Page 46 of Outlaw Ridge: Hayes

Hayes groaned at the skin-to-skin contact. Her breasts against his chest. It was damn fine torture, and he had to do some tasting. Gently still. He lowered his head and took her nipple into his mouth.

She bucked against, pushing her center against his hard-on and nearly causing his eyes to cross. She didn’t stop there, either. She tongue kissed her way down his neck to his chest. To his stomach. She cursed though when she reached his pants.

“Please tell me you have a condom,” she said.

If he wanted to put a stop to this, he could have lied and said no. But he didn’t want to stop it, even if he knew it was a mistake. He figured some mistakes were just worth making.

“In my wallet,” he managed to say.

Jemma’s eyes brightened, and she went after his wallet as if she were on a mission. She unhooked his belt, lowered his zipper and only then reached into his pocket.

And she touched him.

Those bright eyes took on a mischievous glint as she brushed her hands and fingers against his dick, and it seemed to take minutes, maybe an eternity, before she came out with the wallet.

Hayes took the wallet from her, extracted the condom. Then, he went on his own mission. To get naked and to have sex.

Even though Jemma was continuing the torture by kissing any part of him she could get her mouth on, Hayes managed to get off his boots and his pants. Jemma went after his boxers while he went after the rest of her clothes.

Because they were still kissing and still touching, the heat was continuing to build. And it was pushing that need up, up, up. That made time the enemy. That meant there was an intense urgency that they just couldn't set aside.

They had to have each other now.

Hayes went with the now and stripped off her panties. Of course, even the urgency didn’t make him cut one part of the foreplay short. He kissed her bare stomach and went lower, tasting the sweet heat of her center.

Jemma cursed him, grabbed a handful of his hair again and let the kissing go on until she could apparently take no more.

She pulled him back onto the bed, moving onto his lap again while he put on the condom. Again, she didn’t make that easy for him because she just continued to torment him with her mouth.

Hayes did something about that. He pushed into her, watching the shock of the pleasure spread across her face. Hegave her a moment to adjust, a moment to catch her breath. Then, he started the long, hard strokes inside her.

Jemma made those strokes even harder by moving with him. By sliding into the rhythm with him that would put an end to this all too soon.

He wanted to hang on, wanted to make this last, but it was Jemma who put a dent in the last of his resolve. Her climax rippled through, clamping onto him and making it impossible for him not to join her.

Hayes pulled her to him for that one last stroke, and they both went over the edge together.

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Chapter Fifteen

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Jemma hoped Hayes and she didn’t look too guilty, or sexually sated, when they went back downstairs.

Sex probably hadn’t been what Owen had in mind when he’d sent them to her room, but she was so very glad that it’d happened. She had been lusting after Hayes for months now, and it had been amazing to finally land in bed with him.

Of course,amazingdidn’t completely eliminate the guilt over the break they’d taken. But Jemma figured the therapeutic effect outweighed what they could have contributed to the investigation during the two-and-a-half hours they’d been upstairs.

The meds were likely helping as well. She wasn’t a hundred percent yet, but no parts of her were throbbing in pain either.

They made their way into the dining room to the flood of activity that she’d come to expect, but there was some actual dining going on as well. Not just the usual sandwiches and such that Owen had been having delivered but also pizza. And lots of it. There were at least a dozen huge boxes on the tables, and everyone was chowing down, including Ruby, while she worked on her tablet.

Owen looked up when Hayes and Jemma stepped in, and while he didn’t dole out a full-blown smile, he gave a nod,apparently satisfied that she didn’t look ready to collapse in pain.

“Grab some pizza,” Owen immediately said. “And I’ll fill you in on what Reed, Presley, and Angel have uncovered. They found some interesting links between our missing hikers and two of our suspects.”

That sounded promising, but since she was indeed hungry, Jemma helped herself to a slice of pizza and a Coke. Owen did the same.

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