Page 25 of Crossed Wires: The Complete Series

“I don’t think you’re having bad luck at all.”

She narrowed her eyes. “You must be kidding. How can you say that? You know what I’ve been dealing with.”

Hunter shrugged. “I think your luck’s been changing lately. Your boss won’t give you assignments at work, but then you’re handed a big four-part series. You land in Australia all alone and find me.”

She snorted. “You think that’s good luck, do you?”

Hunter winked. “The best sort. You need a stockman to interview, and you’ve got me.”

“So where’s the luck tonight?”

Hunter didn’t reply. He didn’t need to. His gaze darkened, his jaw hardened. It was a look of pure, unadulterated lust. Her body responded, her embarrassment forgotten in an instant.

Hunter pushed her gently to her back. Her breathing accelerated and her heart pounded so hard it almost hurt. “You said—” she started.

“I meant what I said. I’m not going to fuck you, Annie, but I’m not blind. My timing was about as bad as it can get. I’m going to make up for that.” He pulled the sheet away from her body.

She marveled at her stillness, considering how much she wanted this. It took all the strength in her body not to pull him down on top of her. He picked up her vibrator and she blushed once more.

“Open your legs. You’re hurting. You need to finish.”

She fought to send air to her lungs, but her body wasn’t responding. Every nerve, every fiber of her being was focused on him, on what he planned to do. He nudged her thighs apart and slowly slid the vibrator back into her pussy.

She hissed at his too-slow, almost-teasing entry. Her hands balled into fists, gripping the sheet when he lodged the vibrator to the hilt and turned it on once more.

“Hunter.” His name came out on a gasp.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, Annie.”

She closed her eyes in pure bliss when he began to thrust the vibrator in and out of her pussy, using her toy with more skill than she’d mastered in years of use. Her body responded, her hips rising for more.

She was close to coming when Hunter’s covered erection brushed against her thigh. He was on his side, leaning over her slightly, propped up on his elbow.

She was a greedy bitch, letting Hunter do all the work when he was obviously hurting too. She dragged her hand down his bare chest.

The touch threw off his rhythm and he forgot about the vibrator.

“Annie.” His tone was the perfect blend of protest and pleading.

She shushed him. “Let me,” she whispered.

She pressed her fingers beneath the waistband of his boxers and found what she sought. Hunter’s cock was rock hard, long and thick. God, her first silly thought when she’d seen him in the airport was that they grew their men big in Australia. She’d had no idea how right she’d been.

Hunter didn’t move a muscle as she took a few minutes exploring her new treasure, her fingers tracing his cock—feeling the head, the pulsing vein, the velvety skin. She wrapped her hand around it.

Hunter gripped her hip and turned her back to her side, facing each other once more. He lifted her right leg and put it over his waist. The position made it even easier for her to grip his cock. She tightened her hold and started to stroke his flesh. He groaned his approval before pushing the vibrator back into her pussy, moving it in time with her caresses.

He kissed her softly as they played, neither of them in a hurry to find their release. This moment was too perfect, too good to rush, but soon their bodies made their own demands.

Annie pulled her palm along his dick more roughly. Hunter mimicked, pushing the vibrator inside her quicker, harder. She wished it were Hunter fucking her instead of the toy. But that desire was forgotten when her orgasm came, shaking her frame, her existence. She closed her eyes as she rode out the glorious storm.

She heard Hunter grunt, felt his cock quiver as come spurted from the head, splashing her stomach and the sheet beneath them.

Time passed without recognition as Annie fought to catch her breath, to regain her wits. Which happened all too quickly.

What the hell was that?

Assisted masturbation? With Dylan’s brother?