Page 33 of If The Fates Allow
She followed the sound, with Noah hissing after her to stop. A break in the trees and brush was up ahead, and the sounds of water rushing past overtook the voices. Their words were hardly discernible now, coming across more like grunts.
Not far behind, Noah seized her arm just as Willa broke partly through the bushes and came to an abrupt stop right on the edge of the brown, murky river of water flowing past. It had always been strange to Willa how the blue of fresh water and the turquoise of the sea could merge to make such a disgusting shade of brown. Brackish is what they called it, and the muddy color filled the numerous dune lakes and small rivers connecting the bayous with the ocean.
But Willa wasn’t looking at the water.
She was staring at the opposite shore
And directly at a naked Paul Anderson moving between a woman’s legs.
The distance between them wasn’t all that great, with the river of brackish sludge no more than perhaps twelve feet across. She was quite certain she remained hidden, partially obscured by the trees and bushes lining the shore.
Not that either Paul or the woman would notice anything. A dragon could swoop down to obliterate them both with a single breath, and the pair wouldn’t even acknowledge its presence.
“Goodness,” she exhaled, hypnotized by Paul rutting wildly between the woman’s thighs. The couple was on a blanket, the woman crying out in abandon with every strike. “Goodness.”
Noah stood at her back, his hand sliding forward to rest on her stomach. “Come along, Willa,” he whispered in her ear. “This is not for us to see.”
She ignored his command. “Do men always do that during the act?”
“Do what?”
“Flop around in such a way?” she asked. “It looks rather animalistic.”
Noah’s chuckle had her shivering. “Give Paul the benefit of the doubt here. He’s excited and attempting to find his rhythm.” The hand on her stomach moved higher, stopping at her ribs. “But to answer your question, yes. When it’s good between a man and a woman, they can lose themselves to their animalistic natures.”
Katie cried out, and the sound echoed through the trees. Willa’s eyes went wide. “Is he hurting her?”
“No.”
The echoed cries shifted to moans, and combined with the slap of flesh and the sight of Paul’s muscular ass straining as he moved faster, Willa’s curiosity only grew. “Then why is she making those noises?”
Noah’s hand pressed against her ribs, his thumb stroking her lower breast. Unlike their first meeting, the move this time was completely intentional, and she shouldn’t allow it.
But she did and even arched for more.
“We can discuss this on the way back to Haven.”
“No, I will hear it now.”
Noah’s lips grazed her ear as he spoke. “Because Katie likes feeling Paul buried deep inside her.”
“That’s very hard to believe.”
In an obviously well-practiced move, Katie flipped Paul to his back, and the remnants of the chemise she wore were shucked over her head to be tossed on the sand.
“What is she…oh my.”
If Willa thought she couldn’t peel her eyes away before, she was mistaken. Totally enthralled, she stared at a naked Katie riding Paul as if she were riding a wild stallion. A blur of motion, the sight could almost be considered beautiful if one took the time to think about it. With her head thrown back and her large breasts swaying as Paul’s hands gripped her hips to encourage her on, Katie looked rather magnificent as she took control.
And when Paul lifted his head to speak softly to her, Willa found herself leaning forward to listen.
“Paul is telling her how good she’s doing.” Noah’s thumb continued to stroke her breast, the light touch causing goosebumps to explode across her skin. “And how much he likes the way she takes him into her body.”
“Oh.”
The couple’s screams grew, punctuated by Paul hammering into Katie from below. Holding her above him, his thick cock worked in and out, slamming upward at a speed that had Willa biting her bottom lip.
“That’s awfully fast.”
