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God, it wasn’t going to take long for me to cum, but I needed her to get there first. If this was my only time fucking Becca, I was going to make it last.
I pulled out and knelt down, using my tongue to play with her clit. God the taste of her. I wanted—no needed—more. I feasted like I hadn’t eaten in a week until her moans quickened. She was close.
I slid my dick back in with a quick, strong thrust. She grunted and clamped down on me. This was it. Her walls pulsated along my cock as we both reached our climax at the same time.
“Best fucking sex…in a long time,” I panted, my movements relentless.
“Only sex…in a long time,” she quipped breathlessly, but her body betrayed her wit, convulsing around me in repeated waves of pleasure.
“Smartass,” I grunted, but I couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up. It was messy, it was intense, and it was undeniably us—fierce, passionate, and a little bit wild.
After our heated encounter, the cabin was thick with the scent of sex and sweat. Becca, flushed and disheveled, eyed me with a blend of satisfaction and irritation.
“Let’s go see my fawn,” she said, pushing a stray lock of her brown hair behind her ear. “But only if you can guarantee me a warm shower at the station.”
I chuckled, my gaze lingering on the curve of her lips. “Deal. But if you take too long, I might just have to join you. Ensure you're conserving water—environmental responsibility and all that.”
Her laughter was like music, light and teasing. “Oh, is that your excuse? Here I thought you couldn't resist another round with my irresistible curves.”
“Guilty as charged,” I admitted, leaning against the door frame, arms crossed over my chest. “Your curves could start an inferno hotter than any wood stove.”
She rolled her eyes but couldn't quite hide the pleased smirk. “Keep dreaming, mountain man. This,” she gestured to herself, “is a one-time wilderness special.”
“Wilderness special, huh?” I quipped, stepping closer, the air between us sparking with the promise of more. “Sounds like a limited-time offer. Might need to cash in before it expires.”
Becca placed a hand on my chest, stopping me mid-stride, her touch sending a jolt through me. “Don't push your luck,” she warned, but her eyes danced with humor.
“Never,” I said, grabbing her hand and bringing it to my lips with a sly grin. "Wouldn't dream of it.”
“Good,” she retorted, yanking her hand back. "Now let's go. I really need a shower.”
“Lead the way,” I said with a mock bow, watching her stride out the door. Damn, if she wasn't a contradiction with legs—curves that begged to be held tight and a spirit that refused to be tamed.
And I wouldn't want her any other way.
6
Rebecca
The ranger station loomed before me, a beacon of hope for my tired body and frayed nerves. I parked behind Connor's truck, my anticipation building as I envisioned the warm shower I'd been craving. But first, I needed to check on Rosie.
“Come on, Scooter,” Connor said, using the old nickname that irritated the hell out of me. “Let's visit the wildlife rescue before you hit the showers.”
As we walked toward the onsite facility, memories of my childhood crush on Connor surfaced, along with the hurt he had caused me back then. He had been Matt's best friend, but at times it had felt like he’d also been my personal tormentor. I shook my head, attempting to clear those thoughts away. This was a new beginning, and the past couldn't hold me back.
The moment I saw Rosie, my heart melted. Despite her bandaged leg, she hobbled over to me with an unmistakable spark of recognition in her dark eyes.
“Looks like someone remembers you,” Connor noted, his voice softening as he watched the baby deer approach us. The tenderness in his tone only made my conflicting emotions toward him intensify.
"Hey there, Rosie," I whispered, crouching down beside her. She nuzzled my hand, and the warmth of her breath against my skin melted my heart. Connor joined me, a gentle smile playing on his lips.
"Isn't it amazing how animals can remember kindness?" he mused, and I couldn't help but notice how the chemistry between us seemed to thicken the air around us.
"Here, let's help feed her," Connor said, producing a bottle of milk from his pocket. As we both reached for it, our hands brushed against each other, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. My heart fluttered, further fueling the desire simmering beneath the surface. I tried to ignore it, telling myself that it was just a fleeting sensation.
"Ready?" Connor asked, his piercing blue eyes meeting mine. I nodded, and together we guided the bottle to Rosie's eager mouth. The sight of the baby deer feeding from our joined hands made my heart swell, and I couldn't help but smile.
"Thank you," I murmured to Connor. "For everything." Despite the years of torturous teasing and taunting, there was no denying the genuine person he had become. I could see it in the way he cared for Rosie, and in the way he looked at me now.
