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She’s still looking shell-shocked. Standing, I mutter, “I didn’t mean to say that.” Her eyes widen further and she freezes. I shake my head, “No, I mean. I do. I am… I’m in love with you, Wren. I’ve said it. I’m not going to pretend I don’t… But, you don’t… I don’t expect you to say it. I’m sorry that I ruined the moment by blurting it out…”

She smiles slowly and reaches for my hand. Her eyes flit across my face as she chuckles. “Oh, Blaze.” She sighs and links her fingers with mine, trying to pull me back down to the chair. “You didn’t ruin anything… I was, I mean Iamsurprised that you said it, but, well, I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you, too.” Her words came out so fast…

Did she just say that she loved me, too?

She spoke really fast, so, did I hear that right?!

“Did you just say that you think you love me, too, Wren?” My heart is racing and my stomach is in knots as I wait for confirmation that what I heard was what I heard.

She blushes as she looks up at me. She stands and wraps her arm around my neck while still holding my hand. Her elbow is behind my neck and our linked hands are behind her back as she stands on her toes to look directly into my eyes. Her body is pressed against me from ankle to chest. She nods. “Yes, I did. I’m pretty sure that you’ve swept me off my damn feet.”

Growling, I release her hand and yank her into me. “No I haven’t. Not yet.” My mouth captures hers in a passionate kiss. Her hands are digging into my scalp as she presses her chest into mine and her hips against me. Pulling just my head back, I grunt at her as she tries to catch her breath. “You need to eat… fast. Because, Iamabout to sweep you off your feet, carry you into that house, and make love to you until neither of us has the energy to even breathe.”

Her eyes go wide and turn a smoke gray. She sucks her lip into her mouth and bites it as her hands trail over my neck and shoulders before trailing down my chest. Grabbing her hands, I stop her. “Nope. Eat… Now. Don’t even go into the house. You have about five minutes. But, you have to eat. You’ll need your energy.” Slapping her ass, I step back and turn the grill off. She grabs the tongs and slaps a weenie on a bun. She bites into it and waves her hand at her mouth, “Shit! Hot!”

I scarf two hot dogs down before she wipes her mouth and crooks her finger at me, saying with authority, “House… now.”

Her wish is my command.

Whatever she wants.

Scooping her up into my arms, Rhett Butler style, I carry her into the house, kicking the door shut behind us. The bed is upstairs in the loft, but, I can’t wait long enough to carry her up a ladder. My cock is ready…now.

Setting her on her feet near the door, I yank at her shorts. There’s no button, thank God! Her hips shake, helping me to discard her shorts and panties. They fall down her legs and she steps out of them as she unfastens my own shorts. Her hands push both my shorts and boxer briefs down and I lift her as they reach my knees. Her back is against the wall as I surge into her. She’s so wet, I slide right in. Her knees wrap around my back and her ankles dig into the top of my ass as I pound into her. The sounds of our frantic breathing, moaning, and flesh as we come together again and again bounce off the walls of the small cabin.

Her breathy moans are making me wild as she digs her fingers into my shoulders and uses the wall and her thighs to move against me. My hands are cupping her ass as I surge into her before sliding out and slamming back in. This is the hardest, the wildest, we’ve ever been.

Leaning down, she licks my neck before sucking on the skin that meets my shoulder. My hips are moving so fast that I’m surprised we don’t topple to the floor. She tightens around my shaft and her ass clenches as she screams against my skin, “Blaze…Baby… Oh, shit…Ohhhhhhhh…Ohhhhh…”

I feel her pussy clenching around me and my own back arches as I surge into her once more, roaring, “Wren…Oh, baby… I love you… Fuuuuuuck,” emptying myself inside of her.

Once my body stops convulsing, I lean into her sweaty shoulder and press a kiss to her neck. Her head rolls to look at me and she smiles. Her face is full of wonder and sexual satisfaction. She mutters, “How is every damn time better than the time before?!”

Chuckling, I hug her to me and gingerly cross the cabin, still inside of her. We enter the bathroom and I set her on her feet before inhaling and holding onto the wall as I fill the surprisingly large garden tub for both of us.

Chapter Twelve

Wren

Yesterday was theFourth and we spent the entire day lounging in the sun on the deck, swimming, or tubing in the lake. It was wonderful and other than a few locals, we didn’t have to speak to anyone else. Last night there were fireworks over the lake and we sat on the deck together and watched them… until we got too caught up in each other and made passionate love under the stars again.

We’ve been so active both in, and out, of the bed that we’ve gone through most of the food we brought with us. Blaze is about to make a trip back into town for a food-run, but I decided I wanted to go with him. I want to grab a few ingredients for my much loved potato salad and try to wow him with it. He’s been grilling and other than peeling a few vegetables or making a salad, I haven’t contributed very much.

The ride into town is short. It’s only about ten minutes, so we have the radio up loud and the windows rolled down. It’s hot, but when we’re in motion, it’s not unbearable. Once we stop, that’s another story though.

Blaze turns into the parking lot of the store and we roll up the windows, leaving a crack, and hop out. He heads to the meat department and I decide to grab the other stuff we need, so we can get back to the cabin and the water in short order.

I’m reaching for a carton of eggs in the refrigerated section when I hear, “Wren? Wren LeSalle? No fucking way!”

After grabbing the eggs, I close the door and turn. My back straightens as I recognize the woman standing in front of me. Eight years later and she looks the same… Same condescending sneer… Same bleached hair… And, same fake and bake tan.

Dryly, I reply, “Morgan… Yes, it’s me.”

Her eyes travel over me and she smirks and purses her lips as she sees my thigh tattoo and the tattoos on my wrist and shoulder. She asks snidely, “What are you doing here? Do youlivearound here, now?!”

Whatever, bitch.

I treat her to the same look she gave me and smile coldly, “I’m on a mini vacation. I still live around town. Doyoulive around here?”

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