else.
Sleeping in the tent with Maggie wasn’t
an option, so the plan was to wait for her to fall asleep then
leave, make a fire and wait for dawn. Cam could just tell her the
truth and leave the tent now, but he was ashamed of his problem. If
possible, he’d keep his violent sleeping seizures his little
secret.
Then he fell asleep.
# # #
“ You drunk fuck!” Cam
rolled to his stomach, punched, kicked and screamed.
Maggie scurried from her sleeping bag
and crawled to the corner. “Wake up.”
He scrambled to his hands and knees and
stared at her. His chest rose and lowered with dramatic form. Heavy
breaths hissed through his clenched teeth. Sweat saturated his hair
and clothes. His black messed hair only added to his rugged
handsomeness.
“ Are you okay?” she
asked.
He leapt at her.
Maggie jumped back but he snatched her
wrist and dragged her under him. Saliva dripped from his snarling
lips. Her eyes widened. Instinct told her not to struggle. Surely
he’d wake at any moment, but as the sound of his labored breath
reverberated throughout the small tent, she began seriously
doubting her decision to come on this trip. What the hell was she
thinking?
Cam lowered his head.
Maggie winced and held her
breath.
This man was crazed, not the man who
confiscated her hairspray just hours ago.
The weight of his large frame collapsed
over her trembling body. The air from her lungs whooshed from her
body. He covered her mouth with his, drowning her screams. The
strength of the kiss pinned her head to the tent floor. His tongue
forced its way inside her mouth, exploring with a primitive
desperation.
The feel of his weight on hers, his
course palms on her face, the scent of the salt in his sweat drew a
guttural groan from her. If Maggie’s head wasn’t spinning from the
scent of his minty breath, she probably would have questioned why
he changed his mind about her. Right now, she planned to devour
every inch of his massive muscular body.
Cam’s fingers walked down her thigh and
slid under her shirt. “You feel so good.” He pushed her shirt above
her breasts and covered her hard nipple with his mouth. He licked
and sucked while a hand slipped down her panties. Sliding two
fingers inside her, he stroked, his fingers plunging and
withdrawing at a tortuous and slow pace. “You’re so fuckin’
wet.”
She arched her back and tilted her
hips, urging his rocking fingers to sink deeper, move
faster.
His head jerked back. He tugged her
shirt to her waist. “Maggie?”
“ What's wrong?”
Cam dashed from the tent.
Maggie jumped to her feet. Whipping the
tent flap open she followed.
Pacing, his hands covering his face, he
growled, “Don’t ever wake me from a nightmare.”
“ It didn’t feel like a
nightmare”
With his head down, he sprinted for the
woods and vanished behind the shadows of the night.
Maddening!
She could kill him, that was if she
didn't want to fuck him so badly.
When Jags told her Cam was pent up from
sexual frustration, she could hardly believe it. Cam was rather big
and rough around the edges which made him somewhat scary, but the
man was hot as hell. And apparently practiced
abstinence.
When she assured Jags Cam's vow of
celibacy was on the brink of collapse, she did so with confidence.
Absolute certainty.
Here she stood, in the middle of the
woods, dressed in a T-shirt and panties, albeit wet panties, as
sexually frustrated as Cam.
Maggie crawled back into the tent. The
plan was to stay awake until he returned.
Then she fell asleep.
Chapter Nine
If this day was like the others, Jewel
would take the seven to eight aerobics class and leave between
eight-twenty and eight-thirty.
Rane waited in his car with his black
gloved fingers squeezed around the steering wheel.
Elation shivered through
him, balanced with an equal level of terror, worried he'd get
caught. He’d done this many times before, but usually he took a
woman from a bar, this was new territory. The only
Sleeping in the tent with Maggie wasn’t
an option, so the plan was to wait for her to fall asleep then
leave, make a fire and wait for dawn. Cam could just tell her the
truth and leave the tent now, but he was ashamed of his problem. If
possible, he’d keep his violent sleeping seizures his little
secret.
Then he fell asleep.
# # #
“ You drunk fuck!” Cam
rolled to his stomach, punched, kicked and screamed.
Maggie scurried from her sleeping bag
and crawled to the corner. “Wake up.”
He scrambled to his hands and knees and
stared at her. His chest rose and lowered with dramatic form. Heavy
breaths hissed through his clenched teeth. Sweat saturated his hair
and clothes. His black messed hair only added to his rugged
handsomeness.
“ Are you okay?” she
asked.
He leapt at her.
Maggie jumped back but he snatched her
wrist and dragged her under him. Saliva dripped from his snarling
lips. Her eyes widened. Instinct told her not to struggle. Surely
he’d wake at any moment, but as the sound of his labored breath
reverberated throughout the small tent, she began seriously
doubting her decision to come on this trip. What the hell was she
thinking?
Cam lowered his head.
Maggie winced and held her
breath.
This man was crazed, not the man who
confiscated her hairspray just hours ago.
The weight of his large frame collapsed
over her trembling body. The air from her lungs whooshed from her
body. He covered her mouth with his, drowning her screams. The
strength of the kiss pinned her head to the tent floor. His tongue
forced its way inside her mouth, exploring with a primitive
desperation.
The feel of his weight on hers, his
course palms on her face, the scent of the salt in his sweat drew a
guttural groan from her. If Maggie’s head wasn’t spinning from the
scent of his minty breath, she probably would have questioned why
he changed his mind about her. Right now, she planned to devour
every inch of his massive muscular body.
Cam’s fingers walked down her thigh and
slid under her shirt. “You feel so good.” He pushed her shirt above
her breasts and covered her hard nipple with his mouth. He licked
and sucked while a hand slipped down her panties. Sliding two
fingers inside her, he stroked, his fingers plunging and
withdrawing at a tortuous and slow pace. “You’re so fuckin’
wet.”
She arched her back and tilted her
hips, urging his rocking fingers to sink deeper, move
faster.
His head jerked back. He tugged her
shirt to her waist. “Maggie?”
“ What's wrong?”
Cam dashed from the tent.
Maggie jumped to her feet. Whipping the
tent flap open she followed.
Pacing, his hands covering his face, he
growled, “Don’t ever wake me from a nightmare.”
“ It didn’t feel like a
nightmare”
With his head down, he sprinted for the
woods and vanished behind the shadows of the night.
Maddening!
She could kill him, that was if she
didn't want to fuck him so badly.
When Jags told her Cam was pent up from
sexual frustration, she could hardly believe it. Cam was rather big
and rough around the edges which made him somewhat scary, but the
man was hot as hell. And apparently practiced
abstinence.
When she assured Jags Cam's vow of
celibacy was on the brink of collapse, she did so with confidence.
Absolute certainty.
Here she stood, in the middle of the
woods, dressed in a T-shirt and panties, albeit wet panties, as
sexually frustrated as Cam.
Maggie crawled back into the tent. The
plan was to stay awake until he returned.
Then she fell asleep.
Chapter Nine
If this day was like the others, Jewel
would take the seven to eight aerobics class and leave between
eight-twenty and eight-thirty.
Rane waited in his car with his black
gloved fingers squeezed around the steering wheel.
Elation shivered through
him, balanced with an equal level of terror, worried he'd get
caught. He’d done this many times before, but usually he took a
woman from a bar, this was new territory. The only
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