Page 31 of No Escape

Chapter Eleven

Sarah didn’t know how long she lay there listening to the soothing sound of the waterfall before sensing she was alone. She had no clue how long she’d slept and opened her eyes to the sight of daylight streaming through the water and the cave’s entrance. Her inner clock told her it was still early.

She supposed Clint was out taking care of business somewhere, or scouting around for signs of Raul’s men, and couldn’t help wondering if this was the kind of thing he did regularly. She had to give him credit—though she didn’t know much about mercenaries—he seemed very good at what he did. One thing Sarah knew without a doubt, he knew how to leave a woman fully satisfied.

Heat enveloped Sarah when remembrance of his long, thick cock pounding into her entered her thoughts. It had been an act of pure madness, and desperation to feel something other than fear. The last few days had been a living nightmare and she’d been convinced it wasn’t going to end well. Clint had called her a damsel in distress. Well, there was no denying he was her savior.

When a few minutes passed and he still didn’t materialize, she sat up, mildly surprised her muscles weren’t protesting. Apparently, the hot springs and Clint’s massage had done the trick. She gazed about the cave, noticing the fire had burned out. Her eyes returned to the waterfall with longing, wondering how much trouble she could get into if she took a quick shower.

Her gaze flew to where his duffel bag was against the wall. Acting on a hunch, she rushed to it, convinced there had to be some kind of toilet kit in there. She was rewarded for snooping around when her fingers found it at the bottom of the bag, an old leather satchel that was soft with age and use. Sarah couldn’t believe her luck when she discovered a bar of soap stashed inside. Bringing it to her nose, she glanced back to the falls again.

Do I dare? What if Clint returns before I’m finished?

She’d been forced to go without a lot of things the last few days, and the temptation was too great to pass up. Besides, what could he do to her? Wrapping the blanket around her, she made her way to the cave’s entrance and beyond, to the beginning of the path that took them down. A thorough search of the surrounding area didn’t produce Clint, or anyone else, anywhere.

Before she lost her nerve, Sarah rushed back to the cave and dropped the blanket. She didn’t think twice about stepping beneath the falling water, knowing her time was limited. She let out a squeal. The water was colder than she thought. Yet it didn’t stop her from quickly lathering her hair and body, aware Clint could return at any moment.

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Clint broke through the trees and glanced up, sucking in his breath when his eyes landed on Sarah, naked and standing beneath the waterfall like a wood nymph luring men to their deaths. Her hands were gliding over her luscious tits, ass and pussy as she washed. The scene was straight out of a porn flick.

Fucking hell!

He swore viciously when he realized the sun wasn’t playing tricks on him. She apparently didn’t have an ounce of self-preservation in her pretty head. He started to sprint the rest of the way up the rocky slope with a sense of urgency, realizing if he could see her then anyone else out in the jungle could too.

He was out of breath by the time he reached the top. She’d just finished her shower and was in the process of bending to grab the army blanket when he stormed through the cave’s entrance, madder than a hornet and ready for a fight. The noise he made alerted her she was no longer alone and she spun around with a soft cry, clutching the blanket to the front of her. His gaze raked over her wet head and naked shoulders before zeroing in on hers.

A nervous laugh escaped Sarah when she saw him. “Oh, you scared me half to death! I thought you were…” Her words trailed off when she realized the expression on his face was anger. “What?” She backed up nervously when he advanced on her.

“What the hell were you doing? Trying to give Rodriguez’s men a fucking peep show?” His words were sharp and precise, coming out between clenched teeth. “Did you think you were fucking invisible taking that shower or did you just think his men would become so enamored by the sight of your tits and ass that…”

Sarah hauled off and slapped him before he could stop her. Clint backed her against the cave wall, trapping her there without touching her, his eyes blazing.

“You bastard!” she swore, a spark in her eyes told him she was just as angry as he was. “How dare you!”

He took another threatening step forward, clenching his hands at his sides. Drops of water dripped from her hair, running down her face and neck. He had to admit she looked damn good all cleaned up, but he was too irate to appreciate it. She used the blanket like a shield, the look in her hostile eyes damning him to hell and back.

“I dare because I’m trying to save your fucking ass, and I don’t want mine shot off in the process. Or was your little peep show for my benefit?” He purposely let his eyes drop down her body. “You want a repeat of last night, angel?” he taunted, recalling their earlier heated episode. “Is that it? You want my cock?”

Her shocked expression said he was close to the truth. “That’s not why I was taking a shower!” This time Sarah hit him so hard she hurt her hand, giving it a couple shakes to lessen the pain. Clint could tell by her face that she wanted to do it again, wondering why he’d let her get away with it in the first place. He could have stopped her, but the truth was, he wanted another reason for putting his hands on her. Even if it was in anger.

He met the defiant blaze in her bright eyes with his own burning anger. She had the nerve to tilt that stubborn chin a notch as if to let him know she wouldn’t cower from him if he chose to slap her back. Clint clenched his jaw, pissed she wasn’t afraid of him. He’d warned her, hadn’t he? It was time little Miss Sarah Reynolds learned a well-earned lesson. He didn’t issue threats he wasn’t prepared to back up.

“What did I tell you before, about giving as good as I get?” He purposely kept his voice low, fooling Sarah into believing his anger was disintegrating. He sensed immediately when she let down her guard. Before she could guess his intentions, Clint reached forward and ripped the blanket out of her hands.

He didn’t give her a chance to move before his hands were there, encircling the fleshy part of her arms and hauling her up against him, but not before getting an eyeful. He lowered his eyes, zeroing right in on her glistening bush. His body reacted immediately, remembering how good it felt sinking into her and fucking her hard. But first…

“Maybe it’s time I back up my bark,” he grated through clenched teeth, his nostrils flaring. His face wasn’t more than an inch away from her.

She cried out but Clint ignored it. He’d meant to shake some sense into her, but when her soft body was against him and the clean scent of her assailed his senses, he gave in to a more primitive urge. An animal need to subdue, tame, and possess. The sexual urges that had been riding him hard all night came back in full force. Only there was one thing he was going to do before giving in to his basic instincts.

He pulled Sarah, twisting and squirming to get away, with him toward a large boulder against the cave wall. At one point she broke away but Clint grabbed her back into his arms before she took a step.

“What are you doing?” she gasped, struggling.

“Something I should have fucking done earlier.” Clint sat down on the boulder and forced Sarah across his knees. “You need to learn one way or another that I call the shots, angel.” He wrapped his arm across her waist to hold her in place, staring down at the quivering globes of her ass.

“Don’t you dare!” Sensing what was coming, she clenched her butt cheeks and Clint laughed. “Let me up!”

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