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He’s quiet, and I wish I knew what he was thinking. It’s a reminder that we’re still virtual strangers.

I want to know everything about him. I don’t want to be strangers.

But the thought of having kids right now is pretty low on my radar. He wants them, and soon. That feels big—like it’s something that could eventually spell the end of whatever it is we’re starting. It’s a reminder that the twelve years that span between us actually could get in the way of making this work outside of this fantasy weekend.

“What about your parents?” he asks.

“I didn’t know who my father was until about three years ago. My whole life, my mother lied to me and told me she didn’t know who he was. Just before my eighteenth birthday, I took one of those ancestry tests. I tracked down a first cousin, and I ended up meeting my dad through her. He lived in Vegas, so I decided to switch from UC Denver, where I’d already committed to attending, to UNLV, where my best friend had already committed to attending anyway and I’d already been accepted. I’ve spent the last three years getting to know my father and learning all the ways my mother was totally and completely toxic through my entire childhood.”

“That must’ve been really tough,” he says.

I press my lips together as the hot sting of tears threatens behind my eyes. “It was. She lied to me my entire life. My dad knew she’d had me, and he sent her checks every month, but she threatened him in a lot of different ways to stay out of my life.” I sigh. “It’s complicated. I had a good childhood, for the most part, but every time I asked about him, she lied.”

“Why?” he asks. “Did she do it to protect you or something?”

“I haven’t asked, to be honest. I’m still too angry with her.”

“She’s still your mom, Gabby. She must have had some reason,” he points out.

“Maybe. And maybe someday I’ll ask, but I’m happy living with my dad and getting to know him better,” I say. “I don’t want to cloud that with whatever my mom says about him now. I won’t know if it’s truth or lies anyway, so I’ve taken the last three years to form my own opinion.”

“What was it like when you met him?” he asks.

I shake my head as I swipe away a tear that tips over. “It felt like I’d found a missing piece of myself, you know? I’m so much like him and I never had the chance to know him growing up. I don’t know if I can ever forgive my mother for that.”

“Well if losing my dad at a young age taught me anything, it’s that we’re not guaranteed anything. If you want to make amends with your mom, do it before you lose your chance,” he says.

“Yeah,” I murmur. “You sound like a wise old man spouting platitudes.”

“I’ll show you old, Sunshine.”

I giggle, but then he shifts so he’s suddenly hovering over me, and the giggling ceases as pure lust drives into its place. He thrusts his hips against mine, his hard cock ready to come out and play.

He presses soft kisses to my neck. “We need to get you on birth control so I can have my way with you any time I want,” he mutters against my skin.

“I’ll get on it tomorrow,” I moan as I roll my hips against his.

He chuckles, the sound humming through me as my tummy does a little flip.

His lips move along my neck to my jawline and eventually to my own lips, and we kiss luxuriously there in the bed of my truck, the stars gleaming above us as the feelings I’ve been feeling since the moment I met him take root deep in my chest, burrowing in as they vow to stay a while.

I reach down and pull a condom from my pocket, and I hold it between the two of us. “I came prepared,” I say, and he nips another soft kiss to my lips as he snatches it from between my fingers.

We both glance around. There’s nobody out here, and even if someone was coming, we’d hear them from plenty of space away to cover ourselves with the blanket.

With that in mind, I push on his chest. I pull my shirt over my head and unhook my bra, and then I shimmy out of my jeans and panties. I push on his chest until he’s lying all the way back. He’s still fully clothed, but I’m completely naked. I climb over the top of him, spreading my legs so they’re on either side of him as I feel the rough fabric of his jeans right against my most sensitive parts. He reaches up to run his hands along my torso, stopping to feel my breasts, and I gyrate over the top of him, my movements picking up speed as he tweaks my nipples. He pumps up into me, managing to hit my clit through his jeans, and I cry out into the quiet stillness of the night.

“Fuck yeah,” he murmurs. “Get it, baby. Come for me.” My eyes meet his as he brushes his thumbs across my nipples, and the sight of his lust-glazed eyes in the darkness out here is overwhelming.

I reach down to tease my own clit as I keep gyrating over him, and he continues to thrust toward me.

The sensations are enough to push me over the edge, and I tip my head back and push my tits into his hands as a fierce orgasm rips through me. My legs shake as the contractions ripping through me start to slow, and he drops his hands from my breasts to run them along my thighs.

I collapse down on top of him, and his palms move to my back. He rubs my back gently as I live in the bliss for a few beats, and then he says, “Fuck, that was hot.”

I’m inexperienced. I’m not a virgin, but he makes me want to do things I’ve never done before. He makes me feel confident and sexy…something the boys I’ve been with before never managed to make me do.

Eventually my heartbeat starts to return to normal, and I sit up again. His dick is still hard against my body, and I reach down and tug on his shirt. He wrestles out of it, and I move off him long enough to tug on the button of his jeans. He helps pull them down and kick them off along with his boxer briefs, and then he rips open the condom and rolls it on.

“Do you need a minute?” he asks.

I shake my head slowly as I climb over him again. “I want you inside me.”

“Your wish is my command,” he says, and he fists his cock as I line up over the top of him.

I slam down, and we both grunt at the feel.

“God, you’re so tight after that orgasm. I fucking love how you feel,” he says.

I don’t know what to say to that. You’re so big and hard sounds stupid, but I force the self-conscious thoughts away and live in the moment. “Your cock feels so good inside me.” My voice is tentative, but the lust in his eyes seems to intensify at my words, so he must like it.

“Get used to it, Sunshine,” he says, and then his hands move to my ass, and he directs our movements from the bottom as he starts to move his cock in and out of me.

Emotions course through me as we each fill the air with our moans, a beautiful soundtrack to the quiet night. I never want it to end, but I feel it building toward another orgasm. I never want to let him go, but he has to. He’s catching a flight back home tomorrow and who knows what will come next? Even if he moves here, there’s no guarantee it’ll feel the way it has over this weekend.

It’s unnatural for feelings to be this intense this soon…or maybe that’s just what we’re taught either by society or through personal experience as we allow feelings to grow and develop over time.

It’s not love yet…but at the same time, what I feel for Cooper after the last twenty-four hours is even stronger than what I felt for Jace, who I dated for eight months.

It might be love. And if it’s not, if it’s just passion and lust, I know that with enough time and nurturing, it could turn into love.

We don’t need to define it for now. We just need to live in the moment, to live in the feelings, to live in each other as inhibitions are tossed aside and we allow this to happen.

“Fuck,” he growls, and my eyes fly open to watch the show as he starts to come. His face is beautiful as it contorts with pleasure, pleasure he’s taking from me , from my body, and I memorize every beautiful freckle, every gorgeous line, every masculine detail as he pumps into me. When his pleasure slows, he lets go of my ass and grabs one of my breasts in one hand and he thumbs my clit with the other. I ride out the wave, and then the pleasure slams into me all at once.

I cry out as the brutal climax takes over. I writhe over the top of Cooper while I wait it out, and when it slows, I collapse over him once again.

He doesn’t pull out of me. Instead, we lie together for a long time in silence as he strokes my back and our panting slows. I think I fall asleep for a beat, because eventually he shifts and slips out of me, and it’s the loss of our connection that seems to wake me.

I move off him and reach into the basket, and then I hand him a little package of tissue I brought along in case that happened. He chuckles as he takes care of the condom, and I put my clothes back on. He does the same, and then we gaze up at the stars together a little longer.

Soft conversation flows between us as we continue to get to know one another on a deeper level…as we continue to inexplicably fall for each other, the end in sight as time marches on later and later into the night, both of us dreading daybreak when it’ll be time for this weekend together to end.