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Sawyer

The rain stopped, and the birds are singing when I wake up.

I'm nestled against something hard and strong - Byron's massive chest. He's asleep. His face looks younger when his eyes are closed. His beard is messed up from being crushed against my hair, but the lines around his eyes are softer.

My heart flutters. Byron is so handsome. I've never had a thing for older men, but he might be the one to change that. He is so big and powerful. The feeling of his arms around me makes heat bloom between my legs, no matter how much I try to ignore it.

Plus, we're chained together. Alone. In the forest. These are the kinds of situations that only happen in books, yet here we are. I wriggle closer to him, careful not to wake him. His breathing is steady, his chest rising and falling gently. I can feel the heat radiating off of him, warming me to my core.

I look up at him, tracing the lines of his face with my gaze. His beard is dark, with a few silver hairs that glint softly in the morning light filtering through the tarp. His lips are full and slightly parted, inviting. My heart skips a beat as I remember the kiss he pressed to my forehead. It's strange how a small gesture like that can feel so intimate, so... comforting.

Byron stirs, opening his striking blue eyes. "Sawyer?" he rasps.His morning voice makes heat jolt through me again.

"Good morning," I say, rubbing by bottom lip against my teeth. Why am I so nervous? What the hell am I thinking?

I want to kiss him.I want to taste his lips, feel his beard scratch my cheek. But I can't. We're chained to a tree, for God's sake. This is crazy.

"You should check your phone," Byron says, his voice still husky with sleep.

I'm snapped out of my kissing fantasy.

I nod and wiggle out from under the tarp, shaking off the remnants of our makeshift shelter. The ground is muddy and cold, but the sun is peeking through the clouds, promising a warmer day ahead. I pull out my phone and see that I have over a hundred new messages. My heart lifts as I see that the local environmental group has announced their solidarity, ready to join our cause.

"Looks like backup will be here soon," I say, my voice filled with relief.

Byron stands up, stretching his arms over his head and yawning. "About time," he mutters, rubbing his shoulder and wincing.

"Are you ok?" I ask.

Byron shrugs. "I'm fine, just stiff from sleeping on the ground two nights in a row."

I move closer to him, the chain clinks in the silence. "Stiff, huh?" I curse myself at how lame that sounded. "Maybe I can help with that."

Byron raises his eyebrows as I gently rub his shoulders. He's like a giant wall of muscle.

I have to stand on my tiptoes to reach his shoulders, but I can see the tension there, the knots that have formed from sleeping on the hard ground.

"You're tight as a drum," I murmur, my thumbs pressing into the knots.

Byron lets out a low groan. "Feels good," he rumbles.

I can feel the heat of his body radiating off him, the closeness of him making my heart race. I'm tense, too, every fiber of my being aware of his presence, his strength, his... maleness.

Now would be a good time for that kiss, I think.

As if reading my mind, Byron turns to face me. His eyes are dark and intense, his gaze locked onto mine. He reaches out, gently cupping my cheek in his large, rough hand.

My breath catches in my throat as he leans down and kisses me. The tension snaps like a wire, and I melt into him. His lips are firm and demanding, his beard scratching my skin in a way that makes my core clench with need. I open my mouth, inviting him in, and he takes it, his tongue exploring me like he's claiming me.

I moan into his mouth, my hands gripping his shirt, fisting the fabric as I pull him closer. I can feel his heart pounding against his chest, matching the frantic rhythm of my own. He tastes like the forest, like the rain and the earth and the freshness of the air up here in the mountains.

His hands roam over my body, tracing the curve of my waist and the flare of my hips. He grips my ass, pulling me against him, grinding me against the hard length of him. I gasp into his mouth, shocked by the intensity of it all.

"You like that, don't you?" he growls, his voice a deep rumble that sends shivers down my spine. "Feeling my cock against your pussy, isn't that right?"

I'm breathless, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. I nod, unable to form words. His hand slides down my jeans, and I gasp when his fingers find their way to my wet heat. I'm soaking, my body aching for his touch, his attention. I grind against his hand, desperate for more.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he groans, his finger circling my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. "You want this, don't you? You want my cock inside you, filling you up."

I can only nod, my breath coming in short gasps as he plays my body like a master. He slips a finger inside me, and I cry out, my hips bucking against his hand.

Am I really going to do this? Am I going to let this mountain man fuck my brains out against an ancient tree?

Hell yes, I am.

"Please," I beg. I don't care that we're damp, sweaty, and probably pretty gross from sitting outside for two days. All I know is that I want him. I want him more than I've ever wanted anything in my life. I want to feel him inside me, filling me up, claiming me as his own. I want to be fucked by this mountain man, right here, right now, chained to this ancient tree.

"Fuck me, Byron," I pant, my voice barely above a whisper. "Please, I want you to fuck me."

He growls, low and deep, a sound that sends shivers down my spine. He grabs me by the waist, his hands rough and demanding, and lifts me off the ground.

I wrap my legs around him, feeling the hard bulge of his cock pressing against my core through our clothes. He turns us around, pinning me against the rough bark of the tree.

"You want this, don't you, city girl?" he growls, his voice low and primal. "You want my cock inside you, making you see stars." Byron pulls my jeans and panties down, hooking my knees over his shoulders.

Holding me up is effortless for him as he unzips his fly and lets out his cock. It's as big and thick as the rest of him.

I gasp at the sight, my pussy clenching with anticipation. I can feel the heat of it, the weight of it, the promise of pleasure that comes with being stretched and filled.

"Fuck," I breathe, my eyes locked onto his cock.

Byron smirks, a wicked glint in his eye. "You like what you see, don't you, Sawyer?"

I nod, my breath coming in short, needy gasps. I can feel the wetness at my entrance, my body preparing itself for him. I want him inside me, stretching me wide, making me take all of him.

His cock is thick, his skin flushed and hard. A bead of precum glistens at the tip.

"Fuck me, Byron," I beg again, grinding myself against him. "I want you to fuck me."

"That's my girl," he growls, the approval in his voice sending heat coursing through me. "You're going to take every inch of me, aren't you?"

I nod, my breath hitching as he positions the head of his cock at my entrance. "Yes," I manage to choke out.

Byron pushes into my slick hole. I cling to his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as he fills me inch by agonizing inch. He's so big, so thick, it feels like I'm being split in two. I gasp, my eyes watering from the sheer intensity of it.

"Fuck, you're tight," he grunts, his forehead pressed against mine. "Relax, Sawyer. Let me in."

I take a deep breath, trying to relax my muscles, and let him in. He feels like he's hitting every sensitive spot inside me, every nerve ending on fire.

I can't help but moan and writhe against him, my body desperate for more.

"You feel so fucking good, Sawyer," he groans, his voice low and raspy. "Your pussy is so tight, so wet. I could fuck you all day and never get enough."

I whimper at his words, my body aching to feel him move inside me. He's still buried to the hilt, and I can feel the pulsing of his cock against my most sensitive spots. The chains around us rattle with every thrust. I can feel the rough bark of the tree pressing against my back, the cold metal of the chain biting into my skin. But none of that matters. All that matters is the sensation of Byron inside me, filling me completely.

He starts to move, his hips pulling back before slamming into me again. The force of it steals my breath away and makes my vision blur. His cock hits that spot inside me, the one that sends jolts of pleasure straight to my core.

"Oh fuck, Byron," I gasp, my head falling back against the tree. "Don't stop."

He grunts, his hands tightening on my hips. He ruts into me like a man possessed, not stopping until I'm ready to come.

I can feel it building, the orgasm that's been threatening to overwhelm me since the moment he kissed me. My legs are starting to shake, my muscles tightening as he hammers into me, his hips smacking against mine with each thrust. His strength keeps me up, sandwiched between him and the tree, nearly folded in half as he takes me like the untamed mountain man I want him to be.

"Byron," I gasp, my fingers digging into his shoulders. "I'm close. Please, don't stop."

"Fuck, Sawyer," he growls, his voice strained. "You're so fucking tight. I can feel you squeezing my cock. You're such a good girl." His dirty talk sends me even closer to the edge.

My eyes roll back as I come, quivering against him while pressed against the ancient Douglas fir.

Byron releases at the same time, filling me with hot, sticky come. He grunts with every pulse until his seed is leaking out of me onto the forest floor. We stay like that for a moment, panting and clinging to each other, our bodies still pressed together.

Then he pulls out, and my legs slide back down to the ground, shaking from the intensity of the release. I feel his come dripping down my thighs, and I look up at him.

"Sawyer," he pants. "You're amazing."

I want to tell him how I feel right now. The love is threatening to burst out of my chest if I don't say anything, but I'm interrupted by the sound of approaching trucks.

"Shit, the cavalry's here." I fumble as I pull up my pants.

My confession will have to wait. There's a tree to save.