Not Too Tall to Love (4 page)

And he realized he
did
care about her. Oh, maybe it was lust and not
love
, but hell yeah—he really didn’t want anything to happen
to her.

“Let’s catch her up,” he said and increased his
pace.

“Good plan,” said Corey, matching his speed.

* * * *

Andy had walked away from them at a fast pace.
She’d been really looking forward to seeing these falls and she was smart
enough to recognize that Derek’s response was out of all proportion to a minor
disagreement. At first she thought it was a male testosterone, “Me Tarzan, you
Jane” thing, but then she got to wondering if it was more than that.

“Well, too bad. I was right about our
directions every single time we disagreed on the way up and down Blue Ridge
Mountain, and I’ll keep the pace as fast as I safely can to make sure I get
back before dark,” she said aloud to herself.

The track wasn’t steep. It was grading steadily
downhill but was basically smooth dirt with few rocks, so it was easy to keep a
fast pace without risk of breaking an ankle. Nonetheless, Andy kept a sharp eye
on the track, aware that hiking alone wasn’t a smart decision in such an
isolated area. Although she was pretty sure the guys would come looking for
her—if not immediately, then tonight if she wasn’t back by dark.

After about fifteen minutes’ steady hiking she
could hear the splashing sounds of water and she became aware of birdcalls,
too. She stopped for a moment to look up into the trees but couldn’t see any
birds yet.

How strange. We heard
the falls and the birds up on the top of the ridge, but not again until now.
That’s some weird acoustics
.

Stepping out briskly again she rounded a few
more bends—and
there
were the
falls—still probably a mile away, but they were framed like a perfect picture
between the trees of the track.

“Beautiful,” she breathed.
“Worth
every step of the journey.”

Andy picked up her pace again and hiked on to
the falls. The sound of the water became louder with every bend she negotiated
and it took her a while to realize she could hear footsteps behind her on the
track.

With a naughty giggle she broke into a jog for
the last hundred feet or so and arranged herself on a rock, her backpack at her
feet, gazing at the falls so that she could play innocent when they arrived.

* * * *

Derek and Corey had really pushed their pace on
the track, surprised not to see her up ahead until they’d understood she must
have been deliberately moving faster than normal herself.

“She’s being sensible. Moving the pace along so
she gets back before dark,” said Corey.

“She’s an idiot … she’ll break her worthless
neck,” growled Derek, his face red with frustration.

When they rounded the last bend and saw her
sitting nonchalantly on the rock, Corey laughed.

“What an actress. You did that deliberately,
didn’t you?”

“You damn idiot! Don’t you realize you could
have broken your neck rushing down that path? Woman, you’re driving me mad!”
yelled Derek, grabbing her shoulders and hauling her to her feet.

Then his lips crashed on hers in a passionate
medley of lust and frustration. He pulled her tight against his body, grinding
his cock into her pelvis, letting her know just how aroused he was.

His lips still locked to hers he unsnapped her
jeans and wrenched the zipper down, then did the same with his own.

Corey dropped his pack and rummaged in the side
pocket for condoms, handing one to Derek and quickly releasing his own cock and
rolling the latex down it.

Derek backed Andy over to a nearby tree, pushed
her against it, and lifted her legs up around his waist. “God, I can’t wait to
have you,” he whispered, and slid into her hungry, hot cunt.

Andy sighed at the feeling of fullness. She
knew Derek was only angry from fear and concern and she accepted his need for
her with no foreplay. Besides, the minute she saw them she was wet for them.
Somehow just seeing that look in his eyes was enough to make her belly clench
with need and her cream drip from her pussy.

Then Corey was behind Derek, squirting lube
into his ass and scissoring his fingers inside the other man’s
hole
. Andy’s breath caught at the raw passion of Corey’s
movements and she knew Corey understood what had motivated Derek, too. This was
Corey’s way of soothing Derek’s anguish.

Very quickly Derek’s ass was prepared and Corey
pushed inside him. Then together the two men fucked. Andy rested her long legs
higher on Derek’s hips and managed to dig her ankles into Corey’s back, thus
uniting the three of them and enabling her to feel every rippling muscle in
both men.

The men were too emotionally involved to make
this fuck last very long. But Andy found their actions so erotic and arousing
she was ready to come just from watching them.

Derek thrust deep into her, pushing hard and
bouncing her back against the tree. At the end of each stroke he gave a little
upward thrust to his pelvis that hit her G-spot with unerring accuracy. Corey
timed his strokes with Derek’s pushing hard and fast into the other man and Andy
could feel his muscles tense and release with every stroke.

“Damn, woman you’re under my skin and in my
blood,” gasped Derek leaning in to kiss her hard.

“Mine too,” acknowledged Corey, taking one hand
off Derek’s hips to grasp her shoulder. Derek shuddered with his release and
Corey and Andy came with him.

He rested his face on her neck, breathing
heavily, and said, “Lucky we didn’t take your sweater off or that bark would
have left nasty scratches on you.”

Laughing slightly, they disentangled themselves
and did up their clothing.

“But shit, Andy …
don’t
run out on me again. Please,” Derek asked.

Andy understood he was being serious now and
nodded.

“But I bet we still get back before dark—even
with the sex break,” she couldn’t resist adding.

Chapter Four

They were all quiet on the walk to the camp
site, each one having much to think over.

I never thought Derek
would go psycho like that over something as minor as me wanting to take a
different path. We took different routes lots of times going up and down Blue
Ridge Mountain. He said I was under his skin and in his blood. Yet he and Corey
are very much loving partners. Does that mean Derek wants me to join with them
for as long as the passion lasts? Even after this hike? Or will the emotions be
burned out in three days?

* * * *

Corey was walking behind Andy, watching her
clean, easy stride and neat little ass move smoothly ahead of him.

I love the way she
walks. She’s hiking as easily as if it were the start of the first day, not the
end of the second. And both days have been reasonably demanding. When they
labeled this walk as one for experienced hikers they meant it. And she’s in
my
blood, too. Oh, I’m not as nuts as Derek, but I do see where he’s
coming from. I don’t want to lose her. Maybe, just maybe, she’s the one for
both of us. She’s good company, sensible and intelligent to talk to, and one
red-hot woman in bed.

Yeah, we definitely
need to spend more time with her. Derek’s right about that.

* * * *

Striding in front of the others and digging the
heels of his boots hard in the dirt track with every step, was Derek.

Goddammit, that
woman’s getting to me. I have to fuck her again. All I can think about is those
long, long legs wrapped around my waist, those pert little brownish-pink
nipples in my mouth and my cock deep in her cunt.
Or maybe
her ass.
Oh God yes—in her ass!
And Corey pumping into
her too.
Me
in her ass, him in her cunt, my
arms around Corey’s shoulders and Andy sandwiched tightly between us. Oh yes,
that’s what I need. Shit, my cock is about to burst out of my pants. I’ve got
to stop thinking about her. About her mouth and the way she smiles and it
lights up her whole face and… Goddammit, here I go again.

* * * *

Once again the camp site was in a small valley
with a creek running through it providing clean, fresh water. A
tennis-court-size patch of grass backing onto a row of trees was an obvious
place to pitch the tent, and a nearby circle of blackened stones showed where
previous campers had set their fire.

As on the previous night the men swiftly
pitched the tent and sorted out the food to be cooked, while Andy gathered
tinder and
wood,
set the fire and got it burning. And
she even managed to refrain from mentioning that it was all done before
darkness fell.

Andy watched as Corey grabbed some pre-cut
twelve-inch squares of aluminum foil, folded them over his fist into pockets,
then
lined the
bottom of the pocket with thin slices of lemon.

“This helps keep the
food from burning, as well as adding extra flavor to the meal,” he said.

Next he added some
strips of dried beef, chopped potatoes and carrots cut small, peppers, onions,
a small can of beans and a few shakes of garlic, salt and pepper. He topped it
up with maybe a quarter-cup of water, folded the top edges of the packet closed
and set it directly into the hot coals.

“It takes maybe half
an hour to cook.
All the
veggies slow roast in their
own juices,” he added.

“And here I thought
pasta with dehydrated soup was a tasty meal.” Andy laughed.

“Nah—just because we
have to carry everything and cook over a wood fire doesn’t mean we can’t have
some variety. Wait until you taste my apple pie on a stick. It’s to die for,” said
Corey.

“To die
for, huh?”

“Oh, yes. Put a
wooden skewer through the apple and roast it in the coals until the skin’s
brown and the juice is dripping out of the apple. Then roll it in cinnamon and
sugar.
Belissima!
”
He laughed, kissing his own fingertips extravagantly.

“Is all your
underwear red?” asked Derek suddenly.

Andy’s head whipped
around at this question that came out of nowhere.

“What?”

“Your
panties.
They were red with lace around the top yesterday
and today they are a kind of plaidy red. And yesterday your bra was red with
lace on it. I haven’t seen your bra today yet, though,” he added with a touch
of expectancy.

Andy’s face was as
red as her panties, but she could see from Derek’s eyes that he was being
serious and genuinely wanted to know. The three of them had talked a lot over
these two days so she took a big breath and said, “It’s a long story. I don’t
know if you want to hear it all. But the short answer is, ‘Yes.’”

“It’s important to
you, isn’t it?” asked Derek.
“So yeah.
I want the long
version.

Corey nodded.
“Me too.”

“I’ve probably
mentioned I have an older brother, John. He’s a mad-keen sportsman, into
baseball and basketball and cars and all things male. My Dad was really pleased
to have a son first but my Mom wanted a girl so she was thrilled when I was
born. Until I was five she dressed me in white lace and frills and ribbons the
whole time. But then I went to school and discovered other little girls were
allowed to run around and climb trees and kick balls and I just loved doing all
that stuff. So in no time at all my dresses were stained and ripped. Mom kept
trying to make me sit still and just look pretty but I’d discovered freedom and
insisted on wearing jeans like other girls.

“Besides, I kept
getting taller and taller. By the time I was ten I was taller than Mom and she
just gave up on me. Then she insisted I wear colors to disguise my height and
lack of girlishness. So I bought red underwear so it wouldn’t upset her but was
true to the real me. And I’ve just kept wearing it. I like red,” Andy
concluded.

“And I like you in
red lingerie,” said Corey.

“I like that you’re
tall. There’s nothing worse than trying to dance with a chick whose head’s
about level with my belt buckle,” said Derek.

“Oh yeah.
I
appreciated those long legs of yours this afternoon.
God, the
feel of them around Derek, and around me, too.
Your
calves on my sides and your heels digging into my back and pushing me into
Derek.
God, that was pure one-hundred percent hot,” threw in Corey.

Andy was becoming
more and more intrigued by the men. “Tell me something about
your
relationship. I know you’ve been
together for three years and you said you share a woman from time to time. Tell
me more about yourselves.”