Rebound (Tryst Island Series) (7 page)

He eased two fingers into her slick cunt and drew on that button again, and enjoyed the feel of her orgasm around him.

Enjoyed, yes, but he was damn ready for his own release.

Nevertheless, he spent considerable time probing her depths, searching. And he found it. That place, deep inside where the nerves were so raw they couldn’t be denied. She seized again—gasping and wailing and quaking—as he stroked it. She clenched him so fiercely he was afraid for his sanity. He could only think of that tight grasp on his cock.

Aw, hell. He couldn’t wait. Not a moment longer.
 

She’d come at least three times—that he’d counted—that was going to have to do.

He yanked off his pajama bottoms. His cock sprang out, primed and ready for action.
 

“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice gruff, needy.

“Oh yes, Cam,” she moaned. “Fuck me. Fuck me now.”

She should be annoyed. He’d teased her mercilessly, all while making her keep her arms over her head so she couldn’t even participate—or interfere. Couldn’t direct him. He’d nearly driven her mad before he finally let her come, but that last climax had been the most powerful she’d ever known.

She should be annoyed.

She couldn’t be. She was too damn desperate for outrage.

Even as he’d brought her to bliss time and time again, he’d kept urging her on. Higher. Higher. Hunger raged in her womb. She ached for the feel of his hard, hot cock. She wanted him, needed him to slide in, deep and full. She needed him to come home.

He levered up on his knees and hooked his arms under her thighs, pulling her forward. His cock stood, high and proud on his belly, though the weight of it caused a slight sideways droop. It was a perfect cock.

She’d felt him in her, but never seen him before. A sudden urge to taste him overcame her and saliva pooled in her mouth. But as strong as the urge was, she knew this wasn’t the time.

This was the time for fucking.

“Do it.”

His nostrils flared as she issued her command. He fisted his cock and seated himself at the mouth of her pussy. The tip kissed her hot skin and he hissed. “God, Kristi.”

“Do it. Please.” She wiggled a little to encourage him. She loved the way the smooth head of his cock felt rubbing against her slit.

He eased in.

Not hard and hot and fast as she’d hoped, but heavens, slow was even better. It gave her time to luxuriate in each exquisite sensation. He filled her, broached her with a steady, even onslaught. Every nerve in that tight channel sang as he stretched her.
 

She cried out when he withdrew, but he immediately reversed direction and filled her again, this time more deeply. And out. And in. And again. Each measured plunge went just a fraction of an inch farther.

He was doing it again. Driving her crazy. But she loved it.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and tried to pull him all the way in. It didn’t work. He just chuckled and kept up the deliberate torment.

So she decided to torment him right back.

She squeezed.

He flinched. “Don’t do that,” he growled.

“Why not?”

“Seriously Kristi. Don’t. I want to do this right. I want to make you come again.”

She tried not to put out a lip, but…really? “Well, you’re not doing it right.” The look on his face, like an offended little boy, made her laugh. And then he winced, because when she laughed, she squeezed again.

His eyes took on an unholy light. His grip on her hips tightened. He pulled out, almost all the way. And plunged in.
 

Everything within her constricted. Every fiber of her being sang. A glorious bliss rumbled through her in wave upon wave upon wave.
 

She was barely aware that he was still moving, that he’d found the spot, the one he’d stroked before, the one that sent shards of electricity sizzling up and down her spine. He’d found it and was massaging it, just teasing it, back and forth, while she blossomed around him.

And then he reached his limit as well. He came to the end of his tether. His patience for teasing ran out.

He set his hips into a frantic, wild rhythm, the hard manic thrusts she craved. Short and hard and deep. His cock kissed her womb and she exploded again, writhing and gasping and fluttering around his length.
 

He was there, on the verge, she could feel it in the intensity of his crazed lunges, in the tenor of his moans, in the sweat sheening his skin. The scent of arousal, hers and his, twined, creating a heady perfume that clung to the air.
 

His cock swelled.
 

His hips churned.

Her body wept.

Sanity fled.

Somewhere in the deep miasma of roiling bliss, she felt the hot rushing tide of his orgasm as he flooded her. She gloried in it. Welcomed it. Jet after jet of scalding passion. All for her.

It seemed to go on forever.
 

Finally, he slowed and pulled out, but gradually, reluctantly. She certainly didn’t want him to withdraw. Not ever. But he took her mouth with his, possessed her with his tongue in a breathy kiss to make up for the loss.

Then he collapsed at her side, gasping.

They said nothing.

Didn’t need to.

When he recovered, he pulled her into his arms and held her, gently stroking her skin while she fell asleep. Stroking her, as though he couldn’t bear to let her go.

Chapter Five

Kristi woke up sometime before dawn and gazed at him through the shadows. Cam Jackson. Asleep at her side. Amazing.

He looked so innocent and adorable in his slumber, sprawled out naked, snuffling slightly.
 

Also, hot.

So hot.

She thought about kissing him awake, teasing him as he’d teased her, but she wanted to get back to her room before Bella and Cassie awoke. So she quietly gathered her nightgown, slipped it over her head and tiptoed from the room.

The great room was empty. Apparently Holt had survived his bludgeoning. She tried to feel sorry about that, but couldn’t. She’d told him no, after all. A man had to listen, no matter how dominating he thought he was.

She made her way into her room, and glanced at the silent lumps in the other two beds. Thank God they were still asleep.

Bella especially.

She didn’t know why keeping her affair with Cam from her sister mattered so much. There’d been a day when they’d been close, told each other everything. She’d screwed that up, of course. It had taken years of work to achieve the fragile comfort they had with each other. But lately something had changed between them. Everything had gone sour again. Kristi had no idea why.

She slipped under her covers, shivering at the kiss of the cool sheets, and closed her eyes. But she didn’t sleep. She replayed her amazing tryst with Cam over and over in her head. And she wondered…would they do it again? And when?

 
She must have drifted off at some point, because when she opened her eyes once more, sunlight was streaming into the room and the smell of brewing coffee teased her nostrils.
 

The other beds were empty.

She flung off her covers and pulled on a pair of jeans, a funky T-shirt and her boots. Skipping her shower in her haste to see him again, she headed downstairs.

The great room was empty, but she could see Bella standing on the deck staring out at the water, sipping a mug of coffee. Kristi poured herself a cup and, girding her loins, joined her sister at the rail.

It was a beautiful day. The sunlight skipped over the water creating glittering diamond trails. Seagulls wheeled and cawed in the sky. The briny scent of the sea clung to the gentle breeze. In the distance a fin surfaced, followed by the rise of a magnificent orca’s fluke.

Bella glanced at her and then turned back toward the vista. “Morning.”

“Good morning.” Kristi tried to sound chipper—to balance her sister’s morose mood. “How did you sleep?”

“Shitty.”

Her heart stuttered. “Really?”

Deep laughter rose from the terraced yard and Kristi glanced down. Holt and Cam were splitting wood on a stump. Lane lounged in a beach chair, holding a beer and supervising.

Of course her attention zeroed in on Cam. He was so hot, dressed in tight jeans and a wool shirt-jacket. With the axe in hand, decked out in plaid, he could be a hunky lumberjack. A smile curled her lips.

Bella snorted.

The sharp sound caught Kristi’s attention. “What?”

She didn’t expect Bella to spin on her in a fury. She certainly didn’t expect the vitriol and hostility of her words. “I know about the two of you.”

Her breath stalled in her throat. She swallowed.
Shit
.

“I was awake when you left the room. And I was awake when you finally came back. I can’t believe you. One day. One day after dumping your boyfriend of three years and you’re already in some other guy’s bed? Un-fucking-believable.”

Kristi didn’t know what to say. Yes, it was true. But was it really so wrong? Did she really deserve such animosity?
 

She shrugged. “It’s just a rebound thing.”

As surprising as Bella’s anger had been, the tears surprised her more. “You
knew
I liked him. You knew!”

Kristi blinked. God. No. She hadn’t known. “I—”

“Oh, shut up. I don’t want to hear it.” She glared at the guys who were stacking wood on the pile. “I should have realized when you mentioned you and Rolf were done. I should have known. I saw the way he ogled you. Like he wanted to eat you up.”

Bella turned her head away, but Kristi couldn’t miss the falling tears. They stained the sleeves of her sister’s hoodie with dark spots. And although Bella was prickly at the moment, and probably wouldn’t appreciate it, she put her arm around her shoulder. “I’m sorry, Bell. I didn’t know you liked him like that. When he made that proposal last night, I just couldn’t resist.”

Bella pursed her lips. “Is that what you call it? A proposal? Not what it looked like to me.”

Kristi’s brows furrowed. When would Bella have seen them? They’d been so careful to keep their exchanges private. “What are you talking about?”

But her sister didn’t answer. Just then Cassie floated out onto the deck, funneling her fingers through her long black hair. “Morning peeps.” She glanced at Bella and then at Kristi, raising a brow in question. Kristi shook her head. Her telling look said,
don’t ask. You don’t want to know
.

And Cassie was savvy enough to keep her mouth shut.

But clearly this conversation wasn’t finished. Before this weekend was over, she and Bella needed to have a heart to heart.

Cam tossed the last log onto the woodpile and he and Holt secured the tarp over the wood. He shook the splinters and bark from his gloves and winced as pain shot through his hand. He pulled off the gloves and examined his bruised knuckles.

Holt rubbed his cheek. “Serves you right.”

“Yeah. Sorry about that.” He wasn’t. Not really. He’d do it again in a New York minute if he saw Holt’s lips anywhere near Kristi again. “But you know me. I’m territorial.”

“So am I.”

They faced off, two friends, staring each other down. Holt had to see it. He had to understand. Kristi was his.
His
.

Holt offered a lazy, cocksure grin. “Dude. No need to go all Neanderthal. I was just letting her know she had options.”

“You were eating her face.”

“It was a kiss.”

“She was struggling.”

“Only for a bit.”

Cam’s hackles rose. His fingers flexed.

Holt stepped back. “Relax. No need to pummel me again. I got the message.”

“Did you? And what message was that?”

His friend blew out a grunt. “She’s crazy about you.”

She was crazy about him.
Something, much like elation, curled in his gut. “Um, what do you mean?”

“The whole time I was plying her with my seductive whiles, she was talking about you. Cam this. Cam that. It’s always been Cam for me.”

“Always been… What?”

“Kind of off-putting. Also, she kisses like a cold fish.”
 

The hell she did!

Holt grimaced. “Nothing. Not a hint of passion. No tongue, hell, no response at all. I must be losing my touch,” he muttered.

Relief, twined with the trails of aggravation, seeped into Cam’s soul. “Good.” Fucking good. Fucking great.

“So…” Holt studied him from beneath thick, dark lashes. “Is it serious between you, or just a fling? Because if it’s just a fling, if she’s just fucking you to get it out of her system, I’d like to know.”

Okay. He was going to have to murder his best friend. Awesome.

Holt winced at his expression. “Whoa. Chillaxe, Cam. I was just kidding.”