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All it will take is a few more strokes and she’s mine. I still, pausing to grin wickedly at her.
“What?”
“Nothing,” I answer leaning on my elbows, “you feel so good. I might want to stay here all damn day,” I reply, dick twitching so hard there’s no way she doesn’t feel it.
“Stop talking and make me come already, old man,” she replies smacking my arm.
“You’re gonna pay for that.”
“Uh-huh. Make me pay, big boy,” she purrs raking her hot pink nails down my back. My hips pump between her thighs as I resume working myself in and out of the sweetest pussy God ever made. The thought of any other man being where I am now makes me see red. My hands grip the headboard again and pump so hard—if the walls were plaster I know there would be holes from where the bed frame hits.
She cries out as I pound into her, shattering in a million pieces in my arms as I let go of the headboard to hold her.
I groan, spilling myself and collapse onto her for the second time.
She’s still tired and now sated and needs more sleep. I finally move off her when I can think again and spoon her like she told me she needs.
She’s out in ten minutes.
I hold her for another ten, then gently ease out of bed. I should be spent. Instead I feel as if I could run for miles. I take a quick shower and put on my workout clothes. I know Dev runs too, I can’t wait for the mornings when we exercise in bed then outside in these woods.
Grinning like a bastard, I lace up my sneakers and gently close the cabin door. It’s crisp out. Dew clings to the leaves just starting to turn. Fall comes early here. Despite partying till dawn, the camp’s been cleaned up. Smith was military and runs the club much in the same way. There’s not one empty beer can littering the ground. All the trash bins have been emptied, too. Good thing since the bears are out looking to gorge themselves before winter.
I thought I was the only one up, but I catch Smith’s eye as he drinks coffee and smokes. His clothes are rumpled, his hair looks as if he’s run his hands through it all night.
“Smith?” I ask jogging over.
He takes a long drag muttering something about stubborn women and I try not to grin.
“Luce?”
He exhales. “She’s got me all twisted in knots and I just met the girl eighteen hours ago.”
I clap his back, jogging backwards past him down the trail, “If she’s anything like Dev, you’re in for one hell of a ride,” I finish with a wink before turning back around.
“Fuck,” he groans.
My sneakers deftly move through the rugged terrain as the trail winds deeper into the woods. Cutting to the right away from the lake down an offshoot trail, my hands push back branches, my legs hurdle over fallen logs; I feel like a fuckin’ champion. I laugh at the fool I’m makin’ of myself proving to no one that I’m still fit enough, strong enough to be her man. I keep going until I reach the clearing off to the left that I remembered. It’s still here. It’s an island of wild grass and colorful wildflowers hidden by the woods surrounding it on all sides. I stop, breathing hard and full of sweat. I’ve never been a romantic man, shit I don’t even know how to do romance, but Dev makes me want to learn all about it.
I reach down picking a perfect purple flower for her. This seems like a good place to start. I make a note to come back here with my chainsaw and a few men to clear the trail and slow to a jog as I turn around going back the way I came, going back to her probably still curled up in bed with my scent on her skin.
I groan rolling over. He’s not here. But there’s a single flower placed where his head was with a note scratched out in his hand about meeting at the campsite for coffee.
I still feel him, deep inside in a secret place so deep I can’t even touch. He’s the most well-endowed lover I’ve ever had and definitely the most skilled. I sigh, snuggling deeper under the coverlet remembering how he sounded, how he felt thrusting into me as he came. Light scratches and burns mark my neck and breasts left by his beard when he kissed me all over.
I shiver, feeling like a virgin bride waking up the next day, no longer a virgin, deliciously sore, and giddy on the high of being taken by her lover.
I pick up my phone to text Luce, but the service is poor, and my text won’t go through. It’s ten thirty. I haven’t slept this long in years. By the time I shower and dress, I’ll be lucky to make lunch.
His broad back faces me. He’s talking to Smith and the guys. I duck my head, cheeks burning since everyone must know where I spent the night. A hand links through my arm, I look up expecting to see Luce but meet Shanna’s dark eyes instead.
“Come with me for a minute.” It’s not a question, it’s a soft-spoken demand.
She leads me into a small building that once must have been the camp’s cafeteria. She grabs a cup of steaming coffee generously adding creamer and I take the hint and fix my own. We walk back outside to a bench facing the water.
“I’m so happy Meat met someone like you.”
“Really? I was scared-shitless this was going to be an interrogation.”