Silver Bastard (Silver Valley #1)(52)
Author: Joanna Wylde

Puck gave a laugh.

“You sure like the word ‘fuck’ a lot, don’t you?”

“It’s a good word.”

“Well, let me put it like this.” He said. “I’ve fucked a lot of women—in the end, every pussy is pretty much the same. You’re not the same, though. You’re special and I’m not a kid who can’t go ten minutes without getting my dick wet. I’m ready for more than sex.”

“Since when?”

A strange look came over his face.

“This morning,” he replied. “Couple hours ago.”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” I insisted. Puck laughed again, then flopped on his back, catching me and carrying me with him.

“Life doesn’t make sense, Becs. You just gotta roll with it.”

“I said don’t call me that.”

“I’ll make you a deal. Admit we’re a couple and I’ll start calling you Becca.”

I frowned, trapped.

“That’s what I thought. Becs. Now get your clothes on and let’s make a picnic lunch. I want to take you for a ride.”

PUCK

An hour later, Becca stood at the end of the second highest rock ledge, staring down into the water. I’d taken her up along the north fork of the Coeur d’Alene River, savoring the feel of her arms wrapped tight around my stomach and her boobs pressed into my back the entire time. Now we were at the Big Rock, which was exactly what it sounded like—a giant granite rock formation sticking out and over the water.

“I can’t believe how clear it is,” she said, her voice hardly more than a whisper. I followed her gaze. Below us was a deep, wide pool of utterly clear water. I could see every colored rock littering the bottom. A fish swam by lazily, completely unaware of the danger hovering above.

Still couldn’t believe she was really here, that we’d finally managed to cut through the bullshit and get together. Okay, so she wasn’t totally on board yet, but she would be. She wasn’t the kind of girl to fuck around, despite her history. Maybe because of it.

Christ, just being with her made me feel good.

“Wait until you jump off,” I told her. “It’s cold but it fucking kicks ass, too. Makes your heart pound. Total adrenaline rush. Can’t believe you’ve never been here before.”

Becca looked up at me, delight written all over her face.

“I can’t believe it, either,” she said. “If I find out Danielle kept this from me, I’ll strangle her.”

“She’s got to know about it,” I told her. “Every kid who grows up around here comes and parties at this place. It’s a thing.”

I pointed behind us toward the graffiti covering one of the rocks, declaring that the class of 2002 would rule the world.

Wonder how that worked out for them?

I wouldn’t know—I’d never graduated from high school. Got my GED in juvie, though. So far it hadn’t held me back. Of course, the Bastards tended not to worry too much about diplomas. They were more interested in the fact that I’d turned down three different plea bargains.

“I’m just surprised there aren’t more people here,” I continued. “On a Sunday afternoon this place should be packed.”

“I think you scared them off with your bike,” Becca said, her voice dry. “Or it might have been the way you growled at them.”

I laughed, because she made a good point. There’d been a group of teens here when we first pulled up, but they’d disappeared fast enough when they saw my colors. That worked out well for me, because I’d been dreaming about Becca naked and swimming around in that water for a long time now. Speaking of . . .

“Okay, strip down,” I told her, reaching for my shirt. I had it up and over my head, then I caught her staring at me. Not a “you’re incredibly sexy” stare, but a “what the fuck are you thinking?” stare.

“What?”

“You want to go skinny-dipping?” she asked, her voice a startled squeak.

“Water’s cold, Becca. You jump in wearing your clothes, you’ll freeze your ass off on the ride home. Strip down.”

“What if someone comes?”

I shrugged.

“You’re gorgeous, babe, but you don’t have anything new to this world. You’ve got the same parts as everyone else, so I doubt they’ll be too shocked.”

She blushed, which was cute. Funny, too, given she’d grown up around bikers. We weren’t exactly a shy people. I reached for my boots, pulling them off and then shoving down my pants. My dick was hard again, which was impressive considering I’d already fucked her twice that afternoon—once on her bed and once up against the kitchen wall halfway through making lunch. For some reason I’d expected the second time to be slower, less urgent, but seeing her naked just set me off. Couldn’t be helped.

“Okay,” Becca said, giggling and glancing around. She didn’t need to worry. We were on the old river road, well back from the main route to Callup. The only signs of civilization were some old bridge girders peeking out from above the trees in the distance.

Then Becca pulled her shirt off and I forgot all about swimming.

Damn, but she had nice tits. All round and perky, with tight pink nipples that just really, really needed to be sucked on for a while. I reached for her, but she darted away and suddenly we were in a race to get off our clothes.

We weren’t on the highest section of the rock, but we were high enough that when Becca turned and jumped off without a hint of hesitation, it surprised me. I watched as she cannonballed into the water, then kicked her way up and popped out, gasping and laughing.

“Oh my God, it’s so fucking cold!” she shouted. “You didn’t warn me. It’s colder than the regular river.”

“It’s deep and in the shade,” I yelled back, grinning. Then I dove in, flooded with exhilaration. I sliced through the icy cold water. I surfaced a good ten feet from her and lunged.

I wanted to feel those tight nipples all slippery and wet.

Becca laughed and splashed at me, then my arms caught her and pulled her tight into my body, our slick bodies sliding and rubbing against each other.

“It’s really, really fucking cold,” she whispered. “But it gets better after you start to go numb.”

She had a point—I couldn’t even feel my dick and I had a feeling my balls had crawled right up into my body.

“You know, I’d love to fuck you in the water, but I’m not sure it’s happening,” I admitted. She giggled, then leaned forward and kissed me. I savored the sensation. Even with my dick out of commission, this was the best date I’d ever had. And yeah, it was a date. I didn’t even care. I’d been a complete fucking idiot to wait this long.