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“I know this is a lot for you.” I reach up to paint her nipples with her slickness. They’re hard, her breasts firm, filling my hand. “But you’re really doing so well. Give it a minute. I feel you stretching for me, yeah? You feel it too?”
“I do. Oh, Duke.” She arches her back and reaches behind her, digging her fingers into the hair at the nape of my neck. “This feels amazing. More. Please. Anything you do, I want more of it.”
I’m smiling like an idiot in the darkness as I begin to fuck her in earnest. I play with her nipples, her pussy fluttering around me.
“Touch yourself.” I take her hand and guide it to her center. “Make yourself come on my dick. You know how much I like that.”
“Okay.” Her fingers move over her clit.
“Good girl.”
She comes a few heartbeats later, her body seizing. I soothe her as best as I can, murmuring her name in her ear while I steadily rock in and out of her.
So much skin. So much closeness, her body wrapped up in mine. We’re a cozy, warm mess underneath the covers, and I wonder vaguely if I’ve ever been happier.
I come inside her with a curse. She laughs. My heart has wings.
I want this to last forever. But I know all good things must come to an end.
CHAPTER 12
One Last Hurrah in the U-Haul
Duke
The weekend does end. But not before Wheeler and I spend the entire time naked in bed, because Aspen Leather Company’s trunk show was canceled. They’re working to reschedule it for sometime later this summer.
We’re officially stranded underneath a blanket of snow that reachesfour feetin some places. It’s bitterly cold outside, but luckily the power comes back on early Friday morning.
When Wheeler and I are not fucking, we’re sleeping.
When we’re not sleeping, we’re fucking.
In between, we manage to shower, eat, and polish off the box of wine. We found a treasure trove of frozen pizzas and burritos in the freezer. Thank God for that, because I need to carb load for the kind of athletic sex Wheeler and I have more times than I can count.
Nevertheless, according to the scale in the primary bathroom, I’m down five pounds by the time Monday morning rolls around. I’m sore in places I didn’t know existed.
“I think you mighta given me the best workout of my life this weekend,” I say to Wheeler as I load our suitcases into the tiny space behind the seats in the U-Haul’s cab. “Gonna need to stop for some Advil on the way to the interstate.”
Luckily the roads have been cleared, and temps are steadily climbing into positive Fahrenheit territory. All weekend, we’ve seen wind chills of up to minus twenty degrees.
Wheeler smiles. “We can do that, sure.”
Our breath fogs around us in the air.
All weekend long, Wheeler was open and vulnerable and real. She didn’t hold back. She laughed loudly, came hard, and fucked me like the rock star she is. She was down to try all the positions. Have sex in all the rooms at all hours of the day.
There were a few times, like that first night when she begged me with her words and her body to stay close, that I sensed she felt insecure. Why she’d feel that way, I have no idea. Clearly I’m obsessed with her.
Clearly I wanna keep doing this.
I’ve thought all morning about telling her how I feel. When we’re back in Hartsville, I don’t want to drop her off at the New House. I wanna take her to my place, the old foreman’s cottage on my family’s ranch that we recently renovated.
I wanna take her on a date. Many dates.
But it’s one thing to hook up when you’re snowed in and there’s literally nothing else to do.
It’s quite another to start a relationship.
