Free Rock Hard Heat by Cristal Ryder Page B

her jawline. She wanted his kiss and met him with a fiery passion she
knew would never die. Jenna wound her arms around his neck and opened her
mouth, encouraging him to deepen the kiss. His tongue met hers and they moaned
into each other. His palms slipped down her back and cradled her ass.
    Chet lifted her with ease and she wrapped her legs around his
hips, hooking her ankles behind his butt. Jenna wasn’t chilled any longer.
Their closeness, the skin-to-skin contact chased the coolness of the mountain
creek away. Passion warmed the water between them and they slid against each
other. His chest hair tickled her breasts and the sweet friction against her
nipples had them tightening into aching buds. Jenna pulsed her hips and his
cock glided deliciously between her pussy lips, driving her to distraction.
    Chet thrust against her and she couldn’t bear another moment
of not having him fill her. Jenna tipped her hips until his cock head pushed at
her opening.
    “Oh baby,” she murmured against his lips as they both thrust
and he slid into her, filling and stretching her wide. He shuddered in her
embrace and Jenna held him tight with her arms and legs as he began a rhythm
that allowed them a slow, comfortable fuck in the water. The buoyancy posed a
slight problem but the sweetness of their loving and the heat of their passion
brought them fulfillment in the pool of Gold Creek.
    * * * * *
    “I have something to show you.” Jenna wound her still-wet
hair into a knot on the top of her head.
    “What d’ya have darlin’?” He led her along a path on the
creek bank, enjoying the sway of her hips in the shorty shorts she had on. Her
neck rose gracefully from her shoulders and he longed to run his fingers along
the gentle curve. He had a hard time keeping his hands off her, even if it was
just for a simple caress, to simply feel her energy and heat.
    After a twenty-minute hike, she stopped by the sluice box
up-creek. She had been busy and the work table was laden with pans, containers,
scoops, hammers. All sorts of paraphernalia.
    “Look.” Jenna held up a pan and pushed her fingers through
the concentrates of waste rock and gravel revealing bit of shiny material and
one larger stone.
    Chet looked at what she was showing him and excitement built
in his chest. “Is that what I think it is?”
    She nodded, a big smile on her face. “I think it is. I’m
almost positive it’s not pyrite but would want it checked out for sure.
    “Where’d you find it? Here?” He pointed at the creek. They
were about a quarter mile upstream from where they’d just made love.
    “Yep. I got bored downstream and started checking it out up
here. I love this looking-for-gold thing and when I saw this today, I couldn’t
believe it.”
    “Well, I’ll be. Maybe we did find old Chester’s gold after
all.” Chet pushed his hat back and picked up a stone streaked with a shiny gold
luster. Lots of pyrite, or fool’s gold, in these parts too. They had to be
sure. “I know who we can take this to who will keep things quiet.”
    “Can you believe it? Alluvial gold. Never in a million years
did I think I’d ever prospect for gold, let alone find some. I could be rich!”
She bounced on her toes and clapped her hands before pausing to stare at him.
“Sorry, we could be rich.”
    Chet loved watching her enthusiasm. She had such a zest for
life it was refreshing. His city girl sure had countrified in a hurry and he
was lovin’ every minute of her transformation.
    “Well, we mustn’t get ahead of ourselves. It could be
nothing and you know full well, if it is gold, it’s probably runoff from the
main vein, which might be a bit more challenging to find.”
    Jenna waved her hand. “I know, I know, but this is so
exciting. How many people dream of finding gold?” She pointed to the stone in
his fingers. “If that is gold and all I—we—ever find, then I’m thrilled with
that.”
    Chet snaked his arm around her shoulder and handed back