She excused herself to take the dogs for a run. Shadow had a favorite park and Molly had her ball toss and Frisbee. Bear didn’t know the routines but learned quickly. The dogs raced for every ball, excited for the next. Wonder what Bart was up to on his computer? He had another source of income. The suggestion was that it was some kind of internet business. He needed to check on it monthly, but only needed a couple hours. Hmm. She couldn’t figure out what that could be, especially ifit was generating income—enough that he didn’t need to use his disability check.
Her best guess was some kind of investment portfolio that he needed to shift around monthly. Maybe new money coming in that needed to be invested. But where would he get money? Maybe he saved his army income for six years. An Army Ranger would be well paid, and he’d have extra pay for serving in combat zones. She didn’t think he was buying and selling, but he could be. Harder to picture. Hmm. He had secrets. A secret place he lived. A secret business he didn’t talk about. Secrets weren’t good. For some reason, he wasn’t reaching out to his family, but he was on email with Kitty. Hmm.
She ran the dogs for an hour. They needed it, and she liked being with them. They were so happy together. How fun that she’d met a guy with a dog who’d made friends with Shadow. Well, more than friends. They were about to become parents.
Back at the coffee shop, she left the dogs in the Jeep, entered the front door quietly and watched Bart from a distance. He was deep into whatever he was doing, studying the screen for long periods of time, occasionally typing, and back to studying. After a few minutes, she approached and sat down. His coffee cup was empty. It had been two hours. He looked up.
“I’m almost done. Maybe five more minutes. Are the dogs okay?”
“Yeah. I gave them a good run. Can I get you more coffee?”
“No, I’m good. If you’ve finished your business, I’ll be good to go in a minute.”
They rode in silence back to the resort. It was late afternoon, the warmest part of the day. The dogs were happy in the warmbreeze. Molly was looking forward to happy hour. Would there be some action before dinner? Fine with her. But it really didn’t matter. She’d had sex twice in the last twenty four hours. Twice a day was usually enough. Was she aroused? Well, yes. So far, she’d been aroused any time she was with this man. But she didn’t need it. She’d be content to spend another evening with him and crawl in bed at the end of it.
He’d made no mention of his plans. Somehow she’d assumed when he came out of the mountains that it was for two nights and just enough time to do his business. She assumed they’d have the evening and overnight and he’d leave in the morning. She didn’t want to ask. She was ready to accept whatever was going on with him. The resort pretty much ran itself. Her managers didn’t need a lot of guidance. They liked having independence and the freedom to make decisions on their own. That gave her the freedom to work short days when she wanted.
She pulled the Jeep up to the end of the stables near Beryl’s stall.
“I could use an hour here unpacking, loading canisters, and the like. I want to get the perishables out of paper bags and into sealed plastic containers.”
“Unless you need help, maybe I’ll give Jo a little exercise.”
“Perfect. I have my system. Probably best for me to do this alone. See you in an hour.”
Jo was lethargic. Molly saddled her up and moved her out of the stables. But she didn’t want to run, and was content to have a slow walk. It made Molly sad seeing Jo like this. She couldn’thave too much more time. She rubbed her neck and talked with her while they ambled along, Shadow and Bear running ahead.
“It’s okay, girl, you just take your time. No rush. Whatever feels good to you. I had a nice day with my mountain man. Shadow is pretty involved with her new friend. She’s going to have pups, you know. Maybe four or five more weeks. Going to be exciting.”
It was a melancholy ride, but she was glad she did it. Her days of riding with Jo were numbered.
As she drove the Jeep from the stables up the dirt road to the cabin, she felt the arousal building. They’d fooled around yesterday afternoon and last night in bed, but not in the morning. Spending the entire day with Bart had been intoxicating. She’d learned a lot about her mountain man. But right now, she was thinking of him naked. Either now or at bed, it didn’t matter, but now would be just fine.
She took his arm as they walked up the path to the cabin, and the dogs took off for the woods. The action started the minute the door closed. He pulled her into his arms, she looked up, and sparks started flying. The kissing started hot and got hotter. His hands moved instantly to her breasts, which were on fire. He was squeezing her hard ends as she was grinding her pelvis into his arousal. Oh boy, they both had it bad. The kissing never stopped, deep, moist, open-mouthed, tongue twisting kisses. Passionate, hot, pressing.
They stopped to strip, leaving a pile of clothes in the middle of the living room. He pulled a condom out of his pocket. She took it and dropped to her knees. He was erect. This was one time she was pretty good at multitasking as she simultaneouslyopened the condom with her hands while working the end of his erection with her mouth. God, he was hard, really hard. The condom open, she rolled it on, inspecting to make sure it was properly installed.
He lifted her as she wrapped her arms round his neck and her legs around his waist. Holding her effortlessly, he brought his rock hard erection to her opening and stayed there while they kissed, both moaning. Then she shrieked when he dramatically drove himself all the way to the end. They were free standing in the room. He was strong enough to hold her independently. He slipped his arms under her legs, raising her knees to the sides of her torso. Completely impaled, she held on for dear life as he started incredible rapid-fire, deep strokes.
Molly could hear herself gasping and groaning, his every thrust penetrating her as deeply as a man could. It should have hurt, but it didn’t. It was fantastic. She was over lubricated, a loud smacking sound accompanying every stroke, the pressure in exactly the right place. She brought her mouth to his as they attempted to kiss while simultaneously grunting and groaning. The result was a delightful mess, spittle flying, guttural groans, squeals, and pants. She’d had sex against the wall many times, but this was unbelievable. He was pounding unmercifully, freestanding, keeping them balanced in the middle of the room. Her chin was now on his shoulder as she gasped for breath.
With a final flurry, her contractions started, followed closely by his release, then a lengthy series of climaxing spasms. She’d never had an orgasm last so long. It just kept coming and coming, rolling through her in waves. She tightened her grip around his neck, holding tight. He was still deeply inside, and she could feel his pulses as he swayed back and forth, like the last slow dance at the Saturday night Grange.
Finally, still embedded, he carried her into her bedroom, gently laying her on her back, and finally withdrew. Molly settledon the bed, her head on the pillow, lying on her back, legs and arms spread, while he disposed of the condom. He returned with a warm, wet wash cloth. She let him gently wash between her legs before he did the same to himself and disposed of the wash cloth in the bathroom hamper. He returned and lay on the bed next to her, taking her hand. They were both still breathing hard, hearts pounding, recovering from the energetic sex.
She said, “Now, that’s what I’m talking about.”
He didn’t say anything. She chuckled. He didn’t talk during or after sex. Fine. She didn’t need that. She could do that for both of them.
“I wasn’t expecting that.”
No words.
Imitating his deep voice, she said, “Yeah, Molly, you were fantastic. Best sex I’ve ever had.”
No words.
Using her own voice, “Oh, Bart, you’re such a big brute. I love it when you pound your horse parts deep inside me.”
