Melting the Minerals Page 5

  "I was going to catalogue some of my uncle's finds to date, look over some survey maps, and draw up tentative schedules on future projects in this area. By the time the snow melted, I wanted to be out in the field with Uncle Ron.” She leaned into him. “I don't have any other family. I wanted my being here to be a surprise. He knew I was coming, but not quite so soon. This is the first time since I got my doctorate that I'll be able to work with him on an equally professional level. Uncle Ron put me through college, and this is all I've wanted my whole life. Just to work right alongside him and get my hands dirty."

  "Even in a small, boring place like Cedar Ridge?"

  She looked up at him. “Trey, we go where the geology and the bones lead us. I don't think you'll find anyone in our profession is digging in downtown Moose Jaw."

  He laughed. “I guess not."

  She finished buttoning the shirt. “Okay, all that having been said, if you didn't leave any hot water, I won't make you pancakes."

  "You cook? And we call ‘em flapjacks up here."

  "I can even spell pancake. And that's what I call them in the States,” she shot back and grinned. Then she pushed him aside and grabbed up the rest of her clothing. “If you've got the stuff, I'll make breakfast. But remember, that's only if you left me hot water. If you didn't, I make you zilch, nada, nothing, zero."

  She half-trotted up the stairs and entered his bedroom.

  Trey looked at the box of condoms on the floor. “Thanks, Susan. You just did me the biggest favour of my life,” he muttered.

  After straightening the living room and discarding the used condom he found among the blankets, Trey wandered into the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee to perk. The pipes for the shower groaned as they always had when the faucets were opened.

  He put plates on the table. Too late, he thought of taking another shower, but this time with Devin. Grinning bawdily at the things he could do to her with a bar of soap, he reasoned that neither of them was going anywhere soon. Therefore, the shower could wait.

  The snow had stopped for now, but it stood waist high, and more was supposedly on the way. With additional erotic ideas coming to mind, Trey began to whistle and tried to keep his mind on his chores and off the erection in his jeans. This he did with difficulty. No woman had ever turned him on so fiercely as Devin Wallace. And no woman of his acquaintance had ever responded with such a passionate resolve that he wanted to think of new, exciting things to try.

  Upstairs, Devin dried her body and considered putting on the rest of her clothing. But just as quickly as that thought came to mind, she readily disregarded it. Waving a dismissive hand at the neatly folded clothing she'd placed on the bedroom chair, she quietly muttered, “Don't want it and won't need it for a while, if I get my way.” She wickedly rubbed her hands together.

  Parts of her anatomy were sore, but it was a delicious kind of ache. And she wanted more. She still had a visual of Trey's strong body as he plunged into her over and over. Those broad shoulders, that tight butt and muscular thighs were all too addictive. His rock-hard body was something she craved as much as she would any drug. And like a junky, she intended to take as much of that drug while the getting was good.

  She was about to leave the room when a thought struck her. The crystal quartz was still lying on the coffee table downstairs where she'd put it. That reminded her of the rest of Trey's mineral collection and some of her research into the ancient uses of the crystals themselves. That kind of research wasn't academic, but more philosophic, obscure and tending to be dismissed by scholastic circles as a lot of hokum. But it gave her an idea. A very hot idea.

  Devin tapped her lower lip with one index finger and tried not to smile like a New Orleans whore she'd once seen while on vacation. “God, this could be good. Really bad, but in a really good way,” she whispered. She chewed her lower lip and tried to suppress a most wicked smile. “Trey, baby, you won't know what hit you."

  She went to the room where Trey stored his radio and other police equipment, and picked up the glass display case containing his minerals. She began to sing softly. “Look out, Mountie, here I come, doo dah, doo dah. Your cock and I will have such fun, oh, de doo dah day."

  She laughed so hard at her rendering of the old Southern song with new words, it became difficult to keep a straight face when she walked downstairs.

  Trey stared at the mineral case in her arms. “You were serious about wanting to see those rocks on display, weren't you?"

  "The light from the window makes them easier to see. Your bedroom is kind of dark."

  "I could go upstairs, light the fire and brighten it up a bit. Then, after breakfast, we could-uh-check out the minerals or anything else you might...” He let the sentence trail away and gazed longingly at the staircase.

  "I was thinking the same thing."

  "Then let's eat. Quickly."

  Devin laughed again when he reached for everything at once. “I'll cook, Trey. You just sit at the table, drink some coffee or something, and let me get on with this."

  "Okay, have it your way."

  Trey picked up a mug, filled it with coffee, and sat down to watch Devin cook breakfast while flouncing around in his flannel shirt. As she moved around the kitchen, occasionally asking where some ingredient was located, he had about half an hour to look her over. Damn, her legs go on forever. Tall and athletic, she looked exactly like someone who spent a long time outdoors, fishing through dirt for some rock or bone fragment. He found himself wanting to know what made her tick. He wanted to find out all the little secrets that Doctor Wallace hid about herself, and the more intimate, the better. More to the point, he found himself wanting some immediate action, wanted her long, shapely legs wrapped around him again. Or maybe he'd let her take the top this time so he could watch those generous breasts swing when she moved. Yeah, that was the ticket.

  "Trey, you want eggs or sausage?"

  "Huh?"

  "I asked, for the second time, if you wanted eggs or sausage with your pancakes."

  "Yes.” He stared at her legs again, perfectly shaped as far as he could tell.

  Devin pressed her lips together and tried not to laugh at the way he stared at her lower body. “That's not an answer."

  "What?"

  "Third and last time. You said you wanted eggs or sausage. Which?"

  "Both."

  "Okay, coming right up. I'll make this easier and just scramble the eggs."

  She pulled a stool towards her and gracefully propped one leg on a lower rung the way she'd seen a fashion model do in a magazine. The effect seemed to please him. She deliberately let the bottom of his shirt slide up her thigh while pretending not to notice. But he obviously did. His expression grew more hot and intense than she'd ever seen on a man.

  Almost half an hour later, she served the best breakfast she'd ever cooked. Putting her plate on the table beside his, she scooted her chair close to him and reached for the maple syrup. She poured a small amount of the gooey substance on her index finger and slowly licked it off.

  "Mmm, real Canadian maple syrup. Just doesn't get much better. That's always good on pancakes."

  "Flapjacks,” he croaked, watching her licking off more of the syrup.

  Devin continued to eat her pancakes. “Is the food okay?” she innocently asked.

  "Great."

  She was sure he'd never even looked at it. He'd been staring at her so hard she could have put a can of sardines on his plate and he wouldn't have noticed. But that kind of blatant sexual attention now had her so turned on, that she wanted breakfast over as much as he seemed to.

  Trey ate in silence. The area around his zipper grew way too tight. He had a feeling if he unzipped now, his erection would be so hard as to be directly parallel to the floor. His intense staring should have been a warning for her, but she seemed to want this game to continue. He'd finish what she'd started, then Doctor Wallace could be the one who ended up too sexually aroused while he toyed with her. He played it to the hilt and
kept watching as she licked the excess syrup off her lips and sipped her coffee. God, what he wouldn't give for about a gallon of syrup in the master bedroom.

  "Gosh, I'm all through,” she said superciliously. “Why don't I do the dishes? You stay put. I mean, it's the least I can do for the man who saved my life."

  Trey pursed his lips hard to keep from laughing. He watched as she proceeded to wash the plates and the cooking pans. Again, she posed for him using that damned stool. She made him so hot, he could have taken her right on the kitchen counter. He wouldn't have even bothered moving the remains of the sausage or other food that she started putting into the refrigerator.

  "You know, if you keep this up, Miss Geopalaeontologist, you could find yourself not making it upstairs,” he remarked.

  She slowly turned to him, suggestively stroking a length of sausage at the same time. “Oh, no. I want you upstairs in a real bed. But I need you to do just one little favour for me. Okay?” She tossed back her hair and gave him a come-hither look.

  "Whatever you want, wherever you want it,” he solemnly replied.

  "While I finish washing dishes, why don't you go to the mineral case and pick out some of your favourite specimens."

  "Huh?” That wasn't what he'd expected.

  "Pick out some nice ones and I promise you won't be sorry."

  Trey stared at her, dumbstruck. What did she have in mind?

  "Go on, Trey. I'll be there in a few minutes."

  He stood and walked into the living room. He realised she could have told him to go stand nude on the highway and he'd have done it. His heart already beat so hard, it throbbed against the walls of his chest. Just what the hell was the little minx planning?

  When Devin finished cleaning, making sure not one piece of cutlery or a pot needed wiping or washing, she entered the living room. She looked at him as he sat on the sofa.

  "Well? Why are you still sitting here?"

  "I-I ... what did you want me to do?"

  Lord, she loved having this big, beefy man almost mesmerised. He could probably go into a bar and break up a fight with any three men, but all size ten of her had him really messed up mentally. He knew something was going to happen, but asking him to pick out those minerals really had his brain momentarily taxed.

  She leaned over, making sure he could see the cleavage she exposed through the open vee of his shirt. “Pick out some minerals as I asked, then come upstairs."

  Trey ran a shaking hand through his hair. Nothing he and his ex had ever done could remotely compare to this. In fact, no other woman had ever had him so wound up. It suddenly struck him as being completely absurd that anyone would possibly think Devin boring. She might be many things he had yet to discover, but boring was not on that list.

  He put his attention on the minerals and suddenly found himself even hotter. He pulled off the green sweater and spread it on the sofa beside him. After carefully opening the case's glass lid, he took out some of the mineral specimens and placed them on the sweater. He bundled the sweater with the rocks inside and followed Devin up the stairs.

  In the master bedroom, Devin pointed towards the fireplace. “Why don't you light that, while I get ready?"

  She took the bundle containing the minerals from him, pulled an overstuffed chair near one side of the bed, and spread out the sweater. She looked over the minerals and tried not to let tears of mirth spill onto her cheeks. The minerals he'd chosen were not only exactly what she wanted, it was as if some cosmic hand had guided his decision. But he couldn't have possibly known what they meant or what she was about to do.

  After several minutes, Trey had the fire burning brightly. He pulled off his undershirt, tossed it aside and walked towards her. “Okay, Devin. Whatever is going on, you'd better let me in on it. I'm hard as hell and can't wait much longer."

  "You won't have to. Get undressed."

  He wasted no time.

  Devin waited until he stood before her, completely nude. She looked him over and began to feel as if she'd overdone things by a wide margin. Her body ached for his. And all that muscle and flesh stood right there. Just out of reach. But she somehow managed to keep her head, even when his jutting cock looked several inches bigger than any she'd seen.

  "Get into bed,” she ordered.

  Trey lay down on his side and waited. As if to give her back some of her own, he put his hand on his abdomen and began playing with himself.

  She leaned towards him and moved away his hand. “Don't do that."

  He grinned. “Why, what's wrong, honey? You've been getting me like this all morning."

  "You have to wait. Okay?"

  He sighed heavily. “You're the boss. But tell me what the hell you're going to do with those rocks."

  "Not yet."

  He closed his eyes and lay on his back in obvious frustration.

  Devin knew she couldn't play around much longer. He'd be angry and the fun would vanish from the game. She stripped, then sat next to him and stroked his chest.

  Trey opened his eyes. He smiled when he saw her nudity. “God, you're beautiful."

  She put one hand on his left nipple and dragged her fingertips down to the thick curls between his strong legs. “So are you, Mountie. And you'll be glad I did this. You'll see."

  "I'm waiting."

  Devin turned, picked up one of the minerals, a specimen of red and black obsidian, and held it over him. “Just lie still."

  "Where are you going to put that?"

  Trying not to laugh at his concerned expression, Devin lay the obsidian on his chest. “I want to give you a geology lesson. Are you game?"

  "I take it I'm not to move?"

  "You've got it."

  He brought his hands up to the pillows and stretched. “Okay. I'll do just what you say."

  Devin picked up the obsidian sample and proceeded to kiss the spot where it had rested. “This can be used to enhance a person's energy field,” she whispered against his skin.

  Trey swallowed hard. “That doesn't sound like a geological theory."

  "It isn't. But this is a lot more interesting than how the mineral formed, trust me."

  As she tongued the area around the small stone, Trey began to see her point. “Go on, baby. Show me the rest.” He wondered just how many of those rocks he'd picked out and how long he'd have to lie there while she played. But it was proving interesting. Especially the part where she kissed and caressed his skin.

  "It's strange you chose this particular stone, Trey."

  "Mmm, why is that?” he moaned in appreciation of her touch.

  "Red and black obsidian is supposed to enhance virility."

  He looked at his jutting cock. “Uh, I don't think it could be enhanced much more."

  "I see you need more lessons, Sergeant MacKenzie.” She picked up another stone. “Virility isn't just about the size of your erection, you know."

  "Go on. Teach me."

  "My pleasure. But, you be a good student and lie still. If you do that, teacher will give you a big surprise."

  Trey's eyes rolled back in his head when her lips touched the end of his penis.

  He thought once again that Doctor Devin Wallace was not boring at all. He waited for the next lesson and felt sweat begin to break out over his entire body.

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  Chapter Four

  Devin left the black and red obsidian sitting over his heart. She next chose a nice specimen, particularly pretty piece and one of her favourites. “My, you've picked ametrine. I'm shocked, Trey."

  He lifted his head. “What does that mineral stand for?"

  "A mixture of amethyst and citrine. Very pretty in colour and, like the obsidian, its qualities are said to enhance virility."

  Trey lay still when she put the small, smooth stone beneath his left nipple. “Go on, Dr. Wallace. Tell me more."

  "It stimulates.” She tongued his nipple and ran the stone around the outside of the areola. “It penetrates and drives emotional needs. An
d it can eventually lead to tranquillity."

  Trey's breathing deepened. Her tongue over his nipple and the way she emphasised certain words did a real number on his libido. When this little lesson was over, he was going to take her until she couldn't walk or move. Devin was going to want him so badly that she'd never know that kind of need again. He silently swore it.

  "Oh, here's a beautiful example of opal inside conglomerate.” Devin picked up the next mineral and placed it just above his navel.

  "I-I traded some smoky quartz for it. Th-the guy I got it from was from Australia,” Trey murmured.

  "Very good example of a stone that's supposed to help generate success. It also stimulates energy flow and can vibrate to certain cosmic numbers like many of the other minerals."

  Stimulate, vibrate, flowing energy. Trey didn't think he could take much more. And when she plunged her tongue into his navel, he moaned and felt his erection bounce against his abdomen in response. “You little she-cat. You hot little fireball."

  "Easy, Trey. You picked a lot of mineral specimens. The lesson isn't nearly over."

  "Devin, I don't know what I'm going to do to you when this is over, but you can bet it's going to be very lengthy."

  She laughed and picked up another mineral. “Ah, here's a nice stone. Braunite.” She looked over the striated masses of brown crystal and grinned wickedly as she placed it on the underside of Trey's testicles. She had to hold down his erection to do it, but that was fine by her. She heard him gasp when her fingers gently rubbed the sensitive area. “Braunite is supposed to increase a person's staying power."

  Trey gripped the pillow with his hands and moaned again.

  "Maybe you don't need that particular quality, but a woman would certainly benefit from it."

  "Devin Wallace, you're going to get yours,” he roughly whispered.

  "Not until I'm through. Just stay still.” She stroked him again. “Oh, I forgot. Braunite is believed to be a mineral used to treat any mammary gland problems.” She put her index finger in her mouth, wet it and circled the wet digit around his right nipple. The nipple budded quite nicely and she smiled when she saw his jaw set and clench.