Page 29 of False Flag

She hadn’t taken a full shower after the games; she’d merely cleaned up and fixed her hair with dry shampoo. Now she stripped, checked to ensure her hair was clipped tight to keep it out of the spray, and stepped into the shower.

She borrowed Jake’s body wash, which smelled like an aphrodisiac. Or rather, like Jake. Same thing, really.

The private shower was a luxury she hadn’t expected to enjoy tonight. The heat and pressure were perfect for muscles that ached after carrying a heavy pack while hiking several miles through hilly woods.

Scrubbed and relaxed, she used the only towel, slightly damp from earlier use, to dry. She wrapped it around herself and emerged from the bathroom, where she came face-to-face with the cabin’s sole occupant.

Jake stood at the foot of his bed, a bemused look on his face. “Please tell me you aren’t armed this time.”

She hesitated for just a moment, then dropped the towel, raising her hands high. “As you can see, no weapons.”

Chapter Ten

“That’s debatable.” Jake’s voice came out hoarse. Her body slayed him. Not perfect in the way he’d imagined. No, she had many unimaginable imperfections that only made her more beautiful. More real. Not some fantasy woman.

Stretch marks along the sides of her breasts and inner thighs. A slightly rounded belly that stood out all the more on her petite frame. A real, flesh-and-blood woman, with freckles and fresh scrapes and bruises, likely from the games today. A red four-inch scar puckered the skin over her ribs on her right side.

Too jagged to be a surgery cut, it must’ve been horrifically painful.

She must’ve noticed his stare because her hand covered the mark. He shifted his gaze to her face. She bit her lip and no longer looked as confident and bold as she had when she’d dropped the towel.

He’d intended to question her motives before accepting what she was clearly offering, but now he had to dispel whatever insecurity had taken hold. They both knew he’d absolutely take anything she was willing to give.

He stepped closer and placed his palm at the back of her neck, then stroked her cheek with his thumb, urging her to tilt her head back.

She did as he wanted, and he leaned down and took her mouth. She opened for him, and his tongue slid inside, exploring, licking, sucking.

Her arms circled his neck. She made a little mewing sound that sent a wave of heat surging through him. He scooped her up. Her legs wrapped around his hips as he held her with her back to the wall. Her soft, naked body molded to his unfortunately clothed one.

He kissed her, aching to be skin to skin, but he needed to explore her with his mouth first. He kissed her chin, jaw, and neck, his lips trailing along her skin as she tilted her head to give him access while her fingers twisted through his hair.

He shifted, lifting her higher until her thighs circled his waist and her breasts were level with his mouth. He traced the large, light brown areola with his tongue before his lips closed around her nipple and he sucked.

She let out a soft moan. “Yes. Please. That.”

He gave her what she wanted, continuing to lick and suck while the arm that wasn’t supporting her against the wall was free to move and explore. His thumb played with her other nipple while his hand hefted the weight of the full mound. He then shifted, moving his mouth to her other breast, and she groaned again.

He tilted his head so he could see her face as he sucked on her perfect breast. Her eyes were open as she stared down and asked for more. Her fingers threaded through his hair while her thighs tightened around his waist. The desire and heat in her gaze was intense. All at once, Jake needed to see her expression as he licked her clit.

He carried her from the wall to the bed and laid her on her back. “Scoot higher,” he said. “I need to taste you.”

She did, using her elbows and heels to move up on the bed until her head rested on a pillow. Jake started to crawl over her, to kiss her before he went down on her, but she nudged him with a knee.

“No. Get naked.”

He laughed. He’d been so focused on wanting to touch and lick every part of her, he’d forgotten about his need to be skin to skin. “Good idea.”

“I’m full of good ideas. Like how I let you win the paintball war so you’d get this private cabin.”

He laughed as he unbuttoned his shirt. “Let me. Uh-huh.”

She spread her legs wide. “That’s how I remember it.”

His gaze fixed on her wet pussy, and he might have forgotten how to breathe. “Remember what?”

“Exactly. Now hurry up. I’ve got more ideas I want to workshop with you.”

He laughed again. Workshop? That was a new one. “I’m up for however you want to collaborate.” He undid his belt and pushed jeans and underwear to the floor in one motion, freeing his erection, which proudly jutted out, begging for her attention.