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opened his arms. Without a word, Cheyenne crawled into his embrace, leaned back a bit, and offered
him her breasts. No man could turn down that invitation. Storm nabbed one taut nipple between his
teeth and cupped her other breast. In one swift move, he flipped her on her back, crawled on top, and
rested on his elbows, gazing down at her pure loveliness.
He studied her adorable face for a moment then dragged his gaze down to her tits. I feel like a
kid in a candy store. Eeny meeny miney mo.
You got three seconds. Eat fast then fuck me hard.
Those words shattered any composure he might have had. Storm slid down onto his stomach and
his knees hit the floor behind the cushion. He inhaled her arousal and almost shot his wad. Damn, but
this sprite of a woman had reduced him to a pile of lust.
With a quick tug, he removed her lace panties. Correction lace, thong panties red ones. He
was dying from wanting her. The desire to pleasure her was strong, but the urge to claim her was
even more intense. Knowing he couldn t last but a minute once he tasted her, he worked to resist his
baser needs, but he failed. He lifted her legs over his shoulders and licked her sweetness. His balls
drew up, and the pressure in his cock multiplied.
Cheyenne clasped his biceps and dug her nails into his skin. Please. That feels so good. Take me
now.
He didn t need her to ask again. Storm climbed between her legs and aimed his dick right at her
sweet pussy. As much as he wanted to ease into her, he couldn t. Once the head of his dick touched
her slickness, he jackhammered into her. Her eyes widened and he swore she growled at him.
Cheyenne reached up and tugged on his neck to bring his lips to hers. The kiss that followed
nearly undid him, their thrusting tongues matching their pounding bodies. He couldn t get enough of
her. Cheyenne was like a drug that he could easily become addicted to.
He threaded his fingers through her silken hair, formed a fist, and then yanked hard. When he
broke the kiss to nuzzle her neck, she scraped her sharp nails down his back. His wildcat was alive.
There d be marks, but he d consider them badges of honor.
Cheyenne lifted her hips and tightened her pussy walls.
As her climax claimed her, she yelled his name. Cheyenne said something else, but the blood
pounding in his ears made it impossible to hear. She thrust upward again, and that one movement sent
him over the edge. His cock expanded, pulsed, and throbbed to the beat of his heart, his hot cum
shooting out.
It took a few minutes before they both began to calm. Gathering her in his arms, he rolled them
over so that she was on top of him. He dragged his palms down her silken smooth back and fought to
catch his breath and to regain his mind and soul.
That was truly an incredible experience. He hoped it didn t sound rehearsed, but no romantic
words would form.
She lifted up on her elbows. Welcome to Hidden Hills.
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YOU HAD SEX with him? Tasha s loud whisper reverberated off the walls of the Hidden Hills Café.
Chey sipped her Coke. Why are you surprised? You said he was my spring diversion.
I know, but you slept with him within an hour of meeting him?
I slept with him on and off all night long, but technically, the first time had been closer to two
hours after we met. Chey had tried to convince herself that it was the season for love, and that her
body had driven her to it. In truth, she d lived through fifteen spring seasons of being in heat and had
never once experienced anything like that. He was hot. And smart, nice, sexy& and everything a
woman could want in a man.
I want the 411. Where were you when the earth moved?
Chey explained about his love of winding roads. First, I took him to Hanson s Overlook.
Nice. I haven t been there in years, but that s quite a hike.
That was the point. To have some privacy, but did we? No.
Tasha clamped a hand over her mouth. Someone came upon you? The waitress delivered their
lunch. Tasha only had a forty-five minute break, so they couldn t stay long.
As soon as their server was out of earshot, Chey continued. Picture this. Storm and I are on the
spongy moss groundcover, arm in arm, kissing, touching& you get the picture& when over his
shoulder I see not one but three bright blue flashes.
No shit. Do you know who they were?
My dad s three watchdogs Harmon Anderson, Carter Velasquez, and Duncan Kenzie. They
must have followed in their human form, and then shifted once they were near. I was so pissed. I m
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