Blackbird's Fall - Jenika Snow Page 0,32
was beating down on everything today, and even though she was in the woods, looking for the wild blackberry bushes she knew were close to the property, the oppressive heat could still be felt.
She bent over, pushed some of the foliage away, and saw the bushes of ripened blackberries. A swatch of light came through from an opening in the tops of the tress, giving the berries enough to grow. Maya started picking the berries and putting them in the small basket she carried, but then the feeling of something close to her had her standing and turning around, the knife that had been strapped to her hip now in her hand. She held it out in front of her, ready to use it, but she saw Sherman and Marius coming toward her. He stopped and held up his hands.
“Dammit, I told you not to walk up on me. You’re liable to get stabbed.” She wasn’t teasing. She’d rather jab first and ask questions later, especially in this shitty world.
He started chuckling, and she sheathed her knife again, unable to keep her smile in. Every passing day, she grew to love him even more. They were a team, and she knew that without his company, without his help, she would have had a difficult time living out here by herself. As it was, the last few months when she’d been here alone had been starting to eat away at her. Not even Sherman as her companion had been enough.
Marius came closer, and she eyed him, wondering what was on his mind since he wore a smirk.
“You look like you have something up your sleeves.”
He lifted his arms. “I’m wearing a T-shirt, baby.”
She rolled her eyes at his reply. When he was a foot from her, the tree stopping her from even thinking about leaving, all she could feel was his body heat. “You’re funny,” she said in a bland tone but smiled. He moved a step closer to her. “Marius, what are we doing?” Maya said on a whisper, feeling her arousal rise. This was always how she felt when he was near, when he looked at those with those intense, serious eyes.
He reached out and smoothed his hand on her cheek. “I’m not doing anything,” he said unconvincingly. He continued to move his hand down, over her throat, across her collarbones, and covered one of her breasts.
The only sound that could be heard was of them breathing heavily. Sherman was off to the side rummaging around, but all she could focus on was Marius.
“What would you say if I said I wanted to fuck you right here?”
She sucked in a lungful of air. “It’s dangerous being out here.”
He moved closer until his chest brushed her breasts. “I’ll protect you.” He pressed her up against the tree and ground his hard dick into her belly until she gasped slightly. Maya dropped the basket, the berries forgotten as pleasure stole her sanity and common sense.
“This is kind of reckless,” she said without any worry in her voice, without fearing they were in danger.
“Yeah, and doesn’t it feel fucking incredible,” Marius said without phrasing it like a question.
She closed her eyes when his warm breath teased her throat.
“Look at me, baby,” he said low, commanding.
She opened her eyes and looked at him. He smoothed his hand over the side of her head, grabbed a chunk of her hair, and tilted her head to the side. He then dipped his head and ran his tongue up the length of her throat, eliciting a moan from her.
“God, Marius,” she said and grabbed his shoulders, digging her nails into his cotton-covered flesh.
“You taste good, sweet and addictive.”
She was so damn aroused, her pussy wet, her clit feeling swollen. Although they were alone, doing this out here was exciting, almost like she was living dangerously. Of course she was, she supposed.
She pushed him away an inch, but before he could say anything, she shed her clothes. She only had a T-shirt and capris on, but they’d felt so damn abrasive on her flesh. When she stood before him in only her panties and bra, he took control. Marius helped her take her underwear off by grabbing the elastic at her hips and pushing them down her legs. He then pulled the cups of her bra down so her breasts spilled out of the top. Having that item of clothing still on aroused her even more.
Holding her gaze with his, she heard him inhale deeply, as if