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put.”
Her eyes darted to the closed bedroom door and back.
I squinted at her, taking one step forward.
“Walker.” Her fist tightened on the towel at her breasts. “I promise.”
Relenting, I turned on my heel. “Guess I trust you. Just this once.”
I made quick work in the bathroom, hauling my shave kit from my pack and digging out the necessaries. I hated scruff on my face, and three days’ worth made me feel even dirtier than the layer of scum clinging to my flesh.
My jaw and face scraped clean, I did the tooth-brushing thing while I stood under pounding hot water. Fuck. It felt good, erasing the events of the past thirty-six hours from my body—the dust, the blood, the grit that got everywhere.
The only thing that could make this better would be a sweet wet pussy to sink my dick into.
The dick in question pumped up proudly from between my legs, fully engorged with blood and in no way ready to stand down. I sure as hell did not trust Jade enough to take the time to paint the tiled walls with jets of the white stuff from my cock, but the build-up in my balls was becoming unbearable.
Not helping matters was the idea Jade had stood, bare-assed, slippery wet and hot, exactly where I was no more than ten minutes earlier.
I wondered how big her nipples were, because I liked to bite and suck and pinch. I imagined she had a soft tight strip of black hair above her cunt, and that her clit—unhooded—would juice up beneath my tongue.
Fuck .
With a loud grunt, I unwrapped the hand I’d begun fisting up and down my cock without even realizing it.
The dick-stick between my legs wagged like a goddamn flagpole, tall, thick, and dark brownish-pink. The head gleamed, swollen and leaking.
Punching the wall, I hung my face under the water, letting it stream down my back. After a final glare at my stiffie, I cut off the water and stepped out. I wiped down, ran the towel over my hair then finger combed it. Slinging the damp towel around my hips, I stepped out of the steamy bathroom.
Jade half-reclined against the headboard, the covers draped up over her tits.
She watched me approach, shifting her legs beneath the blankets.
“I sleep naked.” Her green eyes curved at the corners. “Hope you don’t mind.
I suppressed the urge to rub my hands together. “Me too.”
Chapter Nine
Beneath the Sheets
DROPPING MY TOWEL IN the middle of the floor, I prowled forward.
My muscles dripped with diamond drops of water that trailed down my pecs to my abs to my hard cock.
Jade’s eyes turned deep, dark, almost black-glassy-green. She followed every step I took, her gaze locked on my advancing form. The wet slap of my long black hair down my back mirrored hers, which fanned out across the pillows, drying in long luscious waves highlighted with the vibrant, rich red.
Her breaths fell faster. Mine heated up. There was a heartbeat throbbing in my cock, and my balls swelled bigger with each brush of her eyes up and down my body.
Dragging her gaze back up my body, she whispered, “That’s a magnificent tattoo.”
I rubbed my hand across the ink that spread across my upper chest to my shoulders. Her gaze followed the motion, and the bed dipped when I placed a knee on it. The tribal markings were outlined in black, but the feathers had been colored in azure blues and royal reds.
“A Thunderbird,” I explained in a voice that was as deeply thunderous as the mythical bird’s flapping wings.
She gulped.
I smiled, pretty sure it was a feral flash of my teeth. “My spirit animal. The courage of a warrior. The strength of a fighter. Honor.” I slid beneath the covers. “Power.” My voice deepened even more. “ Dominance. ”
Jade squeaked, I would’ve sworn it.
“What tribe do you belong to?” Her words shook.
She stared at me, riveted, rooted to the spot on the other side of the mattress I was slowly encroaching.
“Lakota. Our name for the Thunderbird is Wakį́nyąn . Sacred winged. Like the
Her eyes darted to the closed bedroom door and back.
I squinted at her, taking one step forward.
“Walker.” Her fist tightened on the towel at her breasts. “I promise.”
Relenting, I turned on my heel. “Guess I trust you. Just this once.”
I made quick work in the bathroom, hauling my shave kit from my pack and digging out the necessaries. I hated scruff on my face, and three days’ worth made me feel even dirtier than the layer of scum clinging to my flesh.
My jaw and face scraped clean, I did the tooth-brushing thing while I stood under pounding hot water. Fuck. It felt good, erasing the events of the past thirty-six hours from my body—the dust, the blood, the grit that got everywhere.
The only thing that could make this better would be a sweet wet pussy to sink my dick into.
The dick in question pumped up proudly from between my legs, fully engorged with blood and in no way ready to stand down. I sure as hell did not trust Jade enough to take the time to paint the tiled walls with jets of the white stuff from my cock, but the build-up in my balls was becoming unbearable.
Not helping matters was the idea Jade had stood, bare-assed, slippery wet and hot, exactly where I was no more than ten minutes earlier.
I wondered how big her nipples were, because I liked to bite and suck and pinch. I imagined she had a soft tight strip of black hair above her cunt, and that her clit—unhooded—would juice up beneath my tongue.
Fuck .
With a loud grunt, I unwrapped the hand I’d begun fisting up and down my cock without even realizing it.
The dick-stick between my legs wagged like a goddamn flagpole, tall, thick, and dark brownish-pink. The head gleamed, swollen and leaking.
Punching the wall, I hung my face under the water, letting it stream down my back. After a final glare at my stiffie, I cut off the water and stepped out. I wiped down, ran the towel over my hair then finger combed it. Slinging the damp towel around my hips, I stepped out of the steamy bathroom.
Jade half-reclined against the headboard, the covers draped up over her tits.
She watched me approach, shifting her legs beneath the blankets.
“I sleep naked.” Her green eyes curved at the corners. “Hope you don’t mind.
I suppressed the urge to rub my hands together. “Me too.”
Chapter Nine
Beneath the Sheets
DROPPING MY TOWEL IN the middle of the floor, I prowled forward.
My muscles dripped with diamond drops of water that trailed down my pecs to my abs to my hard cock.
Jade’s eyes turned deep, dark, almost black-glassy-green. She followed every step I took, her gaze locked on my advancing form. The wet slap of my long black hair down my back mirrored hers, which fanned out across the pillows, drying in long luscious waves highlighted with the vibrant, rich red.
Her breaths fell faster. Mine heated up. There was a heartbeat throbbing in my cock, and my balls swelled bigger with each brush of her eyes up and down my body.
Dragging her gaze back up my body, she whispered, “That’s a magnificent tattoo.”
I rubbed my hand across the ink that spread across my upper chest to my shoulders. Her gaze followed the motion, and the bed dipped when I placed a knee on it. The tribal markings were outlined in black, but the feathers had been colored in azure blues and royal reds.
“A Thunderbird,” I explained in a voice that was as deeply thunderous as the mythical bird’s flapping wings.
She gulped.
I smiled, pretty sure it was a feral flash of my teeth. “My spirit animal. The courage of a warrior. The strength of a fighter. Honor.” I slid beneath the covers. “Power.” My voice deepened even more. “ Dominance. ”
Jade squeaked, I would’ve sworn it.
“What tribe do you belong to?” Her words shook.
She stared at me, riveted, rooted to the spot on the other side of the mattress I was slowly encroaching.
“Lakota. Our name for the Thunderbird is Wakį́nyąn . Sacred winged. Like the
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