The Gold Digger
The Lost Collection

Excerpt

ADULT EXCERPT

Stuart's fingers danced over the tiny nub between her legs, putting pressure on the sensitive little peak until she felt her legs start to tremble.

“Oh God…” She clutched his arm. Her nails dug into the flannel of his shirt, and she heard a tiny rip. She guessed she’d be doing a little mending tomorrow, but she’d worry about that later, much later. For now, Stuart had her caught in some kind of sensual madness she never knew existed. She wouldn’t have walked away if Mitch came out and offered her gold back.  She drew in a ragged breath. “What are you touching?”

“Your clit,” he whispered and lifted his finger. “Do you like it?”

“I love it. Touch it again.”

He tapped against her clit with his fingertip. Each touch made her hips jerk and her body quiver. Her knees felt like they would buckle any minute. She felt herself reaching for something that she couldn’t even name, something that shimmered at the edge of her imagination, like a mountain of gold, like a beautiful party dress, like a— Damn it! She felt like a dog chasing a rabbit. Each time she reached toward it, the cagey little thing slithered through a log, and she lost it. She couldn’t quite get it in her grasp. Her body tensed, and she tightened her hand on Stuart’s arm.

“Be patient, babydoll. It’ll come.”

“When? What?” she cried. “Whatever it is, I want it now!”

“Just relax. Enjoy every sensation. When you least expect it, you’ll get it.”

She pouted again, rolling her head on his chest. His fingers smoothed over her clit again, trying to appease the ache. “I’m not very good at patience.”

“I noticed.” He dipped his head toward her, and she lifted her face. His lips met hers in a soft, gentle kiss. His tongue explored the inside of her mouth, and she closed her eyes and let him do all the exploring he wanted. He was her guide, her scout, her fellow adventurer and—

She tore her mouth away as her body trembled violently. The sensations ripped through her body like water from a busted dam, pouring through her, cascading over her skin, rippling and splashing through her blood. Her pussy spasmed, then clenched, the muscles clamping on emptiness but pulsing with the manic beat of her heart. She’d never felt anything like it in her life. Delightful little shivers spread over her body, followed by a flash of heat that nearly melted her from the inside out. Her limbs quaked then trembled then seemed to hang limp. She slumped in Stuart’s arms, listening to his soft laughter.

“I see you found it.”

“Holy hell. Did I ever.”

“It gets even better,” Stuart said.

She smiled at him. “Oh, it couldn’t possibly.”

He lifted his finger from her clit long enough to slide through the juices coating her slit until he found the opening. A little swirl of his finger made her lift to her tiptoes and push back into him. He chuckled, and the sound vibrated from deep within his chest. He slid one of his fingers inside her pussy, and she pushed against his hand, eager for more.

“Tell me what you want, Cinda.”

He knew what she wanted, but he was going to make her ask for it.

“More. I want more.”

“More of what?” A second finger joined the first. “This?” He moved his fingers in and out, while he pushed the heel of his hand against her clit, stroking with a hard, rhythmic movement. 

She gasped. “Yes, more of that. More fingers...more...”

A third finger joined the other two, and she felt stretched. He had big hands and long fingers.

She reached behind her and ran her hand across the front of his trousers. Now here was something that hadn’t managed to elude her like that damn imaginary rabbit. Hard, long, big, throbbing… and all for Cinda Parks. And since she’d been having the best luck of her life recently, she had an identical one somewhere near the cabin. Damn, it was good to be her.

Where had Mitch gone anyway?

She slipped her hand inside Stuart’s pants. “How do you want me to touch you?” she asked, unsure of what to do, but eager to please. She wanted to give him back the same pleasure he'd given her.

He made a low sound like he was in pain when her fingers wrapped around his organ.

“Do you know what it’s called?” His voice was measured, like he was trying to hold on to his control. He put his hand over hers, wrapping her fingers around him.

“Oh yes,” she sighed. “It's called a cock.” She couldn't believe anything could be that hard and feel so soft.  

“Stroke it. Like this.”

He demonstrated, guiding her hand fully up and down his length several times. She wanted to take her time and explore him, to run her fingertips over the velvety soft skin of his cock, but she didn't think that was what he had in mind, so she turned to face him. Much as she wanted to look into his eyes, she couldn't for the life of her keep from glancing down to what she held in her hand. Oh mercy me. There was no way that was going to fit in her body. She drew back a little, and Stuart tilted her face up to look at him. Something must have shown on her face because he gave her a little smile.

“I'm not going to hurt you.”

“I’m not worried,” she murmured. “Just a little surprised by the size. I mean I’ve only seen one, and it wasn’t quite this pretty…or big.”

She looked back down at the cock in her hand, giving an experimental little stroke back and forth. He swore softly under his breath, and she set a rhythm that seemed right. She didn’t know how she understood that, but she knew she did the right thing. And, if she had any doubts, Stuart's low, whispered encouragements would have erased them.

She licked her lips, wondering what it would be like to slide her tongue over that silky skin. From very near, she heard Mitch clear his throat. She dropped her forehead against Stuart’s chest then turned her face toward his brother.

Mitch shot a disgusted look toward Stuart, and Cinda backed up a step. Mitch’s gaze dropped down to the hard cock jutting out of Stuart’s pants. “I see you started without me.”

 “Your last words to me were ‘keep going’, so I did.”

“When did you start listening to me?”

“I listen when you get a good idea. Besides, you’ve been gone so long, I thought you fell down the mine shaft.”

“The shaft’s on the hill, dumb ass.”

“Could you two argue later?” Cinda said. “We’re kind of in the middle of something here.”