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As her eyes met his, they were dreamy and calm. Glassy and a sweet, summer green, they were the most beautiful thing he’d witnessed in his entire life up to that moment, and his breath left his body in one great rush.

  “Are you ready for more? You took that so beautifully, Shelli, I’ve never tasted someone so sweet.”

  “Yes.” It came out throaty and low, his spine tingling with the promise of it and his cock got infinitely harder.

  Her delicate hands traced lightly against his lower back and skated along the v-shaped muscles pointing down, lighting a fire within him he was sure would not be extinguished by this one encounter. He needed more, but he would take what she so sweetly offered him, at least for now.

  “Reach down and guide me in. That’s a good girl. We’ll go at your pace.”

  They both sucked in a long breath as her small hands gripped him. He met her surprised eyes with a warm smile and tried not to be smug about her reaction.

  “Oh god, that’s good.” She pushed him closer to her warm wet heat, her small hands reaching around to firmly grip his ass in a bold move that surprised him and endeared her to him all the more.

  He was a patient man, but this slow teasing ascent was almost more than his control to take. Slowly sinking in up to the hilt, a small whimper greeted him as he bumped up against her cervix. He pulled back a little to check in, but Shelli’s gaze was plastered to where their bodies joined. He pulled out and thrust back in to tease her, and she went absolutely wild against him, yanking him closer and melding her lips up against his, uncaring that she could taste herself on him. Cal tightened his grip in her hair and thrust harder, setting a firm pounding rhythm as he pulled her closer. He couldn’t get close enough — her tongue tangling with his, his cock thrumming up against the tip of her womb — none of it was enough, not until he owned her body and soul.

  He pushed her bottom closer, angling to hit her clit with each thrust.

  “I’m close, baby. You’re going to be a good girl and come for me one more time, okay?” She let out a little sigh, pushing her hips into him harder and when he brought one hand around, it only took a brief brush against her over- sensitized clit before she was coming again, the tight clenching of her pussy throwing him over the edge as well, emptying himself as deep as he could go inside her.

  They sat, twined around each other, panting heavily until Shelli pulled back a bit, hopping off the counter to search for her clothes. She didn’t make eye contact with him as she re-tied her bikini top and stepped back into her bottoms and shorts. He disposed of the ancient condom and pulled up his own shorts and boxers but left his shirt where it lay on the counter. He tried to step around and reclaim her attention, to see what was going on behind those pretty green eyes of hers, but she continued on, busily tidying up around the kitchen.

  “Shelli, baby, I need you to look at me.” He walked up behind her, her shoulders tight and tense despite the pleasure she had just received. That wasn’t a good sign.

  “Thank you, Cal, I really needed that. I feel much better now.” She was treating this as if he’d delivered her a cold drink on a hot day, not like they had just experienced a shockingly intimate moment together in the resort kitchen.

  “We’re not done yet, Shelli. Turn around.” She complied, almost involuntarily. It was against her nature to fight his commands, and he secretly loved how responsive she had been to his voice, just as much as she had to his tongue, fingers, and cock.

  When she turned, her eyes were a little emotional and shiny, but that was a better reaction than the cold indifference she tried to play off. There was nothing cold about this little firecracker. He pulled a tall, counter-high chair closer to where they were standing and sat tugging her closer to him.

  “Come on up, you’re going to sit with me for a few more minutes.” He patted his knee, not waiting for an argument and tugged her down, settling her crossways on his lap, her head resting flat against his pectoral and his arm cradling her back. She felt stiff at first, not willing to speak up but also not willing to give in. He smoothed her hair down her back where his hands had teased it up, placing soft kisses around her temple and slowly she eased against him, releasing the tension in her spine. He grabbed a cookie off one of the trays within his reach and broke a small piece off for her, feeding her little bits of it at a time. She would need a little sugar so she didn’t get sleepy on her drive home.

  “Thank you, Shelli.” He tipped her chin up a little so he could meet her eyes once she finished chewing. “Your responsiveness today, your sweetness and this beautiful body, you gave me a gift I will never forget.”

  5

  Shelli

  A gift I will never forget. Shelli kept hearing that phrase over and over again in her head as she made her way back toward the compound. It bounced around in her skull when she pulled off at her shop to drop off the now-clean catering trays.

  The words were whispered gently in her ear as she bumped along the gritty dirt road past Victor’s airstrip.

  When her automated access opened up the compound gates to allow her through, she could have sworn similar lyrics were ghosting through her radio.

  What she’d experienced with Cal today was definitely a gift she would never forget. He was so attentive and kind, just the right mix of commanding and gentle to keep her libido in active overdrive.

  In her six years with the Hades’ Heathens MC in Albuquerque, she’d serviced a minimum of four different men every single day, except for the few days she was too battered to move and even then sometimes there was no respite. In all that time, she didn’t have a single orgasm. The sex was dry and painful, often rough. She spent her first few years in the valley thinking she would never be able to touch a man again and unfortunately, other women held no appeal for her.

  Today, with Cal, had been a revelation. She could not only handle a man’s sexual touch again, but a dominant one at that. And she came three times! She sighed a little, wrapping an arm around herself at the memory.

  It was late afternoon by the time she pulled up to her little house in the compound, and most of the Honeys were still out at the lake for their day off, but Shelli didn’t want to be alone with her thoughts, didn’t want to overanalyze her encounter. She heard banging coming from Reina’s mechanics shop and decided to take her some leftovers from lunch. Once Reina got on a project, she rarely stopped to eat, and she’d probably welcome the company.

  Shelli grabbed a to-go box from her car and started off toward the noise. Reina must be working on something pretty big if the amount of racket was any indicator. When the shop came into view, Reina was welding on a newer model ATV. Her flame red welding hood was pulled over her face, and her white-blonde hair was pulled into a low bun at her nape. A pair of worn coveralls protected her arms and legs from the stray sparks bouncing off the metal. With the extra straps and hand controls already attached, Shelli had a good idea of the project.

  “Hey, Reina, I brought you some lunch.” Shelli called out to her when the sparks ceased. Reina got up and flipped off the welder, quieting some of the racket, before she lifted her hood off. “You working on a new side by side for Moises?” Mattie’s twin was as much of a fixture around their club as Mattie was, but his limited mobility meant it was difficult for him to drive anything by himself, especially a bike or a 4-wheeler. The hand controls would make it easier on the weakened muscles in his legs.

  “Yeah, Mattie dropped it by this morning. He wanted it to be a surprise so I’m trying to keep it fairly quiet. It should be finished pretty soon, there wasn’t too much to modify.”

  Shelli stepped closer to take a look, setting the take-out down on Reina’s workstation. The other woman was busy stepping out of her coveralls as she approached. It was warm out today and no doubt the heat would build up to near scorching in the small shop.

  When Reina turned around to face Shelli, slinging her coveralls over the seat of the side by side, she gasped in a breath.

  “Oh my god. Shelli, did you have sex?! Whe
re? With whom?”

  Shelli leapt guiltily back from the ATV. Her hand fumbling to smooth down her hair and straighten her clothes. Had she missed something? Did her post-orgasm bliss show so openly on her face? She thought she’d put her clothes back on right at least.

  “What? No. I don’t know what you’re talking about. You know I never do that.” She tried to look indignant, but she was pretty sure it just came out guilty, at least if Reina’s too-knowing expression was any indicator.

  “Girlfriend, you have a giant hickey on your neck like some highschooler. And your shirt isn’t long enough to hide those bruises popping up at the top of your hip. He grabbed you that hard? Man, I’m a little jealous.” She bumped her shoulder a little and picked up the food to settle in and eat, while Shelli frantically felt around for the hickey. When the hell had that happened? Probably when he came, she blacked out a little bit around that part.

  “Spill it, sister. I’m due for a break, and I can just see those wheels turning.”

  “It’s the first time.” Shelli mumbled under her breath, hoping if she made it incoherent enough, Reina would give in and move on. But she should have known the former ATF agent would have super-human hearing.

  “The first time, like this year or like, since Mina got you out from under the Hades’ Heathens?” Her eyebrows arched a little in the center, waiting for a response but there was no judgment in her gaze, only curiosity.

  “The first time since the Heathens.”

  “Oh wow, that is big. Wait, I thought you went to the resort for work today?” Shelli shied away a little from Reina’s question and the master interrogator in her immediately latched on to her tells. “Oooh was it a guest at the resort or someone from town? Don’t tell me it was that dickwad Steve, he’s the worst.”

  There was no going back now, not with Reina hot on her trail. Besides, maybe it would help her to talk about it with someone else.

  “It was one of the guides… in the kitchen at the resort. It just kind of happened? Actually now that I think about it, I kind of asked for it. Maybe?” The words tumbled out of her mouth, quickly and quietly as Reina sat, listening intently.

  “Wait. Asked for it, like you gave him little clues that you wanted to get it on later or asked for it, like verbally?”

  “Verbally. I think I told him I needed to be fucked. Good god, who does that? He probably thinks I’m some kind of freak.” Shelli rubbed her hands down her face, closing her eyes and desperately trying to forget how forward she had been. With a total stranger, at work of all places! Ugh.

  “Don’t worry about it, Shells. I’m sure he probably thought it was hot, especially if he marked you up like that. What was he like? Why’d you suddenly decide to get laid after six years?”

  “Well, I don’t know. I’ve thought about it before, just to be sure I’m officially back to normal, or as normal as I can be after everything, you know? But I’ve never found anyone I wanted, that made me comfortable enough to even consider it. Then this guy just comes into the kitchen to help me with the dishes and suddenly I’m stripping my clothes off and he’s all ordering me around and bam. We’re fucking on the prep table.”

  “Just like that, huh?” Reina laughed a little, munching down on a bite of her sandwich and chewing thoughtfully before continuing. “I mean, I can see a guy doing the dishes being a complete turn-on though. Especially if he has nice hands. Did he have nice hands, if ya know what I mean?” She winked a little at that and Shelli rolled her eyes at her.

  “He had very nice, very large hands. He was older and had just come off the mountain all tanned and bearded. I just couldn’t help it!” She sighed a little, remembering his kind face, his lightly lined eyes, and the scrape of his beard against her thighs.

  “I’m happy for you, Shells. You deserve to have a good experience to get you back on track. And if that look was any indication, he did a damn good job. Are you going to see him again?”

  “I don’t know. I tried to just kind of end it right there and go my own way, you know? Not complicate things. But he wouldn’t let me get by without cuddling me first and then loading up my car for me and then giving me his number and telling me I knew where to find him.”

  “Oh wow, he’s in a whole other league, Shells. I’ve never known anyone to go that far, not for a hookup.”

  “I know. That’s why I’m torn. I guess I’ll just wait and see what happens. He’s gone a lot for work, especially with river season starting back up, so I don’t have to worry about running into him and being awkward about it.”

  “That’s true, and if you do end up wanting more, I think you both seem to be on the same page about it. It will work out in time.”

  “I know that. Thanks, Reina. I appreciate you letting me talk about this. And giving me a heads-up so I can change and grab some concealer before the rest of the girls get back.” She made eye contact with the mechanic, rolling her eyes a little at how quickly the other woman had deduced what she’d been up to. But that was Reina, always uber observant.

  “No problem, thanks for lunch. I’m probably gonna try to get back to it. Mattie has no patience for things like this. He gets too excited and spills the secret.”

  “Oh I know. I’ll get out of your hair.”

  As she trudged back up the walk to her little adobe house, she felt lighter, freer than she had in a very long time. Maybe, since Mina had ridden up to the Hades’ Heathens on her bike and paid the price to set her free all those years ago. She ran the tips of her fingers down her arms tracing her tattoos and when her fingertips skittered over the rough burns and scars beneath them, she felt more proud than ashamed. Her body was littered with evidence of her struggle, but now she saw the marks for what they were, a sign that she had been to hell and emerged unbroken.

  6

  Cal

  “Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred.” Cal sat up, finishing his fourth round of morning sit-ups. Each and every morning, he went through the same simple strength training routine he’d developed as a new guide, whether he was at home or in the woods. The exercise helped him maintain his physique, but its true purpose was building his stamina in the wilderness. He’d been in several situations over the years where his core strength proved critical to his survival.

  He sat up fully on the floor of his cabin bedroom, before pushing to his feet and heading for a shower. It was only 3:30 a.m. on the third day of his week off from guiding, but he had a full day planned. He was rarely idle.

  After almost a year picking up a handful of flights here and there as Victor Gomez’s secondary pilot on-call, the other man was finally ready to take his wife up for her first tandem jump. While Cal had already flown for a series of test jumps with Victor and taken a few of the other guides out as practice, he knew being in control of the plane while his friend took his woman for her first skydiving experience was a huge gesture of trust. To make it special, Victor planned their trip for sunrise, meaning Cal had to get up and at ’em extra early that morning to make sure everything was perfect for the happy couple.

  When he first accepted Victor’s offer to take up piloting again, he thought the job would be a way to ease into a more comfortable retirement from guiding, but so far he had yet to scale back his hours. While his time spent piloting was still few and far between, his time hanging out with Victor had increased. The younger man was competent and reliable, plus he was pleasant company for a relaxing beer at the end of a long day.

  When Cal was home and Victor’s wife was busy with her motorcycle club, they made good bachelorhood companions. He smiled at the thought of all the stories he’d heard about Victor’s girl. Her husband made her sound like she was absolutely something else. Loyal and strong, he just knew watching her take the leap today would be a thing of beauty. He wondered if his Shelli would ever consider flying with him. His nerves probably couldn’t handle the stress of watching her take the jump, even with a trained professional like Victor, but a quick sunset flyover might make for a romantic date.<
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  As he dressed he tried to keep from thinking of his Shelli but in the past two days every time his phone buzzed or he went to grab something to eat from the kitchen, he couldn’t forget their heated rendezvous. She was perfect in every way and he had never been more fulfilled from a sexual experience. He kept hoping for a chance to see her again, for her to contact him. He definitely wouldn’t let her go so easily the next time.

  Oh well, fantasizing wasn’t getting him anywhere, and he still had a lot to do.

  He hustled through grabbing his gear, with most of it loaded into his jeep the night before, and set off while it was still dark. The timing would be critical on today’s flight to make the jump right at sunrise. They were aiming for a mostly empty meadow at the top of one of the wilderness areas. It should be a scenic and fairly easy first run. He’d drop them and then fly back to the airstrip, driving out after to pick them up in Victor’s truck.

  He envisioned his role today as he drove, making contingency plans in case anything went wrong and double-checking his pre-flight list in his head before he went over it in person. As he pulled into the airstrip, the soft glow of lights from inside the hangar and main house let him know Victor was already up. He went to the hangar first to start their preflight check and get the gear ready.

  “Hey, man. Looks like you started without me.” When he opened the hangar door, Victor was already checking the fuel, the third line item on the list. His fluffy dog, Andy, was laying on his feet and making the whole task more difficult than it needed to be, but being darn cute in the process.

  “Mina was up and ready to go at 2:30.” Victor nudged Andy off his feet so he could shake hands. “She hardly slept at all last night, she was so excited.”

  “Well, hopefully, she stays that excited once we’re up in the air and you’re throwing yourselves out of a plane,” Cal chuckled. He normally wouldn’t joke about the dangers of skydiving, but Victor was exceptional at it, and Mina wasn’t afraid of anything. It would be a great jump.