“In a dark, wooded valley.”
“Yup.”
“Any views?”
“Not from the cabin. The cabin is tucked back in the woods. It’s a short hike to a viewpoint with a southern exposure whereI have the solar charging station. I go there daily to change batteries and enjoy the view.”
“Got a seat there?”
“Yup. I built a custom chair just for that spot. On nice days, I take a bear skin to sit on while reading and writing. It’s my favorite place. Not unlike this.”
“How far is the view?”
“Two or three hundred miles. Up into the Canadian Rockies. Snowcapped peaks. Dark green old forests. Alpine lakes. As good as it gets, really.”
“And no civilization.”
“We have a little civilization in Dark Hollow.”
“You and your family.”
“Yes.”
“And your family is about to get larger.”
“Yes, it is.”
“How big is a lynx litter?”
“I was just doing some research on that this morning. The internet says two or three is a typical litter. The range is one to five.”
“Hope it goes okay.”
“No reason to think it won’t.”
She turned to face him. A warm breeze was blowing in her face. She was aroused, the moment perfect. The only thing that would make it better was a kiss from this guy. And she got more than she was hoping for. Pressing her breasts into his chest, she looked up. The first kiss was warm, short, sweet, a soft kiss. It nearly swept her away. It felt so good in the open air. She took a deep breath, the pine scent filling her lungs, the warm sun on her back. The second kiss was longer and deeper. She didn’t press, wanting it to mature on its own. And mature it did as mouths opened, moisture gathered, and lips worked. She felt it in every part of her body. The next kiss was a full-blooded, open-mouthed, passionate kiss that wouldn’t end because neither wanted it to.
When it finally did, their faces were red and hot, Molly was panting. She looked into his eyes. Oh, boy, it was happening. She looked around for a place and saw a rock with a flat side that had been in the sun all afternoon. He was unfastening her pants as she was unbuckling his belt. She didn’t have a condom and chuckled when she saw him produce one from his pocket. Good man. Always prepared. She slipped off her boots, slipped off her jeans and panties, and laid them on a nearby rock. He pulled his jeans and shorts to his knees. No need to take them off. She went to her knees to put the finishing touches on his preparation. Didn’t take long. He was hard and ready to go.
She backed up against the flat rock, feeling the heat on her bottom and lower back while he was rolling on the condom. Holding his erection between her legs, he moved it back and forth until it was damp and slick. Her body ready, she took the shaft and pulled him inside with a moan. She lifted her legs and locked them around his waist, her back pressed against the hot flat rock. He put his hands under her bottom and began thrusting, hard, deep, and penetrating.
Molly put her chin on his shoulder and held tight. Nothing for her to do. Her cowboy was doing the work. She loved spontaneous sex outside. She’d thought about bringing a blanket but didn’t think they had the time. But this wasn’t going to take long. She was pre-orgasmic when they started and his desperate, deep plunges signaled he was the same. The sun on her face, the heat of the rock on her back, the smell of pine on a hot day, a summer breeze blowing, the sound of crows squawking at a passing hawk, and the unbelievable sensations of a long, thick, hard cowboy relentlessly putting it to her made the afternoon. Her head light and her mind swirling, she held tight and let it carry her away.
As the end approached, she was hot, gasping, and groaning on every thrust. The pressure on her spot was perfect, his shaft working hard against her place. His final flurry induced her first contraction, and she felt his release shortly after. Panting, moaning, and groaning, they processed the internal spasms until they slowed, then stopped.
Out of breath, he held her against the rock, both breathing hard, both chuckling. That wasn’t planned. Molly held his torso tight, not ready for his release. Her face against his chest, she could feel his heart beating and the final pulses deep inside. If she could design a man from scratch, she wouldn’t do anything differently. Not one thing. A stud cowboy who grew up on a ranch, loved riding horses, lived off the grid in the wilderness, and who had a perfect mate for Shadow.
She kissed his neck and signaled it was okay to withdraw.
It was time to get back to the pups.
They made the return trip with speed, trotting the horses down the forest trail, then opening it up on the flat. Molly couldn’t remember a more satisfying ride, looking frequently over at Bart expertly managing Outlaw on a full gallop. It didn’t get any better than midday sex at a wilderness viewpoint.
The stables in view, they slowed to a trot, then a walk for the final cool down.
Molly walked the horses back to the stables and let stable workers brush them down. She was anxious to get back to the pups. Dusty may have cooled down, but Molly was radiating a deep, satisfying heat that had her neck and face still hot.
She was imagining Betsy’s report to Evelyn after Betsy saw her face in a full Scottish, after-sex flush.
