, he guided his aching cock between her velvety pussy lips and slipped into her tiny cunt in one thrust that had her backing hard against the wall and whimpering her approval.

With the butt plug inside her, she was tight. Unbelievably, beautifully tight. He just couldn’t get over it. The eager way her vaginal muscles clamped around his hard flesh had him clenching his teeth against the white-hot blades of lightning that threatened to rip him apart. But he didn’t want to come just yet. He wanted to fuck her slowly. Wanted to watch the beautiful pink flush stain her cheeks.

Her nails dug deeper into his shoulders making him wince.

Shit!

He wouldn’t be surprised if she was drawing blood. Clasping her hips hard, he started a slow thrust. An agonizing slow withdrawal that had her gasping and her silky, greedy pussy trying to suck him back in.

She shook and trembled as he continued the torturous pace. He could feel the sperm building fast in his testicles. Pulsing and throbbing until the pressure in his balls almost had him dropping to his knees.

Her thighs closed, her vaginal muscles clenched tighter around him as he slammed back into her. It was then that he realized he didn’t have a condom nearby.

Cripes! Wearing no condom was getting to be a bad habit.

“Protection,” he ground out. He was ready to pull out when her hands curled harder around his shoulders, stopping him.

“Don’t,” she whimpered. “I want this. I want us. God! I want you, Tom. Just like this. No barriers.”

There was a hysterical edge to her voice. It sent a tiny fissure of fear racing through him, but she bucked her hips hard and ground her pelvis into him, chasing away his fear with lusty blades of arousal.

He would think later. Right now, he needed to please her.

He thrust into her tiny slit again.

Hard and fast.

Fierce and mighty.

Her tight cunt spasmed around his length, unleashing something wildly exhilarating. He just about lost his mind in the carnal bliss.

He was so hot now. Consumed with need. With pleasure. Wanting to make love to her. Burning with fire.

Rocking his hips against her, he met her every buck with fierce pounding thrusts. Her slippery cunt clenched harder. He drove his thick rod into her over and over again until the pressure in his balls exploded.

His cock burst like a stick of dynamite spewing hot jets deep into her wildly bucking body.

Both their climaxes seemed never ending. Sweat trickled into his eyes, yet he kept thrusting.

Flesh slapped against flesh.

He ground harder. His balls emptying more of his love juices.

God help him, this climax was awesome.

Her cunt was slick. Well oiled. Demanding.

Oh, so demanding as she milked him dry.

When they came down from their highs, he lifted her weary body into his arms and carried her to bed.

—

The tantalizing aroma of fresh brewing coffee mingling with sizzling bacon and eggs roused Tom from his satisfying sleep. He opened his eyes and instinctively reached out for Sara. His hand fell on emptiness.

He experienced a momentary panic, but the heavenly memories of last night flooded through him bringing a contented smile to his lips. He didn’t have to remember if he’d ever made love to another woman in his life. Something told him that after Sara there would never be another.

No two bodies could fit so perfectly together. All her soft curves matching with his hard angles. As if they’d been molded for each other.

As if they were…soul mates?

The warmth filling his heart froze and a groan of pure anguish ripped through him making him bolt straight up in the bed.

Today could very well be their last day together. When her sister or Garry called again and they discovered he was a fugitive, they’d have no choice but to turn him in.

Unless he did something drastic. Like take matters into his own hands. Like go on the run and take Sara with him.

It wasn’t the kind of future he wanted for her but at the moment it was the only way they could stay together. They could use the ten grand they’d found in the bike’s saddlebags and hop in her truck and head for Thunder Bay. Once there, they could ditch the truck in a mall parking lot and get on a bus or a train. His heart picked up speed as the idea took root. People disappeared without a trace everyday.

Excitement built as he hopped out of bed and quickly donned his clothing.

They could head way out west. Maybe to British Columbia? He could get a job on the docks. They could have kids.

He smiled as he remembered fucking Sara without a condom more than once. The thought of it made an odd kind of warmth that he’d never experienced before slip through him.

Maybe he’d made her pregnant.

There was no way in hell he’d let a kid of his grow up without a dad. No way he would live without Sara.

What they needed to do was get a real solid plan together, but first he’d put the truck into the barn and get the motorcycle in the back of it.

By the time he was finished with that task, breakfast would be ready and he’d allow Sara one more peaceful meal before breaking the news to her, before telling her he wanted to stay with her forever and they had to go on the run. While they packed, they could plan how to make everyone believe she was on another peppermint product delivery trip. It would keep anyone from looking for them for several days.

If they were lucky, they’d be on the road in a couple of hours.

Yes, this could definitely work.

Grabbing his leather jacket, he put it on and withdrew the truck keys from the pocket before heading for the back door. His heart pounded wickedly in his chest as he trotted across the cool mist-enshrouded yard and opened the barn doors.

Once they got a few miles down the highway, they could dump the bike somewhere on a side road or drag it into the woods so no one would ever find it.

Shit! He really could make this happen. Why the hell had he been so resistant to the idea before? He’d been a fool thinking he could live without her. A dreamer thinking Jo and Garry could help him. There were no guarantees they would even believe him. They might simply turn him over to the authorities. He’d never see her again.

Yes, this idea of going on the run definitely sounded like the way to go. Maybe when he regained his memory, and he’d learn the truth and he was innocent he’d have the ammunition he needed to keep himself out of jail. He and Sara might not even have to be fugitives for long.

Leading the bike to the edge of the open barn doors, he popped the stand and started toward the parking lot where they’d left the truck. He’d taken only several steps out of the barn when he stiffened. A shadow stood in the white fog not more than twenty feet away. For a moment, he thought it was Sara but the gun in the person’s hand made him realize he was wrong.