By the time he finally moved his body between her legs, she was limp but buzzing with anticipation.
Removing his fingers from her, he rubbed his cock against her labia, making him slick.
When the blunt head of his cock lodged at the entrance, he pulled back to look at her.
“You let me know if I hurt you.”
She nodded then lifted her hips slowly to meet him. The thick intrusion of his erection stretched her until she thought she wouldn’t be able to take it. But there was no pain, just a sense of fullness as he worked his way inside.
So slowly. Too slowly.
She needed friction.
Lifting her legs, she wrapped them around his waist, tilting her hips to take more of him. She watched his face, watched him grit his teeth as he sank deeper until finally he had her pinned to the mattress.
“Okay?”
She nodded again, even managed a smile. Then she put her hands on his hips and urged him to move, which he did. Slowly.
As if he were afraid she’d break.
Stroking one hand up his side, she reached his face and cupped his cheek, urging him to kiss her again.
He obliged but only for a second. Holding his weight above her didn’t allow him to move freely. She tugged him closer until he got the hint and pressed his body against hers. But he still wouldn’t move any faster.
Finally she took her hand from his hip and smacked him on the ass.
He froze for a second before he lifted his head to look straight into her eyes.
“No fair, sweetheart. I’m not exactly steady right now.”
She tapped him again, making sure she held his gaze.
With a groan, he dropped his head into the curve of her neck, opened his mouth on her skin and gave her a sucking kiss that electrified her nerve endings.
Then he started to move again. Faster. A little harder.
Yes. That was the friction she needed.
He took her breath away, not only with his body but with the way he made her feel. As if what she wanted was the only thing that mattered.
She felt her sheath tighten around him, felt the shudder that racked his body. Tightening her arms and legs around him, she let herself fall out of time with him.
The only sound she heard was the sound of his breath in her ear and the sound of flesh on flesh. The scent of his skin drew her mouth until she had to taste him again. Her teeth lodged into the shoulder, the closest part of him she could reach, and he growled.
That sound sank straight to her clit, an almost physical caress that made her climax, pulsing around him until he couldn’t resist any longer.
With a final thrust and a drawn-out groan, Race came.
Chapter Six
Race woke wrapped around Mara.
Her naked body fit perfectly in the curve of his and she was still sound asleep.
So what had—
He heard Arin babbling in the next room. Quietly. Like yesterday afternoon.
The moon had already set but the room was still dark so it had to be at least 2:00 or 3:00 a.m.
Was the baby hungry? Should he wake Mara?
Or should he check it out first?
He looked back at Mara.
He’d let her sleep for a while. If the baby needed her, he’d bring Arin back.
Besides, he knew how to change a diaper. Just because he didn’t like it didn’t mean he hadn’t taken care of a few kids in his day.
Sliding out of bed without disturbing her was easy. She must’ve been exhausted.
Or he’d worn her out.
He tried not to let that go to his head. He didn’t have much of a reputation with women mainly because he hadn’t had much time for them. And he’d never found one who could tolerate him for more than a couple dates. He wasn’t the easiest guy to get along with. He didn’t talk much and when he did, they didn’t like what he had to say.
Mara seemed to like him.
Good thing, because he wanted to keep her. Primitive but truthful.
And since Arin was part of the deal, he’d better get used to changing diapers.
The second bedroom was only a few feet from Mara’s and Arin was still babbling away when he entered.
“Hey, little man. You’re awfully chatty for the middle of the night. What—”
Shit. The bear was back. Standing outside the window, staring in at Arin. The animal wasn’t making a sound, just watching Arin. And not in an “I’m going to eat you” way.
Tinia’s teat. The baby talked to animals. This was totally fucked up. And yeah, a little cool.
The baby gurgled and turned his head toward Race. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the bear back away from the window and amble off into the woods.
“Okay, little man, one of these days we’re gonna have a serious chat about that bear. But not tonight. You have a big day tomorrow so you need to get some sleep.”
Race didn’t really think Arin understood him, but the baby smiled and made noises for a minute or so as Race walked him around the room. Finally he must have worn himself out because he shut his eyes and his mouth and went limp in Race’s arms.
It still made him shake his head. He typically made people nervous but Mara had told him she felt safe with him. And Arin…well, obviously he did too.
After he changed the kid’s diaper and set him back in the crib, where he looked way too small, Race caught Mara’s scent behind him. She stood in the doorway, watching him, covered from head to toe in flannel pajamas.
Because she was so small, the man’s design hung on her. She had the pants and sleeves rolled up and her short hair looked as if she’d been running her fingers through it for days.
He didn’t think she’d look any sexier in red lingerie and black stockings.
She watched him with an almost disbelieving look in her eyes, which she quickly blinked away when he frowned.
She must not have seen the bear and, since he didn’t want to upset her, he didn’t tell her. It’d probably come back to bite him in the ass later. That stuff typically did.
“Did I wake you?”
She shook her head as she made her way to the crib and looked in at Arin. She ran her hand over his head before she stepped away.
Mara looked up at Race, her lips curved into a smile that made his heart pound as she slid her fingers through his and tugged him along with her back to bed.
Race had tried to answer all Mara’s questions before they left the next morning, knowing it’d be tough to hold a conversation in the car.
The trepidation had returned to her eyes and she constantly looked over her shoulder to check on Arin, strapped into a baby seat in the backseat of Race’s Ford Explorer.
He didn’t know what to say to make her relax so he didn’t try. Instead he turned on the radio, telling her to pick a station.
It took her almost five minutes until she settled on a station playing Broadway music.
Served him right for letting her choose, he figured.
But the music seemed to calm her. And apparently put Arin to sleep.
He’d already told her there’d been a change in plans. They weren’t going to Sal’s place in Reading. They were heading for a set of coordinates Race had determined were somewhere in the woodlands north of Hamburg.
Interesting.
And the closer they got to the coordinates, the more his curiosity was piqued. Mara also seemed to lose some of her trepidation and looked around with more interest than concern.
When the road they were on began to veer away from the coordinates, he had to make a choice.
“I think I saw a cutout back there,” he said as he put the truck in reverse and backed up until he got to what he thought—
The cutout looked almost like a natural break in the trees, especially if you weren’t looking for a way onto the mountain. And who would? There were easier trail entrances only a few miles away.