High Risk

CHAPTER 15

Something had changed. Marcus eyed Becki closely, but he just couldn’t put his finger on it.

She’d run the team through the most creative exercise that morning that required them to climb the peaks beside the hoodoos and lower the “bodies” they’d found. The light layer of snow that remained from last night’s fall had turned everything to sheer mud by the time the sun had come out to bake them for a couple of hours.

Still, even grubby the squad had worked together amazingly, and the dirt and grime seemed to pull them together even more than a good clean session in the gym.

Becki clapped loudly. “Great job, guys. Amazing.”

Tripp took a bow. “Nice exercise. Where did you get the bodies?”

Devon stepped closer, a mud-coated mannequin under each arm. “And do we have to return them?”

“Why, you looking for a date?” Alisha taunted. A unified chorus of ooohs rose as she curtsied. “Thank you, thank you. Although yes, totally wicked exercise, Becki. Thanks for training us today.”

“Brownnoser,” Devon whispered.

Becki laughed. “Drop the bodies in the back of Marcus’s truck, then you’re free to go. Enjoy your Monday off.”

“But don’t even think of being late on Tuesday. You start at oh five hundred with flash first-aid scenarios.” Marcus accepted their groans with a nod. “Go on. I’ll make it oh six hundred if you’re all out of here in under five minutes.”

Their screeches of joy were deafening, people scattering in a rush.

Becki leaned on the side of the truck bed, her arms crossed in front of her, a smile on her face. “Softie.”

“What? Can’t let you be the only good guy around here.”

She laughed. “Right, like you’re worried about competing with me. They totally look up to you. I can see why Lifeline’s done so well over the years.”

Okay, there it was again. “Compliments now. I’d think you were looking for something from me, but I’m not ordering you to get out of bed at the ass-crack of dawn.”

“Just calling it like I see it.”

He leaned over and adjusted one of the mannequins the crew had tossed haphazardly in the back of his truck. “What do you want to do with the girls? And the team was right, inspired training session, by the way.”

Becki jumped up on the edge of the truck box, twisting to sit beside where he rested his elbows. “Thanks. It’s always more fun to have to rescue a real body, but breathing, flesh-and-blood types tend to complain when you bury them in the mud for too long.”

Her arms were bare, and streaks of dirt coated her, not as badly as the rest of the fake bodies beside her, but still. He touched her arm delicately, smearing a blob down her bicep. “You need a shower nearly as bad as they do.”

“Hmm.”

Marcus looked up, and the heat in her eyes made him twitch. He’d been dreaming about her looking at him like that, seeing yes written all over her face—he wasn’t sure if maybe he was imagining it. “You want to help me clean them?”

“I don’t suppose we can lash them down and run through the automatic car wash?” Her voice had gone silky. Stroking him and flipping every damn one of his switches past on, all the way to high.

“Someone would call the RCMP and suggest we’d done mass murder. What about the shower room at the school?” Where we both can get naked after the props are clean, and get dirty all over again?

Becki licked her lips slowly, her gaze trailing over him like she was one second away from consuming something delicious. “I think that’s a marvelous idea.”

Hot. Fucking. Damn.

He stepped to the side, between her legs, and leaned against her.

She lifted her hands into the air. “Marcus, I’m covered in mud.”

“You think I care?”

He reached for her, but she caught hold of his wrist in midair, blocking his left forearm against hers. “I’m not saying no. I’m saying I don’t want to coat the inside as well as the outside of your precious truck with mud.”

“I don’t give a shit about the mud.” He dropped his forehead to hers. “But since you’re not saying no, I’ll be patient and wait. Only, kiss me first.”

“Just a kiss?”

“Down payment. Appetizer. Something to hold me off from ravishing you right here against the side of my truck.”

Becki swallowed hard. Interesting reaction. Marcus filed that idea under future places to fuck Becki mindless.

Then he wasn’t thinking anything because she lifted her chin and touched their mouths together. Lips open, breaths mingling. Her tongue reaching out to tease his.

He wanted to eat her alive. He was going to at some point. But now? He soaked her into his system and learned her all over again. The softness as she moved her lips over his. The sharp snap along his spine as she closed her teeth over his lip and nipped. The gentle caress as she broke contact, then stroked their cheeks together.

“How fast can you get to the school?” The words whispered past his ear.

He lifted her off the box, down his body, groaning at the pressure as she rubbed against his full cock. They scrambled in different directions, settling into the cab. She was still buckling up as he put the truck into gear and spun out the tires.

“Do you have to return the girls?” he asked again. Never had discovered whether the mannequins she’d had the team doing cliff rescue with were loaners.

“No, they now belong to the school. Is this another exercise-in-patience thing? Talking about the muddy plastic models instead of ravishment?”

“Yes.” Marcus snapped his teeth together to stop from wanting to dirt-talk a little more. He was so close to exploding at the thought of being with Becki, it was stupid.

Going slow would be impossible.

He pulled up beside the access doors and was out of the vehicle and headed to meet her in seconds flat.

Becki had already dragged one mannequin free from the truck bed.

“What are you doing?” he demanded.

She tossed the bald, life-sized form at him. “Cleaning up the girls. Easier to do it now than after they completely dry.”

Had he totally misunderstood? He was sure the plan was to fuck each other senseless as soon as possible. Frustration and confusion warred in his brain. Becki propped the door open and carried in two more, following him into the men’s shower area.

She laid the mannequins in a row on the floor and turned on three taps, adjusting the showerheads to the proper angles. “I’ll grab the rest, you start washing.”

Marcus eyed the mud-caked plastic bodies with less and less enthusiasm. “I’ll trade you. You wash, I’ll carry.”

Becki laughed. “What, you have issues rubbing your hands all over naked women?”

He stopped and stared her in the eye. Deliberately let his gaze drop over her body, pausing on her breasts, the V between her legs. “Get naked, and I’ll show you how few issues I have.”

Becki moved in closer. Her fingers explored his waist, trickled up his torso. Tantalizing, addictive. “Getting naked with you is one of my favourite memories.”

Her palms pressed flat to his chest. His mind filled with the image of her pressed against the wall in that decadent suite, him fucking her from behind as the water poured over them in the enormous shower enclosure—his control was on the edge and he hadn’t so much as touched her.

“Start washing before I change the plan.” His voice edgy, uneven. He was going to flash off into spontaneous combustion.

“Patience, remember?” She turned it into more than a question. Her whole body softened, the invitation there in her eyes. Everything about her screamed come and get me.

His body vibrated with need. He stripped his shirt off over his head and threw it to the side of the room.

Her eyes lit up as she took a leisurely trip down his chest. “I guess I should get scrubbing the girls. Once they’re out of the way, we can move to other things.”

Their bodies were only inches from each other, the heat from her skin coiling around him like a spider’s web. “Maybe we should consider other things first.”

Something clicked. As if she could no longer resist, Becki crowded against him and tilted her head back. “Fine. I knew you were bossy. If you’re volunteering to wash me, go for it. I’m feeling a little . . . filthy.”

She skimmed her hands over his hips, using her nails to trace the waistline of his running pants. The only thing stopping her from being able to grasp his cock was how tightly their bodies were pressed together.

He growled and pinned her in place, dragging their mouths together. He’d seen her time and time again over the years, the images from their nights together flashing through his brain as his hands jerked a response from his dick.

Those experiences had been black and white—pale, blurry images on a faraway screen. This was high-def, high-resolution—real scents, real tastes. He took her mouth, the scent of their skin rising raw and passionate around them.

Becki offered and he took, a nearly violent kiss, borderline in control. Their noses bumped, tongues dueled. He slid his fingers around her torso and down to cup her ass. She was tall enough that he didn’t need to lift her far to bring everything into perfect alignment, the hard and ready line of his cock behind the thin fabric of his cotton pants meeting the soft warmth of her sex. The fine-weave material of her climbing gear offered a scant barrier between them as he ground them together.

She hooked her right leg over his hip and squeezed. He gasped into her mouth, a growl following hard after as he twisted to bring her against the nearest wall, the firm surface giving him something to support them as he worked his cock over her clit. The coals that had flickered ever since he’d laid eyes on her roared to full-fledged flames covering him inside and out.

“Oh God, Marcus.” She bit his shoulder and jerked a shout from his lips.

Fighting his need to rut on her like some kind of wild animal, Marcus chose the only solution he could think of. He had to get her off quick before sating himself because it was going to take all of three seconds to come, he was so fucking primed.

He tugged at her shirt and she helped him, slipping out of both T-shirt and bra in a flash, pivoting slowly as she peeled down her khakis to present her naked ass to him.

Stripping off his pants and briefs one-handed had never been more frustrating. He might have ripped something in his hurry to hit the next stage.

Marcus turned on another shower, catching Becki against him and tugging her under the spray.

He rested her body against his chest, capturing one breast. Something hard brushed his palm and he glanced over her shoulder. “Sweet mother of God, you did pierce them. I thought I felt a ring.”

“First summer break. I told you I was going to.”

She had, and wondering if she’d ever done it had played a part in his memories during the time he’d been stuck in no-man’s-land. At least until he had decided that torturing himself that way wasn’t healthy.

He fondled the ring in her nipple, tugging the tiny circle, and Becki dropped her head back and moaned her assent. He slid his hand down her body, over her belly to part her curls, and he swore again. “A clit bar? Jesus, Becki, I’m going to fucking explode.”

He was one second away from coming all over the small of her back, his dick rubbing as she writhed under his touch.

“More, Marcus. Harder.”

He closed his eyes and fought the pressure in his body. One adjustment and instead of sliding his cock in the valley between her ass cheeks, he could be fucking her. But not until she came.

He worked her, teased her, the steam from the shower billowing around them like some kind of sci-fi stage setting. Becki panted, little moans rising in volume as she spread her legs wide and thrust her sex against his hand. He slipped two fingers into her core and flicked the clit bar with his thumb, and she melted, body jerking as he supported her, all the weight of her torso held cradled.

His arm still trapped Becki against his body as she drew herself to vertical.

Marcus didn’t give her time to go anywhere. He squatted slightly, centered his dick against her heat, and thrust in from behind. Her welcoming gasp rang off the walls, but it was the tight clasp of her body that overwhelmed his senses.

They stumbled a step to the side and Becki pressed both palms to the wall, thrusting her ass back toward him and offering herself. He stared at where they joined, mesmerized by his cock disappearing into her.

“You going to stand there all day?” she teased, the words uneven and yet happy. He tore his gaze up to see her smiling over her shoulder at him. “Go on, fuck me hard.”

Permission granted—there wasn’t much else he was capable of. Slowing down, certainly not. The only thing in control was his cock, balls as a backup, both demanding he drive into her warmth. His grip on her hip anchored him and allowed enough purchase so he could do as she’d demanded. One thrust after another, fucking, hard and dirty. Yet her sounds of pleasure continued, increasing his desire. He was so close, so close to the edge that one more move could shove him over. Bending over her, he thrust his right hand between her legs and found the clit bar.

She screamed and shuddered. The tight squeeze around his shaft broke him, tore him apart, and his cock emptied, his brain fleeing into the wilderness.

They stood locked together for the longest time, the heated water streaming over their skin. When his cock finally softened and slipped from her body, he pulled her upright and rotated her to rest against his chest.

It might have been fucking, but it was also fucking good.

He dragged his fingers through her hair, brushing the strands off her face and over her shoulders. He’d been right. One taste wasn’t enough. Their mad rush had done nothing but confirm he wanted her. Again and again.