Chapter 26

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

"Next time I'm going to be patient and get you completely naked."

Hilly giggled into Cisco's neck as she leaned her spent body against him, his ass still planted firmly in the chair, which, luckily, hadn't collapsed beneath them. Oddly, she wasn't self-conscious at all cuddling up, even though her body was nearly nude. The only thing between them still, was her navy-blue bra.

Her newfound confidence probably had something to do with the fact that Cisco had maintained his erection for three bouts of sex and orgasms. Three. Hilly had never had a partner so…able, and it was clear—from his sustainability—that he'd really liked what they'd been doing.

So…

She reached behind her and undid the clasp of her bra, letting that final scrap of material fall to the floor.

"There. It was wet, anyway," she managed breathlessly. Yeah. He'd sucked her nipples repeatedly through the fabric.

She held her breath.

Would he like her breasts?

"Beautiful," he moaned, and unbelievably, his cock stirred between them again.

Hilly giggled. "Seriously, Cisco?" Hilly shook her head amusedly. And wasn't that another first for her; especially while naked. She'd never been sure enough of any previous physical encounters to inject laughter into a sexual situation. "You're going to wear that poor thing out."

"I think that poor thing has held up pretty well," He wiggled his hips beneath her half-heartedly. "But unfortunately, you're right. It needs a chance to recharge before we go for another round."

"We're…going for another round?" Hilly knew her voice emerged shakily, but given her past, she couldn't help it. She took nothing for granted.

Cisco scowled. "Of course we are. Can you doubt that?" he asked incredulously.

When she looked sheepish, he toned down his declamation.

"Listen to me, Hilly." He cupped her cheeks with his hands and leaned his face in until they touched foreheads. "That was the most amazing sex of my life. And it's not for lack of sampling." He removed one hand from her cheek and placed his palm over her breast, cupping it lovingly. "I've…probably earned the reputation of a player, but since I met you, I haven't wanted to be with anyone else. And now that we've…experienced each other, I know I'll never have to look any farther. It's you all the way, Hilly. I'm dead serious about that. If you can find it in yourself to keep a poor man's heart intact, I hope you'll agree we have something special between us that needs to be further explored."

Hilly wasn't certain she wanted a deep conversation at the moment. Cisco was post-coital, and his lovely words could simply be the sex talking. She, herself, was still basking in her epic afterglow, so how honest would a conversation between them be?

Still, she didn't want to make Cisco think she hadn't loved every minute of what they'd shared.

"I believe we've done enough exploring for today," she told him with a smile, gently moving her body off his. "But I will agree with you on one thing. I'd…like to see where things might go. Right now, however," she glanced at the clock on the wall, "Buffy will be here in ten minutes to pack her stuff so she can take over Bailey's cabin. We need to clean up and get dressed."

Her inner thighs, as she stepped away, were glisteningly wet, and she was in serious danger of dripping onto the floor.

"Stay put. Let me take care of you," Cisco ordered, reaching out to run a finger through the evidence of their combined pleasure. He looked at it in awe, then shook his head and leapt to his feet. He was clearly still in complete control of his body's musculature, unlike Hilly, whose connective tissues wanted nothing more than to collapse onto the nearest flat surface.

One quick, tender stroke-to-her-collarbone later, Cisco strode toward her small bathroom, and Hilly sighed. His ass, along with his thick thighs, were a thing of beauty. Damn. The man was jacked. His bronzed flesh rippled as he moved; the impressive muscles flexing beneath his skin.

Wait.

Hilly blinked, suddenly snapping out of her sex-stupor. What did Cisco mean, he'd take care of her?

She swayed, at a loss as to what she was supposed to do next.

Her indecision was put to rest when Cisco emerged from the bathroom, a wet facecloth in hand. Without saying another word, he strode over and dropped to his knees in front of her. Nudging her thighs apart, he began gently cleaning all her swollen bits.

Yikes. She shivered. When had anyone ever done that for her before?

Easy answer. Never.

"There," he said, planting a firm kiss to the small patch that she kept well-trimmed. He tapped a finger on her still-tender nub. "And did I happen to mention I love the color of your hair?"

Hilly felt herself blush.

She'd always been self-conscious about her red pubic hair, knowing it wasn't exactly mainstream, but the truth in Cisco's eyes as he praised her, couldn't be doubted. He really did like what he was seeing.

Her heart lightened. "You keep this up, you're going to be good for my ego," she teased.

"And that , is my goal," he told her seriously, dropping the cloth to stand and wrap his arms around her. "You need to learn just how spectacular you really are, Hilly Duncan."

Cripes. A naked Cisco-hug. If he stayed like this, she'd believe him if he said the woods outside were filled with purple butterflies.

Hilly's nipples grew hard again, unable to ignore the smattering of crisp, dark hair they rubbed up against.

Cisco chuckled, drew back, and dropped a kiss to each stirring peak. "I thought you said Buffy would be here soon?"

Hilly groaned. "She will. Clearly, I have absolutely no control over my body when you're around."

He arched a brow. "That fits well with my plans for you, for later."

"Later?" Hilly questioned, her belly doing excited flip-flops. There'd be more, so soon?

"Yeah. Later. I figure right now, while Buffy is moving out and before it gets too dark, I'll go check your outbuildings and the surrounding woods for anything that might look suspicious. Then I'll come back and spend the night worshipping your body. If that's okay with you. Or we can just sleep, if you'd rather," he contradicted, impishly.

He brought his hand aloft to stop her before she could come up with all the reasons him staying might be a bad idea.

"If you're worried someone will catch us, let me reassure you. I have work tomorrow at seven, which means I'll be gone by five; well before anyone else is even stirring. I'll even walk my bike out so the pipes don't wake up the campers."

It was an offer Hilly couldn't turn down. Simply having Cisco standing in front of her without a stitch of clothes on his glorious body, had her caving, devoid of argument.

"Okay," she agreed hungrily.

"Good," he grinned, looking smugly satisfied. "Now let's get dressed before we're found out." He placed one last, firm promise of a kiss on her lips, after which Hilly had to drag her mind back to logistics, turning and bending to grope on the floor for her clothes.

She noted that Cisco wasn't moving. She looked over her shoulder at him and blinked. "What?" she asked.

"I'm not sure I can leave. You have the best ass," he groaned. "I'll be thinking about it as I'm attempting to do my reconnaissance."

Hilly giggled, straightened, and pulled on the shorts she'd managed to find.

"Or maybe I'll be imagining those tits," he hissed as she turned toward him, still without her shirt on. "Be warned, Hilly," he almost growled. "When we're alone, I'm going to make you walk around the cabin just like that, for hours."

Hilly's back arched of its own accord, thrusting her nipples high.

Cisco took two steps forward.

"Okay. Enough," Hilly admonished with a snort, stopping him. "Pants on. There's no time, and I don't want Buffy getting an eyeful."

Reluctantly, it seemed, Cisco backed off, and finally began dressing while Hilly finished the same. Together, once they looked presentable, they cleaned up their sex-chair and a few spots on the floor that were wetly suspect.

There were a few more, furtive kisses in-between housekeeping efforts, but they were quick about everything.

"All good?" Cisco finally asked, as he stood at the door with his hand on the knob.

Hilly couldn't help herself. "Better than good," she told him. "Hurry back."

He opened the door. "Are you kidding? Nothing could keep me away."

The second the portal closed behind him, Hilly fell onto the small sofa, her knees finally giving out. "Holy shit," she breathed to herself. "I had sex with Cisco Andera." The reality was just beginning to sink in. And from what he'd said, Cisco had more than enjoyed their time together, and was interested in adding to the tally.

She felt like her mind was just about to explode.

How? Why? She wished she could see into Cisco's head.

If someone had told fat little Hilly that she would—in the future—score the hottest guy in school, she'd have labeled them delusional. But the slight, tingling soreness between her legs told her it had all been very real. She hugged herself and grinned. Maybe she'd try not to worry so much.

Right.

The door opened, and her heart danced. Had Cisco returned already?

"Hey girl."

It wasn't the guy who'd rocked her world, but she couldn't keep the goofy smile off her face as Buffy walked in with Nel prancing at her feet.

Nel came over to her, jumped up and gave Hilly love, while Buffy stood in the doorway, eyeing Hilly with a healthy dose of head-tipped-sideways speculation. "Huh. You look pretty pleased with yourself."

"Mmm, hmmm," Hilly agreed with a noncommittal grunt, because…screaming to the rafters that she'd just banged Cisco didn't seem quite appropriate.

Not that Buffy was stupid. She'd figure it out in three, two, one…

"Oh, my God. You just had sex," she squealed.

There was no way Hilly could lie. She smirked and nodded.

Buffy sprinted across the room, threw herself on the couch next to Hilly, and hugged the stuffing out of her.

"I'm so happy for you. You deserve that hot cop so much," she rambled, sounding very un-therapist like. "I hope you rocked his world, blew his…well, you know, and that he comes back for seconds."

"Fourths," Hilly mumbled next to Buffy's ear.

"Fourths?" Buffy screeched. "You did it three times? Oh, my God! That means it must have been phenomenal."

Hilly nodded gleefully.

Buffy was the best of friends, and wouldn't pump for details, but Hilly—also a good buddy—gave her a small, tantalizing taste. "It was absolutely epic, Buff," she admitted, and knew her face was bright red. "He was…magnificent. And the thing is? He wants to do it again. He says we have something special together." She almost hadn't dared say the last.

"Of course you do!" Buffy cried. "You rock it, girl. High five."

They slapped palms, and somehow that gesture made Hilly feel a bit more confident that her time with Cisco hadn't been an anomaly.

Buffy leaped up from the couch as if her ass were suddenly on fire. "Damn. I need to pack quickly." She took a few steps toward her room, then spun. "I will not be one of those clueless, cock-blocking chicks."

Hilly laughed, then picked up and hugged a throw pillow to her chest. "There's really no hurry, Buff. Cisco's gone to do some scouting in the barn, the sheds, and the woods to see if he can find anything related to Bailey's peanut poisoning."

Buffy's jubilant mood ramped down a few degrees. "Oh. I take it he didn't find anything in the cabins."

"Nothing," Hilly responded. "But he's not giving up."

"Good. I'm glad he's here for you in several ways, now," Buffy stated solemnly. "Does he have his suspicions on who might be the culprit?"

Hilly sighed. "We talked over the possibility of it being someone who didn't like Bailey."

"You mean, like, almost everybody here." Buffy rolled her eyes. "Not that I agree with them, but the girl was fairly antagonistic."

"Yeah. I know," Hilly concurred. "But now that Cisco's cleared the cabins, he's leaning toward Nurse Gorner being the bad-guy."

"What about you?" Buff asked.

Hilly chewed on her bottom lip, finding it delightfully tender. "My money is on Langford Cottins or my sperm donor. They have the most to win if the camp gets shut down."

"Which it won't, now that Bailey is okay."

"Unless her parents really do bring a lawsuit against me," Hilly said dejectedly, losing all the elation she'd felt just a few minutes before. "I have insurance, but who knows what my new premiums will be if the company has to pay out a settlement? The new cost might force me to close."

Hilly wasn't hurting for money. Her Gran had left her a healthy bank account. But if word got out that Hilly had been negligent in any way, enrollment at the camp would plummet, which would eventually sound a death knoll for the place. Not a pleasant thought.

"Don't borrow trouble," Buffy told her as she walked into her room to pack, raising her voice to be heard. "I bet once Bailey's parents see that she's okay, they'll change their minds."

Hilly certainly hoped so, but she wouldn't hold her breath.

Minutes later, Buffy emerged, duffel and suitcases in hand.

"Okay, girl. I'm outta here," she stated. "And just saying, I'm jealous as hell. I'll be sleeping with ten kids tonight, while you'll have Officer McSexy in your bed, doing unspeakable things to your body."

"Unspeakable things?" Hilly snickered.

Buffy's eyes narrowed playfully. "Unless you want to share details," she quipped. "Then it will no longer be unspeakable."

"I might give you a few tidbits if you're nice," Hilly teased.

"Hilly-billy, I'm always nice."

Hilly got up from the sofa and gave her best friend a huge hug. "Yes, Buff, you are. And I love you."

"I love you, too, girlfriend. Now go position your body—naked, of course—strategically on your bed and wait for that luscious man to return."

"You don't have to tell me twice," Hilly laughed. "Have fun with the kids."

Buffy snorted and walked out the door.

Nel whined, watching the departing woman, then looked back at Hilly before dropping to her stomach and letting out a loud huff.

"Yes. I know. She was supposed to be sleeping here, and you're torn over which one of us should have your company tonight, but I promise you'll see her in the morning, Nel." She went over to her pup, knelt down, and patted until Nel gave in, rolled onto her back, and wriggled for a tummy scratch.

"You're such a sweetie," Hilly crooned, obliging her dog for a few minutes before sitting back on her heels. "So, what do you think about Cisco, Nel?" she asked rhetorically.

Nel pawed the air, begging for increased attention. Hilly gave it to her, but more absently this time. Her brain had begun throwing doubts at her again, as it often did. "What if he sticks around for the summer, then decides he's had enough?" she continued out loud.

Nel merely pawed the air in response.

"Seriously, Nel. I'm falling for him already, and if he leaves…" Hilly sighed. She was normally of the "nothing ventured, nothing gained" ilk, but the stakes here felt huge. "I guess the bigger question is…is a broken heart worth it if I get a full summer of Cisco?"

Nel groaned.

"Yeah," Hilly agreed. "My thoughts, exactly."