This Fearless Girl (St. Clary's University #2) - E. M. Moore Page 0,52
out, my head tipped toward the wispy orange sky as my pussy clenches around Lucas’ fingers.
“Fuuuck,” Wyatt pants, then bites his lip, a groan spilling into the air. It’s hot as fuck, and I lose myself in the picture until Lucas pulls out of me and tugs me close. We both still for a moment at our perfect positioning. I meet his intense stare before sliding forward, my core meeting the hard ridges of his cock. I nibble his neck playfully.
“I’m going to see my way out of this,” Wyatt says, wading toward us and kissing my shoulder. “Thank you, beautiful.”
He leaves, emerging from the creek with a semi while he bends over to pick up his clothes.
With him gone, I rock against Lucas again. He drops his head. “You’re killing me.” He matches my movements, teasing my core. “Dakota, I don’t have anything,” he breathes, voice straining. He holds me in place and rolls forward, the tip of his dick rubbing my clit. “Fuck,” he groans. His breathing deepens. “You’re not on birth control, are you?”
My jaw clenches. The head of his cock is right fucking there. Just one move and he’d be inside me. I shake my head. “No. I barely went to the doctors when I was a kid, my father sure as hell wasn’t going to take me to a gynecologist.”
He sucks in a breath, placing his forehead on mine. “As much as I want to say fuck everything, I can’t.” He swallows. “I know first-hand what happens to unwanted kids.”
My stomach bottoms out. I finally get a handle on myself and back away. “Of course. I’m so sorry.”
“I’m so fucking sorry,” he fumes, letting my feet return to the creek bottom. He clasps my face in his palms. “You drive me so fucking crazy. I want you. Right here. Home. Anywhere. I just want to be smart about it.” He roams his gaze down my body. “I’ve never met anyone as beautiful as you. As pure as you.” He gives my ass a tap, regret pulling his features taut. “Why don’t you get out so Stone can come back to camp before his head explodes?”
I dip down one last time, letting the refreshing water cascade over me, then tiptoe out, picking up my clothes as I go. “Are you coming?” I ask.
“One second,” he grunts. His voice is tense, speaking around a clenched jaw. I peer over my shoulder to find him facing away from me, muscles bunched—his arm the only thing moving.
I drop my clothes to the dirt and retrace my steps to the water. I stand behind him, reach around, and search his cock out. He stills as I maneuver into place, then fists his hand over mine, continuing to stroke. “Fuck, Dakota.”
I drop my free hand to his thigh, his hips bucking wildly. The trail I lick up his spine makes his body shudder and moan under the waning light. I nip the skin of his shoulder blade, and he squeezes me tighter.
“I’m imagining being inside your tight pussy, and it feels so fucking amazing.”
I kiss the base of his neck, licking little droplets of water from his taut skin. “I can’t wait for you to fuck me.”
His hips still, and the cock in my hand jerks. Lucas hisses as it pulses. Eventually, his shoulders hunch, muscles relaxing.
He loosens his grip and I follow, teasing him with one final stroke. His body convulses before he spins to grin at me. “Prepare yourself for when we get back, Wild Girl. Not the treasure, not school, not even fucking Cole is going to stop me from claiming every piece of you.”
18
Stone and I work together the next day, too.
We grid three more areas to cover in this valley of interest. Even though yesterday with Lucas and Wyatt was a pick-me-up, today is draining. The sun feels like it’s baked through my skin. It’s an unseasonably hot day, and I can’t help but wish for that blissful dip in temperature that’s coming soon with fall approaching.
Today, Stone and I have taken turns metal detecting while the other explores the surrounding landscape, looking for anything unnatural or manmade. In the past, gold miners were known to use cacti to denote trails. Since certain species can live to be a couple of hundred years old, it’s possible some of this vegetation was here when my ancestors were. Back when the legend of the gold wasn’t that far away and didn’t seem so impossible to find.