Big, Blooming & Wild: Man-grove - BBW Paranormal Erotic Romance
Lily Atkins can’t believe she’d been guilt tripped into taking care of her much younger sisters again. Nor can she believe that they convinced her to take them and fourteen of their closest friends on a canoeing trip down the Loxahatchee River. What sounded like a reasonably bad idea at the time turned into one of the biggest mistakes of her life. The twits left her in the middle of the wilderness and ran off with all of the canoes and her purse! She’ll kill them, just as soon as she figured out how to get back to civilization.
Trace Lagun knows something’s up the minute the all-girl group returns. Their curvy, quirky chaperone is nowhere to be seen. After confronting the girls, he heads upriver, anxious to “rescue” the damsel in distress. Maybe she’ll be so grateful she’ll open her petals for him. He’s been post-pollisexation for so long, he beginning to wonder if he’ll ever find his mate, but a few off-the-wall words and looks exchanged between them and he can’t wait to spend some time alone with the beautiful Lily.
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Excerpt #1
Green things were touching her. No, not just green things, brown things too. Icky, slimy, dirty things. Never again. Never again could the little brats charm her with pleas of, “Sissy, we wanna…” Ungrateful, noisy, obnoxious little shits!
Lily squatted a little lower, eyes trained on the foliage in front of her as she struggled with holding her khaki shorts out of the way. Thank God she’d gone for the loose fitting, comfortable clothes instead of what she’d look best in. After being dumped in the river more times than she cared to count, her appearance no longer mattered. What mattered was emptying her bladder and getting the damned kids with their evil friends back home without maiming them first.
She tugged the material of her shorts further forward and willed her body to relax. Just pee, damn you! For some reason, her bladder didn’t like letting go in the wild any better than her brain did. To top it off, no matter where she moved, things touched her.
Just as she’d managed to release a few drops, something slid across her left ass cheek and dipped into her crack. She straightened with a squeal and fell face first into the mud surrounding a nearby mangrove tree.
Now, covered from head to toe in mud with a full bladder and surrounded by bushes that couldn’t seem to keep their leaves to themselves, she knew her day couldn’t get any worse. Fuck it. She’d pee when they got back to Can You? Canoe Rental or when another one of Rose and Violet’s friends decided to dump her fat ass in the river. Again. Somehow the sneaky teenaged bastards managed to flip her into the water with ease, while remaining in the canoes, high and dry.
Sure. Taking her much younger sisters and a few friends out for a day of canoeing sounded like fun. Sounded — past tense. Two teenagers who happened to be sisters, both together? A recipe for trouble. Fifteen teenagers? Fucking disaster. Lily was too old for this shit. It wasn’t her problem good ole dad couldn’t hold on to a wife, and when he landed a new one they seemed to be younger than the last. At least with this one, he’d been with her a while and had fathered two of the fifteen brats on the riverbank.
Being one of eight from her father’s four different marriages, Lily had become used to the differences in her siblings’ ages. Only Rose and Violet were born close enough together and from the same mother, which led them to become thick as thieves and just as sneaky.
Hoisting herself off the ground, Lily rolled to her knees. Using a nearby tree to help her balance, she stood, wobbling and fighting the constricting hold of her shorts still pooled around her ankles. She bent to tug them up her legs and a cool smooth leaf stroked her lower back and patted her right cheek with a soft slap. She didn’t even bother screaming in outrage or jerking away. She slid her bathing suit bottoms and shorts over her hips to cover her ass and whirled on the offending foliage.
She gripped the leaf and attached branch. She was close to snapping the stupid thing in two when suddenly the eerie quiet washed over her. Quiet. Too quiet. There were no screams, giggles or curses floating on the air. Nothing but the soft gurgle of the river sliding by and the wind flitting through the trees reached her ears.
Lily dropped the errant branch and took a step toward the river. She couldn’t see the murky waters from her position deep in the trees, but she followed the same path she’d taken before.
Gingerly, she stepped around bushes, branches and the weird, gangly roots of the mangrove trees. With every step she took, her heart rate increased. By the time she felt soft, shifting sand beneath her feet, it felt as if her heart would burst from her chest at any moment until… Finally she broke through the last bits of vegetation, eyes wide in shock. The bitches had left her. Fucking left her.
She loved them. She truly did. But right now, she didn’t like them all that much. Right now, she wished she’d disobeyed their father when the girls were growing up and whacked them on the rear end a time or ten. Instead, everyone had bowed to his wife’s wishes and put them in time-out. And where did time-out get Lily? Stranded on a beach in the middle of the Loxahatchee River with no sunscreen, no food, no phone… nothing. She had the clothes she wore and an entire forest of frisky foliage. Lord, not only had she lost her sisters and their thirteen friends, she’d lost her mind too. And to top it all off, she still had to pee.
Lily took a deep, cleansing breath. Someone would be by and they’d let her crawl into their canoe, and eventually she’d get back to Can You? Canoe Rental and the girls and she’d kill them. Good thing they were on the river, it would wash the blood away.
Then the owner’s words echoed through her mind. “You’re the only group hitting the river today. We’ve got a nasty storm that’s supposed to blow through this afternoon. I know you’ve signed up for the half-day trip, but try to make sure you’re back here by two. It’ll get nasty after that.”
Of course, as he’d gone through his spiel about safety and the weather and blah, blah, blah, Lily had been staring at the man like he was the last piece of chocolate cake on Earth. And she was hungry for some chocolate. Then her ears had perked up when she’d heard the word “nasty.” Figured he wasn’t talking about doing “the nasty” but just focusing on the weather.
Well, nothing she could do about being stranded now beyond making sure she got out of this on her own. With no one else traveling the river, it was up to Lily to get her own butt back to civilization. She slid out of her flip-flops and threaded them onto one of her arms. She’d need shoes to chase the girls down once she got back to Can You? No sense in leaving them on the little beach to be eaten by some animal.
She strode into the water, stopping when the cool fluid lapped her knees. She could do this. Yes, things lived in the water just like they lived in the forest, but she’d never get back if she didn’t take some initiative. The girls would probably high-tail it home, giggling over the newest prank they’d pulled on Sissy and not say a word until later tonight.
Decision made, she took another step into the water when a movement twenty feet away caught her eye. Slick as silk, the creature slithered through the current. It didn’t appear to have any true destination in mind, but its eyes… its eyes were on her.
No way in fucking hell was she getting in a river with a damned ‘gator.
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Excerpt #2
The first time he swung her into his arms, she squealed like a pig, but by the time an hour had passed and he’d lifted her at least five more times, she became accustomed to his hold. The man had muscles, that was for sure. Hell, his muscles had muscles. He didn’t grunt or appear strained each time he lifted her, so she relaxed and let him do as he would. It kept her feet clean and gave her a chance to get her hands on the man. Win-win.
After what seemed like hours, but couldn’t have been more than one, they entered a clearing. The rain still pelted them from head to toe, but relief was in sight. They crossed the mud-filled yard and she jogged up the front steps to the porch, thankful for the overhang.
While at first the rain had eased her throbbing skin, it had become bothersome. Instead of dissipating her anger, each splatter pricked her temper even more. She wouldn’t be burned if it wasn’t for Ro and Vi. She also wouldn’t be tired and achy. Or exhausted. Or soaked to the skin. Or covered in mud from the knees down. Or, or, or, or…
She also wouldn’t be locked in a cabin, alone, for an entire night with a walking wet dream. Okay, Trace’s presence did cancel out quite a few of her complaints, but she’d still be having a conversation with her sisters and their parents as soon as she got back to civilization.
Lily wiped the rainwater from her arms as she waited for Trace to open the door. She followed him through the doorway once he stepped inside and kicked off her flip-flops. “If you’ll hunt up a wet towel, I’ll wipe my feet…”
“No need.”
And there wasn’t. He scooped her into his arms after kicking off his shoes and padded through the darkened cabin. He squeezed through the bathroom door, and deposited her on the counter. She sat there stunned. The man seemed to have endless energy. Sitting on the counter as she was, she couldn’t help but stare at Trace as he dug through the linen closet. Chiseled muscle on top of chiseled muscle covered his chest. As her gaze drifted lower she was rewarded with… Oh hellooooooo, Sir!
The man had a raging hard-on. Like — Hard. On. While cold rainwater would diminish desire in most men, it definitely didn’t do that to Trace. His cock, hard, long and thick, strained against the soaked fabric of his khaki shorts. When he turned his attention back to her she swung her gaze to the opposite wall, pretending to be interested in the wallpaper.
“See something you like?”
She swallowed past the lump in her throat and squeezed her legs together. It’s getting a little hot in here. “Uh, yeah. I really need the name of your decorator. I love the wallpaper.” She squeaked the last word as Trace reached around her to lay the towels on the toilet.
“Wallpaper, huh?” She nodded. “Well, damn, and here I thought you might be staring at me. I guess I’ll just have to try a little harder if I can’t compete with thirty-year-old wallpaper.”
He nudged her thigh with his erection and she squeaked again. Men did not get that way around Lily. Smiley, happy, and laughing at her jokes? Yes. Hard? No. She wouldn’t say it had never happened, she wasn’t a virgin, but it definitely hadn’t ever happened with a man built like Trace.
He left her with a parting smile and brief instructions on how to use the shower since the taps were backward. Hot was cold and cold was hot. She remained on her perch until the door closed, muscles tense as she waited for any other innuendo. He didn’t say anything else suggestive, but his dick remained hard and at attention the entire time.
Well, what the hell was she going to do now?
Duh, shower, idiot.
Lily peeled her rain-soaked clothing from her body and dumped the dripping pile of mud-stained cloth into the sink. She’d worry about what to wear after she was clean.
After tweaking the temperature of the water to a nice soothing warmth, she stepped beneath the spray and froze, pain singeing her nerve endings. The pain radiated from the burnt surface of her skin outward and she quickly twisted the knobs of the shower, cooling the water substantially. As the chilled water sluiced over her abused skin, it seemed to ease the aching pain.
She soaked her entire body, luxuriating in the soothing effects as she washed herself from head to toe. Before today, she never would have thought a cold shower could be soothing. But as hot as her skin felt to the touch, the cool water did just that.
Clean, Lily took stock of her body’s condition. Burns covered her shoulders, chest and arms as well as her legs, but everywhere else remained blessedly pale. At least only parts of her would be in serious pain come morning.
She weighed her breasts in her hands. The plump flesh more than filled her palms and she tweaked her nipples. More than once she’d thought she caught Trace staring, but had shaken the feeling off. Now that she’d seen evidence of his arousal, maybe he had been staring. Mmm…
Lily abandoned her right breast and trailed her fingers over the roundness of her stomach to pet the juncture of her thighs. She stroked the tiny patch of hair gently before sifting through her labia. With unerring accuracy, she found her clit. Years of masturbating made it easy for a gal. Pinching her left nipple between her thumb and forefinger of her left hand, Lily circled her clit with the forefinger on her right. Round and round she goes…
Round and round she did go. Over and again she circled the tiny nubbin until it stood hard beneath her teasing finger. The entire time she imagined Trace’s hands on her, teasing and tormenting her as she lay before him.
Lily widened her stance, exposing more of her aching pussy as she traced tiny circles around her clit. Her cunt clenched and spasmed as her climax approached. She pinched and tugged on her nipple harder, enjoying the tiny bite of pain that accompanied her arousal.
Breathing heavily, she continued her climb. So close… Any second now she’d come, hard and fast, and she prayed it would take the edge off and allow her to relax a little.
Any…
Second…
A banging on the bathroom door broke her rhythm and her orgasm danced out of reach. “You okay, Lily? Didn’t pass out on me, did you?”
“Fuck,” she cursed under her breath. “Nope, I’m just fine. I’ll be out in two seconds.” Lily rinsed her hands in the cool water and willed her racing heart to calm. There goes any chance of the big “O” tonight.
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