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“Yeah,” she whimpered, head dropped to one side.
“Good.” Another swat. “Tell me, Mila,” I said, leaning back to assess the red mark I’d left on her ass. It was just visible in the firelight. “Who do you belong to?”
“You.” She threw her head back and screamed. “I belong to you.”
“Good girl.”
As if spurred on by my praise, she thrust against me, her breathing growing more ragged.
I focused on deep, hard thrusts, soaking in the way her moans echoed off the trees.
“That’s it.” I groaned, fucking her faster. “You’re so close I can feel it.”
Soon she was crying out and pulsing around me. I spanked her again, hard, and she unraveled, her body quaking and nonsensical words spilling from her mouth.
I grit my teeth, intent on letting her ride out her orgasm. It was a miracle I didn’t lose control, but as she came down, I pulled out and spilled myself all over her ass cheeks, a thrill coursing through me at the sight of my seed dripping down her still pink skin.
I’d never seen anything sexier in my life.
After cleaning her up and helping her back into her pants, I pulled her into my lap, burying my face in her hair.
“I love the woods,” she said, as I peppered her face with kisses.
“You just like getting fucked up against a tree,” I teased.
She cocked a brow. “Can we do it again sometime?”
“Of course. That’s a white pine. But we should try out other species too.”
“For science.” She smirked.
“Yes. I mean, what if you come harder against a maple?”
She giggled. “Or a birch.”
“Yes, Trouble.” I tipped her chin up and stole a kiss. “We have a lot of research to do.”
Chapter38
Mila
The phone rang when we were eating the steaks Henri and Alice had packed. We’d skipped the champagne, too keyed up from our outdoor fuckfest and the anxiety of waiting for news. We’d hiked and had a rock skipping competition in the lake to help pass the time.
If I wasn’t so damn terrified, it would have been fun. Though it seemed impossible that anything could be hotter than Jude making pizza or chopping wood, the man here in his natural element absolutely was.
“What’s happening?” I asked, looking out the window into the dark wilderness.
“This is Parker Gagnon. I’m sitting here with Agent Bryce Portnoy of the FBI and Sergeant Williams of the Maine State Police.”
I let out an exhale, my shoulders sinking in relief. “Okay.”
“Jude’s family is here too. Ms. LeBlanc and Mr. Hebert.”
“We’re happy to report that through joint cooperation, we’ve secured several arrest warrants. They’ll be executed overnight.”
“That’s great news,” Jude said.
As much as I wanted to be excited, apprehension still swirled in my stomach. “Did you arrest Charles Huxley?”
