Triple Dare (7 page)

He leant forward, laying his stomach on Anna’s back, her warm flesh branding his as he smoothed his hands around her side to cup her breasts. He held them loosely, their small but perfect shape slapping against his fingers with every thrust he punched into her. “Jesus, Anna.” He swallowed, sliding one hand from her breast, over her belly to stroke his fingers through her trimmed pubic hair. “You feel so damn good. This feels so damn good.”

“Ain’t that the truth.”

Rob’s hoarse pant made Joseph smile. His friend was on the verge of losing it. Sweat beaded on Rob’s forehead, his stomach jerked in a series of little hiccups and the muscles in his jaw were bunched.

Joseph returned his attention to Anna’s face, entranced with the vision of Rob’s cock pumping in and out of her mouth. Her lips glistened with moisture and a wave of giddy hunger crashed through him at the memory of those lips against his. Ah, Jesus, she had a beautiful mouth. And she moved it so well over Rob’s dick. Just as her pussy moved so well over his.

The soles of his feet began to tingle and he tore his stare from the sight of his friend’s cock disappearing into Anna’s mouth and pressed his lips to the back of her neck. “Gonna come soon, babe. Can’t hold on much longer.”

“Me either, Anna.” Rob’s voice sounded strangled. “I’m about to erupt. If you don’t want to take it in your mouth you better stop now.”

Anna’s body shifted under Joseph, and he lifted his head enough to watch her reach out with one hand and close it around Rob’s balls, sliding her mouth deeper down his shaft as she did so.

Rob sucked in a swift breath, his belly quivering. “I take it that’s a no for stopping?”

In response, Anna tugged on Rob’s balls and wriggled her backside, her pussy muscles pulsing around Joseph’s driving length. He groaned out a laugh, pinching her nipple in retaliation. “No fair.”

Working his fingers over the hood of her sex, he parted her folds until he found her clit. “You’re going to come before we do, babe.” He rolled one fingertip over its swollen form and watched her closed eyes squeeze tighter. “We’re close, but we’re not coming first. Not until you do.”

He pressed on her clit again, rubbed it with increasing speed as he pumped his cock harder, faster, deeper into her pussy.

She moaned around Rob’s cock, her mounting pleasure not just evident in the sound but in the pulsing pressure of her sex on his dick. He stroked into her faster, rolled his finger over her clit harder. Harder.

“Fuck, Anna, your mouth is so fucking…”

Rob’s raw growl got lost in a groan. Joseph saw his friend throw back his head, his nostrils flaring. He knew his best mate’s pain. He was there with him—the pain of an orgasm about to explode, not just through his balls and cock, but through his entire body.

“Come for me, Anna,” he ground out, rubbing her clit. Sinking his length into her sweet, tight pussy again and again and again. “Come for us now.”

He pinched her clit, squeezed it once between thumb and forefinger. She bucked beneath him, her hips thrashing into a wild, rhythmless spasm. Her orgasm claimed her, possessing her, making her sex constrict around his cock with such gripping force there was nothing he could do but erupt with her.

“Oh, Jesus, yes!” He slammed into her, head back, spine arched, teeth clenched. Wads of his semen spurt from him, pumping into the condom, coating his own dick as Anna’s pussy contracted and squeezed. Milking him of his seed with each pulse.

And still he thrust into her, incapable of stopping, the far-off cries of Rob’s climax, his best mate’s shouts of “fuck, fuck, yes, oh, yes, of fucking yes” only feeding his pleasure. Pushing him higher, higher, higher until he lost cohesion, all solidity, and fractured into a million pinpricks of rapture.

Chapter Six

“Pass me a sandwich, Hudo.”

Joseph turned his gaze from Anna where she sat at a rather antiquated communications radio in the far corner of the cabin and grinned at Rob. “You got hollow legs tonight, Thorton?”

Rob leant back in his chair—a wobbly wooden construction more suitable for fire tinder than a place to rest your backside. He crossed his ankles on the desk before him, taking, in Joseph’s humble opinion, his life into his hands. “Hey, I’m allowed to be hungry.” He wriggled his toes in his own thick fluorescent-green socks, took a mouthful of the beer he held in his hand and then grinned at Joseph. “I expended a lot of energy today.”

Joseph gave him a snort before digging around in the backpack at his feet for one of the saran-wrapped sandwiches Rob had packed that morning. His fingers closed around a spongy square and he tossed it to his friend. “That’s the last one. You may want to keep a hold of it.”

“What?” Rob raised his eyebrows, the very notion of saving food obviously filling him with mock distaste. “Not eat it now?”

Joseph shook his head and laughed, settling himself more comfortably in his own chair next to Rob. He turned his attention back to Anna and watched her flick a couple of the switches on the radio and turn a dial or two. She’d spent the last fifteen minutes trying to make contact with the Wolf Creek base station, cursing the old radio more than once, even giving it a thump every now and again.

He chuckled silently. At some stage of the game, he’d offer her his satellite phone, or draw her attention to the two-way walkie-talkie he couldn’t help but see poking out the top of her backpack by the door. But not yet. He suspected the fight with the old radio in the corner was a ruse to gather herself after what they’d just done. Some time to herself to think. That he could understand. What they’d just done was…

Awesome?

Amazing?

Profound?

Life-changing?

All four?

“You really like her, don’t you?”

Rob’s statement got him to swing his head back to his friend and give him a wry smile. “You could say that.”

Rob laughed, placing his beer on the floor beside him before pulling the sandwich in his hand into two uneven pieces. “I could say that? Well, apart from the fact you haven’t stopped looking at her for more than two seconds since we…finished…you offered to give her your vegemite sandwich
and
your beer. Gotta be serious when a bloke does that.” He smiled at Joseph before taking a bite out of the meal in his right hand. “I know
I’ve
never given a woman my sandwich and beer before.”

Joseph leant forward and snatched the half in Rob’s left hand. “Which is why,” he said with a wide grin, “you will die a lonely man.”

The smile on Rob’s face faltered—a split-second twitch Joseph would never have noticed if he didn’t know his friend as well as he did. He frowned, a small knot forming in his gut, and gave Rob a level stare. “What’s up, mate? Anything you want to tell me?”

A slight tension pulled at the edges of Rob’s eyes, almost imperceptible, and then he nodded, leaning farther back in his chair, his snow pants rustling like dry parchment. “Yeah. You owe me half a vegemite sandwich.”

“I don’t know how you Australians can eat that stuff.” Anna walked past the table and dropped into the seat beside Joseph, stopping him from demanding Rob tell him what the hell was up. She reached behind her head, pulled the band from her ponytail, and scruffed up her honey-blonde hair until it fell around her face in a golden mess. “It’s vile.”

Rob pulled an affronted expression, his eyebrows dipping in melodramatic, wounded pain. “Take it easy, love,” he said. “You attack vegemite, you attack Australia.”

Joseph studied his friend. For the first time since Anna had arrived on the mountainside not ninety-five percent focused on her. The uneasy knot in his gut rolled over on itself. Rob was hiding something. Rob never hid something. Not from him.

So, why’s he doing it now? And what
is
it he’s hiding?

“You don’t happen to have any Tim Tams in that backpack, do you?” Anna gave the pack at Joseph’s feet a hopeful look. “I’ve heard they’re yummy. Especially if you suck hot coffee through them.”

“The Tim-Tam Slam.” Rob nodded sagely. “A uniquely Australian and truly life-changing experience.”

Anna laughed, the relaxed sound easing the knot in Joseph’s stomach. Whatever Rob was hiding, it wasn’t stopping him being his usual flippant self. Flippant enough for them all to feel completely comfortable in each other’s presence despite what they’d shared after such a short space of time. Well,
he
felt comfortable, and seeing as Anna hadn’t gone running for her walkie-talkie the second Joseph withdrew his spent dick from her sweet wet sex to radio for help, he kind of figured she was comfortable too.

Actually, comfortable
was
the wrong word, at least to describe his current state. With every second he spent looking at her, he was growing distinctly
un
comfortable. His cock was growing thicker and longer far too quickly for public decency. His snow pants were far too chaffing to sit still and take it like a man.

He shifted on his chair, lurching a little to the side. “Bloody hell,” he muttered.

A fine, warm hand pressed on his hip, searing his skin through his trousers, and he looked up from the floor to see Anna smiling at him. “Falling for me so quickly, Joe?”

The question, asked no doubt in jest, sent a shard of tension straight to Joseph’s suddenly very hard cock. He stared at her like a dumb-struck teenager, lost for words.

She gazed back at him, the smile on her lips—her full, totally kissable lips—fading.

“I think the answer to that is yes, Anna McCarthy,” Rob offered. “Very much a yes.”

She flicked a glance at Rob, but only a quick one, before her attention fixed on Joseph again.

The cabin fell silent, the only sound the night wind rising outside, streaming over the side of the mountain like an icy river. Joseph looked at Anna, his mouth dry. He wanted to say something, but couldn’t. Jesus, why was he feeling so flustered? He never felt like this in corporate meetings, staring down bank managers and supply executives. Why couldn’t he think of a thing to say now?

Because it’s important now, Joseph. It
means
something now. What you say next could change the rest of your life.

He swallowed, a numb pressure growing in his chest, his eyes eating her up. How had this happened? How had he fallen so deeply so quickly?

Fallen where? In love?

Can’t be. Not yet. He knew so little about her.

A wild gust of wind slammed against the cabin, shattering the tense silence within with a squealing protest of wood. The windows rattled and Joseph jumped. They
all
jumped. Anna blinked quickly as she jerked in her seat, as if coming out of a trance. Rob burst out into loud, if somewhat nervous laughter.

“So, Ranger McCarthy,” Rob said, his socked feet hitting the floor with a dull thud, “we’re obviously not heading back to Wolf Creek tonight. What do you suggest we do?”

Anna’s cheeks turned pink, a delicate shade that made Joseph want to cup her face in his hands and place his lips on hers.

Deep, Joseph. So deep so damn fast.

She flicked him a quick look, her eyes reflecting something he couldn’t decipher, and then turned to Rob. “Poker?”

Rob lifted an eyebrow. “Strip poker?”

Joseph’s cock—rapidly growing harder than semi-hard—pulsed in approval, and he bit back a low groan.

Anna gave Rob an enigmatic little smile. “Strip poker? Isn’t it too cold for strip poker?”

Rob leant forward in his seat, the wood creaking beneath him, a grin playing with the corners of his mouth as he ran a deliberately suggestive inspection over her upper body. “I’m game. Are you?”

She flicked Joseph another look, and he couldn’t miss the way her nipples pinched into rigid points. Nor the way her tongue flicked out to wet her bottom lip. “I’m good at poker.”

Joseph
wasn’t
good at poker. And he was wearing nothing more than a pair of snow pants, socks and his thermal. Which meant he’d be buck-naked in about three hands.

Or sooner if you throw the cards away and do exactly what you want to do instead.

His cock jerked in his pants, in total, eager agreement. What he wanted to do…

Well, do it, Hudo.

His ass clenched as thick desire poured through his groin.

Do it.

He snapped to his feet, his plastic seat jolting away from the back of his thighs to tumble over. In two strides, he rounded the table and stopped directly in front of Anna to give her a level stare. “I don’t want to play poker.” He leant forward a little, combed his fingers into the golden strands of her hair at her nape and held her head still. “I want to make love to you. I want to bury myself in your sweet wet pussy and fuck you until you scream my name.”

He lowered his face closer to hers. “And I want to do it while Rob fucks you at the same time.”

Anna’s eyes widened, her lips parting.

“Bloody hell, Hudo.” Rob shifted in his chair, his voice tight. “When you decide to go for it, you don’t hold back.”

Joseph raised his head a fraction, gave his best mate a direct look and then returned his gaze to Anna. “Come on,” he said on a low whisper. “I dare you.”

Anna’s pulse didn’t just pound in her neck, it hammered.
I dare you.
She licked her lips, her pussy already squeezing in damp anticipation.

I dare you.

There was so much in those three words: a challenge of sexual contact beyond any she’d experienced before. A challenge to release herself to the fantasy she’d harbored the moment she’d set eyes on the two Australians. A challenge to deny the apprehension of their earlier threesome. But there was more, so much more in his eyes. In his eyes, those cookie-brown eyes she’d been drawn to from the start, she saw his desire. Not just sexual, but emotional. It made no sense. They hardly knew each other, but this man, with his sexy-as-sin accent, his caring eyes and warm wit, made her just plain gooey inside in the most wonderful way imaginable.

Her heart leapt faster and her mouth went dry.

Love at first sight? Who would have thought you were a romantic, Ranger McCarthy?

She tilted her face up to Joseph’s, letting a slow smile curl her lips. “I accept your dare, Joseph Hudson.”