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With my eyes closed, I refuse to look at him, but I can hear him scooting closer to me.

The burning wood crackles in the fire pit and hot embers erupt around me with tiny pinpricks of hot landing on my arm.

But I don’t care. Nothing feels right anymore.

I can’t believe it, right as I start to find myself and the feelings I am developing for this wonderful man next to me, I went and lost it all.

When I don’t respond, Wyatt tries again. “Finn,” he says, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “This is not your fault. I only wished you would have told me sooner. There’s got to be a way we can fix this.”

“There isn’t.”

“As soon as we get back to the lodge, I’ll start making calls. Someone out there has to be able to help us.”

I shake my head. “There isn’t time. We don’t have a lot of time left until the bank takes ownership. Even if we tried to get a loan, there would be no way to secure it before they take over the property.” I put my head in my hands again, sniffing back my tears. “I’m so sorry.”

Wyatt pulls me into a full body embrace. “We will figure this out together.”

“But what if we can’t? What will happen to Miranda and Doris?” My stomach threatens to empty itself all over me and him. I am absolutely sick, my body starting to shake.

“Here,” Wyatt says. “Get closer to the fire. You’re shivering.”

I shake my head.

“If you’re not going to help yourself, I’ll do it for you.” Wyatt begins undoing my coat, first the buttons and then the zipper.

Whatever. I don’t care anymore. I deserve to be cold since I am already miserable.

Immediately after my thoughts turn against me again, I feel his warm hands inside my flannel shirt.

My eyes pop open. Wyatt is smiling at me, inching closer with his full lips, beard, and kind eyes. Is he about to kiss me?

As I lean into his embrace, his hands slide around to my back, and he pulls me closer to him. “I will warm you up one way or the other,” he says. “I can’t have you catch your death of cold. Not when you mean this much to me.”

This much to him?

I close my eyes again and let my lips part as his make contact.

I breathe in his scent, the natural manliness he exudes covers the hard day of hiking we’ve endured.

My arousal is immediate and the crotch of my pants becomes so tight it is uncomfortable to sit cross-legged.

I shift my weight and reach for him as I do.

We both fall to our sides, our lips never leaving each other—tongues intertwined like two snakes mating in the den.

“I am falling in love with you,” I breathe into his ear, my words barely above a whisper.

He pulls away and looks into my eyes, his full of tears.

“Me too, Finn.” He closes the distance between us once again and kisses me so hard and deep, I can’t imagine it possible.

His hand roams over my chest and belly, exploring me like he is trying to learn and memorize me by touch alone.

Every curve, every breath, all at once. His touch is intoxicating and I feel my heart pounding in my throat.

My breaths come as gasps with each new pass of his hands and before I even realize it, I am unbuttoning my pants, desperate to free myself of their binds.

I roll over top of him and sit back onto my knees.

The greedy way he looks at my chest and lower belly sends tingles up my spine.

I want to feel him inside me, and I want it right now.

I growl softly as I kick my pants free and crawl back on top of him.

His belly moving up and down with each breath of his own.

It is clear he wants me as much as I want him.

Nothing makes that more obvious than when he pushes his hips up into my ass as I straddle him.

His fully erect cock is pressed so hard against my ass, I can feel it pulsing with his heartbeat.

Reaching between my legs, I find his zipper and unleash his beast. I wrap my hand around the base as best I can, stroking it slowly, using his precum to lubricate his head and shaft.

He moans. I want to sit on his cock, let the entirety slide deep inside of me.

I remember how the base stretched my hole, and yet he seems even thicker this time, momentarily making me wonder if I’d be able to take anymore.

Wyatt shifts underneath me and pulls out a condom.

The metallic package shines in the firelight like a beacon of hope.

“Where did you get that?” I ask, smiling.

He lets out a laugh, “I was hoping we’d have some time to do this again.

This time in the great outdoors, what an adventure.

Nothing like fresh air to make me even more horny for your bottom.

” He tears the condom wrapping open with one hand and his teeth.

Deftly, he slides it over his cock and says, “I love being with you, Finn.”

I sit back slowly, as Wyatt rubs his finger along my entrance.

First, sliding one finger inside me and then another.

I lean my head back and moan, the pleasure building.

Soon, he pulls free from me and places his thick cock against me.

I breathe out, long and slow, allowing the head of his cock to penetrate my hole.

Slowly at first, I rock back, letting it inside, a fraction at a time.

I let out my breath and push down further, his engorged dick feels like solid wood as it slides deeper inside me.

I come to rest my ass against his hips, he is fully inside now, and his cock is pulsing against my g-spot.

All my senses come alive. Suddenly the cave grows brighter, I can hear our breathing intensify with each thrust of his hips, and even the sweet smell of the pine burning in the fire sends goosebumps spreading across my naked body.

Over and over, I lean forward, sliding him in and out of me.

Every few seconds, Wyatt moans and sucks air through his teeth.

Leaning even closer, kissing him on the mouth, our tongues once again slide across each other, desperate to taste, feel, become one.

Wyatt grabs my hair in both hands, tugging just enough to want more.

He pulls my face closer, his hot breath against my neck.

His entire body feels like the surface of the sun, when he moves his hands across my skin, I can feel residual heat wherever he goes.

I want more. I need more. He says, “I want to come inside you. I love you, Finn.”

I’ve never been so happy to hear those three words.

I love you . Somehow, I know he means it.

It isn’t like the other man who’d said things and took them back.

Wyatt loves me. I take his face between my hands and kiss him long and deep, all the while he continues to fuck me.

I could ride him all night. I want to always remember this moment and have it again and again whenever I want.

“I love you, too,” I say.

Our movements are perfectly timed. He pushes up, and I push down.

His thick cock slides in deep and out, never fully leaving me.

Each stroke, faster and faster as we both are no doubt getting closer to climax.

Wyatt strains to keep rhythm against a rising need to come.

He pushes his head back into the cave floor as his hips ram against my ass.

“I want to come,” he says. “I’m getting so close.”

“Come inside me,” I say as I near my own rising surge. I start to work my shaft, sliding my slickened hand over my head, using my own precum to offer even more lubrication.

My breathing now comes in gasps, my moans in time with Wyatt. His thick cock pulses and thickens impossibly large as he tosses his head back once again. “Uhhh,” he moans.

As if his pleasure sounds trigger my own need for release, my balls tighten and the surge emanating deep inside me, begins surging to the surface. I throw my own head back and moan. “Yes, Wyatt. Push it inside me. Just like that. Oh…”

One last stroke and we both come hard, my release of hot cum spurting across his chest and belly, one ribbon reaching his neck and the side of his face.

At the same time, he jerks below me, his cock pulsing with pleasure deep inside.

I push back one last time, sending him as far in as I can and clench.

He moans again, breathing hard, sweat beading on his face and chest. He is trembling now with each little movement I try and, somehow, he is still hard.

I lean forward, causing him to slide out. I lay atop him, kissing his neck, our sweat and my release mixing together between us. “I love you,” he says.

“I love you, too.”