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I shook my head.
“Well then, I guess we’ll have to wing it.”
My pulse leapt when she reached for the fly of my jeans, and my knees almost buckled when she slipped her hand inside, wrapping her long fingers around my cock, stroking up and down in a tight fist. “You keep doing that, we’re going to make one hell of a mess.”
Her lips curved in a wicked smile and she sank to her knees. Holy. Fuck. My knees almost buckled when she pulled my pants down, freeing my cock so she could wrap both hands around it.
“You’re going to do something for me.”
Oh hell, I liked this side of her. “Cara,I’d commit murder for you right now, if you asked me to.”
Her smile widened, then she leaned in and flicked her tongue over the tip of cock, making me jump. “Good. You’re going to come for me.”
“I don’t think I have a choice.”
Running her tongue up and down my length, she kept her eyes on mine. “In my mouth.”
“Jesus, Lucy.”
The sight of her, on her knees, her pretty pink lips wrapped around my cock and wanton desire in her eyes was… At that moment, I didn’t even have the words to describe what it was. But it sure was something.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her, the way the bobbing of her head made her ponytail swing, the way she sucked my cock like it was the most delicious thing she’d ever feasted on. The sounds of voices and laughter floated up from the trail, adding a bit of spice to the whole thing. We were highly unlikely to get caught, but the chance was there, and that was enough to make my heart race even more.
I wasn’t sure what got me going the most. The way she closed her eyes while pleasure flitted across her face, the low moan at the back of her throat, or the slurping noises she made. Maybe all of it. I wrapped my hand around her ponytail and let my head fall back against the tree trunk, moving my hips as I felt my whole body clench. Hot pleasure settled in the base of my spine and I let go, coming with a glorious spurt straight into her mouth. She swallowed it all, gulping it down like it was nectar, then sat back on her heels, wiped her hand across her mouth and smiled up at me, a light of triumph in her eye. I pulled her to her feet and into my arms, sagging against the tree because I could barely stand up straight.
“Aren’t you a bundle of surprises. Blush like crazy when I tell you your tits look great, but then suck me off in a semipublic place as though you’ve done it every day of your life.”
She giggled. “What can I say? You’re a terrible influence.” Leaning back, she reached up and brushed my hair back from my forehead. “Thank you.”
“You’re thankingme? I think it should be the other way around.”
Grinning, she said, “I never imagined I could do something that naughty, and now I have. I’ve even lived to tell the tale.”
“Oh yeah? Who exactly are you going to tell this tale to?” I pushed her away gently so I could straighten out my clothes, eyes twinkling in amusement.
She laughed again. “Not my mom, that’s for sure.”
I shuddered comically at the thought and, taking her hand, pressed a kiss to her temple. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
We walked the next two miles to the summit without talking much, because the higher we went, the steeper it got, which made conversation difficult.
The trail ended at a rocky outcrop that offered a truly magical, stunning view of a sprawling valley, bathed in soft sunlight and a gleaming lake far below.
“Wow,” Lucy said, awestruck.
“Yeah.” Looking at Lucy’s face, I knew that this was by far the best idea I’d ever had. Well, second best. Asking her to come to my hotel in the first place was the best.
We climbed over the rocks for a little while, taking in the vista from different angles, breathing in the crisp air.
“Wanna sit?” I retrieved two bottles of water from my backpack.
“Thanks.” She took one from me and sat down on a low rock nearby, leaning into me comfortably when I joined her.
Then we just sat there for maybe an hour, soaking in the scene as people came and went around us. A thought occurred to me that I was almost too scared to acknowledge, because it seemed too big: as I sat with my arm around Lucy, a feeling of immense peace washed over me that was completely unfamiliar. I was so accustomed to the sense of restlessness that constantly gnawed at me, of always feeling like I had energy to burn. Quiet contentment wasn’t something I ever felt. And, ironically, that quiet contentment gave me a rush. The only other times in my life when I felt a rush like that was when I was forty-five thousand feet in the air, going three thousand miles per hour. When there was nothing but me and the wide-open sky, and one slight lapse in concentration meant a plummet to earth and certain death.
I never imagined I’d find anything that would give me that same feeling when I had my feet on the ground. But here I was.
