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It doesn’t make any sense.I don’t understand how it could be.But that doesn’t change what’s happening.I’m already his.

Despite everything, I want him to make me his own, and then keep me that way.

Which is crazy talk.

“Boots,” he says into my lips as he spins me around in the water, fucking up into me, pushing all the way up inside.

This is more than I’ve ever had, more than I knew could be possible.So deep.Pain mixed with pleasure because he’s taking everything I can give him and then taking more.

“Hold on, baby,” he says, going deeper still.

I’m cumming all over him.Shaking and clutching at him, cumming so hard I think might black out.

CHAPTER 37

Special K

It was another round of off-the-chain sex, followed by about ten minutes under the cold spray of the waterfall.

We both hollered at the stark temperature difference when the water beat down on our skin.And now we’re lying naked on the flat boulders at the pool’s edge, baking in the sun, recovering, drinking water, and eating snacks.

Each time our bodies connect, it feels more important to me, like it has more meaning.And even though she now understands justhow muchof a non-boy scout I really am, it didn’t seem to faze her.

Instead, she gave herself to me again.

Frankie is a generous lover and the most enjoyable companion I’ve ever had.

But it doesn’t matter, because she’s leaving, and no matter how hot the sex is, it won’t be hot enough to make her stay.

I think I’m getting the big picture.

It’s not going to matter what happens between us.She won’t tell me.It won’t matter how good it is or how much we enjoy one another or how badly we want one another.She’s not going to say anything about who she is or why she’s here.

I won’t pretend that it doesn’t sting, because it hurts like hell.But I brought it on myself.Frankie told me up front that she could never tell me the whys and whos of her predicament.

If I decided not to believe her—to think I could change her mind—then that’s on me, isn’t it?

“The sun feels so good,” she moans.

“We can’t stay out here much longer.The altitude is so high we’ll get burned to a crisp.”

“Is that before or after I drown in the flash floods and expire from dehydration?”

“Hey, I only speak the truth.”

“Were you serious about the hog?”

“I was.”

“Don’t tell me anything more about what happened with the hog.”

“Didn’t plan on it.”

She goes back to sunbathing when something interesting happens.

I’ve had a lot of unexpected firsts in the last couple of days, but the sensation I’m experiencing right now is beyond strange.The cat’s sandpaper tongue is licking the inside of my ankle, and it’s equal parts creepy and ticklish.

“Enough, Pussy,” I say.