Light the Fire

15

“I didn’t think it was serious with Blane, but now I’m starting to wonder. And I never slept with him, you know.”

“No? What about the others?”

“You’re my first and only.”

His grip on my hair tightened, turning possessive as he looked down at me with hunger. “You’re my first and only too. Although I suspect I won’t be your only much longer.”

“Does that bother you?”

“No. I lost my claim on you years ago.” He glanced back at the camp. “And maybe we all knew, deep down, this was the only way for us to all be happy.”

“I think I knew that too. I was just afraid to admit it, and I worried what people would think of us.”

“Now you don’t have to worry.”

“No, I don’t.” I slid my hands into his thick hair to pull him close again. “But at this moment I only want you.”

His mouth crushed against mine and he pressed me back against the boulder. I wrapped myself tighter around him and his hands slid down to cup my behind, lifting me up and against him. My skirts bunched up around my hips and I wrapped my legs around him, marveling at his strong shoulders, built from working long hours on the docks and on his uncle’s fishing boat. I'd spent a lot of time at the docks watching him, both before and after his injury, staring at his shirtless body as he hauled on ropes and climbed the rigging of his uncle's ship, remembering what it felt like to touch that tanned skin. The same skin I was touching and tasting now.

Passion and desire made us desperate for each other. With one hand pressed against the boulder for support, he used his other hand to pull open his trousers. I gasped as the head of his c**k pushed against my core, which was already so wet for him. I’d been waiting to feel him inside me again for years, and I tightened my legs around him, not wanting to delay another second. His fingers gripped my behind as he entered me nice and slow, filling me up completely and making me stretch around him. Gods, I’d forgotten how big he was and how good he felt inside me.

He began to move with deep, languid strokes that hit me in all the right places. I clung to his neck as his strong arms held us up, the hard stone digging into my back while he pumped into me. He captured my mouth again and the touch of his tongue against mine made me nearly come undone. I’d waited so long to be one with him again, and now I never wanted it to end.

But he demanded more, pushing me further, shifting me higher, until the angle of his movements was just perfect. I was close, so close, and as his lips trailed across my neck I let go, giving in to the sweet friction of our bodies and his hard length filling me. My head fell back as sensation washed over me and I pulsed around him, nails digging into his shoulders as I called out his name. He rewarded me by thrusting harder and faster until he released himself inside me with a throaty groan.

I pressed my forehead against his as we trembled together, overcome with the emotions coursing through us. Soon our lips found each other again, but this time we kissed slowly, our movements unhurried. As if we only now realized we had the rest of our lives to do this again and again. Now that we’d found each other a second time, there was no need to rush.

But then I remembered the other men back in camp. They probably had a good idea of what we were doing, and I couldn’t help but wonder what they thought about it. Would they be jealous…or would they want to join in?

Chapter Ten

I

woke to find a strong arm wrapped around me, holding me close. For a moment I simply reveled in the feeling of a large, masculine body at my back and the mystery man’s even breathing in my ear. I wasn’t sure who it was, but it didn’t matter, because I would gladly wake up beside any one of my men…or all of them.

When Roth and I had returned last night, the other men had been quiet. Falon and Derel would barely meet my eyes, while Blane openly grinned at me. I’d been completely exhausted at that point, and had practically fallen onto my bedroll and passed out immediately. It seemed someone had joined me in the middle of the night.

I must have stirred a little, because I felt his breathing change as he woke. Warm lips pressed a kiss to my neck and the arm tightened around me.

“Morning, beautiful,” Blane drawled.

I should have known it was him. None of the other men would have been so bold. I turned my head just enough to catch his mouth and draw him into a kiss without a word. I’d wanted to sleep with Blane for a long time, but I’d always held back because I was never sure if what we had together was real. Once he’d volunteered to go with me to the Fire Temple, I’d realized I’d misjudged him, along with our relationship. And now that I’d had a reminder of how good s*x could be, I wanted to experience it with Blane too.

Judging by the hardness pressed against my behind, he wanted me just as badly. I rubbed back against him and he groaned, then slid his hand down my chemise to cup my breast. His thumb flicked over my hard n****e, while his mouth found my neck and pressed a warm kiss there.

“You’ve tempted me for so long,” his rough voice said in my ear. “Last night I heard your moans of pleasure with Roth, and now I’m going to be the one making you moan.”

“Yes,” I managed to whisper.