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As his hands went to the zipper of her jacket, she realized she hadn’t moved since he’d taken off his shirt. She watched as his biceps bunched and his pectorals rose and fell. She felt the jacket slip from her shoulders and arms and then the white shirt followed. As he undid the button of her slacks, her hands tentatively moved to his chest. He froze as her fingers explored him with the same wonder her eyes had. His skin was taut but smooth. She let her fingers glide over it, sliding up his chest and then riding over his shoulders. As though he’d woken, he unzipped her slacks and moved over her, easing her onto her back. As he settled down at her side and leaned in, she thought he was going to kiss her. But his face slowly passed hers and his lips grazed her jaw.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered against her neck, as he took a gentle bite.

Her hands moved eagerly over the rigid muscles of his arms. His tongue traced a line to the dip between her collar bones. Her fingers raked across his powerful back as he slid his body lower. Even as he cupped her through the sheer bra, his mouth nibbled its way to the same breast. He gently squeezed and sucked at the same time.

As she gasped, her back arched in response.

He was impossibly tender and yet her skin seemed on fire. No matter what he did, her body couldn’t help but respond. As though he sensed it, he quickly gnawed at the skin between her breasts. Her fingers dug into his hair as he slid lower, racing his tongue over her belly. His arm went under her, lifting her hips even higher, pulling her abdomen to his face as he kissed it.

Her breath came in deep rasps as tension coiled tighter with each press of his mouth. His tongue covered her, working lower, as a shiver of anticipation raced through her. Finally, his mouth was at the edge of her panties and her hips pushed higher in response. As his tongue pressed past the thin band, she moaned.

MOUNTAIN WILDS

An Erotic Expedition Novella

PART 2

By Hazel Hunter

“Get up!” Seth yelled as he threw open the door to Frank’s room. “Get up, you fat slug!”

As the door banged against the thin wall, Frank sat up on his cot.

“What?” he whined and then immediately began coughing.

Seth’s hands balled into fists at his sides.
The damn coughing
. It’d kept him up all night and now they’d slept too late.

“It’s been light outside for an hour already,” Seth said, loudly over the hacking.

Frank swung his big legs over the edge of the narrow cot and spit into the trash can. His hair was a mess, he’d slept in his clothes, and his beard was dirty.
Typical
.

Seth turned away and stalked to the main room of the cabin. He glanced at the wood burning stove but ignored it. They didn’t have time for that. Instead, he went to the wall where the guns hung and took down his revolver.

Holed up in the mountain wilderness of British Columbia, they’d never had to use their weapons for anything except shooting cans. The location of their pot growing operation was well hidden and remote. But, according to the Piper pilot who’d radioed last night, that might have changed.

Seth checked the rounds in the pistol and heard Frank’s lumbering steps on the floorboards behind him.

“What’s the hurry?” Frank grumbled.

“Millions of dollars of BC bud,” Seth sneered. “Or has all the smoking made you forget?”

Yesterday’s storm had kept them from checking the airstrip but today was clear. They’d also need to check the grow barns and the hydroelectric equipment on their way to the grass field. The dirt road would be muddy but drivable.

“Bring the Winchester,” Seth said, as he grabbed the Remington shotgun.

“What about coffee?” Frank said, as he took down the rifle. “And I’m hungry.”

Seth clenched his jaw. He’d prefer to leave Frank and go by himself but the slug had to pull his weight.

“Shut up,” Seth ground out. “And get in the truck.”

• • • • •

Months of being with pilot Logan Sanders had not prepared Jules for this moment. They had traveled together and worked side by side as her medical practice took her from one remote area of British Columbia to another. His boyish good looks had not gone unnoticed, nor the effect he had on women. But it had taken a plane crash to finally bring them together.

Dimly aware of the wool blanket beneath her, the lean-to above her, and the fire crackling a few feet away, the only sensation that mattered was Logan’s lips on her skin.

“Jules,” he murmured, between the light gnawing bites that ran along the top of her panties.

Her jacket and blouse were long gone but the minute that Logan had removed his shirt, she’d needed to touch him, stroke his skin and knead the hard muscles just beneath it. He’d responded with a long trail of kisses that had swept from her neck down past her navel.
 

Now, as he said her name, his deep voice rumbled into her as her back arched even higher. His enormous arm curled under her hips, lifting them to his mouth, and the wild coiling of anticipation there wound impossibly tight. She moaned with the intensity of it as her fingers dug into the thick hair at the back of his head. Every sensation of him seemed to register in that coil, winding tighter just below his insistent mouth. His massive torso pressed into her thighs. His arm captured her hips. His mouth owned her very skin.

Then, his fingers tugged at the slacks she still wore, sliding them lower, along with her panties. The stubble of his chin brushed toward her mound but then he stopped.

Was it second thoughts again?

She opened her eyes and looked down at him.

“Do I need a condom?” he asked, his fevered eyes staring hard into hers.

She blinked at him, almost not comprehending, and then realization dawned. She’d been about to have
unprotected
sex
.

What am I doing?

Her mind flashed on the way she’d pictured his body when they were in the plane–when he’d said he wanted kids. She stared at his face and that gorgeous body now.
Is
that
what I’m trying to do? Have kids?
Her mouth dropped open a little.
Is that why I brought it up? Is that why I slept next to him?

“Jules?” Logan said quietly, coming up on his elbows.

She blinked again, suddenly unsure of herself.

“Logan, I…” she said, her voice faltering.

She took a deep breath and slowly shook her head.

“Jules,” he whispered, as he got to his hands and knees. In moments he was at her side, propped on one elbow, his hand on the side of her face. “I thought you wanted this.”

His eyebrows drew together as he looked into her eyes.

“I…” she started but it felt like her heart was in her throat.

“It’s okay,” Logan said, lowly. “We don’t have to–”

“No that’s not it,” she blurted out. “I
do
want this. It’s just that…I think I’ve wanted it for a long time but I didn’t know.”

She searched his face for understanding and, as she watched, a smile eventually curled up one corner of his mouth.

“I want
you
,” he said, as his hand slipped to the nape of her neck. “Except I
did
know.”

“You–?” she started but then he leaned down and kissed her.

Tenderly, his lips silenced hers. She closed her eyes to their warm pressure but the shock of her realization remained. She felt his fingers gently slide along her neck. His mouth softly caressed hers, moving slowly. Unlike the burning urgency of before, his kiss was sweet–
Logan
was sweet. And he wanted
her
.

Her hand found the side of his face and, as she tilted her head the other way, she finally kissed him back. Her lips merged with his, reacting to every movement. Her heart pounded in her chest. His mouth worked faster, anticipating hers, deepening the kiss as she dragged in air through her nostrils. He captured her lower lip as she captured his upper. Then the positions reversed.

But when she wound her arms around his back, it was as though a dam had broken. All at once, his tongue was in her mouth, his chest pressed into her breasts, and his arousal pushed into her abdomen. The coil of tension that had built there earlier returned with a vengeance. As an aching need flared to life in her hips, they pushed back against him. Though they still wore their pants, she instinctively spread her legs as warmth flooded through her. His mouth released hers and he quickly settled himself between her knees. Then, without warning, his bulging arousal found her sweet spot.

Her back arched at the immediate pulsing in her groin and she moaned. As Logan supported himself on his elbows, she felt his breath coursing down her even as his hips met hers. She moaned again and her hips ground into him as she clutched his back.
 

She
did
want this–want
him
–and her body wanted his
badly
. But not like this.

“Condoms,” she panted, “in my doctor’s bag.”

As though it’d taken a few seconds for the words to penetrate, she felt his movements slow and finally stop. Then, she felt his weight leave her and she opened her eyes to see him at the bag.

“Side pocket,” she breathed.

With fascination, she watched the rippling of the muscles in his arms and sides as he quickly retrieved one of the foil packets but, as he turned back to her, he froze. Then his head whipped around toward the airstrip.

“Do you hear that?” he whispered.

Hear what?
 

Still breathing fast, she looked toward the plane. It rested at the edge of a grassy clearing, looking as though it might have landed–except for the shredded tires. The plane couldn’t be making any noise.
 

Then she heard it–an engine sound.

“Search and rescue?” she gasped as she reached for her blouse.

“It’s a car,” he said, as he leapt to his feet.

“That was quick!” she exclaimed.

Just as Logan had predicted, the clear weather and emergency locator transmitter had brought search and rescue.

“I don’t think so,” Logan said.

“What?”

She stopped buttoning her blouse and looked in the direction of the sound.

“Get dressed,” he said, as he threw on his polo shirt and jacket. He grabbed the axe, snapped the plastic cover in place, and tucked it into his belt.

Something was wrong. How did he know it wasn’t search and rescue? Logan went to the fire and kicked dirt onto it. In moments, it was out.

“We’ve got to hide,” he said, coming back to help her get up.

“Hide?” she said, as he tugged her after him. “From who?”

“Whoever is in that car,” he said.

• • • • •

“Well I’ll be damned,” Seth muttered.

A plane.

Frank stopped fiddling with the butterfly knife and even the coughing subsided for a few seconds.

“Keep an eye out,” Seth said as he angled the truck across the wet field.

“For…?” Frank started and then he started to cough again. He had to finish with a nod.

“For anything or anybody,” Seth answered.

In the three years he and his brother had been growing pot in this remote location, this was the first time anybody had come this close. Aside from their own pilot, that is. Only one more harvest and they’d be out of the freaking wilderness for good.
 

And now this.

“Damn,” he muttered.

He put the truck into its lowest gear and approached slowly. As they neared, he decided to circle it.

“Look at that,” he said. “The tires are blown.”

He swiveled his head to look in all directions. Unless there were bodies inside he couldn’t see, there were survivors. His hand went to the revolver on the bench seat next to him. All around was thick forest. Someone might be twenty yards away and impossible to see. First things, first.

“If we’re lucky,” Seth said, “there’ll be bodies inside.” He pulled the truck up in front of the propeller, set the brake, and killed the engine. He took one more look around the strip. “Let’s go.”

• • • • •

The man in the passenger seat–the one who wore a cap and was coughing–he was clearly carrying a rifle.

Dammit
, Logan thought.

“Oh my god,” Jules whispered.

They’d gotten as far into the trees as they could and still see the vehicle, a truck as it turned out. Unfortunately, that made sense. A truck would come in handy when it came time to load the planes.

Logan stared at the man with the rifle as he got out of the truck. In the silence of the mountains, his deep cough was clearly audible.

“How did you know?” Jules asked.

The two of them crouched behind a fallen tree trunk.

“I didn’t,” Logan whispered. “But SAR isn’t going to come by truck. They’d be in a helicopter. There’s really only one reason to have an airstrip in the middle of nowhere. Or a plane that uses it.” He turned to her. “Pot growers.”

Her eyes grew wide and she looked back to the plane. Logan had made a gamble. Being near the plane was the best place to be when it came to rescue. Not only would the Royal Canadian Air Force home in on the ELT, the plane had provided them the necessary emergency supplies they’d needed for the night. The closer you could stay to a crash site, the higher your chances of survival. That had been drilled into him in Iraq.

But an airstrip used by drug dealers would have to be close to their operation. They’d know if someone was using the strip and it’d only be a short drive away. His gamble hadn’t paid off and SAR hadn’t arrived in time. Distance was what they needed now.

“Come on,” he said.

Seth tossed the lid of the cooler aside.

“What the hell?”

“What?” rasped Frank.

“Drugs.”

Lots of them.

Along with the plastic box with the white lab coat and medical supplies, this was looking more and more like a doctor was on board.
Good
. A doctor they could deal with. Even a doctor and a pilot–unless they were one in the same. But, one man or two, it hardly made a difference. The main thing was they weren’t Mounties. They weren’t going to be armed.