Biding His Thyme: 4 by Shelley Munro Page A

of a
cock when you feel it.” He was curious about her sexual experience.
    Her wet tongue lashed across his earlobe,
then traced the outline of his ear. A shiver swept him, and unable to help
himself, he ran his fingers over her hip and down her leg, stroking back and
forth, testing the flesh beneath her robe. He shifted his hips, thrusting
against her before the thought registered.
    “A modern marvel,” she whispered, pausing in
her worrying of his earlobe. “You have two cocks.”
    A bark of laughter escaped him. “I have a
torch in my pocket.”
    “That’s what I felt the first time. I
didn’t think I could have that sort of effect on a man, not until I felt the
second.”
    He stopped then, lifting his head to peer
at her through the gloom. “If that’s the truth then why have you bothered with
your disguise?”
    She kissed him this time, thrusting at his
shoulders at the same time with enough strength to take him by surprise. They
rolled with her landing up on top of him. “That’s better,” she said. “I
couldn’t concentrate with two cocks poking me.”
    A chuckle burst free. “You’re not into sex
with more than one man. I thought that was the modern woman’s fantasy. To have
two men focused on her pleasure.”
    “Not me. All I want is to leave this
place.”
    “Then you’ll think about a man?”
    “No,” she replied without hesitation. “Men
screw things up.”
    “I might take that as a challenge.” Hell,
he did take that as a challenge. He wanted to peel away the layers hiding her
real personality, her true form. He wanted to know what her natural hair looked
like without the god-awful smelly stuff she’d combed into it.
    “Don’t,” she warned. “Once I hear back from
Alice—if I hear back from Alice and the news is positive—I’m going to ask her
if I can work for Fancy Free. She mentioned a job.”
    Jake nodded, reaching up to cup her face
with his hand. “I hope the news is good.”
    He let her kiss him again, enjoying the
hell out of her lips and tongue brushing his. With each kiss her confidence
grew, and he loved experiencing her shy looks and innocent attempts at playing
the siren. If she wasn’t careful, she’d get hooked on him. Jake smiled
inwardly. Hell, maybe he’d let her.
    “We can go now,” he said. If they didn’t
quit with the groping soon, he was gonna embarrass himself. His cock was hard
enough to use as a hammer.
    “Go where?”
    He lifted her off him and rolled to his
feet. At the back of his mind he realized his left leg felt better than it had
for weeks. The walking was helping more than the long gym sessions he’d
subjected himself to before he’d come to Sloan. Jake paused to listen,
satisfied when the sole noise was the baa of a distant sheep.
    “Jake?”
    “We’re going to continue our walk. I need
to check the boundary line.” With sure steps, he led her in the direction he
wished to go. Despite the growing gloom his eyes picked out a distinct path.
“Do you know where this goes?”
    “It goes to the top paddock. I come up here
sometimes to pick leaves to use to decorate my candles.”
    “Good idea. Make sure you pick up a few
leaves on the way, in case someone stops us.”
    When the path widened enough for them to
walk abreast, he curved his arm around her lumpy waist. When she moved closer,
allowing him the liberty without complaint, he smiled. He might not be out with
the team because of his injury, but his military friends, Nikolai and Louie
were right about a change in routine helping to jerk him out of his mental
funk.
    They didn’t find anything, not that Jake
had thought they would. It was too obvious, and he figured Luke and Richard
Morgan would’ve checked the boundary fences with the other properties already.
    When they’d almost reached the main
compound, Jake reached for her hand. “Are you sleeping in your workshop
tonight?”
    “Yes, it’s safer for me. I don’t like the
other women looking at me too closely.”
    Jake