Adamant Spirits, page 11
The sky grew darker and darker until the only light was from the lightning. Every so often a flash would show the road in front of me.
Boom.
A peal of thunder sounded so loud it almost threw me off my feet.
Flash.
What the hells? Was that a house up ahead?
I waited and squinted through the darkness.
Flash.
“Hells, yeah.” I hurried forward, my eyes on where I last saw the structure. I hoped the lightning would flash again, but it didn’t.
I caught sight of a new glow through the sheeting rain. Someone left a light on inside. Thank the gods for civilisation.
I reached the door and knocked. It occurred to me they might not answer the door to drenched travellers who turned up in the dark, but here under the overhang from the roof, I was out of the rain.
Naturally the moment I thought that, a gust of wind blew the rain in under the overhang.
I knocked again, harder this time. “Come on, please. I’m not a murderer or anything.” The person inside might be, but I’d take that chance to get dry.
No answer.
Lightning hit a tree not a metre away. I squealed and frantically tried the knob. To my surprise, it turned and the door opened inward.
I stumbled inside and closed the door behind me.
“Hello?” I called out. “Sorry, wet traveller dripping on your…” I looked down. “Tiles.” That was fortunate. A few steps more and I might have ruined their glossy hardwood floor, or the rug which covered the better part of a large living area.
No answer came. I guessed they were out. They must be trusting to leave their house unlocked like this.
On a hook beside the door was a towel. Without thinking, I grabbed it and dried my face and hair. I placed my bag down on the tiles and pulled out my phone. It was mercifully still dry, but no bars appeared at all.
I sat, took off my shoes and placed them beside my bag. A robe hung on the hook next to the one which held the towel. Had that been there before?
I chewed my lip and glanced around. If someone came home right now…
After a moment and a few nervous breaths, I rose, slipped off my dress and pulled on the warm, dry robe. I hung my dress on the hook and placed the towel under the dripping fabric.
Satisfied I wasn’t going to make a mess of their house, I stepped farther inside.
Beyond the front living area, a fire burned low in a wood stove in the kitchen. I opened the door and tossed a couple of pieces of wood inside.
“They can thank me when they come back to a warm house,” I muttered.
On the long, wide kitchen island sat a bowl of tortilla chips and three containers of salsa. Beside that were three glasses and a tumbler of what looked like margarita.
I sniffed. Yep, margarita. I licked my lips and eyed the salsa. I really shouldn’t, but…
I picked up a chip, dipped it into the first bowl, bit into it and chewed.
“Whoever made this wasn’t too into flavour.” I’d never tasted such bland salsa in my life. I finished the chip—because double-dipping is for losers—and grabbed another.
The second salsa smelled stronger than the first. That boded well until it touched my lips.
“Fucking gods!” My mouth burned like fire, all the way down to the back of my tongue. Without thinking, I poured a glass of margarita and took a gulp. It took the edge off the heat, but I needed several more sips before the discomfort was extinguished.
By now I had a nice buzz from the alcohol and was wary of the third bowl of salsa. I dipped very carefully, sniffed and bit.
“Mmm, my gods, this is good.” I shoved the rest of the chip into my mouth and grabbed another. And another. Every few chips I would stop for a drink.
“Enjoying that?” A voice made me startle so hard I nearly choked on a chip.
I spun around. A man leaned against the doorway, arms crossed over his burly chest.
“I’m sorry,” I said frantically. “I know how this must look.”
Piercing blue eyes seemed to look right into my soul. He lowered his gaze and I would have sworn he could see through the robe I wore.
I blushed.
“It looks like you’re in my house, eating my salsa, and drinking my margarita.” He stepped farther inside. His hair was wet and slicked back off his forehead, but I thought it might be dark brown.
“Oh, this is your house.” I sounded like an idiot.
“Yes. Well, my brothers’ and mine.” He poured himself a margarita and toasted me before taking a sip. “I’m Elliot Dare, and you are?”
“Oh. Zali Gold.” I stuck out my hand.
He shook it, then didn’t let go. His eyes locked on mine, a smouldering look which sent my heart into overdrive.
“I…I…” I licked my lips. “My car broke down, then it started raining.” I was babbling, but I couldn’t seem to stop. “The door was unlocked and then I got hungry and… Can you believe a guy drove past and didn’t even stop?”
Elliot raised an eyebrow. Gods, I never saw a guy do that and look so hot. “Is that so? That wasn’t very gentlemanly.”
“No, it wasn’t,” I agreed. “Are you a gentleman?”
He chuckled. “Gods no. Not even a little bit.” He tugged me to him so my form was pressed up against him.
Oh gods.
“I…I don’t usually just… I don’t…” Apparently I had lost the ability to form coherent sentences.
“Oh, you don’t?” He raised the other eyebrow. “Are you sure?” His voice was so deep, so sexy my knees were weak.
“I mean, I do.” My voice was higher than usual. “But we just met.”
“That’s true,” he agreed.
To my disappointment, he let me go and stepped back.
“Maybe we should get to know each other first.” He threw a couple of pieces of wood on the fire and turned back to me. “What brings you all the way out here?”
I grimaced. “You probably wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
“I’m very open minded.” He sipped and looked at me over the rim of his glass.
I sighed. “I was sent to investigate a bear sighting.”
“You’re a cop?” He looked wary now.
“Hells no. I work for an online magazine.”
“Oh, you’re a journalist.”
“When they let me be one. Half the time they have me writing about celebrities who may or may not be married, pregnant, or an alien with three breasts.”
He grinned. “Are they ever the last one?”
I smiled back. “All the time,” I joked. “It’s more likely than finding bears in Australia.”
His grin faded and he looked toward the fire. “Yeah, that is a bit ridiculous.”
“Right, but five different people claim they saw one. I blame alcohol or dope.”
“That would certainly explain it,” he agreed. “So, do we know each other now?” He put down his glass and stalked toward me.
I held up a hand. “I know nothing about you.”
He shrugged. “What is there to know? I like margaritas and the same salsa you like. We’re practically twins.” He grimaced. “Okay, maybe that wasn’t the best description.”
“Not so much,” I agreed. “I wouldn’t screw my brother.” But I would screw Elliot. Oh hells yes, I would.
I guess he saw that on my face, because he put down his glass and took mine from my fingers.
In the next moment, he grabbed the belt of the robe and used it to pull me close. He dropped the belt and cupped my face with his hands. He lowered his mouth to mine. At first, he kissed me gently, but the heat quickly rose.
He lowered his hands to my neck, then slipped them down the front of my robe. He cupped my breasts through the fabric of my bra and squeezed them gently.
I pushed my tongue into his mouth and explored inside.
He tugged at the belt of the robe until it came open and slid off my shoulders onto the floor. He brought his hands down to my ass and picked me up. Placing me on the bench, he reached around to unhook my bra.
I hesitated at how quickly this was going. I never slept with a guy I knew less than an hour. It usually took me two to three to get that warmed up.
Fuck it. I pulled off my bra and dropped it to the floor.
“You have beautiful tits.” He leaned back to get a good look at me, then bent to lick at one nipple, then the other.
He caressed my ass for a moment before moving around to rub at the front of my panties.
I moaned and opened my legs for him.
He tugged my panties to one side and leaned in to flick at my clit with his tongue.
“Oh gods,” I breathed.
He flicked a little harder, then licked while a finger crept inside me.
I bucked against his mouth and hand. Even though he didn’t know me, he seemed to know exactly what I needed. In moments I came, right there on his kitchen bench, beside the jug of margarita.
“Well, aren’t you a surprise?” he said.
Before I could even decipher his meaning, he had his jeans and underwear undone and tugged them down past his hips. He pressed his cock against my entrance, then slowly slid inside. He pumped a few times, then slipped back out and picked me up again.
He carried me over to the fire and laid me on a rug in front of it, on my back. Gently, he hooked his arms under my legs and lifted my ass up off the floor.
When he pressed his cock back into me, he went in so deep he filled me all the way. He thrust hard, so hard it hurt.
“I’m sorry, was that too hard?” He gave me a worried look.
“No,” I whispered, “do it again. Please.”
He did, over and over until I was caught between begging him to stop and pleading with him to pound me harder. Perhaps there was something wrong with me, but pain aroused me to unbearable heights. This time was no exception. I came, gasping and crying.
He joined me a moment later, grunting and thrusting until I felt his hot seed gush into me.
He sagged and lowered my legs to the floor.
We lay there panting for a while until he eased out of me and rolled to the side.
“That was incredible and I hate to leave you, but I need to get more wood from the shed. I’ll be back. My brothers might come sooner though.” He shot me a wicked smile which made my heart race. I felt as though we formed a connection, which was weird since we just met. Should I be bothered? Maybe, but I wasn’t.
If his brothers were anything like him, they might just come, and so would I.
Two
I stood and pulled the robe back on. My bra and panties were still damp from the rain, so I hung them over the back of a chair beside the fire.
I took my glass, the bowl of chips and the salsa into the living room and plonked them down on a table in front of the TV. Assuming Elliot wouldn’t mind, I grabbed the remote and flicked on the TV.
Like the salsa, the living room contained three different places to sit.
“Who has beanbags anymore?” I poked it with my toe. I didn’t need to try it to know it would be too soft. Or, more specifically, too comfortable. Once I was down in its warm, snuggly embrace, I would never want to get out again.
Beside it was a huge recliner, which looked big enough to sleep in quite nicely if the footrest lifted all the way out.
I perched on the edge and tugged the handle. The footrest moved slightly, but that was all. Added to that, the leather was hard under my ass. I might enjoy pain, but not when it came to seating.
I shrugged and moved over to the couch. I wriggled my rear and smiled. This was more like it. I drew my legs up and stretched out. The couch was so long, my feet didn’t reach the other side. My head fit neatly in a dent in the plush armrest. If any of the brothers lay on this often enough to have left it, he must be tall. I wondered if he was big in other places.
I shook my head. Since when was I so damned horny? Maybe it was the sound of rain on the roof, or the margaritas. Or perhaps it was because I was in a place where no one knew me and so far, no one yet judged me for anything I did. Plenty of people would have taken exception to me walking into their house and making themselves at home.
“Ah, El said we had a visitor.” A voice, even deeper than Elliot’s, spoke suddenly.
Like his brother, he had damp hair and bright blue eyes. He was taller though, by at least half a head.
He shrugged off his leather jacket and hung it over the back of the chair.
“I’m Theo Dare.” He sat down beside me and snagged a handful of tortilla chips.
I blinked. “Theodore?”
He gave me the cutest, lopsided smile. “Yes, my name is Teddy Dare. You see why I prefer Theo?”
“Oh, I don’t know, Teddy is pretty cute. Who doesn’t like to snuggle up to a Teddy?”
He looked surprised, but put a hand on my ankle. His touch sent shivers up and down my body and left an ache between my legs.
“So, what are we watching?” He asked it so easily, as if I wasn’t some complete stranger who had camped on his couch. I assumed it was his, since it fit his height.
I blushed. “I was looking for some kind of trashy romance, like a romcom.”
“Oh, I like those.” He shoved a couple of chips into his mouth.
“You do?” I asked.
He put a finger to his lips. “Shhh, don’t tell anyone. I have a reputation to uphold.”
I made a zipping gesture across my mouth. “Your secret is safe with me.” I took a sip and ate a chip before I said, “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.” His hand moved farther up my leg, under the hem of the robe.
I swallowed. “Which is your salsa, hot or bland?”
“Bland?” He pouted playfully and stopped moving his hand. “Is that what it is?”
Now I felt silly. And rude. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you.”
“Who said you offended me? Maybe that’s Damon’s salsa.”
“So, you prefer it hot?”
He hand resumed moving upward. He caressed the place at the back of my knee.
“I like it hot, but hot doesn’t like me,” he replied. “I like my food simple.”
“I see. But you have the best seat in the house.”
He grinned. “Indeed I do.” His hand reached my thigh. He stroked the skin inside my leg and moved slowly toward my core.
Perhaps I should have hesitated, but I parted my legs for him.
He looked surprised again, but ran a hand lightly over my sex. With the other, he undid my robe and opened it out.
“Now this is the kind of hot I like.” He stretched out beside me and licked my nipple like a dog lapping at a treat.
I arched my back, already aroused as if I hadn’t already fucked his brother. I chewed my lip. Did he know about that? I had a feeling he did, but didn’t care.
“Hot and bad.” He sucked my nipple so hard it hurt, then bit down until I cried out.
“You don’t like bad girls?” I never considered myself to be one. Maybe I was and I just didn’t know it until now. Not that there was anything bad about enjoying sex, but I’d been here for maybe two hours and was about to screw a second guy. I had never been so excited or felt so free in my life.
“I love bad girls.” He peeled the robe off my arms and rolled me over onto my stomach. He pulled off his clothes and dropped them on the floor. From somewhere, possibly under the couch, he pulled a slim stick of wood.
“I love making them behave,” he whispered hoarsely. He sat up and brought the stick down hard on my ass.
The stinging pain brought tears to my eyes, but I was so aroused by now I was almost panting.
“You like that, hmmm?” he asked. “Do you want some more?”
“Please,” I whispered.
No sooner had I spoken than he brought the stick down again and again. Four strokes, five. My ass must be red by now, but the pain was exquisite.
He put the stick aside and pushed two fingers inside me. Just as rough as before, he thrust them in and out, jolting my body back and forth.
“Come for me,” he growled.
As if my body was somehow forced to obey his words I moaned and came, bucking and writhing against the couch.
He pulled his fingers free, tugged my legs apart and slammed his cock into me.
“I’m not such a cuddly Teddy now, am I?” he said in my ear.
I laughed softly. “You’re the hottest Teddy I’ve ever met.”
“You better believe it.” He pulled all the way out, then pounded in again, over and over. When I thought he was about to come, he pulled out and dipped his fingers inside me. Using my own juices for lubrication, he slipped his fingers inside my rear hole. He wiggled them around until my muscles relaxed.
“I’m going to fuck you in here,” he told me.
I nodded, too breathless to speak.
He positioned himself, then slowly slid into my ass. “You feel amazing,” he whispered. “You are amazing. You should be fucked all night and day.” He started moving slowly, then gradually faster. Every stroke was the perfect combination of pleasure and pain.
I moaned into the couch.
“I’m going to come,” he said, his voice rough. A moment later his hot cum squirted into my rear hole, filling me with so much heat I came again, more intense than before.
He pounded into me a few more times, then sagged, his weight on top of me.
“Gods, woman, where did you even come from?”
I laughed softly, but couldn’t reply until he rolled off me and turned me over. He drew me into his arms and we lay like that, one of his hands firmly on my breast. Like his brother, I felt the strangest sensation, like we were connected together somehow.
I told him about my job. He too had a strange reaction to the mention of bears. Like with Elliot, his expression passed quickly, so I dismissed it. It was probably nothing anyway.
“So, what brings you guys out here?” I asked. “We’re a long way from pretty much everything.”
While he toyed with my nipple, he nodded. “That’s the idea. It’s a long story though. Maybe we can tell you about it over dinner?”
I nodded. “All right.” I was intrigued by all three guys and I hadn’t even met the third one yet. “I’d like that.”
