In Yellowstone National Park, the geysers aren't the only things steaming when recently divorced Jill Whittier arrives. When she meets a ruggedly handsome ranger who not only shows her the wilds of the park, but also shows her just how wild two people can be when nature takes its course, she quickly learns that the Old Faithful geyser isn't the only thing in the park ready to erupt.
Join author Montana Mills as she weaves a highly erotic SHORT STORY that will leave you breathless and satisfied.
CONTAINS SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL THAT IS INTENDED FOR AN ADULT AUDIENCE
"Grand Geyser," he said. "Not quite as frequent or predictable as Old Faithful, but when it goes, it puts on one hell of a show." He shined his light onto what looked like a small pool. "Good," he said. "We haven't missed it."
He motioned for me to sit on one of the benches. As I did so, his lips brushed against my ear. "Once this pool fills up, it won't be long," he said. It took me a moment to realize he was still talking about the geyser.
As we sat on the bench, he began to massage the back of my neck with one of his rough, strong hands. I didn't object. His hand moved to one of my shoulders, then to the other. A soft moan escaped my lips. Had he heard it? My thighs still hadn't stopped yearning, and I felt myself growing moist.
I turned to face him, turned to tell him that I'd had enough one-night stands, that I didn't know if this was really such a good idea, that we should probably stop before it was too late. But before I could get the words out, his lips were on mine, pressing, pressing, and as his tongue tangled with mine, I decided this was a good idea.
This was a very good idea.
With one hand on my back, he gently laid me down on the bench so that I was looking up at him, looking into his deep, dark eyes that seemed to catch just a hint of the thousands of stars above.
One of his hands found the button of my jeans and unfastened it. Then there was the sound of my zipper being slowly undone. He set his hat down on the boardwalk.
"What if someone catches us?" I lifted my ass as Charlie tugged at my jeans.
"I guess they'll have to report it to a ranger," Charlie said, grinning.