Playing Lycan Games by Anh Leod

Author:Anh Leod
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance/Paranormal
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Published: 2009-05-24T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Three

Three hours later, they had finished breakfast, done some shopping, and boarded their rented skiff.

The river glistened around them, looking more crystalline than blue. The golden hills above were an unexpected sight for Catee, used to Pacific Northwest green. At first, she thought it looked like Arizona, then Egypt. She could see how the nineteenth century travelers on the Oregon Trail would get discouraged as they traveled through this barren landscape, yet Native Americans had thrived here for thousands of years, fishing and trapping.

“We won’t want to be out too long,” Jem said.

“Even with that hat, your lily white skin is going to get burned.”

“I know.” Catee leaned against the side of the boat and enjoyed the sun beating against her sunglasses. “But it’s glorious for now.”

“Yes.” He shook back his head, fluffing out his thick dark hair.

He wore newly purchased elongated sunglasses with very dark lenses, so it was hard to gauge his expression, but he looked a little uncomfortable.

Maybe he wasn’t a big fan of water. The bulky life jacket he wore didn’t quite fit his large frame. It appeared confining, but since he’d confessed he didn’t know how to swim, it was necessary. She wore one too, over a long, summer dress made of thin yellow jersey, but her lifejacket fit.

“Did you know the river wasn’t always so calm around here? There were falls before the dam raised the water level.” Catee had done a little internet research.

“Celilo Falls,” Jem said.

Catee pursed her lips. “I wouldn’t have expected you to know that. Are you from around here originally?”

He flashed his teeth but didn’t answer her question. “I know what Celilo means, do you?”

She shook her head.

“Cleft in the rock.”

“Oh?”

“I like your Celilo,” Jem said, smirking.

She slapped his shoulder, blushing. “I’m not a rock.”

“But you certainly have a luscious cleft. I’d love to nibble on it right now.”

“Hmmm.” Her cleft tingled a bit at his words.

The sun was hot on her skin, making her feel relaxed and peaceful, if a little horny.

She tried to straighten the Oregon T-shirt they’d bought him, but it was stuck in the life jacket. Then she had to grab her seat for balance as he steered the boat along the vegetation at the river’s edge.

Above them on one side ran the I-84 freeway. On the other side, she saw nothing but hills under a grayblue cloudless sky.

“What are you up to?”

Jem tossed his sunglasses away and pulled his legs over the seat to face her. “Come here.”

“Why?” she asked. He had a devilishly wicked expression on his handsome face.

He patted his lap. “Come and straddle me. I want to feel that Celilo.”

“If we capsize,” she warned, “you’d be in worse shape than me.”

“This skiff has a nice, flat bottom. We’ll be fine.”

Was he right or just too horny to be reasonably cautious? Catee left her bench, but stayed at a crouch as she stepped toward him. The boat swayed, but he caught her by the breasts.

She glared. “You could have caught my waist.

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