Unexplored (Treasure Hunter Security Book 3) (12 page)

He pushed her legs wider apart. “Come for me, Sydney.” A deep growl.

He kept eating at her, pulling her deeper. Then she felt his lips close over her clit. One hard suck, and she exploded.

Still shuddering, pleasure coursing through her, she felt him spin her around. He lifted and moved her so easily with his strong arms. Her back pressed to the bed and he kneeled over her, his hard, uncut cock standing up toward his hard abs. She saw him reach out and then heard the crinkle of a wrapper. Licking her lips, she watched him slide the condom over his cock.

Then he gripped her legs, pushing them apart.

He stroked her. “So swollen and plump. Just for me.”

Circling his cock with one hand, he leaned forward and rubbed the head between her legs. She gasped.

“You’ll feel this, Sydney. Every inch.”

“Yes, Logan. Come inside me.”

“I’m going to make you mine.”

She let her gaze run over him. His rugged face. The scars across his chest. His wide shoulders. He pushed one of her legs up, and his gaze locked with hers as the thick head of his cock slid between her folds.

Her breathing sped up, turning irregular.
Oh, God.
She felt a pleasurable stretch as he filled her.

“Take me, Sydney.”

“I’m trying,” she gasped out.

With a hard push, he thrust inside her.

A cry escaped her. He was so big, stretching her hard. He was so overwhelming. She forced herself to relax, and then she felt his rough hands sliding down her leg. She stretched her arms above her head, arching into him.

“Sydney…damn, you feel good.” His voice was strained.

His thrusts started slowly at first—firm and to the hilt. Then he gained momentum until he was slamming into her. He changed the angle of his thrusts and she felt him pressing against her clit. She wrapped her legs around his hips. The dizzying rush of sensation left Sydney lightheaded.

“That’s it. Damn, you’re tight.”

Logan pulled out and slammed back in. Sydney moaned, her eyes widening. He was so big, so forceful, so much. She felt like he was claiming every inch of her.

As he hammered into her, faster and faster, sweat sheened his chest and his muscles were straining.

“I want you to come again, Sydney. This time with my cock deep inside you.” His words ended with a fierce growl.

***

Logan continued to drive into Sydney. So tight. So hot. So sweet. He was barely holding back his own release.

Looking down, he watched her make sexy little noises, her lovely breasts moving with each of his thrusts. The scent of her arousal swamped him, driving him to the edge. He wanted to watch her come again. He continued to drive into her, keeping his gaze locked on hers.

Then she gasped, her body tightening around him, clamping down hard. She threw her head back.

A second later, his release slammed into him like a blast. He groaned, his back bowing, his fingers digging into her skin.

He collapsed, chest heaving. He moved to the side and pulled her limp, warm body close. Her eyes were closed, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths.

Logan tightened his hold on her for a second, then reluctantly he let go and stood. It only took him a second to discard the condom. And as he turned back and took in the slender limbs, the pretty breasts, and the fall of her blonde hair spread out around her beautiful face, he felt need flaring to life again already.
Hell
.

He climbed back into the bed, and pulled her close. Burying his face in her hair, he breathed her in. She turned and curled into him.

When was the last time he cuddled in bed with a woman?
Never
. Not even in his short-lived, disastrous tangle with Annika.

He slid a hand down Sydney’s body, lazily stroking her smooth skin.

Then she moved, pushing up, and studying the backs of his arms. Her fingers traced over his tattoos.

“I really like these,” she said. “They suit you.”

He let her push him until he was lying on his stomach, his head pillowed on his arms. She moved, her hands tracing down his back, over his wolf tattoo. The look on her face as she explored him… He’d never had a woman look at him like that before. He’d definitely not had a woman like Sydney Granger stare at his tattoos the same way he guessed she’d look at some piece of fancy art in a gallery.

He sat up, pulling her into his lap, her back pressed to his chest. He cupped her breasts. “I really like these. They suit you.”

She laughed. But as he gently tugged at her nipples, her laughter gave way to a ragged breath. She moved against him, her sweet, rounded butt grinding against him. Of course, she felt his now-hard-again cock.

She arched her head back. “You’re ready again?”

“I’ve got good stamina.”

Her laugh was low and throaty.

Then he stilled. “But I only had one condom.”

She matched his stillness and cleared her throat. “I’m on birth control. And I’m healthy.”

He knew her measured words meant that she didn’t usually do this kind of thing. The trust she was putting in him made his chest warm.

His hands flexed on her skin. The thought of sliding inside her without any barrier, without a layer of latex between them…

“I had a checkup two weeks ago,” he said. “I’m clean.”

Her smile was slow and sexy. “Well, then, Wild Man, show me what else you’ve got.”

He forced her head back and took her mouth with his. A second later, he rolled, pulled her beneath him and slid home.

Chapter Ten

Sydney made a humming noise of pleasure.

She was on her knees, her hands digging hard into Logan’s strong thighs, taking his big cock in her mouth.

He groaned. God, she loved this. Seeing the effect she had on him. The musky taste of him.

His hand slid into her hair, his grip hard enough to sting. “You like that, don’t you?” he said between gritted teeth.

She pulled back, running her tongue over the head of him. She saw the strong muscles of his stomach go tight. “I like giving you pleasure.”

“You like the control.”

She smiled. “That, too.” She swallowed him back into her mouth.

He let her move on him a few more times, then his hands slid under her arms.

“Enough.” He yanked her up, spun her, and pressed her down against the edge of the bed.

Her knees hit the sleeping bag she’d been kneeling on before, the edge of the bed pressing against her belly. His big body covered her from behind, the hair on his thighs tickling the back of hers. A second later, his cock thrust inside her without warning.

Her moan was long and loud. He pulled out and thrust back inside. He was so deep, and she was so full.

He showed her no mercy. Logan wasn’t a smooth or easy lover. He was rough and wild, and she loved every minute of it.

He possessed her, keeping up his hard, firm strokes. She felt his callused fingers sliding under her, tracing down her belly. He found her clit.

“Yes, Logan.”

A few hard flicks and the pleasure coalesced into a hard ball in her belly, then exploded. As she shuddered under the pleasure, he ground inside her and held himself there, growling as he spilled inside her.

They both stayed there, bent over the edge of the bed, breathing heavily.

“Hell of a way to wake up.” His voice was husky. He pulled back and pressed a kiss to her shoulder blade. “The best damn way.”

She felt the same. She’d never felt this close to any man before.

As he pulled out of her, she let out a little moan. “I really hope we don’t have to ride any horses today.” She was more than a little sore between her thighs.

He pressed another kiss to the back of her neck and then stood. As he walked over to the bucket of water, she managed to collapse on the bed. She watched him as he splashed water onto himself. It ran down his chest and he washed himself with quick, easy swipes—chest, underarms, genitals. Sydney leaned back on the bed, wishing they had a hot shower and she could be running soapy hands over his intriguing cock and balls. He dressed with quick, economical movements and she hated seeing him cover his muscles and tattoos.

“The sun will be up soon,” he said. “We’ll head across the lake and take a look at the burial sites. See what your brother’s left for you.”

Their interlude was over. She felt the rude sting of harsh reality creeping back in. For one night, for those long, hot hours, she’d been able to forget about the people after her and her brother. “And Silk Road?”

“We’ll see them coming. Dec’s got a few things planned.”

“Unless they ran into fake Piero and he told them everything.”

Logan’s face turned dark. “Hopefully a jaguar found him first.” He finished doing up his shirt, his gaze running over her. “I’ll get some fresh water from the lake.” He grabbed the bucket and headed outside.

Sydney worked on untangling her hair and preparing herself for the day. She hoped—prayed—they found Drew today.

Logan was back soon with the bucket. He set it down and strode over to the bed. He reached down, cupped her breast, then stroked down her belly. His touch was filled with an easy, possessive claim, like he had every right. Like her body was all his.

She felt her pulse spike. “Go,” she said. “Or we’ll end up naked again.”

“That’s not really a deterrent, babe.”

“Go.” She made a shooing motion with her hand.

He leaned down, pressed a long, deep kiss to her mouth, then he was gone.

Sydney took her time. She washed up, running the cloth over her body. She cruised it over each bruise, each patch of whisker burn, and the pleasant ache between her legs. She smiled to herself. Big, wild Logan was all hers.

It didn’t take her long to dress. She stuffed all the other items back in her backpack and Logan’s. She glanced around the hut. The simple beds. The dirt floor. She was almost sorry to leave.

She hitched her bag over her shoulder and strode out into the morning air. The sun was coming up, the faint blush of dawn coloring the forest. There was a hush over the lake and the trees. It was so beautiful.

She spotted the THS team nearby, huddled tightly and talking quietly. She joined them.

“Any sign of Silk Road?”

Logan shook his head. “Nothing.”

Declan pointed to an overgrown path down to the lake. “There are four small, wooden boats at the edge of the lake. We’ll head across the water and take all the boats with us. If Silk Road heads this way, we’ll see them from the other side, and they’ll have no easy way to get across the lake.”

They made the steep trek down to the water. The trees ran right to the edge in a wild tangle. Sydney stared at the boats dubiously. They looked handmade and not in particularly good condition.

Hale, Morgan, and Declan each climbed into a boat and pushed off. Logan held the edge of the final boat and waved her in. She climbed in and Logan pushed them away from the edge and leaped in behind her. It rocked under his weight. He grabbed some oars and soon they were powering across the still waters of Laguna de los Condores.

“It must have looked exactly like this when the Warriors of the Clouds were here,” she said. “It feels almost mystical out here on the water. It’s so easy to see why they chose this place.”

“Look.” Logan lifted his chin toward the approaching cliff face.

She stared, not seeing what he was talking about. Then she spotted one of the chullpas nestled against the cliff under an overhang. Her heart sped up. It was high above the water.

Soon, the boat nudged up to the shore. Logan climbed out, secured the boat, and then helped her out.

Declan pulled out a machete, and they started the steep, muddy hike up to the chullpas. Sydney grabbed onto anything she could to keep her balance and to stop from slipping. Finally, they reached some rough, wooden ladders pressed into the side of the steep hill.

“Left by the archeologists,” she said.

They climbed steadily. Sydney paused once to look back over the lake and surrounding forests. Stunning.

Soon, she reached the top and climbed up onto a ledge. Right in front of her was a chullpa. It was carved into the cliff face, and in places, she could see remnants of white, red, and yellow paint.

“Hale, keep watch,” Declan murmured.

The other man nodded, pulling a set of binoculars from his backpack.

“Drew’s notes said there are six surviving chullpas, and the remnants of one that didn’t survive,” Sydney said, stepping carefully as she moved closer to the chullpa. “They each housed mummies and offerings. The mummies were all wrapped in textiles and well-preserved.”

She looked at the carved holes and ledges, imagining the funerary bundles that must have sat there for so many hundreds of years.

“Freaky,” Morgan said.

Sydney turned and looked at a row of skulls and bones lined up on a rock ledge. “When the place was looted, some mummies were destroyed, as the looters looked for metal and jewelry. I guess the archeologists didn’t take anything that wasn’t intact.” The empty eyes of the skulls looked out over the lake. “The offerings here were only ceramics, textiles, feathered headdresses. A shame the grave robbers destroyed so much.”

And now Silk Road was looking to pillage the Warriors of the Clouds once again.

“So, was it the Chachapoyan bigwigs who were buried here?” Logan asked. He was staring at some of the artwork still visible on the stone walls.

“No one knows for sure. It seems that some of the mummies didn’t have the kind of wear and tear that life back then inflicted, which means they were probably elite. But the Cloud Warriors seemed pretty egalitarian, and mummies of people at all social levels have been found.”

As she touched the stone where a mummy must have rested, she imagined Drew standing there, doing the same thing. What would he have done here? Where would he leave her a message?

In her mind’s eye, she could picture her brother wandering around, snapping pictures, recording what he saw.

She turned and saw Logan and Declan looking back across the lake, alert and tense. Hale stood beside them looking through the binoculars.