STORY EXCERPT

Browynn South could feel the searing heat of eyes on every curve of her body as she rock climbed.

A thrill danced over her skin. She was being watched. Was it her target?

Wynn was desperate to meet her elusive target. She had to make their first meeting a happy accident. To do that, she knew the US Forest Service would report her missing.

Undercover work often didn’t go as planned and left her feeling vulnerable to the elements. This time, she made a vow that work was going to be different. She was going to maintain control of the operation even if it spun out.

She rested, leaning back on her legs and her right arm to look out over the Red. High atop the gorge, she thought she caught sight of someone way off in the distance, but whatever play of shadows she saw was gone. She should’ve been utterly alone.

She knew she wasn’t.

Wynn felt exposed in all the right ways on the heated rock. She should be easy to find.

Red River Gorge was thick with Kentucky summer sunshine and hot on her backside. The sunlight was fading fast with a storm blowing in from the northwest. Thirty feet up the Arrowhead, Wynn was getting her ass spanked hard. She checked her progress. She had at least another thirty feet to go. Somewhere in the gorge, a woodpecker went after a tree with the zeal of a jackhammer. Pause. Jackhammer.

That wasn’t the only thing she heard. There again. Footsteps moving through the thick brush. She wanted it to be her target, but it was probably more climbers coming to the Arrowhead. Wynn looked down the tree line and caught sight of a man with dark hair heading her way.

It was him.

She didn’t like the idea of investigating one of their own, but that was what she did as an internal affairs detective for the Forest Service.

She dipped her fingers into her blue chalk bag hanging off the nylon strap around her waist. Chalk dust caught in the wind and came back to sprinkle her pants. If she fell, there wouldn’t be a rope to catch her. That was the art and the rush of free climbing, of bouldering.

Wynn climbed on, and the toe of her climbing shoe skipped off the tiny wedge of rock she balanced on, sending both feet spiraling off the cliff. She cranked down hard with both hands as her body swung out and back to grip the rock.

The adrenaline pumping through her blood peaked. Her heart raced out of her chest from the near miss. Sandstone loosened from the cliff, sprinkling down to the forest bed below.

Instinct had her chalked fingers cranking down hard on the stone for a better grip. The rusty red rock was a mix of pebbles, sand, and iron oxide, making it strong but at times prone to crap out.

White tape splinted her two weakest fingers together on both hands. Wynn’s forearms were flexed from exertion. She took a steadying breath and reached for the next hold that had a nice ledge for her feet. The fingers of her left hand flexed around the hold with a caress to test the angle. It was good. She pulled with her forearm and pushed with her left leg at the same time.

She was good again.

“Nice!”

Wynn cast a quick glance downward to see her target. Special Agent in Charge, Kade Gentry. This was the one allegedly coordinating the Appalachian pipeline to the north. Last year alone, he allegedly moved nearly two tons of marijuana. If she determined he was the one, he was going down. She’d seen his picture and knew his record by heart, but it was nothing compared to the man. Gentry was a decorated hero, and somewhere along the way he’d turned.

This law enforcement ranger was one of their own, and that made this case personal. She didn’t like it when the good went bad. He looked the professional in his dark-green uniform, but Wynn had reasons to believe he wasn’t.

“Thanks.”

“You out here alone?” he asked.

“Yep.”

“It’s not safe to climb alone.”

“Would you be saying that if I had balls?”

He chuckled. “Yes, I would.”

The next hold was steady under her hand, and she had an awesome ledge to stand on while she worked out her next set of moves. Moves that she hoped would bring her closer to Kade. “Nice day, isn’t it?” she asked.

“It is,” he agreed.

The ranger had a deep voice that carried over the gorge vegetation and whispered right in her ear as though he were standing up against her backside. Annoyance flexed through her limbs. The Zen moment of being in the zone was starting to fade.

She climbed on.

“Rattlesnake Canyon isn’t safe this time of year,” he said. “This area is restricted due to the snakes.”

“Really? I didn’t see a sign posted. Guess I better be careful. I wouldn’t want to get bit.”

He grinned. Now that smile was a distraction worth taking for a long ride. She had to look away before she became too attached.

Most climbers knew that the Forest Service liked to reach as far as it could up the ass of climbers to keep them in check. It was a tight balancing act between the right to climb and playing nice to keep the rules to a minimum. Access could easily be denied.

Wynn knew how to organize this fight in her favor.

“We ask climbers to stay away from parts of the lower gorge region during the high heat of summer. The snakes like to sun themselves on the rocks and between them.”

“Do you now?” she asked. “I suppose I didn’t get the memo. Did you email or snail mail it? Or do you boys like to go door to door with these public service announcements?”

ADULT EXCERPT

“Spread your legs,” he ordered.

“Why, officer? I didn’t do anything wrong.”

She pretended to fight him, but he merely held her wrists tighter. Her eyes widened as he pressed his cock against her hips.

“Don’t resist me, Wynn.”

Wynn spread her legs, feeling the heat of his thick shaft slide over her pussy. She lifted her chin to meet him eye to eye. Erotic tension poured through her body as she saw his eyes dilate with sexual need. She wanted him to kiss her until she forgot all about her job. He locked her wrists with one hand as he ran his right hand down her arm, over the curve of her breast, and down the outside of her leg. He smoothed his way back up the inside to the juncture of her thighs. Wynn groaned as his fingers rubbed over her pussy, making her wet. His thumb rubbed up over the seam of her crotch to thumb her clitoris.

Wynn felt the electric shock of desire fire through her clit, making her nipples tingle. He brought his lips over hers.

“I’m not going to arrest you,” he whispered.

“What are you going to do to me?”

She swallowed hard as he leaned in, brushing his lips back and forth, sucking her lower lip between his teeth to nip it. He licked his tongue into her mouth and gave her a smooth erotic kiss that left her feeling breathless. Her mind made the erotic leap to all the possibilities of what they would soon be doing.

“I’m going to fuck you against this rock, right now.”

She moaned, feeling her legs go weak. Kade caught her by the wrists and pressed his body against hers. He took her mouth in a passionate kiss. His tongue flicked against hers, fighting her for control of the situation. She ground her pussy against his hips, and he groaned as he pulled his mouth away. Kade kept her wrists pinned as he pulled her climbing shorts lower on her hips.

“Fuck, woman...do you ever wear panties?”

Kade’s fingers brushed over her pussy. “Sometimes. Not all the time. If I had it my way, I’d climb naked.”

“Would you do that for me?”

Their gazes held. She felt breathless at the possibility of doing something so intimate with him. “Yes. I would.”

He groaned, letting go of her wrists. He backed up. There was a flash of animal desperation in his gaze. “Undress for me.”

She did, taking her good old time to peel off her tight climbing shorts. Kade followed every move of her hands as she pulled her tank up over her head, dropping it to the ground. She unsnapped her bra, letting it dangle from the tips of her fingers before she let go of it. Wynn ran her hand down to her soft, trimmed pussy and heard Kade groan. She saw his hand go to his fly of his tactical pants to adjust himself.

“Are you off duty?” she asked.

He was, but she wasn’t. She was tired of the lies.

“Yes.”

“Good. I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble for what we’re about to do.”

Wynn went to the rock and reached up, arching her backside out. Kade walked up behind, growling. He ran his palms over the curve of her ass and nipped at her shoulder. She glanced over her shoulder, flashing a sultry look as she started to climb. “No touching, big guy.”

“You’re killing me, woman.”

“No, I’m giving you exactly what you want,” she said.

She traversed around the boulder with Kade following closely behind. With each move she made, he groaned and encouraged her with grunts of approval. When she was halfway around, she heard the sound of Kade’s zipper. Kade came up behind, and he ran his hand up over her backside as the tip of his thick cock searched out her wet core. Wynn moaned as her hands cranked down on the rock.

“Kade...”

“Yes?”

He entered her in one slow, erotic thrust. His hands smoothed down her arms to her hands to help hold her to the rock. Wynn arched back her neck as his lips came down to kiss her. His tongue swirled over the sensitive curve of her ear as he started to sex her wet pussy.

Wynn had no control as he took her in an erotic dance. She wanted to ride his cock but was forced to be taken. She felt him holding back by tightening every one of his muscles. The corded muscles in his thighs brushed up against her legs.

Kade’s hard cock kept her up on the rock as he sexed her in short, intense thrusts. She wanted this with him. She wanted to let go of all her fear and be with him completely, but she knew before she could do any of that she had to tell him the truth of why she was there. Deep down in the most fragile part of her heart, she knew she’d have to tell Kade that she was internal affairs. When she did, she knew she’d lose him.

Her heart was beating wildly. She was so close to letting go when she felt Kade stop, with his sex deep within her hot pussy.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked.

“Trusting you.”

His cock kicked out, and she rolled her hips. She felt it flex again. She couldn’t wait anymore. She started to move.