Chapter 5

Jeremy cursed, stopping to dump another stone from his boot. "When I get my hands on Dallas Marshall, she's going to wish she never heard of the park service."

"Come on," Nate said, "give her some credit. Can you blame her for high-tailin' it out of there in the Jeep? We weren't exactly showing her around the park."

"What the hell are you defending her for?" Jeremy grumped. "I don't believe it. What's she got that makes every man but me jump to her defense?"

"She's got brains," Nate said. "You never see a woman except for what's on her chest or between her legs."

Jeremy looked at his friend, genuinely affronted. "What the hell kind of remark is that?" He stopped by a roadside boulder and plopped himself down on it. "I think women are great."

"Then why do you object so much to women rangers. Dallas isn't the first. And she won't be the last."

"Women can be rangers," Jeremy allowed. "As long as they're not doing it anywhere near my area."

"How noble!"

"Just stuff it!" Jeremy said, climbing to his feet once again. "You weren't exactly an innocent bystander in our little orgy by the creek."

"Didn't say I was. But Sally and Lori don't run on brainwaves. They run on cunt waves."

Jeremy chuckled. "I guess you've got a point." He shaded his eyes against the glare of the afternoon sun, as he looked up the road. "At least we're almost at the inn. Jennie should take pity on us and give us a decent meal on the house."

"There you go again," Nate said. "Always thinking of women and how to use 'em."

Jeremy shook his head. There was no getting through to Nate. Or maybe, he admitted ruefully, Nate was right. Maybe he did use women. He might give it some thought some time, when his feet didn't hurt so much.

"Nate, Jeremy, what on earth?" Jennie cried, coming up to them as they stepped into the inn's lobby. "You look like you just tangled with a grizzly and lost!"

"Worse," Jeremy said, "a cantankerous female."

Nate laughed. "Can't even make it five minutes, can you?"

"You're saying you enjoyed the walk?"

"You complain to Jennie, if you want," Nate said. "I'm going to take a shower." With that, he left them.

"So what happened?" Jennie asked.

Jeremy sighed. "Ah, what the hell. It doesn't matter." He was about to ask for a menu, but Jennie's next words aroused a different appetite.

"Are you horny?" she asked, placing her mouth against his ear so that no one could overhear. She also used the occasion to flick her tongue against the sensitive lobe. Jeremy shuddered. "Lead me to your dad's office." He hesitated. "He is still out of town, isn't he?"

She nodded. "Hurry, we can use that new hide-a-bed he had brought in. Daddy does love to entertain special guests sometimes."

Eager to forget most of the morning's events, Jeremy followed her to the plush office suite. "We could do it right on this carpet if you want, Jen," he said. "I've never been on carpeting so plush, so soft." He slipped off his boots and socks, and ran his toes through the three-inch pile.

"For you, Jeremy, I'll do it anytime, anywhere."

"Then let's get at it. I need it right now, baby. Need it bad." He stared at the nubile waitress, whose wealthy father insisted she learn the hotel business from the ground up. He owned the hotel, but Jennie received no special treatment from him or anyone. Of course, she was about to receive some special treatment from Jeremy.

Quickly, he undressed her, undressed himself.

And then Jennie was on her knees in front of him. "Stuff that prick into my mouth, Jeremy!" the naked, wriggling waitress giggled. "I want to taste that stiff rod of yours. It looks so damned delicious!"

Jeremy needed no further urging. He was rock hard and ready. It was time Jennie got what was coming to her. She squealed with delight as he ran a hand up and down the length of his dick.

"Suck it!" he rasped. "Suck it until its dry! Then suck it some more."

He ignored the bed, preferring the plush carpeting, sighing with lusty contentment as Jennie scooted her curvaceous body next to his. Her long, slender fingers circled his prick, sliding slowly, sensually up and down its length.

"Oh, baby, suck it!" he repeated. "I want to feel those red, ruby lips on my meat!"

"My pleasure, Jeremy!" Eagerly, Jennie leaned over, the tips of her luscious tits brushing his thighs. Her mouth closed over the hard dick. Up and down, in and out she sucked the throbbing cock. Faster and faster she pumped him.

"Oh, that's it! That's it!" Jeremy moaned. "Don't stop! Don't stop 'til I come."

Her fingers toyed gently with his taut balls, squeezing, kneading, fondling. She sensed the muscles of his belly stiffen. She was getting him close now, damned close. She couldn't wait to taste the creamy liquid of his jism. Faster, faster she pumped him.

"Bring your cunt over to my mouth," he rasped. "I want to do the same to you that you're doing to me."

He stuck his face in her gash, pleased to discover she was already dripping wet. Her cunt muscles tightened, as his tongue probed the honey slit. She was going to drown him when it happened.

Jennie pumped ever faster on the thickened prick. Her own mind was no longer doing it consciously. She was going purely on instinct now, as her lust swept her away in a tide of passionate fury. She couldn't believe how wonderful he was making her feel simply by using his tongue on her cunt. Any second now she was going to cream all over his face.

Jeremy felt the thunder beginning in his balls. The explosion was set in motion now. Nothing could stop it. He didn't want anything to stop it!

"Come, Jeremy!" she shrieked, sucking him harder and faster than ever.

"Come with me, lover!" he shouted. "I want to feel your cream all over my face."

He could feel his load shooting into her mouth. Her own orgasm followed at once.

"Swallow it all, baby!" he cried. "Don't miss a drop!" He shot spurt after spurt into her gulping mouth. At the same time he couldn't lick fast enough to keep up with the pace of her spewing cunt. He licked and lapped and swallowed as fast as humanly possible, and still her cream kept coming.

"Damn, you are the best!" Jennie sobbed. "The fucking best!"

He groaned happily as she continued to lap up his jism. This was precisely what the doctor ordered after his ulcer-starting encounter with Dallas this morning. And if he had his way, he was about to have the prescription re-filled.

"Jennie, baby," he grinned, "bring me those juicy tits of yours. I've got another hour before I have to be back on duty."

"An hour!" she cried. "With you an hour can spread into forever. You're so good, Jeremy. So damned good." Giggling hysterically, Jennie slammed her firm ripe mounds into his mouth.

For the moment Dallas Marshall and the turmoil she'd brought into his life faded. But somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew that once he faced her again, it would start all over. It would never be finished, couldn't be finished, until he won the wager and found his way into her bed.