“That’s a pretty great promise.”
I nodded. “And we can have a system where we check in with each other. Keep the worry down as much as we can. The rest we can just figure out as we go, giving each other space to do what we love while still coming together at the end of the day. Physically or through text, or whatever.”
“Space is easy to give. It’s togetherness that could be the hard part. I mean, you had to track me down in a field, Jasper.”
“I know and we’ve been lost on a mountain and had sex under the stars. This is who you are and who I am. It can be whoweare too.”
“This isn’t going to be easy.”
“I know, but I can’t get you out of my head and I want to try. Maybe it won’t work but I want to try.”
I held my breath while she studied my face. She squeezed my hand and that smile came back. “I want to try too.”
We grinned at each other like idiots, then she tackled me onto my back. I landed on the slippery surface of her sleeping bag, hearing it shift beneath me. Her face hovered over mine. “I don’t have much time.”
She kissed me hungrily and I reached blindly for the tent flap, forcing the zipper closed. It wasn’t privacy exactly but maybe that was our thing. “Me either, I have to go back to Springwood tonight for a shift tomorrow morning,” I said against her lips.
“I have to be up at five to spend twelve hours swinging an ax.”
“That sounds exhausting, guess I should be on top,” I teased.
“Oh yeah, you’re doing all the work.”
I didn’t mind. I’d brave being tired at work tomorrow to have her under me.
I flipped us so I was hovering over her and kissed her again. As I explored her mouth I slid my hand between us and undid the button and zipper of the dark cargo pants of her firefightinguniform.
I could hear people talking in the area. The tents were close together and it was a busy camp. Not the most romantic setup but Wren wasn’t a five-star hotel kind of person, and neither was I.
I worked her pants and panties down her legs, exposing her pale skin to the air. I got her clothes off one leg and left the other in place.
I couldn’t wait any longer to taste her.
“Your beard tickles,” she said as I lowered my head between her spread thighs but when I licked over her center for the first time any more words died on her tongue. She moaned deeply and my cock gave a twitch behind my zipper. I adjusted my grip on her thighs. The skin smooth under my rough palms.
I spread her wider, seeking her center and devouring it in a way I hadn’t when I pressed her against that tree back in Colorado.
She thrust her hips up towards my face and I doubled down, swirling my tongue, teasing and tasting, until she grabbed my shoulders and cried out my name.
Her body writhed under me and I held her tight, keeping my mouth on her clit, forcing her orgasm longer. When she finally collapsed on her back I gave her a satisfied smile.
She returned it with a lazy one of her own. Her body was limp on the bed and she reached towards me. “Pants off,” she said, her voice betraying how tired she was.
I leaned over and kissed her lightly. “We don’t have to if you’re too tired, you know. You had a hell of a day.”
“You’re sweet,” she said, running her hand over my cheek then into my dark beard. “But I think I’ll get over my long day faster if I can get off again.”
I brought my hand to my waist and popped the button on my pants before lowering the zipper. “Guess I have my orders.”
She gave me a mock salute and I got rid of my pants and boxers. As I was about to lower myself over her, she stopped me with both hands. “Nope, shirt off too. Long day means I get all the eye candy.”
I laughed, “Eye candy, huh?”
“I mean yeah, have you seen you?”
“You didn’t feel that way the first time we met,” I teased.
She rolled her eyes. “You being an ass doesn’t mean I didn’t think you were easy on the eyes.”
