Apollo and Val: #5.5 (Luna Lodge Book 0) by Madison Stevens Read Free Book Online

together, he reached down to loosen the rope. Val watched as he pulled the rest of the rope up and looped it around the branch.
    “This way,” he said and guided her to the other side of the tree. The branches above them were lower, and the ones beneath their feet grew wider and closer together.
    Apollo let out a deep breath and unhooked the remaining hooks that bound them together. He pulled off his pack and hung it from a branch. Then he turned to help her. With nimble fingers he found the thick straps between her legs.
    She hissed when his hand pressed hard against her heated center, the click of the hook the only indication that he was actually unhooking her. His hands went to the other side, and she placed her hands on his shoulders to steady herself.
    She shook when his rough knuckles pressed against her clit and had to bite back a moan.
    And then, like he’d never been there, Apollo stood and pulled the pack from her.
    Val sighed and gently rubbed the spots where it had rested. There were aches in too many spots to count.
    She yelped when rough hands lifted her and planted her back against the tree.
    The hunger he felt hit her hard and made her own craving spike.
    “The smell of you is driving me crazy,” Apollo growled. “I need you. Now.”
     
    His mouth pressed hard against her own, pushing to invade her in any way he could. All day he’d been thinking about her, about all the things he had wanted to do last night but couldn’t.
    He pulled her shirt up and let his fingers roam the soft skin on her stomach.
    Val ran her fingers into his hair and pulled his head back away from her.
    “Are you crazy?” She glared at him. “We are literally up a fucking tree.”
    Apollo gave a smile and closed the distance between them once again. Her fingers, still gripping his hair, let go and ran her nails against his scalp. She was so good at using anger as a defense, but he wasn’t having it. He’d smelled her. The scent of her arousal filled every sense he had.
    One hand slipped down to her ass, and he lifted her leg to wrap around his waist.
    “You want me,” he said near her ear.
    She gasped when he pressed his hard, aching cock against her hot center.
    “Are you wet for me, baby?” he whispered.
    Apollo leaned in even more and rubbed himself against her center. The friction both wonderful and torture.
    “I wanna lick you,” he said and rubbed his stubbled face against her smooth neck, then licked the tender skin. “I wanna suck on you until you come so hard your juices drip down my chin.”
    Val moaned at his words, and her scent intensified.
    He rubbed harder against her, biting back the urge to just rip her clothes off.
    Carefully, he pulled back. Val stared back up at him, somewhat confused.
    He slowly turned her around until she faced the tree.
    “Hold on, baby,” he said quietly.
    Apollo unsnapped her pants and slipped them down her thighs.
    Val took one hand off the tree and turned to look at him.
    He raised a brow.
    “You’re gonna wanna hold on to that tree,” he said.
    She huffed but complied.
    “Bossy,” she grumbled.
    He couldn’t help the laugh that followed.
    “It’s always well worth it,” he said. His eyes centered in on her damp pink panties. They were soaked and just the sight made his mouth water.
    He placed one hand firmly against the side of her thigh to help keep her steady. The other hand slipped between her legs. His thumb found her clit through the thin fabric.
    “Is it worth it, baby?” he mumbled, his mouth getting closer and closer to where he wanted to be.
    “Yes,” she whispered.
     
    His thumb circled her sensitive clit. She could feel her juices flowing out of her, filling her panties.
    “Apollo,” she moaned.
    She knew what she was doing. He liked it when she called his name. It was what set him off when they were in bed at home.
    Val shuddered when her panties were ripped down her legs. He hand came back to stroke her bud, but it was his tongue that pushed