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Seconds later, she braced her left hand on my chest while her right sped up and a soft cry erupted from her. I felt her muscles contracting around me and started thrusting my hips, trying to help her out. When she threw her head back and let out another cry, I knew it was safe to release her nipples, grab her hips, and start bouncing her on top of me to get my own joy. It boiled out of me, a sweet thermonuclear eruption, and I fell still with her tightly pressed against me, my cock going soft inside her.
Kayley melted on top of me, her head on my shoulder.
“That… was…fantastic,” she muttered.
I was still trying to catch my own breath. “Backatcha, baby.” I squeezed her sweet ass and gently raked my nails up and down her back, loving the gentle shivers I earned in response.
I thought maybe she’d fallen back asleep when she finally lifted her head and looked at the clock, then met my gaze.
“This vacation is already going by way too fast,” she said.
I rubbed my nose against hers. “You can say that again.”
CHAPTER 12
Kayley
Part of me wished we could lounge in bed all day, especially now that I felt like Vic had melted every bone in my body into a gelatinous goo. Falling back asleep was my preferred option.
But I knew our presence here was conditional, meaning we couldn’t miss our appointment with Derek. I’d determined to make the best out of this situation, so that meant I also wanted to see all the… amenities.
Being out of our room also meant I wouldn’t feel tempted to turn the TV on and flip through news channels to learn the latest. I decided to operate with the mindset that if there was something I needed to know, either Vic or Leo would tell me.
I looked forward to hiking and horseback riding with Vic. We’d never had this long of a stretch of time to ourselves before now and I wanted to know what it felt like to be…normal.
Whatever the hellthatwas supposed to mean in my no-longer-normal life.
I knew Leo meant well, but now that he was forever Elliot’s First Gentleman, even once he was out of office I would likelybe recognized far more than I’d ever dreamed possible. Even if at a public event, I knew I’d carry the invisible weight of forever being Elliot Woodley’s sister-in-law, and I’d be hesitant to just be myself and relax out of the worry of the chances, no matter how slim, of someone watching me.
Once we made it into the shower, we stood there, Vic’s arms wrapped around me from behind, and savored the moment.
This mundane activity was yet another thing we couldn’t usually engage in. A brief, daily pleasure countless couples took for granted.
Dammit, I wantedthis. I wanted this everyday.
We eventually finished our shower, dressed, and Vic held my hand to lead the way out of our room in search of breakfast.
In the light of day my guess about the impressive views from the main lobby were verified. In fact I stopped, Vic stopping with me, to take it all in. I ignored the other people in the space and tried to will my mind to memorize every square inch. The lodge was beautiful, inside and out.
Through the windows, I studied the mountains out in the distance that didn’t look anything like the ones I normally ignored in LA. Their slopes called to me, inviting me to hike and explore, the golden morning sun sharply crisp and highlighting shadows thrown by their ridges and without any hint of smog in the air.
It would be too easy to picture myself spending a lot of time in this part of the country, and right now I didn’t even know what plans my long-term future held for me.
Finally, Vic gently squeezed my hand. “Sweetheart, let’s go eat and then we can look around before we meet with Derek.”
I forced my focus back onto him, loving his quirky little smirk. “Yeah.”
He led the way across the enormous lobby to the cafe. “This is where I got our food last night,” he said.
The server who greeted us invited us to sit anywhere. Vic picked a table by a window and my focus was once again captured by the gorgeous view. We ordered coffee and water and the server left to get our order while we decided what we wanted.
I was vaguely aware of Vic sliding a menu across the table to me. “What do you feel like this morning?”
“Running away from the world and never coming back,” I answered without thinking.
Then my brain processed what my mouth had spit out and I looked across the table to find Vic smiling. “With you, I mean. Obviously.”
His smile widened. “Obviously, baby.”
