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MADISON

“What the fuck do you mean, we aren’t going?” Dixon growls from the kitchen. It’s barely six in the morning, and the hairs prickle on the back of my neck. My dad used to scream in the kitchen before he left for work. The heavy smell of coffee hangs in the hallway outside the kitchen. I run my hand across the peeling paint of the door trim, eavesdropping.

“I’m taking CiCi to her sister’s in Phoenix.”

“Fuck you, Brian. You haven’t had any contact with the woman since you joined the TEAMS. Why the hell is it your responsibility to drive her fifteen hours to Phoenix?”

My brother grumbles something about guilt, and I roll my eyes. Brian uses his leaving her as fodder for her life choices since they broke up. Bitch. The back door slams as I move to the bottom of the stairs with my hand on the banister. I’m ready to go back up the stairs just as Dixon storms out of the kitchen, halting as he sees me. Gritting his teeth, he seethes. “I guess you can go to the cabin to hunt, after all.”

Shaking my head as I frown. “I’m sorry. This is the Brian who comes home, so I’m not surprised. You don’t need him to go hunting. All the stuff is in the cabin. I can write directions to get there, and you can take the truck.”

Dixon casts a glance up the stairs. “Are you sure your mom won’t mind my taking the truck?”

“No. She doesn’t drive it, anyway.”

He stares at me with an intensity that makes me uneasy. “Come with me.”

“Really?” Oh. This could be bad. The warmth of my core and my moist panties vie with my brain.

He leans against the wall, seeming less imposing. “Screw Brian. Let’s both go hunt.”

My heart races so far ahead of my brain that I’m dizzy. Without thinking, I blurt out. “Sure. That sounds good.” It’s one sided. He has no interest in me. “We need to fill the cooler so we have fresh food and grab the guns.”

He touches my arm and slides down his hand, pulling it away with a strange look. He steps around me. “Can we leave in an hour?”

“Sure. Let’s see who can get ready faster. The winner gets to sleep on the way there.”

He speaks over his shoulder. “Deal.”

MADISON

We’ve been at the cabin for an hour. I’m fully rested, having slept for the drive. A smile peaks my lips. I loved the look on Dixon’s face when he got to the truck, and I had tucked myself in the passenger seat with my pillow against the window.

I stroll out of the smaller bedroom in our cabin and smile at Dixon, who’s loading a rifle. “Your family’s got some nice hunting gear.”

I run my hand over the rifle stock, remembering my father and his gun safety directions. “We loved to hunt.”

He sets the cloth down after wiping down the rifle, setting it into the case. “Thanks for suggesting this.”

“You’re welcome. There’s no reason for you to give up bagging a White-tailed deer, because Brian has his nose up her skirt.”

He flicks his wrist. “Want to try for a late afternoon kill?”

“You’re confident. Sure. I’ll put food in my pack and be ready to go in five.”

Four hours later, we drag a twelve-point buck into the prep room attached to the cabin. Dixon scoffs. “I can’t believe you got him.”

I beam. “Thanks. I love to beat people’s expectations. Are you going to help me dress this?”

He nods, hanging up the carcass. We’ll do additional cleaning to make sure our field dressing of the deer washed out all the bacteria. We used a cooling blanket and ice packs to get the deer back to the cabin.

“Does your mom cook with venison?”

“Pfft. Mom doesn’t really cook anymore. Dad taught me how to do it all, and I’m the one who stocks the freezer every season.”

He leans against the large steel butcher table. “You cook, too?”

“Can’t everyone cook in this day and age?”

He shrugs. “I guess. I cook. Not well, but I do cook.”

I scan my eyes up his body. “You don’t look like you’re starving.”

He lifts his shirt to show me his muscular abs. His sexy smile curls my toes. “Like what you see?”

Rolling my eyes. “Of course I like what I see. You’re gorgeous.”

“Ha. That’s a word for women.”

“No. Cars, animals…” I cock my head and smile. “…other inanimate objects can be gorgeous, so men fall into that category, too.”

“Hardy har har. You’re funny.”

I smirk. “I try.”

He moves to where I’m standing and brushes a tendril back behind my ear. “You seem older than nineteen.”

Whatever you need to tell yourself, bucko. I grab the hose and spray down the inside of the carcass. It takes us three hours to skin the deer and reduce it to a more manageable size. The large fridge is a hunter’s dream, allowing us to cool the deer in large slabs of meat. I close the door on the fridge when we replace the final chunk of carcass. “I need a shower. How about you?”

Dixon’s eyes dilate as I ask, and his breathing catches. “We could save water and shower together.”

Nodding, I lead us into the cabin. “Let’s drop our clothes in the laundry,”

He smirks. “More time for me to watch you naked.”

“Nuh uh. Your sweet ass is leading us to the shower.” I motion for him to lead as he drops his pants as he pulls his shirts over his head. Reaching down to drag off his pants and briefs, his cock bounces against his taut abdomen. I can’t help but drop my jaw. His cock is long and thick with a prominent barbell piercing that calls out to me to grasp. “I didn’t expect that.”

He bobs his cock. “You haven’t seen a pierced cock before?”

“No. I have. I didn’t expect you to have one. You’re so straight.”

The laugh he offers is perfect. The rumble and pitch are deep and sensual. “If you only knew the things I’ve done.”

“Come on, get a move on to the shower. You can show me how experienced you are.”

The cabin is warm and familiar. Wood floors creak as we walk. Photos of previous hunting and camping trips decorate the light blue walls. He grasps my hand and pulls me to the shower through the bedroom to the primary bath. “My pleasure.”

The bedroom hasn’t changed since I first stayed here with my dad when I was eight. The dark blue walls make the room much darker than it actually is. The large four-poster queen-sized bed has a new mattress, according to my uncle. I guess we’ll get to break it in.

Dixon is gloriously naked as we stop moving in the bathroom. It’s recently been updated in gleaming nickel and white marble. I fumble with my bra and underwear. I’m behind because unlike Dixon, I’m still dressed.

He chuckles. “Get naked.”

“I’m trying. You move so damn fast. It’s those incredibly long legs of yours.”

He reaches for the bottom of my bra and yanks it off, dropping it as it falls to the floor. My breasts spill out of the cups and his brows lift. “How do you hide those breasts?”

I scoff. “I’m an athlete. Big boobs are uncomfortable. I use a well-fitting sports bra to keep them against me rather than bouncing.”

“Bouncing is what beautiful bountiful breasts like that were made for.”

I lean into the shower to start the warm water and push my panties down, eliciting a groan from the big, bold SEAL.

“Fuck me, you have a nice pussy.”

I giggle. “I’ve never heard it put that way before.”

“See. A nineteen-year-old boy doesn’t have my sophistication.”

I glance down at the erection bobbing against his stomach, missing the opportunity to contradict his personal praise of himself. “Or the massive cock that’s presented before me.”

He bobs it against his body. “I’m big. You’ll enjoy.”

I chew on my lip. “Yes. I’m definitely looking forward to that.”

DIXON

Madison is staring at my dick, and I’m intrigued. She doesn’t act like she’s nineteen. She seems more mature than some of the women I bang on leave.

Her brow raises as she cocks her head, thinking. “You’re thinking about something?”

“Yes, I am. Let’s get showered, get clean, then get dirty.” I check the temperature of the water and pull her in with me. I hold her against me as the water sprays down our bodies. “Can I wash you?”

Giggling, she nods. “So long as I can wash you when you’re done with me.”

“I’m not sure if I’m ever going to get my fill of touching your body.” I reach for the unisex body wash on the shelf and squirt some onto my hands. Lathering the soap, I proceed to spread the suds all over her body.

“Your hands are massive. They’re closer to the size of large paws.”

I can’t help but smile. Chuckling, I kiss her nose. “As you’ve noticed, I’m big all over.” I rub my hands between her legs and lean to push the suds over her legs down to her feet. “You’re more muscular than I realized.”

“Athlete. Remember.”

“I’m getting that. I want these legs wrapped around me as I thrust my cock in you.”

“That can be arranged.” She squirts body wash onto her hands and rubs me down with soap. Grabbing the water wand with a hand, she rinses as she washes. My cock and balls are covered in a sudsy cocoon. She moves down my body, cleaning my legs and feet. I love her touch as she raises back up to caress my package once again before she washes my torso.

“Do you work out, or is this from your SEAL stuff?”

“I work out. We have down time, and they encourage us to keep in shape.”

She sprays my body to remove the residual soap and does a final pass on herself.

I help her to hang the wand as I turn off the water. Grabbing a towel, I wrap her. “You’re going to need another one of these when I’m done with you.”

She bends over to wring the water out of her long hair. “You keep saying that, but I’m not convinced.”

“Oh, you will be.”

I dry off as she hangs up her towel. “Last one to the bed gets to be on the bottom.”

I chuckle. I’ll be last. Can’t say I mind her riding me and letting the glorious tits bounce free. I hang my towel and walk into the bedroom. Madison is sitting in the middle of the bed. She’s set a clean white towel on the pillow behind her. She catches my raised eyebrow. “For my hair.” She smirks. “You’re last.”

Moving to the bed, I sprawl out next to her. “I’m happy for you to ride me.”

The smile creeps up her face. “Lie on your back.”

I don’t usually like for women to take charge in bed, but she intrigues me. She’ll submit. It just might take a few minutes to get her there.

I shift my large body to lie flat next to her and motion for her to climb aboard. The smirk she offers is the first glimpse of her actual youth and inexperience. She lifts herself up to straddle my hips. Her breasts are round and perky. I can’t wait to cup them and play with her nipples as she rides me. I can see the benefits of having sex with an athletic woman. She positions herself perfectly and stops.

“I’m on the pill, and I always use a condom. I know Brian gets regular physicals, and they check for STDs.” She steels her face, focusing on my eyes. “Should we use a condom?”

I shake my head. I wish all women were this direct. “So glad you asked. I had my physical and got my results before we left. The negative results included tests for STDs. I typically use a condom, but unless you brought some, I don’t think we’ll have that option.”

“I didn’t. I’m surprised we’re doing this.”

Her eyes drift while I scrutinize her face. “Madison?” My tone is sharper than I intended, but she brings her eyes back to mine. “Say no, if you don’t want to do this.”

“What? No. I mean yes. I do want this.”

“Thank fuck!” I shift my hips, ready to thrust up, as I wait for her look to confirm she understands what’s going to happen. Lust breaks on her face as I lead my cock to her sex and push in to find her warmth. “Feel my cock.”

She smirks as she slides farther down my length. It’s tight, and she bites her bottom lip, concentrating. “You’re big.”

“Uh, huh. That nineteen-year-old boy doesn’t seem quite that big anymore, does he?”

She stops moving. “No. You’re much… Oh… bigger.”

I wrap my hands around her hips. “Ready for me to pleasure you?” The emotions that cross her face make the possessive side of me peak as she nods. I reach up and pull her down to kiss her hard as I press my length into her warmth.

“Oh. Fuck yeah!”

Her swift intake of breath halts my progression. Time to get on top. I pull out as I flip her onto the bed, laying her down on her back while I settle, kneeling between her legs. Now I understand why she put the towel on her pillow. I grasp her knees and pull them up, pressing them up above her as I thrust my length inside her. “Breathe.”

She blows out a breath as I ease back only to press forward once again. “Damn, that’s good.” She’s biting her lower lip again.

I chuckle. Her reactions are so honest. They humble me. “What do you need, Madison?”

She pants with a focused glare as her hands wrap around my arms. “Move faster.” She meets my thrusts to increase the depth and the stunning look of rapture with her parted lips and tightened face let me know she’s close. That’s all I want. Make her come, and I’ll never be able to give her up. The little voice in my brain is throwing out thoughts, reminding me of my commitments, and it’s to no avail. I’m lost in her. In us.

She cries out my name as her sheath tightens around me, and it’s all my cock needs to find my release. My body tightens as I scream, coming like I’ve never come before. It’s moments before I realize I’ve collapsed on her. Raising my head, I kiss her nose. “Sorry. I’m heavy.”

She smiles. “Didn’t notice. That was awesome.”

I roll off Madison and trudge into the bathroom to grab a warm towel to wash her. It’s my job to take care of her. When I walk back into the room, she’s already fast asleep, spread out on the bed. I use the towel so she’ll be more comfortable. Tossing the used cloth into the hamper, I snuggle next to the woman I’m growing to care about, and pull the comforter over our bodies. Think later. Enjoy now.

MADISON

Dixon killed his own buck this morning. We’ve been here three days, and I couldn’t be happier. And it’s not just the stupendous sex, though that has made it even better. We spent the time getting to know each other. Gentle touches and passionate kisses, building a foundation for a relationship that can’t happen. Dixon is so much more than I imagined. He grew up in Denver. His parents died together in a small private plane crash. He went into foster care which didn’t turn out well. Lack of attention led him into trouble and trouble led him to a judge. She recognized his situation and gave him an ultimatum: military or jail. His foster mother cared for him, but he was too wild for her to control. Dixon talked about how he chose the Navy, and the judge dismissed all charges. His clean record allowed him to volunteer for SEAL training and ultimately join the SEAL teams. So many stories about him and my brother make me feel like I’ve known him forever. It helped with how I feel about Brian, too.

“We can drop the meat from our kills by your uncle’s on the way back to your mom’s.”

I nod. “Uncle Brad can’t wait to fill his freezers with the venison. He’ll miss the entire deer season because of his work injury.”

“I’m happy he’ll be able to utilize the meat.”

I pull on his shirt. “Speaking of…” I don’t get to finish my dirty statement, and his mouth is on mine. I moan as he runs his hands under my shirt.

He breaks the kiss. “Let’s wash the day off and let me pleasure you.”

I chuckle. “We’ll pleasure each other.”