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His harsh breathing reverberated in the humid space as a lover’s whisper. She felt his fingers circling her opening, spreading her wide for him, and finally the hot blunt tip of his c**k was poised at her entrance.
Gemma held her breath for that first hard, deep thrust.
She wasn’t expecting the icy cold water he dumped over her burning ass. She screamed.
And Cash slammed into her cunt to the hilt and began to ride her. His fingertips curved into her waist as he kept her in place to take his thrusts.
Water dripped down the outside of her thighs. Her juices coated the inside of her thighs. Her butt cheeks were on fire, yet chilled. She couldn’t see him. She could scarcely suck air into her lungs that wasn’t filled with his scent.
But she could feel him. Lord. There wasn’t a single part of her body that wasn’t intensely aware of every inch of him.
“Touch yourself.” His voice was little more than a hoarse rasp. “Come when I’m inside you. Take me there.”
Although he was f**king her hard and she needed both hands for balance, she managed to reach between her legs long enough to coax another orgasm from her swollen clit, feeling her internal muscles clamp down on his cock.
He plunged into her three more times and stopped, letting loose a guttural groan as se**n burst forth in hot spurts. She actually felt his heat. Her inner walls pulsed, keeping that supreme male hardness buried deep inside her.
After the sexual haze cleared from her mind, his legs twitched behind hers. Then his hot tongue zigzagged up her spine causing her to shiver anew.
“See? I think you smell good. You taste good too. Sorta like my own personal salt lick, eh?”
Gemma was too stunned to speak.
“You okay?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
Cash pulled out and swore. “Shit. I forgot a condom.”
“I doubt I can get pregnant at my ripe old age.” She pushed herself off the stall into an upright position. “You know I haven’t been with anyone since Steve. I sort of missed the whole AIDS scare. What about you?”
He laughed softly. “Last time I had sex without a condom was the summer Macie was conceived. That’s why I ain’t got any more kids, a case of the clap, or anything else.”
“Good to know.”
Cash spun her and tugged her into his arms for a sweet, intense, exhaustive kiss.
“What was that for?” she murmured against his chest.
“For lettin’ me be bold and bawdy. For bein’ the hottest, sexiest winyan I’ve ever put my hands on. You drive me wild, Gemma Jansen. There’s a million things that need to be done around here and the only thing I can think about is doin’ you. Over and over.”
“You sweet talker.” Gemma kissed his Adam’s apple. “I’m starved. Let’s go inside and get cleaned up before we eat. Where are my clothes?”
“Who cares? I prefer you half-naked. Or all naked.”
“Well, no matter what you prefer, I ain’t struttin’ across the yard wearing nothin’ but my pants around my boots and a big-ass smile.”
“At least you ain’t cryin’ this time.”
Gemma froze. “What?”
“Don’t try to pretend it didn’t happen. I heard you that first night. Up in your room.”
“You did?”
“Yeah. Even though part of me understands why you were bawlin’, another part of me felt like you kicked me in the balls.”
“It wasn’t about you.”
“I know. Don’t mean that it changes the way it made me feel.” He kissed her forehead and draped her shirt and bra around her neck. “Get dressed. I’ll meet you up at the house.” And he was gone.
Cash was wrong. Gemma felt like crying all over again.
Chapter Thirteen
Macie woke up and didn’t know where she was.
Seemed like that had happened to her a lot lately. Right. She was such a wild child.
She sat up and looked around. Ah. She was in Carter’s trailer.
But where was Carter?
Out in that run-down barn he called a studio? She called out, “Carter?”
No answer.
As she stood and stretched, she squinted at the clock. Five thirty? She’d slept for three hours? Dammit. Why hadn’t Carter woken her up?
Macie remade the bed and noticed nothing else was out of place. No dirty clothes scattered across the carpet. No dog-eared skin magazines stacked on the nightstand. The ceiling fan was even dust-free.
Talk about being a neat freak.
She made a pit stop in the bathroom and wandered into the living area. Not the bachelor pad she expected with leather couches, a big screen TV and neon beer signs.
He’d shoved an ugly green and orange plaid sofa beneath the windows. A brown corduroy recliner sporting several silver patches of duct tape was kitty-corner to the door.
The pressed wood coffee table didn’t host a pile of remote controls. Or an empty beer can. Or a discarded newspaper. No personal objects covered the scarred surface.
The temporary feel to the place made her sad. Mostly because it reminded her of every place she’d ever lived.
As she walked to the kitchen she realized the trailer wasn’t completely devoid of decoration; an entire wall was devoted to pictures. Family pictures.
In the largest one, eight smiling faces stared back at her. The infamous McKay family. Five men, one girl and a couple who didn’t look old enough to have so many kids. By looking at younger Carter, she realized the picture was several years old. She 93
scrutinized each person. All of the men were tall, with broad chests and shoulders. Three of the sons resembled their father: dark brown hair, rugged features and indigo eyes.
Carter and another brother looked more like their mother: curly, lighter hair made up of every shade from red to blond, eyes as blue as the Wyoming sky, and their bone structure ran more to chiseled than rugged. The only girl inherited the best from each of her parents: her father’s dark hair and eyes and her mother’s angular face and blindingly beautiful smile.
Macie inched closer to scrutinize the dozens of snapshots. A picture of a young Carter and his dad dressed in camouflage, sitting next to a dead buck. A photo of one brother on the back of an enormous bucking bull. Another pic of a man in Army fatigues, squinting into the desert sun. A studio picture of his sister in a formal pink ball gown. A McKay man holding a baby and grinning proudly at the camera. A shot of a two-year-old boy standing beside a Christmas tree wearing brand new cowboy boots and a diaper. A dark-haired brother waving from the seat of a John Deere tractor with jagged mountain peaks towering in the background. Carter wearing a cap and gown sandwiched between his parents. A photo of all five McKay sons mounted on horses.
