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His grip on my hips tightened and he thrust harder. I fisted the sheets, breathing hard, relishing the way he fucked me like this. Like I could take it. He didn’t treat me like I was broken. He loved me like I was whole and strong enough to handle him.
I loved it.
The heady rush of a second orgasm hit me like fireworks. He grunted hard and drove in deep while my pussy pulsed around him. I felt his cock throb as he emptied himself into me. Groaning, thrusting hard, both of us lost in this moment. In each other. In the intense physical expression of everything we felt.
When he finished, he slipped out and let go of my hips. I collapsed onto the bed, breathing hard.
“I don’t think I can move,” I said, my face in the sheets.
He toppled over next to me and slid his hand around my waist. Hauled me against him. “Then just stay right here, love.”
We lay together, completely spent, catching our breath. His sweat mingled with mine and he peppered my ear and neck with gentle kisses.
It was everything I needed. He was everything I needed. I was sated, content, and so in love.
34
MAYA
Saturday afternoon, we sat out on the back porch steps, side by side. Gibson idly tossed a ball for Cash—his fenced-in area was working out great—and listened to the birds sing.
Without a pressing need to go anywhere, we’d spent the day at home. We didn’t know what we were going to do if Lee Williams stuck around, or if he started poking around enough to come out here. For now, he had an entire town watching his every move, and he had no idea they were doing it.
Gibson’s phone buzzed and he gave it the side eye for a moment before checking.
“Huh. Henrietta’s got something trapped in her cabin again.”
“Henrietta? The woman who doesn’t speak?”
He nodded and stood. “She says it’s a bear, but it’s probably just an angry raccoon. I should hike up there and help her get rid of it.”
I blinked at him a few times. “I have so many questions right now.”
His mouth curled in that slow, sexy grin that turned my insides to liquid. “Do you want to come out with me? It’s a bit of a hike, but nothing you can’t handle.”
“Yeah, that sounds great.”
Gibson suggested I put on long pants to keep my legs from getting scratched, so I changed into jeans. A bank of clouds had rolled in, dimming the sunshine, and there was a crispness to the air. Fall was descending on the West Virginia mountains.
With a very excited Cash on his leash, we struck out into the woods. Gibson had a backpack stuffed full, although I wasn’t sure what he’d put in it. The land rose steadily, and we had to pick our way through the underbrush, eventually coming to a more defined trail. Cash scrambled over logs and rocks, his tail wagging. He seemed to be enjoying our little adventure.
“I take it you’ve been out here before.”
“Couple times,” he said. “She got real sick once—the flu, I think—so I brought her a supply of canned soup and some Tylenol to get her fever down. And last year she had a raccoon problem.”
“Do you know anything about her? Why she lives out here?”
“Nope.”
I grabbed a branch and used it to balance as I pulled myself up a particularly steep incline. “But aren’t you curious about her?”
“A bit. But it’s her life. She should be able to live it how she wants without people bothering her about it. Besides, if she wanted me to know more, she’d tell me.”
“But she doesn’t talk.”
“She communicates just fine.”
We continued in silence for a while. It was a tough hike. Yoga kept me strong and flexible, but this was something else. Just when I thought I might have stop and rest—my legs were burning—the land leveled off. The trees were thick and the cool air felt good.
