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“Just up this side trail,” I tell Elise as I unlock my gate and hold it open for her. “Don’t worry about the signs. They’re mostly to scare off hunters.”

“Do you get hunters out here?” Elise asks as she eyes the Private Property, Trespassers Will Be Prosecuted signs. “Or at least, have you had to prosecute anyone?”

“Once I found the water tank a little low. Someone had obviously refilled their water bags, but I’ve never had a break in,” I tell her, taking her hand. “Don’t worry, we’re perfectly safe.” I lock the gate behind us as we resume the final stretch of our hike.

“Is that what you call it when we’re alone together? Doesn’t feel safe to me,” Elise jokes. “To be honest, it feels . . . thrillingly dangerous, like the world’s sexiest rollercoaster.”

Conversation trickles off as we climb the last hill, the hardest one, actually, and we have to lean into the slope. It’s not that bad, but I am carrying three days’ worth of food and supplies for a weekend on my back.

I’m curious what she’ll think of the cabin. It’s definitely different from my house in the city, but as we crest the hill, I feel relieved. Her eyes widen and her hands pop up to cover her exclaimed, “Oh, my gosh!”

“You like it?”

She looks at me, a smile stretching over her beautiful flushed and glistening face. “It’s perfect! It looks like something out of a painting.”

I like that she can appreciate a rustic log cabin, even one as small as this. It’s one of the things that sold me on the property too. I don’t need glitz and glam. I bought this place as a getaway because of the privacy and rustic charm.

“Well, come on then,” I reply with a grin. “Let’s get down there, get the fire going so we can have some hot water for later, and get things going!”

We go inside and drop our gear, and Elise seems enamored with the small space. The main room is a square with a bed to the left, a couch area to the right around the woodstove, and a working kitchen along the back wall. The bathroom is through a door off the kitchen. Bare-boned and simple, like I am at my core. The only concession to simplicity is the large hammock on the all-weather back porch, where Carsen and I have watched sunsets on numerous occasions.

“This is perfect,” Elise purrs, setting her bag down on the kitchen table-slash-food prep space. “And it’s ours all weekend?”

“Until we either have to go back or run out of food,” I joke, watching her. I like seeing her here. It feels right somehow. Watching her stretch out and wiggle on the couch, my cock thickens in my jeans and I know what I need.

“Come here,” I half-growl, feeling in touch with my inner wild nature. Elise’s lips are twisted in a little smirk that says she already knows what I want, and her hips are doing a tantalizingly sexy sashay as she comes closer.

“What for?” she asks, laughing happily when she’s in arm’s reach and I grab her, kissing her deeply. Our bodies twist and tangle as I lift her up, walking her back to the couch and forcing her to clutch me tightly as I bend her backward.

There’s no worry, though. I’ve got her securely in my arms, and as she moans when she feels my cock press up against her thigh, I set her back upright, my heart hammering in my chest. “We need to get out of here,” I growl, “because I really want to show you some things . . . and if I don’t get you outside in the next ten seconds, I’m going to rip those tights off and devour your body until you can’t walk anymore.”

“Sounds good. I do want to see what you have to show me,” she purrs, running a hand over my chest. “I have some things I want to show you too.”

I groan, pressing into her touch for a moment before getting under control. “No, really. I have every plan to fuck you until we collapse of exhaustion tonight, but I want to show you the land out here first. And if we don’t leave right now, there won’t be hot water, and I’d like to help you wash up after I get done burying myself inside that tight little pussy of yours.”

She shudders in my arms, nodding. “God, I love how you talk to me. And I like that plan, but maybe I don’t need hot water when I’ve got you.”

She’s pouting, but it’s playful and I can see she’s teasing me. She’s been just as excited as I am about exploring the area. I pull her close one last time, grinding against her belly, and give her ass a good smack.

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