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  One stone? Oh yes, one very big, very hard stone pressing against my leg.

  “So, you’re keeping me from becoming a crazy cat lady and helping me fulfill my adventure.”

  “Yeah, what a guy, huh?”

  I laugh. “I’ll say.”

  “The things I’d do for you, Reese.”

  “You’re a very good friend, Cole.”

  “The best,” he says, his eyes glinting playfully.

  “And after the vacation?”

  “Things go back to normal. You and me, best friends.”

  God, could I really do that?

  Then again, could I really not do this?

  He lifts my T-shirt, his gaze moving over my body like it’s the first time he’s seen it. “Sit up,” he whispers, all humor gone from his face.

  I inch up until my mouth is near his nipple, and as he slides his hand around my back to release my bra clasp with practiced ease, I flick my tongue out and lick him, reveling in the warm, salty taste of his skin.

  He flinches. “Jesus.” I do it again, and he growls. “Arms up.” I lift, and he peels off my T-shirt and removes my bra. “Lie back down.”

  I catch the heat in his eyes as he makes me a small pillow with my shirt and his, tucking them carefully under my head. We might have just agreed to sex, but my heart tightens at the way he’s making me comfortable first and foremost. I’ve missed him since he left New York. A lot. Too much.

  With a touch so gentle I could weep, he lightly strokes my breasts, his thumbs caressing my nipples. Does he touch all his lovers like this? If so, no wonder women are clamoring for a second time with him. But he has a revolving door, and a rule about never the same woman twice. Seriously, though, after experiencing his brand of lovemaking, who in their right mind would want any other man touching their body.

  Lovemaking? What the hell?

  It’s sex, Reese.

  “These…” His soft breath washes over my quivering nipples as he zeroes in on them. “I have so many ideas for what I’m going to do to these.” He bends and swipes the soft blade of his tongue over one nipple.

  “Cole,” I croak.

  His gaze moves to mine, and his playfulness is back. “What’s wrong? Still afraid someone might come?”

  “Yeah,” I say, so turned on it’s hard to think straight. The walls of the cave close in on me, nothing in the world existing but this man and the things he’s promising me.

  “What about the ghost? Still afraid this place is haunted?” I nod and wonder what kind of game he’s playing. “Don’t you see? I’m helping you out with that, too.”

  “How could you possibly help with that?” I ask.

  “By making you moan loud enough to scare it away.”

  Yes, please.

  “That’s very good thinking, Cole.”

  “I do what I can,” he says, and this time he pulls that same hard nipple into his mouth. I arch my back and whimper.

  “Oh, so good…” I run my nails over his back, and when he growls, it thrills me that he’s as into this as I am.

  Pressure builds between my legs, and I widen them. His cock presses against the hungry spot needing his touch, and I lift slightly, moving against him.

  He softens his tongue and leisurely glides it over my other nipple and I whimper louder. “That’s it, Reese. Keep making noises like that.” He bites down, sucks my nub between his teeth.

  “Yes,” I cry out and grip his hair to keep his mouth on me.

  His soft chuckle vibrates through my body, and my nipples tighten even more. I moan and toss my head, my hair tangling beneath me. His mouth leaves my breasts and I cry out at the loss, but when he goes lower, my yelp of disappointment turns into a cry of approval. His tongue burns my flesh as he licks a path to the button on my shorts, and I gasp when he rips into them with his teeth.

  “I think I need to find other ways to make you moan,” he teases. “But don’t worry. I have a lot of ideas.”

  Thank you, universe.

  Once he has the button open, he grips my shorts and slowly slides them down my legs, leaving my thong in place. My God, I could climax just from the way he’s looking at my barely there panties. I’m sure many women have seen that look in Cole’s eye before, but until today, I’ve never been lucky enough.

  “You still with me, Reese?” he asks, since I’ve gone quiet.

  I can take care of myself, but truthfully, I kind of like the way he always checks in with me. “Yes,” I say, my hands going to my breasts.

  His nostrils flare as his hands grip my thighs and widen them. He tugs the string on my thong, runs his finger along it, and pushes it to the side to completely expose my sex. Admiration fills his face and does the strangest things to me. “Yeah, when I’m through, your throat is going to be raw from all the screaming I’m going to make you do.”

  I love a confident man.

  Heat suffuses my body, as he leans in and fills his lungs with my aroused scent. My body hums with tension, a desperate sort of ache taking hold as he wets his bottom lip like he’s preparing for a feast.

  “Please…” I whimper.

  He looks at me, his features taut with hunger, and it arouses me even more. “Yeah, keep talking to me, Reese.” I tremble from his gaze, his words, as he runs his thumb over my nether lips, widening my sex, and lightly nudging my swollen clit. I revel in the needy way he’s touching me, the possessive way he takes in my nakedness. “Keep scaring the ghost away.”

  With one quick tug, he tears my panties from my hips, and I gasp out loud. He grins, and tucks them into his back pocket like they’re some sort of souvenir. “I’ll replace them,” he murmurs and then flattens himself on the ground and slides his hands under my ass to lift my body to his mouth.

  The first sweet touch of his tongue to my clit sends sparks shooting through me, and stars dance on the cave walls. The temperature in the cave skyrockets, and my body grows hot, too hot. His tongue slides and caresses as he eats at me, and his loud moans are matching mine. I’m not sure who is turned on more here. He pushes his tongue inside, and I clench around him. Tremors begin in my core, and Cole growls louder.

  A shuddery little breath escapes my lungs as he sucks, nibbles, and pushes a finger inside me. I writhe shamelessly and reach for him as he fills me. His tongue slicks and curls over me, back and forth, back and forth, a torturous tease, and volcanic pressure builds. I try to breathe past it. I am so not ready for this to end.

  The truth is, I’ve had sex before, but what this man is doing to me is blowing my damn mind. But maybe that’s it. Maybe it’s different because I’m with my best friend, a guy who truly cares about me, and vice versa.

  “That’s it,” he whispers against my clit, the vibration bringing on a rush of wetness. His fingers burrow deep, and I draw in a sharp breath as the world closes in on me. Completely lost in the moment—in Cole—I shut my eyes. Drugged, already addicted, I give in to everything pulling at me. I move restlessly as my sex pulses and I tumble into an intense orgasm.

  “Cole,” I cry out as I shatter around his fingers.

  “Keep coming for me, Reece,” he responds from between my legs, the need in his voice spiking my desire as he laps at me, drinking in all my liquid desire.

  I shake beneath him as he buries his face in my sex. He stays between my thighs for a long time, lapping and licking until he’s had his fill. A fluttering noise reaches my ears, and when he finally lifts his head and I see moisture around his mouth—my hot desire wetting his face—it arouses me all over again. His grin is wicked, sexy, and my breath catches at the playful way he’s looking at me.

  “Hear that?” he asks.

  I listen, and I hear something flutter. “Yeah.”

  “You weren’t loud enough. I need to rectify that.”

  He pushes to his feet to rip into his pants. I scurry backward a bit when he releases his cock, so big and hard for me that I nearly swallow my tongue.

  His head dips, the muscles along his jaw clenching
. “You okay, Reese?” he asks as he takes his cock into his hand and strokes it.

  “Yeah,” I manage, but I can’t tear my gaze away as he rubs himself, long steady pumps that make me ache to feel him inside me.

  He snatches the water bottle, opens it, and presses it to my mouth. “Drink.”

  I take a long pull, then he finishes what’s left and shoves it into his backpack. I swipe my tongue over my bottom lip, wetting my dry skin.

  Cole groans, a deep, tortured sound, so sexy and needy it gives me an idea. A dirty, delicious, naughty idea. He likes to play during sex, but two can enjoy his game, right? “You know,” I begin and point at him, “your voice is much deeper than mine. If you ask me, I think your moans might be just what we need to scare the ghost away.”

  His eyes narrow, but before he can say anything, I go up on my knees and take his hard cock into my hungry mouth.

  “Holy fuuuuck,” he growls, and the sound echoes around us, proving my point. “That is so hot.”

  I draw what I can of him to the back of my throat, and he gently grips my hair. His moans grow louder, but I can hardly hear them through the thundering of my heart. I lick his pre-cum and suck harder, working for more. His muscles are so tight, his blood flowing so fast, I know he’s close. While I want to taste him, selfish girl that I am, I’m too desperate to have him inside me to let him come in my mouth. But there’ll be time for that later. We still have plenty of vacation left.

  Wait, this should probably be a one-time-only thing, right? I should clarify that.

  He tugs on my hair. “Reese, you need to stop.”

  I inch back and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. “Why?” I ask innocently, and he just growls at me.

  “On your back. It’s time for me to fuck you.”

  I fall onto the makeshift pillow and stare up at his magnificent body, all hard lines and grooves I can’t wait to explore with my hands and tongue. He drops to his knees, and I widen my thighs to accommodate him.

  He leans into me and that’s when it occurs to me that we need protection. I can’t freaking believe I nearly forgot. But my body is on sensory overload, so far gone that it’s like I’m having an out-of-body experience, and that’s messing with me in dangerous ways.

  “Condom,” I say, my voice cracking.

  Cole fists his hair. “Shit, right. Sorry about that.”

  “You have one?”

  Please let him have one!

  “Yeah,” he says and grabs his shorts.

  Cripes, I don’t know what I was worried about. This is Cole. An adrenaline-junkie adventure guide who is always prepared for everything.

  If only I were prepared for this.

  He grabs a condom. “I can’t believe I almost forgot,” he says, his deep voice rippling through me as he quickly sheathes himself then settles between my legs. I guess this sex is messing with him as much as it is me.

  “Ready to scream, Reesey Piecey?”

  I grin. Honestly, I never knew sex could be so much fun. “Yes,” I murmur against his throat.

  He rubs his cock up to caress my clit, teasing the ever-living hell out of me. If his goal is to make me scream from want, then he’s seriously headed down the right road. His crown circles my hard nub languidly, and my entire body tingles in anticipation.

  With single-minded determination, I move, lift, and shift, anything to force him inside, but he clearly has other plans, and I believe they involve driving me out of my mind. I fear I’m going to start babbling like an idiot soon. That would for sure scare any ghosts away.

  His crown circles, teases, and slips in an inch, only to withdraw. Pressure builds in my body as desperation takes hold.

  Enough already.

  I pinch his back and he chuckles. “What’s the matter, Reesey Piecey?”

  “You know what’s the matter.”

  “Sorry, you’re going to have to tell me.”

  “Hate you,” I say.

  “Hate you, too.”

  His tip enters, giving me only an inch, and a cry lodges in my throat, his teasing becoming too much. I need him. Now.

  “Cole, please,” I beg.

  “Keep talking to me, Reese. Keep making lots of noise,” he says, acting like he has all the patience in the world, but I can sense his restraint, his fight for control. He’s as desperate to be inside me as I am to have him. But for some reason he’s holding himself back.

  “I need your cock,” I say, and don’t care if I sound like an eager nymphomaniac because right now, there is no better way to describe me.

  He shoves a little deeper inside, and when he gives a husky groan, my eyes roll in my head. My sex clenches, and it’s almost scary how much I want this—how much I need him.

  “Is this what you want? Is this what’s going to make you moan louder?”

  “Yes,” I say. “This is exactly what I need.”

  His sharp intake of breath doesn’t go unnoticed by me as I fall back onto the makeshift pillow. He powers forward and fills me even more, and I don’t care who the hell is in the vicinity. I let go of all inhibitions and just whimper without care.

  “Good, so damn good,” I say, and grip him with my sex muscles to keep him from pulling out again.

  “Fuck, yes,” he says, and rewards me by burying himself deep. “I can’t wait for you to come around my cock,” he whispers in my ear.

  I give a broken gasp as his words echo through me. “Yes. Fuck me, Cole. Hard,” I cry out as he fills me in a way I’ve never been filled before. My muscles suck him in, and I clench around him, but he pulls out, and the sweet friction nearly sends me soaring to the moon. His mouth finds mine again, and he fills me even more as his veins become engorged with heated blood.

  His chest pushes against mine, rubbing and stimulating my aching nipples as he moves over me. He presses harder, strokes faster, and every nerve in my body is screaming as the need builds, reaching a point of no return. We move together, finding a natural rhythm like we’ve been doing this our entire lives. I must say, we’ve done a lot of things together, but sadly, this wasn’t one of them. I’m so glad we’re rectifying that.

  His hands slide over my body, exploring, stroking softly in contrast to the sweet stabs of pleasure between my legs, the combination raising my need for him higher and higher.

  “Cole,” I murmur.

  The air around us sizzles. “Can’t hear you.” He pulls out and slams back in again, greedily plunging, frantic with need.

  “Yes,” I cry out. I love seeing him this aroused, this needy. My hands race over his hot skin, sharing in his urgency, the intimacy between us.

  Cole gives a low groan and crushes his hands through my hair. “I’m so close,” he growls. The need in his voice sends me soaring, and my entire body squeezes. “Fuck, Reese.”

  I climax around his cock, my orgasm stronger than anything I’ve ever felt before. But I can’t think about that right now as my sex throbs and pulses and I feel like I’m free-falling without a net. I whimper and hold on to Cole like my life depends on it.

  “Breathe, Reese,” he says and stills inside me, the intimacy in his tone sending a riot of emotions racing through me as I clench so hard I practically lose my vision. As he gives me a moment to recover, he moves my hair from my face. My lids flash open and when I catch the tender way he’s looking at me my heart goes into my throat. “You good?” he asks.

  I nod, too afraid to speak, too afraid of what I might say. I move against him, undulating my hips to let him know I’m ready for him again—want everything he has to give me. As my body quakes, I mentally kick myself for going off the pill. I want to feel him release inside me. The first thing I’m going to do when we return home is to go back on birth control. Wait! Shit. I’m not thinking clearly. This ends when this trip is over and we go our separate ways.

  He jerks his hips forward and our moans mingle, all thoughts of the pill forgotten. I lift to take him in deeper, and love the way his lids grow heavier like he’s lost to everyth
ing except what the two of us are doing.

  A new kind of need churns inside me, fueling my desires, pushing me close to the precipice once again.

  I wrap my legs around his back and hug him with my thighs. His head goes back and his eyes close as he stills inside me. I take in his features, the strength of his body, the closeness between us.

  “Come for me again, Reese,” he commands, and just like that I let go, my body obeying his demands with another hot rush of heat between my legs. Honest to God, I never expected to come a third time, but the look on his face, and the command in his voice, pushed me over the edge again.

  “Oh, fuck, Reese,” he says. “I feel you.”

  “I feel you, too,” I say, but never have I felt anything like this. I slide my hands around his back and tug until his mouth is on mine. We kiss, our tongues languidly sliding as we ride out our releases. On his last pulse, Cole collapses on top of me, his mouth going to my neck. His breath is so hot it’s scalding my skin. I hold him to me. Holy hell. I feel a level of satisfaction I’ve never known. It’s insane how good it is between us. I had no idea it could ever be this good.

  Yes, you did.

  Okay, maybe I did. Maybe I wanted this, thought about it once, twice or a million times over the years. But I sure as hell wasn’t going to act on it. This is Cole. My best friend in the whole world. We hold each other for a long time, both lost in our own thoughts. His hand is on my arm, stroking softly, touching me in such a familiar way.

  “Reese,” he finally says, breaking the quiet as he pulls out of me.

  His harsh breath flutters the hair on my neck, and I ache at the sudden loss of him inside me. “Yeah?”

  “We good?” he asks, his voice rumbling against my ear.

  “Yes,” I say, pretty sure things will never be the same again.

  “Still hate me?”

  “More than ever.”

  “Hate you, too.”

  Chapter Four

  Cole

  I pace inside my hotel room, my mind racing a million miles an hour. I still can’t believe I had sex with Reese. In a haunted cave. At the top of a mountain. Where anyone could have walked in on us.