To the Wild Country

Chapter Twelve

Pam contented herself with lying on Bill, in no hurry to move, until after a few minutes she felt him shifting beneath her.

"Pam, much as I hate to break this up, I really gotta move. I think there's a branch or somethin' underneath me."

He lifted his arms, still cuffed together, to allow Pam to slide up then off him. She stood there a moment, looking down at him, and a startled look crossed her face.

Before Bill could ask her what was wrong, she was running for the river, peals of laughter ringing in her tracks.

Bill turned over and partly crawled to his jeans, grabbed the little key and deftly unlocked the cuffs. He pulled on his boxers before tearing after Pam.

"Pam? Pam!" he called, hearing her laughing and splashing in the water.

He found his way to shore, his eyes now adjusted to the bright moonlight.

"What on EARTH are you doing, Counselor? You scared the bejeebies outta me, running off into the dark like that! Ain't it cold in there?"

She paused in her waterplay and looked up at his silhouette, the glow of the fire casting an aura around him.

"I didn't want to make a mess over your blanket, Bill!" she smirked at him. She stood tall, the water moving past her waist. Bill didn't reply, only looking down at her wet shimmering skin, the moonlight beaming over her right shoulder, making her brunette hair look blue-black, illuminating her breast until that's all he could see.

"You're glowing, Pam," he muttered.

"What?"

He touched the water with his foot, and did not care in the slightest that it was ice-cold. If she could jump into the McKenzie willy-nilly, as she had, he could too. He slid in and walked to her, hoisting her up effortlessly, the water buoying her.

She wrapped her legs over his hips and wriggled against him, while he buried his mouth between her breasts.

"Hmmm," Pam said, rubbing against him, raring to go already. Bill's deep rumble of a laugh made her pause.

"Bill?" she asked, pulling back enough to see his face, his eyes dark spots. "You don't want to do it again?"

"Sure as pie, hon, but you must know it ain't gonna happen HERE, right? This icey water is makin' 'em...." he paused. "Let's just say, it ain't gonna happen, till we get out and warmed up a little. I just wanted to hold you in the water while I can."

She threw her arms over his shoulders, pressing against him along the torso while his big hands held her up.

"Sounds good to me, Bill. For someone who claimed to be too tired tonight, you...."

When she didn't continue, he said against her wet tangled hair, "I what? Didn't do too bad?"

Should she tell him? Should she exclaim what she REALLY wanted to say, that he'd just given her the best sex of her entire life? What would that do to their relationship as FRIENDS, as they'd agreed they'd remain, even after this most amazing week of working and playing together?

Could she go back to her normal everyday life in L.A., as an attorney and hopefully as Ralph's girlfriend? Knowing Maxwell's ego as she did, she thought it would be prudent not to mention that he could very possibly have ruined her for other men.

She went for the safe reply and said, "Right. Not too bad at all."

She left it at that, wondering if he'd ask for specifics, and hoping he wouldn't. He didn't.

"I had a blast too, Counselor, making love to the most beautiful woman I've ever known," he said quietly, his voice serious as he looked at the dark spots of her grey eyes.

Pam shrugged, trying to laugh off the compliment, but her insides were doing flip-flops. How does he DO that with his voice? He could go from being light-hearted and kidding around, to modulating his voice to a low, deep tone that simply radiated male charisma.

She didn't reply verbally, but stroked her hand softly over Bill's brow, looking at his mouth, the characteristic smirk in place, his lips parted enough so she could see the little gap in his teeth.

"Hmmmm," she moaned, clinging to him, pressing her mouth to his once again, feeling his tongue dance with hers as she burned once more with the fire of Bill Maxwell.

"Hmmmm, Bill," she mumbled against his lips, his tongue. "Please, please, tell me you're not too tired, I need you, again, NOW!"

He walked slowly to the shore, kissing her the entire time, gripping her tightly by the thighs. He carefully set her at the water's edge, her lower legs dangling over the soft grassy bank. He stood between her knees, reached over her with his long arms and began rubbing her down, massaging the cool clammy skin to warm her up.

Starting at her long neck, and working over her shoulders, his big hands and long fingers kneaded her flesh softly, gently, and he felt the flush of warmth return after their midnight bathing. He paused at her firm breasts, warming his own hands on her for a few moments. She arched her head back on the thick carpet of grass, her eyes closed, her mouth agape as she started to breathe faster.

Bill loved watching that mouth, hearing those little mewling gasps, as she responded so ardently to his attentions. He'd always imagined Pam Davidson like this: passionate, wild, playful, and best of all, a screamer. He loved screamers. A surge of male pride washed over him, knowing he could bring this insanely gorgeous woman over the edge of ecstasy as he'd done. And he planned on doing again, and very soon.

"Pam, hon," he finally answered, "I really don't think I can do it again tonight, but there's something else I can do, if you just wanna relax and let me run the show for a bit."

Her only reply was a quick nod of her head as she felt his hands move down her long thighs, parting her legs a bit further, and she looked up long enough to see him bend over, his mouth moving toward her.

"Oh... OH!" Pam screamed once more into the darkly-lit forest, as Bill once again brought her to the brink, only to push her over into a blasting surge of pleasure.