Rocky Waters (Lovers Lake)

“I can help.”

“You already have. Go rest with your coffee. Maybe we’ll take a walk later if you feel up to it.”

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A moan escapes me as I wake up to the feel of Bennett between my legs. Oh Lord this must be what heaven feels like. “Wait! How did we get outside?” I open my eyes and see we’re in bed. The sounds are so close. Then I feel the headphones on my ears, so I move to take them off.

He stops his assault on my mound and growls. “Leave them on.” His voice is gruff, feral. I shouldn’t be so turned on by my caveman abductor, but I am. “I want you to listen to the wild as I devour your pussy. That way every time you step outside your panties will be flooded just from the memory.”

I slide them back on my ears and he drops his head back down where it belongs, licking my seam like he’s painting, delicate brush strokes. My body vibrates as the birds whistle and water runs over rocks. I lose control when he thrusts his finger into my drenched pool of need, sucking down every drop he drags out of me. The sounds of nature are buzzing through my ears as my orgasm rips through me. I shudder and shake, clenching my fists on the sheets. I scream although all I hear is the sounds of the river in my ears. Slowly, I come down as Bennett licks his way up my body.

I pop the headphones off because I want to hear him. He’s my call of the wild, and I’m ready to answer. His cock nudges against my entrance as his mouth comes to mine. “You taste so good. I’ve felt like I dived into the fresh spring water,” he finishes his words with a harsh grunt as he thrusts into me. We rock together, making love intensely. The sounds of our loving filling the room. I could get used to this. I’m afraid that this is just temporary even though he’s given me no reason to believe that. We fall apart at the same time, his seed filling me up as I coat his cock with my release.

“I could stay like this forever.” I don’t know what time it is, but this is the life.

“We will.” He kisses my temple and then I hear noise outside. Strange.

Chapter Six

Bennett

There's a pounding on my door like the police are here and I'm about to put a bullet in Sheriff Marlowe's ass. Didn’t we go through this yesterday?

"Stay there, baby. If he sees you naked I'll gouge his eyes out."

"Possessive much."

"Damn right. Best you learn it now." I slip on my joggers and walk to the door. What I'm not expecting is a little thing jumping at me.

"Whoa hold on, Spunky." The sheriff picks her up around the waist and covers her eyes. "Don't you got a fucking shirt to put on,” he barks at me.

“You’re lucky I have pants on. Now, who are you people and why are you annoying me again, Marlowe?” I bite out.

“Lydia, Georgie, what are you doing here?” Darcy exclaims from behind me and I’m instantly in jealous mode.

“What the hell did I tell you?” I snarl out. I don’t care if it’s her sisters or not, Marlowe’s here as well.

“I have clothes on.” She pushes past me and slaps a shirt against my chest. “Here put this on before I gouge my sisters’ pretty eyes out.” My dick stiffens immediately with her insane possessiveness. Good, so I’m not the only one suffering from it.

“Wow, okay. I feel like this is a wasted drama. Hot damn, sis, you did well.” One of them rakes her eyes over me. Her sisters are cute, but I only have eyes for Darcy, so I toss my shirt on. As sexy as her jealousy is, I don’t want to upset her, ever. We spent time talking about how much she loves them so I know how much they mean to her.

“Enough, Georgie. Lydia, come in and we can talk,” Darcy says. I growl, hating that we’re being bothered, interrupting our time alone. It’s not like I’ve convinced her to move to Texas with me yet, so I’m already on borrowed time.

“Relax, they don’t bite. Much.” Darcy grabs her sisters’ hands to drag them in. “You can let go of her, big boy,” she scolds Marlowe, but he doesn’t let go. “You okay, Lydia?”

The girl in his arms nods vigorously. “This is Sheriff Marlowe. He helped us get through this maze he calls a path.”

“Well thank you for getting them here safely although I’m not sure why they’re here,” Darcy says to Marlowe with an arched brow. It’s obvious why he’s staying here.

“We got a call from your photo buddy Warrick telling us you were kidnapped by some mad man, and he took you to his cabin. We called the local police and they told us that there hadn’t been any report. You only responded to us once saying you would call us later, but you didn’t,” Lydia says.