Page 95 of Explorer's Revenge
“Only a little?” She bumps into me with a grin as she leans back on her hands, dropping her head back so she gazes at the sky, but I’m looking at her. “It’s beautiful here.”
“It is,” I murmur, but she’s the view I’m talking about.
Her head lifts as if she heard something in my voice, and she meets my gaze. “Flirt,” she retorts.
“It isn’t flirting if it’s true.” I shrug. “How long before you get the itch?” I know she understands what I mean. We all have the urge to get back out there and explore. It’s why we do what we do.
“Usually a few weeks, maybe a little longer this time since I’m healing. I want to spend some time with my dad at home and feel safe for a little while. What about you?”
“Already got it,” I respond, “but we need some peace and time at home. I can wait.”
“You’re restless,” she murmurs, and I nod, looking back at the stars.
“I’ve always been this way, unable to stay in one place for too long. There’s just so much out there to see and do, so much I want to achieve and experience, that it feels like a waste to sit around.”
“And this, right here, right now, is it a waste of your time?” she asks carefully.
Dropping my chin to my chest, I meet her gaze. “Any time with you is not a waste,” I answer truthfully.
Her lips purse as she hides a smile. “You’re good at saying what people want to hear. I bet the girls love it.”
“There are no girls.” I shrug. “There were some in the past, but never anything serious. I don’t stick around long enough for relationships, nor did I ever want one with people who couldn’t understand why I want to be out there rather than settling down. Pretty words only last so long. They all say they are okay with it.”
“But they aren’t,” she says. “They start getting angry and impatient. It becomes a fight, and then they leave, unable to handle the lifestyle. It doesn’t matter how much you warn them or give them outs; they all say they can handle it. They can’t. How could they understand why I’d rather be standing on a random beach across the world or scaling a dangerous mountain? I can count the number of relationships I tried before I realized it wasn’t worth the heartache—mine or theirs.”
She understands—of course she does. She’s just like us—a soul filled with the need for more. Partners don’t usually understand that. They think it means they lack something and they aren’t enough for us, but the truth is, it isn’t them—it’s us.
“We are never going to be this world’s norm,” I murmur, “and that’s okay. We just have to find people who are the same . . . the ones not afraid to take risks.”
“Are you afraid to take what you want?” she asks, and something in her voice indicates she means more than this life I lead.
“You tell me,” I counter.
“Well, you haven’t taken me,” she responds, refusing to back down. “You want me, yet here we are, so I think you’re afraid.”
“Of you? No. Of taking you and being so close to heaven then losing it? Yes,” I reply, but I reach for her anyway. I slide her onto my lap until she’s pressed against my chest, her legs oneither side of me. The warm air of this foreign land wraps around us, and I know this will be my favorite memory I’ve ever made on any of these trips. “You scare me, Maeve Carter, in the way scaling mountains does. You’re just as unpredictable, wild, and beautiful.”
“Your brother?—”
Covering her mouth, I lean in. “This isn’t about my brothers. This is about us. I don’t care what goes on between you. I never have. You make them happy, so why would that bother me? All I care about is that you want me as much as I want you. If you don’t, then tell me now and let me go because I couldn’t stand falling deeper in love with you if you don’t feel the same way.”
“And what if I feel the same? What if I’m greedy and want you as well?” she asks, searching my gaze.
“Then take me.” I swoop in, my lips above hers, and let her make the decision.
Her eyes peer into mine until suddenly, with an audible groan, she closes the remaining distance. I let go, handing everything I am over to her. Our kiss turns feral as she grips my hair, and I tug her closer so she’s pressed against me. My head tilts back since hers is above me, and I deepen the kiss, tasting every inch of her mouth as her hands find my shirt then slip under it. She strokes my muscles until they clench for her. Careful of her leg, I lift her and open my eyes to see where I’m going as I turn us and lay her across the ledge, coming down above her.
Her eyes open as she turns to see the drop-off, but when she looks back at me, she’s grinning. “Ever had a danger fuck?”
I blink in confusion, my brain not working well enough to form words, and she laughs. “Rick, the big, bad flirt, has never had a danger fuck? Well, let me be your first.” Her smile only grows as she slides her hand down my chest to cup my hard dick. “Check my pocket for condoms. I figured I couldn’t be toocareful around all of you. Put one on and fuck me right here where we could fall at any minute. It will make it even better, and it will fill that itch for now.”
Lowering my head, I nip her pouty bottom lip. “And what about my itch for you?”
“Sorry, you’re stuck there,” she whispers as I kiss down her throat and across her shirt before pushing it up to expose her abs. I lick them as my hand slides into her pocket. As I extract the condoms, I want to ask where and how she got them, but I decide I really don’t care. I pocket one and toss the rest down next to us as I grab her pants and yank them off, draping them next to us. She’s naked underneath, and I blink at the sight.
“It’s annoying putting underwear on when people keep taking it off.” She laughs, and I can’t help but smile. I know she’s had the others, and it doesn’t bother me. She’ll be more willing to stay then, and I’m not above fighting dirty to get what I want, which is having Maeve Carter by my side forever.
Kissing up her legs, I force them open and throw them over my shoulders as I get my first look at her pussy. It’s pink and glistening for me, and I swear my dick practically bursts as I drag my tongue across her wet folds, tasting her. Her sweetness fills my mouth, and I’ll never taste anything more glorious.
