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“Aaron isn’t who I’m worried about,” I admit. “It’s whoever he works for.”
“Again, gotta trust us.”
I drop my head against his shoulder.
I do trust them.
That’s the beautiful thing about this.
It has been a long time since I’ve trusted anyone.
LAKE’S FINGERS SKIM down my chin as he leans in closer, bringing his lips to mine. He kisses me slowly at first, a kiss I’ve been waiting all morning for. Then he deepens it, pressing my back against the tree, pushing his hard body against mine. I want him, I don’t care that we’re out in the middle of nowhere and I’m tired. I want him and I made it known that I did.
Well, I very subtly told him I wouldn’t mind being fucked against a tree.
He stopped, dropped his pack and was on me before I could even finish my sentence.
My body loves the thrill, and it comes alive when his mouth trails down my neck, lips moving against my flesh, hands roaming my body. We don’t have long and we both know it, but these few seconds he’s giving me, I am lapping up and enjoying every second of.
His hands reach my hips and he spins me around, pressing my front against the tree and tucking his fingers into my pants, jerking them down. “You ever been fucked against a tree?” he murmurs, nipping my neck.
“No,” I whisper. “But I’m more than ready, believe me.”
His hand slaps my bare bottom, and I feel him jerk his own pants down before shuffling around to find a condom. A second later, he’s back against me, mouth on my flesh, one hand on my breast, the other on the tree above my head. His cock presses against my bottom and I tremble with anticipation. “You bring condoms out to rescue someone?”
He nips my earlobe. “Had one in my jeans, lucky for you.”
“Always ready aren’t you?”
He slides his hand down from my breast to my pussy and slips a finger between my folds. “For you, I’m always fuckin’ prepared.”
Rubbing my clit, he adjusts his cock to my entrance and slowly pushes in. My cheek rubs against the tree, but I don’t give a fuck. This is the most erotic, most thrilling sex I’ve ever had. He is fucking me like a wild man, raw and unfiltered, out here in the woods. It’s an experience I know I’ll never forget.
His body against mine as he thrusts, jerking his cock in and out of my body with that perfect motion.
His fingers rubbing my clit.
His growls in my ear.
The way the tree scratches at me, and yet it only adds to the pleasure.
The way my moans echo through the trees.
It’s fucking heaven and when I orgasm, I do so with a scream that is as loud as I need it to be.
He fucks me until he finds his own release, and when he does his growl of pleasure in my ear makes me clench around him, turning me on in ways I could have never imagined.
“Well,” I gasp, when he slows down, “that was fucking incredible.”
“You’re tellin’ me. Fuck. I can’t get enough of you.”
The feeling is mutual.
He pulls away and we clean up as much as we can. Then we sit down, catch our breath, and have a snack and a drink before making the final stretch of the journey home.
It seems easier this time, now that I’m elated after sex, and I have the man I adore right next to me. The word adore flicking into my head doesn’t scare me like it should, and I know I’m growing an attachment that’ll probably crush my very soul when it comes time to leave. I like being with Lake, no, I love being with him. He makes me laugh, he keeps me on my toes and oh, can he fuck me like no other.
But I also have a life outside of this ranch.
I have things I need to deal with.
I’ll never move on with my life until I deal with them, but that means leaving.
Him.
This.
All of it.
I’m not sure if I’m ready to do that.
“Penny for your thoughts?” Lake asks, trekking behind me.
“I’m just thinking about Davina and wondering what she’ll say when I finally confront her again.”
“The girl who left you at the gas station?”
“Yeah.”
“You think her life has gone well since then? I think it would be a safe bet to say she’s probably doin’ it tough if that’s how she was livin’ before. You might not see it yet but going to prison probably saved your life.”
I ponder that, and a little lump forms in my throat.
I’ve never looked at it like that before, but he’s right.
If I didn’t go to prison, I don’t know where I’d be right now.
We had no money. No hope. Nothing.
We were struggling and life was hard.
That wasn’t going to change and I’m sure at some point, I probably would have gotten desperate enough to follow through with an armed robbery. When you’re hungry, and behind on bills, you’ll consider anything.
