Free Captive Heroes by Jan Springer Page A

touching his chest unleashed the pent-up tension because he groaned and his cock jerked several times. Suddenly hot, slick liquid spewed over her breasts as he came.
    As Kinley’s release ebbed, he withdrew from her pussy and delicately sucked his fingers. They were wet from her arousal and he grinned, inspecting each digit before licking…one long finger at a time. Slowly, seductively, he lapped at his fingers until, to her surprise, once again the stirrings of another round of pleasure began their erotic mount.
    His black eyes studied her and it slowly dawned on her that something wasn’t quite as she thought. She struggled to stop the rising panic.
    “Oh my God, you’re real,” she gasped, and the fire of embarrassment flushed her cheeks so hot, her face would surely explode in a burst of flames.

Chapter Four
     
    It was sweet torture, her overwhelming need for this strange man with the warm, brown eyes and body full of scars to fuck her. In Kayla’s entire life she had never felt so unbelievably sensual and feminine. She swore every one of her nerve endings flared with fire and her entire body sizzled with sexual alertness. With his every movement, she tensed and hoped he would turn to her and say, “Let’s fuck.”
    Maybe his explanation regarding the swamp water was true and not just some crazy idea he’d come up with to get her into his bed.
    Well…make that his bed of ferns.
    Kayla glanced up from the river’s edge where he’d left her with stern instructions to drink the water and bathe while he prepared a nest of ferns for them beneath a huge, twisted oak tree.
    She’d almost broken into tears when he’d come to a halt in front of this gorgeous blue river. She hadn’t believed him when he said they would rest. Yet there he was, snapping off those long green ferns and placing them one on top of the other until the unmistakable outline of a rustic mattress began to form on the ground.
    Heck, who would have thought ferns could be used in such a way? But then again, these ferns weren’t the small ones she was used to seeing in the swamps and wetlands on Earth. Nor were they the kind near the campgrounds she’d camped at with her family when she was a kid. No, these ferns grew in lush, five feet or longer bushes, their green foliage half an inch thick and spongy to the touch.
    Kayla returned her gaze to the sparkling river. It meandered as far as she could see in both directions, and lining the low banks on both sides were those towering ferns.
    The promise of drowning herself in a cold drink of water almost lured her into the pristine clear liquid, but then she stopped. What if this water wasn’t safe to drink? What if it was the same kind of water as that brown swamp water she and her sisters swam through after crash-landing?
    Maybe he wanted her to drink it so she would become intoxicated with lust and easy prey for him. Kayla bit her bottom lip and stared at the lazy, moving water.
    Oh please, prey on me!
    She dared to dip a bare toe in the liquid.
    Oh man, talk about heaven.
    Nice and cold. Just what she needed to douse the flames of lust consuming her. She was definitely beginning to burn with extreme need again. It came in waves now. The need to fuck, followed by the need to rest. And she was just entering the need-to-fuck phase again.
    She closed her eyes and bit back a moan as she closed her legs tightly and wished she had the nerve to finger-fuck herself into oblivion. Maybe she could if Taylor disappeared for a few minutes. She was sure that’s all the time she’d need to masturbate. Her cheeks warmed over what had happened when she’d been locked in that cage on wheels. Over how fantastic the release had been while she’d masturbated under the moonlight.
    Kayla swallowed and bit back yet another moan as an arrow of lust slammed though her when she relived seeing the stranger’s shadowy figure at the cage door. The glazed arousal shining in his eyes. The son of a bitch had been watching