Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. A growl escapes my throat, raw and feral. “Tamlyn…”
Before I can stop myself, I crush her against the tree, my mouth claiming hers in a bruising kiss. My cock presses against her heat, and the contact almost undoes me right then and there. The tip leaks, desperate, as my muscles coil so tightly, I feel like I’m going to tear apart if I don’t sink into her soon.
Her hands glide under my flannel shirt and down my abs, tracing the ridges of my muscles, her fingers light and teasing. She drops to her knees, popping the button on my work pants and pulling the teeth of the zipper down to reveal my rock hard cock to the fresh air. She brings her lips close to the tip, brushing just near enough to drive me insane, but never quite touching.
"Teach me how to please you," she whispers, her breath hot and full of promise.
"Babe," I growl, the warning clear in my tone. She’s playing with fire, and she knows it. She’s all innocent seduction, but she’s no innocent. She knows what she’s doing.
Her eyes meet mine, a flicker of something dark and dangerous in them. “I want to be good for you. I want to taste you.”
My whole body goes still, and I meet her gaze, feeling the tension between us spike. Then, a slow grin spreads across her face, her eyes hooded with lust as they trail down my body. Her fingers skim over the sharp angle of my hips, before wrapping around my cock, hard and throbbing, straining for her out here in the wilderness.
In one fluid motion, she surprises the hell out of me by sinking her mouth onto my cock. The heat, the wetness, it’s overwhelming. She takes me deep, sucking, her hand working in tandem, and I’m nearly seeing stars.
My hands thread through her hair, gripping tight as she takes me down to the back of her throat. I can barely form a coherent thought. "From the moment I saw you, I wanted to fill every inch of you, baby," I groan, the words spilling out unfiltered. Her body squirms at my words, and the way her tongue works my cock, licking like she’s savoring every inch, it’s too much.
She’s got a rhythm now, taking me in, pulling back, and going deeper, each time pushing me closer to the edge. I can smell her arousal in the air, her scent thick and sweet. The fire low in my spine begins to smolder, threatening to explode.
"Can you take all of me, baby?" My voice is hoarse, and when she sinks her mouth down even further, taking me to the base, a strangled gasp rips from my throat. The pressure doubles, and she’s licking, sucking, humming, her tiny fist rotating in perfect rhythm.
It’s too much. "Tamlyn, stop," I manage, barely holding on. "You feel too good. Stop or I’m going to blow."
Before she can stand, I drop to my knees and adjust her under me, sliding the zipper on her jeans and stripping her naked in the soft moss. I clamp my palms around her thighs and spread them, her sweet pussy gleaming like a feast for me. I use my tongue to stroke her soaked slit, loving the way she moans under my pleasure. I lick and nip at the little bud of her clit, swirling my tongue and then adding a finger, sinking it deep inside her hot pussy. She grinds against my beard, her soaked pussy soaking even more as little yips of pleasure fall from her lips. Within minutes she’s clutching at my hair and cumming in waves on my tongue, the soft spasms of her orgasm tightening around my finger as I slow my movements. My eyes take her in, greedy as I watch her release pulse and ease under me.
“We should stop.” I finally say, wanting to do anything but that.
Her eyes fall closed with disappointment.
“For now,”I add, a smirk lifting my lips. I know I’m driving her crazy, but I want to savor this, savor us. I need to take this slow or I’m afraid I’ll fuck this all up before it even had a chance to begin. I want so much from her, I want forever, but I’ve only got one chance at getting this right.
We’re both breathless, our bodies still pressed together against the soft moss, the only thing keeping us grounded. My forehead rests against hers, our breathing slowly returning to normal. But the intensity between us hasn’t faded. If anything, it’s stronger, more real.
I pull back just enough to look at her, to really see her. Her lips are swollen from the kiss, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes—they’re dark, filled with the same need I feel deep in my bones. She doesn’t say anything, doesn’t need to. The look in her eyes tells me everything. She’s feeling the same thing I am. This is more than just lust. It’s connection, pure and simple.
We don’t speak as we pull away from each other, adjusting our clothes, catching our breath. But something has shifted. This isn’t just about giving in to desire anymore. It’s about finding something real, something neither of us thought we could have. And as I watch her, the soft smile playing on her lips, I know one thing for sure—we’re not done. Not by a long shot.
The forest may be our haven, but it’s more than that now. It’s the place where everything between us changed. Where I stopped running from what I feel and started letting it in. And as I stand here, watching her, I know that whatever this is, whatever we’re building, it’s only just beginning.
Chapter Twelve
Tamlyn
The moonlight filters through the trees outside my cabin, casting long shadows that stretch across the floor. The air feels thick tonight, heavy, like the silence itself is waiting for something to break. I stand by the window, staring out into the darkness, but my mind is far away. Caught between two worlds, two versions of myself—one that wants to keep moving, chasing the next horizon, and the other that’s slowly being pulled toward something more… solid.
Barron.
Just the thought of him sends a shiver through me, one I can’t explain, but I can’t ignore either. I press my palm against the cool glass as I think about his tongue sliding against my skin in the deep woods this afternoon. I let the cool surface ground me, but all it does is remind me of the distance between us. Not the physical distance—he’s only a few miles away—but the emotional one. The barrier I’ve put up to keep myself safe, to keep from falling too far.
Because if I fall, I’m not sure I’ll know how to stop.
I close my eyes, letting the memory of his touch wash over me, the way his hands felt on my skin, rough and steady, likehe was the only thing keeping me grounded in that moment. It’s terrifying, how much I’ve come to crave that feeling. I’ve never let anyone get this close before. I’ve always been able to leave before anything could tie me down, before I could risk losing myself. But with Barron, it’s different. He’s different.
The forest outside is still, but inside, there’s a storm brewing. My heart is racing, my thoughts tangled, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t shake the fear that’s creeping up on me.
“What if I stay?”
The question is soft, barely a whisper, but it hangs in the air like a weight pressing down on my chest. If I stay, it means giving up the freedom I’ve always chased, the thrill of never knowing what’s next. But if I leave… if I walk away from Barron, I know I’ll be walking away from something deeper than anything I’ve ever known. Something I might never find again.
