Rebel Hard
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He stopped only once along the way, to help a motorist resecure a couple of kayaks that had begun to slip from the roof of the other man’s vehicle. It was just past eleven when he rolled into Franz Josef. The town was wide awake but quiet, the vast majority of those who came here not party people but hikers and backpackers interested in the glacier and the other natural beauties in the national park.
Pulling over, he grabbed his phone and checked the instructions Nayna had given him on how to get to her cabin. He followed them to the letter and soon found himself going down a narrow pebbled drive surrounded by the dark green of native ferns and trees.
The cabin stood at the end in splendid isolation.
He scowled. She was all alone out here.
Leaving the vehicle, he heard the rush of water and realized there must be a waterfall nearby, but he was more interested in the fact there was no one else within shouting distance. He grabbed his bag from the back seat and shut the car door… just as Nayna opened the front door of the cabin.
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Aunties in the Pharmacy when You’re Buying CERTAIN THINGS
His heart kicked.
She was wearing jeans and a T-shirt, her feet bare and her silky straight hair hanging past her shoulders, and he’d never seen a lovelier woman in his life.
“Hi,” she said when he stopped in front of her.
Starved, he cupped the side of her face and dipped his head, kissing her into his bloodstream. She was fire and spice and his addiction. He dropped his bag and, wrapping his arms around her, lifted her up to make the kiss deeper, more intense. She kissed him back as passionately, her arms tight around his neck.
Breaking the kiss only when she gasped for air, he nuzzled her neck. “You smell good enough to eat.” He kicked his bag inside, carried her in, then kicked the door shut behind him.
She slid down his body in a luscious rub of soft against hard. “Raj.” A whisper of breath against his lips. “I’m so happy you’re here.”
“Nothing could’ve stopped me.” He’d long ago learned to fight for what he wanted. And in her invitation, he saw hope that she was fighting for him too. It was enough. For now, it was enough.
What happened here, in this cabin, would decide the rest.
Kissing her again, he thrust his fingers in her hair, fisted his hand. The strands were silky and soft and he wanted to feel them all over his body. When she grazed her teeth over his lower lip, he couldn’t help the fingers of his other hand from digging into her hip. She didn’t seem to mind, snuggling up even closer to him and opening her mouth under his.
Raj was only male.
And this was Nayna. His Nayna.
Making a harsh sound in the back of his throat, he took the invitation and deepened the kiss until it was raw, rough. No way could Nayna have missed his erection—the damn thing was trying to poke a hole through his jeans. But she didn’t pull away.
Lifting her up, he said, “Legs around my waist.”
Sleek and strong, those legs wrapped around him. Turning, he backed her into the nearest wall. “This is going to be my favorite position for kissing.” It put her mouth at exactly the right height, her breasts easy for his hands to caress and handle.
“Kissing only?” Nayna was running her fingers up and down his chest.
“Do you want the T-shirt off?”
“Why are you even wearing it?” was the wicked response, the woman in his arms the same one he’d met that very first night.
A smile uncurling deep inside him, Raj pressed in until his chest crushed her breasts, their breaths mingling. “Maybe I want you to take it off.”
Eyes locked with his, she hooked her fingers under the edge of the T-shirt and tugged it up. He cooperated because being naked with Nayna was at the top of his mental to-do list. The physical, this intimacy, it meant something to her.
It did to Raj too.
Dropping his T-shirt to the floor, she shaped his upper body with possessive hands. The sensations went straight to his throbbing cock.
“Nayna.” He kissed her throat, sucking a little.
Shivering, she moved one hand up to hold him closer. He could take a hint. He kept on kissing her neck… and found a little spot just behind her left ear that caused her to make a sudden kittenish sound and dig her nails into his nape. His cock jumped. He did it again. She whimpered.
One hand on her breast, Raj squeezed the plump warmth of it before rubbing his thumb over the pebbled nipple. But that wasn’t enough. Raj wanted the taut little mounds naked under his hand, under his mouth.
He pushed up her T-shirt.
She raised her arms.
Skin tight, he didn’t give her time to change her mind, stripping off the tee and dropping it on the floor beside his. “What is this?” The words came out gritty, barely understandable.
She looked down. “My bra?”
“It’s all lacy and see-through and taunting me.” He could see the dark circles of her nipples through the pale peach lace, wanted to suck them into his mouth.
So he did.
She cried out, her fingers gripping at his hair.
His mouth suctioning hard on one pouting nipple, he plucked and rolled the other one between his thumb and finger. When one of Nayna’s hands came to his wrist, he realized immediately he was being too rough. He took it down a notch and her breathing sped up. Got it, he thought on a fiercely determined surge and kept it at that exact pressure.
He wanted Nayna hot and wild for him.
Tugging at his hair, she pulled him up for another kiss. Their tongues tangled, his chest pressing up against her lace-covered breasts. One hand on the curve of her hip, he leaned in hard and took everything she had to give until she pushed at his chest. Pulling back because he figured he might be crushing her, he went to shift his attention to her throat but Nayna shook her head.
“We need to talk.” Her chest heaved, her words breathless.
Talk? Raj barely had a brain at this point. “Now?” he managed to say.
Nayna stared at him. “What the hell am I saying?” Hauling down his head, she branded his mouth with her own.
Raj’s hand was back on her breast before he was even aware of moving.
* * *
Nayna hadn’t known this much pleasure could exist. Raj was… She shuddered on another rocking wave of sensation. He could get a little rough, but the instant she let him know, he gentled. That was even sexier than his abs and gorgeously muscular shoulders. It was as if he was learning her, learning what she liked and putting it in his memory banks.
Her serious, dedicated, practical, and wonderful lover.
Nayna decided to return the favor. She’d noticed he liked it when she played with his chest, which was a gift from the gods since she loved playing with his chest. Now, as he kissed her, his hands braced on either side of her head, she tried different pressures until she found the one that made him groan.
A light scratch across his nipples had him sucking in a breath and looking down to watch what she was doing. Nayna remembered something she’d heard once about men being visual creatures. Raj definitely liked watching her hands on him. All at once, she could imagine him watching her as she gripped the hottest, hardest part of him, and oh, her thighs were clenching so tight around his hips.
Hand fisting in her hair, Raj tilted back her head so he could kiss her again. She continued to pet his chest while he did so, and when he put his free hand on her breast and tugged down the cup of her bra, she shivered but didn’t tell him to stop. Breaking the kiss, he looked down again, his hair messy and falling across his forehead and his lips kiss-swollen.
Pulling over, he grabbed his phone and checked the instructions Nayna had given him on how to get to her cabin. He followed them to the letter and soon found himself going down a narrow pebbled drive surrounded by the dark green of native ferns and trees.
The cabin stood at the end in splendid isolation.
He scowled. She was all alone out here.
Leaving the vehicle, he heard the rush of water and realized there must be a waterfall nearby, but he was more interested in the fact there was no one else within shouting distance. He grabbed his bag from the back seat and shut the car door… just as Nayna opened the front door of the cabin.
26
Aunties in the Pharmacy when You’re Buying CERTAIN THINGS
His heart kicked.
She was wearing jeans and a T-shirt, her feet bare and her silky straight hair hanging past her shoulders, and he’d never seen a lovelier woman in his life.
“Hi,” she said when he stopped in front of her.
Starved, he cupped the side of her face and dipped his head, kissing her into his bloodstream. She was fire and spice and his addiction. He dropped his bag and, wrapping his arms around her, lifted her up to make the kiss deeper, more intense. She kissed him back as passionately, her arms tight around his neck.
Breaking the kiss only when she gasped for air, he nuzzled her neck. “You smell good enough to eat.” He kicked his bag inside, carried her in, then kicked the door shut behind him.
She slid down his body in a luscious rub of soft against hard. “Raj.” A whisper of breath against his lips. “I’m so happy you’re here.”
“Nothing could’ve stopped me.” He’d long ago learned to fight for what he wanted. And in her invitation, he saw hope that she was fighting for him too. It was enough. For now, it was enough.
What happened here, in this cabin, would decide the rest.
Kissing her again, he thrust his fingers in her hair, fisted his hand. The strands were silky and soft and he wanted to feel them all over his body. When she grazed her teeth over his lower lip, he couldn’t help the fingers of his other hand from digging into her hip. She didn’t seem to mind, snuggling up even closer to him and opening her mouth under his.
Raj was only male.
And this was Nayna. His Nayna.
Making a harsh sound in the back of his throat, he took the invitation and deepened the kiss until it was raw, rough. No way could Nayna have missed his erection—the damn thing was trying to poke a hole through his jeans. But she didn’t pull away.
Lifting her up, he said, “Legs around my waist.”
Sleek and strong, those legs wrapped around him. Turning, he backed her into the nearest wall. “This is going to be my favorite position for kissing.” It put her mouth at exactly the right height, her breasts easy for his hands to caress and handle.
“Kissing only?” Nayna was running her fingers up and down his chest.
“Do you want the T-shirt off?”
“Why are you even wearing it?” was the wicked response, the woman in his arms the same one he’d met that very first night.
A smile uncurling deep inside him, Raj pressed in until his chest crushed her breasts, their breaths mingling. “Maybe I want you to take it off.”
Eyes locked with his, she hooked her fingers under the edge of the T-shirt and tugged it up. He cooperated because being naked with Nayna was at the top of his mental to-do list. The physical, this intimacy, it meant something to her.
It did to Raj too.
Dropping his T-shirt to the floor, she shaped his upper body with possessive hands. The sensations went straight to his throbbing cock.
“Nayna.” He kissed her throat, sucking a little.
Shivering, she moved one hand up to hold him closer. He could take a hint. He kept on kissing her neck… and found a little spot just behind her left ear that caused her to make a sudden kittenish sound and dig her nails into his nape. His cock jumped. He did it again. She whimpered.
One hand on her breast, Raj squeezed the plump warmth of it before rubbing his thumb over the pebbled nipple. But that wasn’t enough. Raj wanted the taut little mounds naked under his hand, under his mouth.
He pushed up her T-shirt.
She raised her arms.
Skin tight, he didn’t give her time to change her mind, stripping off the tee and dropping it on the floor beside his. “What is this?” The words came out gritty, barely understandable.
She looked down. “My bra?”
“It’s all lacy and see-through and taunting me.” He could see the dark circles of her nipples through the pale peach lace, wanted to suck them into his mouth.
So he did.
She cried out, her fingers gripping at his hair.
His mouth suctioning hard on one pouting nipple, he plucked and rolled the other one between his thumb and finger. When one of Nayna’s hands came to his wrist, he realized immediately he was being too rough. He took it down a notch and her breathing sped up. Got it, he thought on a fiercely determined surge and kept it at that exact pressure.
He wanted Nayna hot and wild for him.
Tugging at his hair, she pulled him up for another kiss. Their tongues tangled, his chest pressing up against her lace-covered breasts. One hand on the curve of her hip, he leaned in hard and took everything she had to give until she pushed at his chest. Pulling back because he figured he might be crushing her, he went to shift his attention to her throat but Nayna shook her head.
“We need to talk.” Her chest heaved, her words breathless.
Talk? Raj barely had a brain at this point. “Now?” he managed to say.
Nayna stared at him. “What the hell am I saying?” Hauling down his head, she branded his mouth with her own.
Raj’s hand was back on her breast before he was even aware of moving.
* * *
Nayna hadn’t known this much pleasure could exist. Raj was… She shuddered on another rocking wave of sensation. He could get a little rough, but the instant she let him know, he gentled. That was even sexier than his abs and gorgeously muscular shoulders. It was as if he was learning her, learning what she liked and putting it in his memory banks.
Her serious, dedicated, practical, and wonderful lover.
Nayna decided to return the favor. She’d noticed he liked it when she played with his chest, which was a gift from the gods since she loved playing with his chest. Now, as he kissed her, his hands braced on either side of her head, she tried different pressures until she found the one that made him groan.
A light scratch across his nipples had him sucking in a breath and looking down to watch what she was doing. Nayna remembered something she’d heard once about men being visual creatures. Raj definitely liked watching her hands on him. All at once, she could imagine him watching her as she gripped the hottest, hardest part of him, and oh, her thighs were clenching so tight around his hips.
Hand fisting in her hair, Raj tilted back her head so he could kiss her again. She continued to pet his chest while he did so, and when he put his free hand on her breast and tugged down the cup of her bra, she shivered but didn’t tell him to stop. Breaking the kiss, he looked down again, his hair messy and falling across his forehead and his lips kiss-swollen.
