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“I always want you to catch me.”
We’re on the top of the fall that only drops about twenty-five feet. There’s a large boulder in the middle of it, water running down the sides, along rocks, to the water beneath. You can’t really swim here, but despite the slippery rocks and current, you can wade through if you’re careful.
We’re surrounded by nothing but rocks, trees, and water, and there’s comfort in that, especially because of the man beside me.
“It’s so fucking pretty,” I say, again in awe of the surroundings here, seeing them with fresh eyes.
“Yeah,” Dusty replies. “It is.”
We spend some time there, and then I tug Dusty into the trees, claiming him with my mouth. The place where he imagined sucking me is not far from here, but I’m dying for the taste of him on my tongue.
He laughs when I start tugging at his clothes, dropping his shirt to the ground and following suit. “Want you so fucking much. Feel like I can’t ever get enough of you,” I admit.
“You have me,” he replies as I jerk his pants down, bury my face in his groin, and inhale his musky scent. It doesn’t matter that we’ve been sweating all day. Hell, I want that, want to taste the day I’ve shared with Dusty on his balls.
I lap at his sac, suck the globes into my mouth. His skin tastes like sweat and Dusty, and I take him deep, feeling like I’m starving and Dusty is the only thing that can keep me alive. I swallow around the head of his cock, my movements quick and needy. Dusty understands me. I don’t have to use words to show him what I want, so he fists his hand in my hair, tilts my head up, and says, “You’re gonna let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours now, aren’t you?”
“Yes, fuck yes.”
I work open my pants and pull my dick out, get to stroking before Dusty adds, “Look up at me, baby. I want to see you.”
My gaze finds his just before he thrusts into my mouth again. I can tell by his rapid, urgent moves that this is going to be just as fast for Dusty as it is for me.
I need him, want him to keep thrusting over and over until I can drink down his cum.
“Jesus, you’re the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen. Love seeing you this hungry for me. I’m already so fucking full, balls ready to spill down your throat.”
My eyes water as I take him, and he swipes at the few tears, making it so I can see him again, his movements slowing down, so each time he buries his dick in my throat, I have time to inhale through my nose and breathe him in. I love the scent of sweat, sex, and sugar maples invading me. Love the slight give of the earth cushioning my knees, savor the quick stroke of my own hand on my cock, as I sense Dusty about to lose control.
“Here it comes. Take it down for me. Swallow my load, Morgan. Put my cum where it belongs.” His dick jerks in my mouth, his release spurting onto my tongue. I take it to my stomach willingly, wishing I could just sit here with the flavor of him in my mouth and the smell of him in my nostrils forever. “Baby, I need you to shoot too,” he adds, another ribbon landing on my tongue.
Hearing him want my release makes my balls draw tighter, the world spin, and my jizz shoots from my cock, running through my fingers and onto the ground.
“Fuck, that was good,” he says, pulling from my mouth. Dusty tugs me to my feet, grabs my wrist, and licks my cum from my fingers. The way he watches me while he does it, his intense, vivid blue gaze telling me how much he loves tasting me, makes my blood heat. “Look at you, having dinner before lunch,” he teases.
“You’re fucking dirty.” I grin as I pull my pants up and fasten them. It’s not the most comfortable thing in the world, but I’ll live.
Dusty gets dressed too, and then we decide to have lunch here, at the bigger fall. We find a place to sit and pull out of the bag with the sandwiches we made. My story about Rhett earlier keeps tugging at my thoughts, which leads me straight to thinking about East and Ella. “She never got the chance to come here,” I say, surprising even myself. “Rhett or I never brought her…Dad certainly didn’t. Her nine years on this planet weren’t enough.”
Shadows dance across Dusty’s blue eyes as he moves closer. I don’t ever talk about Ella. Even when I was younger, I rarely spoke about her. After all these years, the wound is still too raw, the guilt too heavy a burden.
“No, baby. It wasn’t.” He puts his arm around me.
“She would have liked it here, though,” I say, trying to put a positive spin on the conversation. Being around Dusty makes me want to do that, to find ways not to live in my pain.
“Oh yeah. She and East would have chased each other around—well, she would have run from him, and he would have followed her. God, he loved her. She loved him too, of course, but I think he saw himself like her little protector.”
I chuckle, despite the guilt piling on more. Ella was Easton’s world, and I’m the reason we lost her, why he lost her. He did see himself as her protector, but he was just a baby too. It wasn’t his fault. It was mine.
“I didn’t count,” slips past my lips for the first time in my life. The truth is there, laid out bare for Dusty to see.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, I didn’t count. They wanted to play hide-and-seek, and I was angry I had to watch them, that I had to play with them. That Dad got to be at work, and Rhett got to be at a school function. They had a life, and I didn’t, and instead of dealing with my responsibilities, I took my anger out on East and Ella. I sat on my bed while they waited in their hiding spots for their big brother to come find them, and I never came. Ella died waiting for me while I resented her and East for being alive.”
A cry breaks from my throat. Fear clings to me for a moment before I realize that my eyes are blurry because they are filled with tears, running down my face like the falls in the distance and soaking my shirt.
“What? No, baby. That’s not your fault. You had the right to be angry at situations in your life. It was a terrible, horrible accident, but it wasn’t your fault. Even if you had been looking for them, Ella still could have had that accident.”
