Kidnappping Casey

  His tongue slid out of her slowly as small growls came from him. Casey realized her eyes were shut. He slid up her body, moving between her spread legs. His hot, muscled frame pinned her smaller one under his as he settled down on her. She knew he was careful to not crush her under his heavier weight, since she could easily breathe. One of his hands gripped her calf, pushing it up so her heel was level with his hip. When she looked at him, blue eyes seem to glow right into her soul.

  The rounded tip of his cock pressed against her pussy as he entered her. Casey moaned as she felt him pushing inside her body. He was thick and she knew the head of his shaft was thicker than anything she’d ever taken. There was resistance as her body tried to fit him. He kept sinking into her slowly, burying himself deep into her until she felt stretched to the limit. Their eyes were locked together.

  The man growled softly at her and the sound was sexy to Casey. He started to move, withdrawing a few inches only to push slowly back into her. She experienced new, wonderful sensations as he filled her. Her muscles still quivered inside from her climax. She didn’t think. She released his bedroll to wrap her arms around his neck.

  Casey couldn’t look away from him. He was almost beautiful, as pleasure etched his features, his mouth slightly parted as his passion-filled gaze fell to her lips. She knew he wanted to kiss her. She leaned up to offer him her mouth. She hoped those sharp teeth of his wouldn’t hurt her. When their lips met, she closed her eyes.

  Almost savagely he dominated her mouth. She met his kiss and matched his passion. He moved faster inside her and with more force, the sensations making her moan. She loved the way he took possession of her with his full lips locked over hers, his tongue imitating the motion of him fucking her. It was sensory overload as his hips pounded in and out of her in rhythm with his kiss.

  She tore her mouth away from his as another climax hit her. Pleasure tore through her body, her fingernails digging into his back as her hips jerked violently under his. She felt him tense, his body going rigid, before he drove deeper into her. His movements became frantic. His cock throbbed against her vaginal walls as he came with a roar. She felt him pulsing inside, his semen spilling into her.

  He buried his face in her neck as he growled softly, saying something she couldn’t understand. They were both breathing hard and sweat trickled between their bodies. She felt his heart pounding against her breast. Casey remembered that her nails were digging into the flesh on his back so she eased her grip. The man on top of her lifted his head.

  Long hair fell around them like a curtain, making the moment just a little more intimate. Their gazes met and locked. Casey stared at him in wonder. She suddenly remembered a song about wanting to be fucked like an animal. She just had been and it had been the best damn sex she’d ever had in her life.

  “I wish I knew your name,” was all she could think of to say.

  She almost had the urge to thank him for what he’d done. Her body felt more sated than it ever had been. She had zero urge to have him move off her. She just wanted to stay this way, with him pinning her under his hot body, with his cock still buried deep inside her. Having him on top of her felt right, like he belonged there, a perfect fit of their bodies together.

  A small smile played at his lips. He winked at her. Pushing up off her chest, he braced his weight with one hand while he touched her breast with his other, cupping the entire globe in his large hand. A rough-textured, calloused palm slid over her tender skin, the sensation pleasant enough that she pressed against that hand seeking more. He released her before gripping his chest over his heart. A soft, sexy growl rumbled from him. He cupped her breast again and then his chest. She stared at him, wondering what he was trying to say.

  “Breast to breast?”

  Chuckling, he shook his head. Amusement lit his already-bright eyes. He lowered his body back on top of Casey to pin her there firmly. They admired each other for a long time. His smile faded slowly as he lowered his head. His lips brushed hers softly. Casey shut her eyes to kiss him back. This time they weren’t two frantically turned-on people coming together. This kiss was tender and long. He was exploring her mouth, learning her, and to Casey it felt like he was teasing. While he had possession of her lips he started to move inside her again.

  Astonishment hit Casey, but so did desire. His cock was still rock hard. She knew he’d come, she’d felt him. He recovered way too fast to be human, just another reminder to her how not normal he was. She didn’t even want to think about the no-condom thing. Maybe he couldn’t carry sexual diseases. She wasn’t worried about pregnancy either. She’d worked for a veterinarian for two years before she’d started bartending school to make more money. Different species couldn’t breed. She was fully human and he was something else entirely. They were cats and dogs pretty much, she told herself. They might be sexually compatible but they sure couldn’t make a litter together.

  He broke away from her mouth. She missed his kiss instantly but she changed her mind rapidly as he went for her neck and the skin on the top of her shoulder. Sharp teeth raked her flesh. It was an erotic sensation that drew her desire to a higher level. He could hurt her with those teeth but instead he was gently scraping along her skin.

  Her gut instincts assured her she was safe with him. He moved faster on her, deeper, driving her desire up again. She raked her fingernails along his back and shoulders where she could reach while she lifted her legs higher, wrapping them tightly around his waist. Her heels pressed into his firm, muscular ass. Strong muscles there worked, tightening, as he slowly fucked her.

  “Oh God,” she moaned. “Faster, please. I like it fast.”

  He growled before he drove into her the way she wanted. Casey moaned, quaking under him. He was a powerhouse of sex. She pushed that thought away to just feel. Sharp teeth nipped her shoulder hard enough to bring her a flash of pain. It shocked her but didn’t really hurt. He hadn’t pierced her skin. It did excite her body into a climax, pleasure thrummed through her as she cried out. The large man groaned deeply next to her ear. She felt him throb, her muscles milking his cock as he emptied himself deep inside her again.

  They both stilled except for their heavy breathing. Casey felt shocked by her responses to him. Minutes passed before he slowly withdrew from her body. She opened her eyes to see regret shining in those strangely beautiful blue eyes. He pushed up away from her upper body. Casey released his hips, unwrapping her legs from around him.

  They shook from the workout she’d gotten physically. She was almost afraid of falling asleep as he sat down between her thighs. He sat back on his heels with his eyes locked with hers again. She wondered why he looked regretful. He couldn’t be regretting the sex, could he? She hoped not, because they’d done it twice and it had been amazing.

  Touching his chest, he pointed to hers. His mouth curved upward. He had a sexy smile. Casey bit her lip as she eased up carefully, using her hands to brace her weight. She couldn’t close her thighs with him sitting between them but she did move back a few inches so there was a little distance between his knees and her exposed pussy. She sat up straighter to stare at him on a more equal level.

  “I wish I understood you.” She touched her chest. “I’m Casey Santhrom. I live in a house close to here. I own this.” She waved her hands at the cave. “I own the land.” Her hands dropped as she studied him. He was watching her intently.

  “You can understand me, right?”

  He nodded slowly with a smile.

  She smiled back. “You really can’t say words?”

  He shook his head. A soft growl came from his parted lips.

  “Okay. Can you write to me to tell me your name?”

  Amusement lit his eyes. His lips twitched. He shook his head.

  Disappointment hit her. She was hoping he could spell words out to her in the loose dirt floor of the cave. They could have communicated that way. Studying his features, she realized he looked human with animal characteristics. A grim thought hit her.

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nbsp; “Shit. Some asshole doctor did this to you, didn’t he? Is that what happened to you to make you so different? Was some geneticist experimenting on you? Did you escape some laboratory? God. That shit is illegal. We’ll get you help.” Her eyes flashed up and down his body. “We won’t let them get away with this. They’ve obviously been experimenting on you with some forms of animal DNA.”

  The grin widened as he shook his head.

  “No? I’m not right?” The blood drained from her face. Fear inched up her spine. Her eyes ran over him again. A local legend she’d heard growing up hit her hard. “Oh shit. I know what you are.”

  A black eyebrow arched. His eyes sparkled as he grinned wider at her. Amusement was evident on his face as he silently watched her. She was glad he was amused. She wasn’t.

  “You’re a Bigfoot. I heard they were furry but you’re only hairy with your long hair and your chest. A few of them were supposedly spotted in this area back in the sixties and seventies. That obviously wasn’t you. You are too young. Maybe it was your parents. Are you a Bigfoot?”

  His body shifted so he sat down on his ass on the bottom end of the bedding. He showed her his bare feet. He had really large ones. She swallowed.

  “Big hands, big feet…” Her eyes darted to his spread thighs. He was still semi-erect there. “Big everything. Hot damn. You’re a Bigfoot. Wow. This is so cool. You really do exist and…”

  He laughed and Casey smiled back. She wondered how he’d learned to understand English, but she could guess. He’d lived in the woods all of his life and people were always around. He must have watched and learned to understand them. She studied his features. He looked like he was in his mid thirties. He was smart—she just knew that about him. He had intelligent eyes. He probably didn’t let the world know about him because they would have made his life a circus, between people wanting to gawk at him, the media wanting to exploit him and doctors who would probably die for a chance to get him into a hospital to study him nearly to death.

  “So are there any Bigfoot women nearby?”

  He shook his head. The twinkle left his eyes. Casey mourned the loss almost immediately. The guy was cute as hell when he was amused. When not amused he looked intimidating with his intense stare. She didn’t feel fear after they’d shared sex. He’d saved her from Ben and Greg too. She sensed he was no danger to her.

  Casey realized he must have moved to the cave recently. He sure hadn’t lived there last summer when she’d been in it. He probably lived like a nomad, traveling around in thick wooded areas so he wasn’t detected. She wondered if he’d even been in a house before. Did he know what a television was? Modern plumbing? Sadness hit her. To live the way he did must be hard. She swallowed the lump in her throat.

  “You can come home with me. I live in a remote area.” She locked eyes with his. “I live alone. You’d be safe there. I work. I don’t have much time for friends anymore so no one will bother us.”

  A soft growl rumbled from him. He pointed to the falling water. Casey nodded, following his finger, and met his gaze. She was pretty sure he wanted to know what had happened out there.

  “I don’t know if you’ll understand all of this, but I dated this guy. He slept with another woman six months ago. I caught him with his pants down literally. I broke it off with him. Now the woman he cheated on me with just broke it off with him so he is trying to get me back. Last year he was elected sheriff. He sent those two goons who work for him to my place to get me. He thinks if he can force me to be with him, that I’ll take him back. Don’t worry. I’ll handle him somehow and get him to leave me alone. That way those men won’t be back. You should come live with me. I have modern technology. You would like television and hot showers. You won’t have to hunt for your food anymore. I can buy it at the grocery store. I’m a bartender. I don’t have a lot of money but I make good tips and get by just fine. I can afford to feed you as long as you don’t eat a ton of food.”

  Laughing, he looked down his body. His eyes rose to lock with hers.

  She raked her gaze up and down him, laughing. “Okay. You’re big. We can supplement a little with some hunting. I own a lot of land. I can skin a rabbit and I make a great stew. It’s also good on the grill. We have a river to fish from. You don’t have to live like this anymore. I can protect you and teach you how to read and write. That way you can talk to me.”

  Those incredible eyes looked highly amused again. She wondered what entertained him so much. He rose to his feet to walk to the backpack to open it. She saw a small device that he palmed in his hand. Walking back to her, he sat down cross-legged on the bedding and showed the small object to her. It was the size of a pack of cigarettes, all black, with a few buttons on it. She frowned as she wondered what it was. She’d never seen anything like it.

  He pushed a button and growled. He chuckled, staring at her, watching every move Casey made as she looked at the small box on his palm. Something growled back from it. Startled, she jumped and then laughed at herself. It had to be one of those minirecorders that repeated what someone said. She’d seen some before, but none like the one he held. He pushed the button to growl again. He released the button. The box growled back. Casey smiled at him as her eyes left the box. He liked toys.

  “I can buy you some way better ones than that. Wait until I get you hooked on music.”

  Biting his lip, he slowly stood up. He walked to the edge of the cave to peer out through the thick curtain of water falling from above them to the river flow below. He turned to look at her. Casey watched him. She was hoping that he was debating the idea of living with her. She didn’t want him to live like he was. She wanted to keep him.

  Guilt ate at her for that thought. He wasn’t a stray pet that she could take home to put a collar on. Her gaze ran down his muscular, sexy body. No, he definitely wasn’t a pet. She wanted to keep him, but it wasn’t in a put-a-collar-on-him way. Not unless that collar came with some handcuffs to tie him down to her bed so she could lick his body and play fun sex games.

  He walked to the backpack again. He opened it to withdraw dry clothes. She watched him. The material was like his other outfit, a black leatherlike material. Someone had made those clothes for him. Her heart squeezed in her chest. Was there another woman like her out there who had made him those? Did he make a habit of saving strange women in the woods and making love to them? Was that how he got the toy and the outfits? Why wasn’t he still with whatever woman he’d been with? Casey wouldn’t let him go easily if she got him to go home with her. She’d want to keep him for as long as she could.

  After dressing, he put on his wet boots again. His eyes finally turned to her. Bending down, he removed another set of clothes. He walked slowly to her, holding out the shirt and pants. She hesitated before climbing to her feet. She closed her fingers around the outfit. He backed up a few feet when he released them.

  “I don’t think these will fit me but they are dry. I’ll try. Thank you. They are cool. I’ve never felt or seen material like this. It looks like leather but it’s softer.”

  He was grinning at her again. Giving him her back, she dropped the pants on his bedding to try to figure out the shirt. She put it on her body only to discover Velcro-like fasteners instead of buttons on the inside seams of the front of the shirt. The garment was baggy as hell on her but at least she didn’t have to worry about him seeing her bra-free breasts flopping around under his shirt. It was that baggy. She had to roll the sleeves to find her hands.

  As she bent over he growled from behind her. She grinned as she turned her head. He was staring at her ass peeking out from the bottom of the shirt at him.

  “An ass man, huh? I thought you wanted me to get dressed.”

  His eyes tore away from her exposed curves. He nodded.

  Regret flooded her. The idea of doing it doggy-style with him turned her on. She bet he was good at that. Guilt ate at her again. Just because he had some animal-like features didn’t mean he liked to fuck like one. She bit her lip as s
he tore her gaze from his.

  She opened the pants to step into them. They were way too long for her, realizing how tall his legs were judging by the extra material pooled at her feet. When she tried to fasten the pants she discovered another dilemma when they sagged at her. All she could think to do was roll the pant legs at her ankles to not step on them. She had no clue about what to do with the looseness around her waist so she held them up with her hand.

  He was there crouched in front of her, before she saw him coming. He grinned, showing his sharp teeth, as he studied the problem. He rolled the top of the waist down a few times so it thickened around her hips and kept them in place. He studied his handiwork before he lifted his head, their gazes meeting.

  Chapter Three

  For the first time in her life Casey felt like a sex addict. Naughty thoughts inundated her mind as she stared into his incredibly blue eyes. His masculine scent teased her nose. Just being near him made her hot and yearn for him to strip her naked again to repeat what they’d done together on his bedding. She saw his nose flare as he sniffed at her, his eyes growing hungry as he stared at the V of her thighs. It was clear he could scent her arousal. His hands released her though, leaving her hips as he stood. He grabbed the backpack, shutting it, and hooked it over his shoulder as he moved closer to her.

  It almost dazed her at how tall he was as she tilted her chin up to look at him. When both of them were lying down he hadn’t seemed a good foot taller than she was. She felt tiny compared to the big boned, muscular male. Sexual attraction sparked between them like electricity. His lips parted as he softly growled at her in that sexy way of his.

  “I don’t know why, but damn, do you turn me on.” She flushed when she realized she’d said that out loud.