chapter 31

“Shit!” she gasped. Who the heck jumped in the creek? And more importantly, did he know how to swim? Considering she definitely didn’t know how, she really hoped the big bear was okay.

Gripping the tree bark with her nails, she waited breathlessly until a man emerged from the water. There went her ability to relax for the rest of the night. Ky got out of the water. Ky naked as the day he’d been born. The moonlight reflected off his skin, showing every single wet muscle in high definition.

She bit her lip, swallowed hard and continued to stare.

He combed his fingers through his short spiky hair and stretched his arms above his head. His body gleamed with wetness. He marched away from the water, toward the house. Still naked and so sexy she could do nothing to stop her feet from following behind him.

Careful not to make noise, she took her time sauntering after him.

He went around the house, to a side entrance that led to his bedroom. A big bed was visible through the glass sliding door. She saw it all clearly from the spot she stood at behind a giant old tree.

He didn’t bother shutting the door. Her pussy throbbed from intense arousal. He threw some items she couldn’t quite make out on his bed. Her curiosity was more than piqued. She wanted him to pick up whatever he’d thrown on the bed so she could see what it was. Then he sat down with some pillows propped behind his back. She watched him press buttons on a TV remote. Still naked and with a very erect cock, he flicked through channels. She wondered how he’d watch anything in that state.

Why was she still standing there, peeping on him like some demented pervert? Because damn it all to hell, he was hot. That and she liked watching his body. All those muscles and that slight mat of hair on his chest. He was the complete opposite of every man she’d ever been with.

Combine that with the sexual chemistry they had and she was fascinated.

Her gaze zoomed in on his hand. He had squirted something in it.

Shit. Was that lube? Sure enough, he wrapped his hand around his cock and leaned back into the pillows. Oh, no. Oh this was bad. This was really bad. She should go before he—too late. She watched, mesmerized, as he jerked his cock with his big hand. He’d stopped watching whatever was on the television. His gaze had strayed to the open door and stayed there. If it weren’t so dark, she’d swear he could see her.

If she weren’t so aroused and needing relief, she might feel bad that she’d intruded in such a private moment. As it was, she started to squirm while standing there. Her harsh breaths pounded loud in her ears. Her clit twitched, needing to be touched. She slid a hand down the inside of her shorts, still focused on Ky. He appeared fixated on her. She rubbed her hand between her legs and bit back a moan. She was wet. Wet and desperate to be touched by him.

It felt good to touch herself. She knew without a doubt that Ky touching her would feel better than this, but she couldn’t ask for that right then. She slipped past her clit and plunged her fingers into her wet center.

His handling of his cock turned rougher. He jerked hard, every few strokes rubbing the tip with his thumb. She couldn’t see the color of his eyes from where she stood, but she would bet her entire savings they were deep green. He groaned every few moments, the sound managed to make her wetter.

She wanted to run into his room and offer to do the job for him. Just the thought of his cock sliding into her mouth brought an electric tingle to her aching pussy. She pressed a finger into her clit, tweaking the tiny nerve spot hard, tugging the bit of flesh with almost painful speed. With her other hand, she held herself steady by the tree. Her legs started to shake with her fondling of herself.

You need to get laid!

She lost the battle with her shaky legs and slid down to her knees. Even with her inability to stay upright, she didn’t stop. She stared at him, continuing to press at her clit, fingers sliding over her pleasure bundle in hard circles. His chest rose and fell, his breathing harsh and labored. She heard his moans and knew it was getting harder for him. The same as it was for her. Her hand rubbed against the material of her shorts, but she didn’t care. She gasped, and for a second swore he’d heard her.

God! She was going to get into trouble. There was no stopping at that point. Her hand had a mind of its own. She swooped down, sinking her fingers into her wet heat, coating them with her arousal and then gliding them over her clit. Back and forth. Each slow wet slide and press tightened the burning in her sex. Meanwhile, Ky’s neck veins popped out, showing how close he was getting to losing his control. He pleasured himself with his eyes locked on her. It added gasoline to the fire raging like a perfect storm in her core.

She tapped her clit hard. Once. Twice. On the third time she had to bite down on her lip to keep from screaming and swore she tasted blood. She inhaled sharply, struggling to stop the whimpers riding the back of her throat. Her entire body shook as almost painful pleasure blasted through her.

Ky’s jerking slowed. He tensed, threw his head back and roared.

The loud sound was coupled with semen spurting from his cock. She had to blink repeatedly to get her vision to refocus. It was moments before he stopped breathing harshly and milking his cock. Then he moved. He stood up and left for an attached bathroom.

She took that moment to stand and get the hell away from the house.

There had been times in her life she’d done silly things, but never had she ever peeped on a man masturbating. And she sure as hell hadn’t started doing it herself while watching him. Not that there was an ounce of remorse in her.

She got back to the tiny cabin and locked herself in. No more nighttime walks. Only god knew what else she’d see if she stayed out there. Not to mention she might beg to join in. That’s all she needed. For her date to think she couldn’t control her urges.

After a really cold shower, she went to bed. Tomorrow would be soon enough to see Ky and decide if things between them were worth pursuing.

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Ky’s morning started out with him in a pissy mood and way too early for his own good. He’d been unable to sleep thinking about Nita.

Jesus Christ. He’d seen her out there, playing with herself at the same time she watched him masturbate. He didn’t know what came over him, but he’d loved that he’d turned her on to the point she needed to make herself come.

Nita moaning and touching her own body had been better than the video on his TV. He’d been mentally fucking her all night and when he realized he’d get no sleep, he chose to self-pleasure. But he hadn’t expected her, outside his door, moaning and whimpering with one hand between her legs and the other holding the tree next to her. She’d made the most amazing face as she came, her features lost in the pleasure of her orgasm.