Saddled (2 page)
Authors: Delilah Devlin
"Where are my clothes?" she gasped, choking on outrage and fear.
"Had to shuck 'em. They were soaked." She remembered the car sliding into the water. But why wasn't she in a hospital? "Where am I?"
"In my cabin. Couldn't chance taking you back to Wellesley. Snow's comin' down too hard." 14
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Her fingers stung, and she pulled her hands from under the covers to peer at them in the inky darkness. "How long have I been here?"
"Maybe an hour. Was worried about you two. You both passed out."
"Both?"
"Bobby went into the creek after you. He's not in much better shape."
She edged carefully away from his body, instantly missing the warmth and rolled onto her back to get her first view of her "rescuer". What she saw didn't do a whole lot to alleviate her fears.
The man lying beside her was enormous—a broadshouldered shadow. Her heartbeat thudded against her chest as her alarm grew, and she wondered what else he might have done while she'd been out.
"Let me get the lamp. You sound like you're about to freak out."
About to?
He leaned away. A light flickered on from a bedside table, and she got her first clear glimpse of the stranger in the bed beside her. He leaned on his elbows, his expression taut as she stared back. Shaggy, brown hair, thick dark brows over deep-set eyes. His skin was deeply tanned, his chest and abdomen a study in light and shadow as muscles rippled as he breathed. The thick fur covering his chest glinted with red and gold where the light struck it.
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Then she caught a glimpse of another body outlined beneath the covers on his opposite side. "Just what the hell do you think you're doing?"
"It's not what it looks like," he said softly, a smile turning up the tips of his mouth. "Swear. I had to get you both warm."
She pulled the edge of the blanket higher over her chest and scooted away from him, caught by a hard shiver.
"You're still chilled. The electric blanket's set low. Didn't want to damage tissue as I heated you both up." A groan sounded beyond the bear-like man. "Goddamn, would you both shut up? Fuck, everything hurts."
"Bobby, you need to wake up. We got a problem here." The figure huddled under the blanket stirred and rolled toward them with a moan. When he came up on an elbow, air hissed through Kate's teeth. The man was even more attractive than the first, and she was wondering if she'd woken up on the wrong side of heaven. This one wasn't as large but was every bit as ripped. And his wide chest was hairless, his face austere, scraped clean over high cheekbones and a jutting jaw. An Indian by his bronze skin, even without seeing the long black hair that filtered around his shoulders. Still, they were both naked. And sharing a bed with her.
And
she didn't know if she was safe or about to be molested. After all she'd felt an erection prodding her bottom. She took a quick, silent inventory. The parts of her that weren't busy thawing didn't feel any different. She'd know, wouldn't she, if he'd already taken advantage of her?
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"We're not going to hurt you, lady," Bobby said. "We saved your life. Get back under the covers and snuggle close. You'll warm up faster. Can't have you getting sick, seeing as how you'll be stuck here for a while."
Her heart stuttered, then began to race. "What? I can't stay here."
"Don't know if you noticed," Bobby replied, "but there's a storm outside. The roads are closed. No one's getting in or out."
She opened her mouth to make another protest, but she shivered again and moaned as the pain intensified in her fingertips.
"You're gonna have to trust us," the big guy said. "If something comes up between us, you'll just have to ignore it. My body's warmer than yours even though I've been stuck between two blocks of ice for an hour." Color filled her cheeks. She shivered for another few moments and then gave in to the offer of warmth. Facing away, she settled on her side and held her breath as he snuggled close again. When his arm came over her waist, she jumped but calmed as he shushed her gently. The embarrassment and fear was a small price to pay for the heat his body generated.
"Just go to sleep," he muttered. "This is as close as I'm gonna get."
It was close enough. Again, his cock was upright and poking at her bottom.
"Don't know how it's staying hard," he whispered. "Your ass is cold."
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A gust of laughter surprised her. "Serves you right. Should have kept your underwear on."
"Lady, you always this grumpy?" came Bobby's slurred whisper.
"No. I'm just not used to waking up in bed beside strangers."
Bobby grunted and slid closer to the bigger man's back. She knew because his hand reached right across the body between them to land on her hip. "Fuck, I'm cold." Cale lifted his upper leg. He was relieved the woman hadn't starting screaming the house down, but he was embarrassed just the same that she'd noticed he was aroused. "Slide whatever you need to warm up between my legs." He slid his ankles forward, capturing the woman's feet between them.
She sighed and settled deeper against him. "Can't believe I'm doing this..."
He wondered if she'd really freak if two cocks poked at her when he felt Bobby's slip between his legs, nuzzling under his balls. His own gasp at the uncomfortable chill stirred thick, fragrant hair in front of his mouth. She smelled like strawberries.
Nice.
Spooned front and back, and with his companions warming up nicely, he raised his eyes to the window beyond the bed, thinking it might be an interesting few days while they rode out the storm.
From the sound of the wind howling, shaking the glass and rustling thick drifts of snow over the roof, they might as well hunker down and stay warm inside. Cale tightened his grip on 18
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the woman's slender waist, slowly drawing her closer, and nestled his face against her soft hair. Yeah, the next few days might get hot as hell.
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Kate muttered a protest when the warm hand cuddling her breast slipped down to her hip.
"Sorry about that," came a low mutter. Her eyes sprang open. She took note of the nipple that had tightened into a bud and hoped like hell the man hadn't noticed. But she thought it was already too late, because the cock digging into her back pulsed gently. It had to be killing him to hold her like this.
But he'd been a gentleman after all. Sharing his body heat, holding still to keep from disturbing her sleep. She hadn't been as careful. Her feet were snuggled between his legs. Her bottom snuggled even closer to his groin. Sweat had begun to pool between them.
Add the interesting extra factor of the other man included in their embrace, and she thought "The Bear" probably thought he'd died and gone to Hell. She smiled at his discomfort, amazed she'd woken so at ease inside his arms considering her initial reaction, but some of what had happened at the river had sunk into her mind. The two of them really had saved her life.
Objectively, she understood why he'd brought her here, stripped her to her skin and crawled into bed beside her. The man should get a medal.
However, she should have her head examined with the places her hazy waking dreams had taken her. It seemed forever since she'd woken inside a strong, sexy man's 20
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embrace. Her ex was slender and desk-soft, and never made her feel safe. And her mind couldn't let go of what Bobby had said about her being "stuck" there for the next few days. Around and around, thoughts swirled in her mind. Lusty, lewd images magnified by the heat surrounding her and the scents of the two men lying so close—the tang of wood smoke, the light, crisp smell of hay and horses, and male musk...
And her body was right there with her nasty thoughts, warming from the inside out, moistening, tingling... The devil resting on her shoulder asked,
Why not see
where circumstance and sheer desperation had landed her?
It was certainly a more pleasant prospect than she'd had before disaster struck.
She'd fled the ski resort in a fit of pique, devastated because all her plans for her bright, brilliant future had unraveled the moment she'd walked in on her fiancé's little afternoon tryst. Back early from her lessons on the bunny slope, she'd wanted to surprise him with a little of what he'd arranged the trip for—time alone to rekindle their sex life. The months leading up to the wedding had been hectic, filled with parties and work as they prepared to take a month off to marry and honeymoon. As she'd boarded the flight from Sacramento to Denver, she'd complained about all the last minute details that still needed to be managed. David's angry reaction had taken her aback. His irritation had made him moody for the entire flight and for the drive up into the Rockies to the resort he'd booked.
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She hadn't bothered waking him that morning before she left for the slopes, hoping sleep would ease his sour mood. Lately, he'd grown grumpier and more distant. When questioned, he'd remained taciturn, and lately, they'd spent more nights than not on opposite sides of the bed. She'd thought that maybe he was as stressed out as she was even though he'd left all the arrangements for their nuptials in her hands.
Perhaps he felt neglected. Returning early, determined to repair the rift, she'd swiped her card key in the magnetic lock and gently pushed open the door leading into the suite. The sitting room had been empty, the curtains still closed. She'd dropped her jacket and gloves and unzipped the bodysuit and left it in a pile with her boots, walking in her underwear to the bedroom door.
The bathroom door had been ajar, towels heaped on the floor. He'd showered, so she thought he must have wakened and gone back to bed.
Then she'd heard a noise inside the bedroom. A sigh, followed by a thin, feminine moan.
Thinking he must have turned the television on, she opened the bedroom door and then hung onto the knob in shock for several agonizing moments as her mind wrapped around the sight that had greeted her.
A woman—no, the server who'd flirted with David at the bar the previous night—sat astride David's hips, gliding up and down while his hands cradled her bottom, his fingers biting deep into her buttocks to quicken the strokes. 22
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Her figure was rail thin, supple, her breasts slight but tipped with cone-like nipples. Her hair, long and dark, had fallen in a soft burnished cloud that bounced between her shoulder blades as she rocked up and down David's long cock. Neither had noticed her standing there. David's eyes had been glued to the woman's pussy and his own dick. Hers had been squeezed shut.
No wonder he hadn't minded when she'd booked the lesson the previous night. He must have set up the liaison when she'd left to talk to the concierge.
Kate had backed away from the door and closed it. She'd sat on the sofa in the sitting room, staring at the hands she cupped between her thighs, not because they were still cold, but because they shook. The plans they'd made, the life she'd dreamed of were gone. No doubt if she'd confronted him then and there, he'd have found a way to place the blame for his slip on her.
He'd made her feel guilty as hell the last time he'd cheated. And because she'd been impressed with his wealth, impressed with the people he knew and the places he took her, she'd come to believe she could live with that. That maybe the people who lived in the upper stratosphere of society operated on a different ethical code. She'd forgiven him and turned a blind eye to the late nights he spent at the office. When he'd insisted on the trip, part of her had been relieved that he seemed to be eager to spend time alone with her, loving only her. Now she knew the truth—that any willing pussy would suffice, and that the fact his fiancé had been skiing on the 23
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slopes outside the resort only added to the thrill. For the rest of her life, she could expect him to fuck the maids, the secretaries, maybe even her friends—so long as she was willing to look the other way and shine on his arm when he needed to play the role of family man in public. Kate had sat there shivering, glancing down at her lacy underwear, worn especially for him, and made up her mind from one heartbeat to the next that she deserved more. She'd walked to the suitcase she hadn't had a chance to unpack the previous evening and pulled out a pair of jeans and a sweater, grabbed her jacket and purse, then went to the counter of the kitchenette, swiped up the keys to their rental car and left her diamond ring in their place. She wouldn't bother with the case, with her clothes. She just needed to get away fast.
The slamming of the hotel room door had gotten his attention. Dismayed, he'd followed her down the hallway. She'd stood in the elevator with a wide-eyed older couple as he'd pleaded, and her response had been to yank the towel from his waist and wave it as the doors slid closed. She'd been stupid to think the sun rose and set in David Winter's lying blue eyes. She'd been shortsighted thinking that her life would be so much better with his money to console her when he travelled for business or worked extra hours. How long had she worn blinders, determinedly ignoring all the signs the man was a cheat and would never be satisfied with just one woman in his life?
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staff's warnings about buying a set of snow chains, she'd had plenty of time to think. She'd known all along she'd never be happy with him. She'd let herself be swayed, comparing the heavily weighted "pro" side of the column against the single item in "con" side. There were so many qualities to admire about him that she'd wanted desperately to make their relationship work. As impressive as his good looks, wealth and connections were, she'd been turned inside out by his skill as a lover, and she knew she'd miss that.
Deeply.
But now, fate had given her a chance to prove to herself that sex with David wasn't the best she'd ever have. If the thick, blunt instrument denting her backside was any indication, she'd find plenty of proof that there were other men out there who could give her just as much pleasure as the smooth and confident man who'd swept her off her feet with his practiced moves.