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“Will it be crowded?”
“No, we aren’t packed right now. It’s our off season. Most people end up here after Christmas, not before.” She laughed.
I gave her a look. Hadn’t she told me they were fully booked and I couldn’t get another room? I wasn’t about to bring it up, but I took fucking note.
She shrugged and must have assumed the look pertained to being booked after the holidays. “Family holiday fights. Or I assume. I don’t do those types of treatment.”
I could see it. What better time to notice an addiction or someone needs help? Besides, holidays were hard for a lot of people for a lot reasons. They were always hard on Mom since she lost Dad.
“Is that what you’ve decided?” Luna asked.
I glanced at Aspen, and he nodded. “I think we can handle it.”
She loaded us up with some gear—backpacks, a lunch, water, a map and compass, and other safety shit—then scanned our bracelets. After we changed into shorts and gym shoes, an employee took us in a golf cart and dropped us off at the trailhead, pointed in the right direction, then left us to ourselves.
We settled into a soft silence as we hiked. I knew my best friend. He was processing last night and this morning, and he would speak when he was ready to speak.
Sweat creased my brow and made my tee stick to my chest. The further we went into the jungle, the more humid it became. Like a hug, the wilderness pressed in. We stayed close, shoulders rubbing. It was intimate and soft. I don’t think I’d ever felt so in tune with him.
Why was he so damn intoxicating?
What would I become to make him happy?
I wanted to bury myself inside him and stay there.
Maybe Aspen was right for feeling like a switch had flipped, but it was more like a dam ruptured, and with the free flow of my emotions, we’d both get swept away in the flood.
The metaphor worked as he’d pushed me until I broke. I slipped my hand into his and he glanced over at me, a smile barely playing on his lips.
“What?” I asked.
“You.”
“What about me?”
Aspen shook his head, sending droplets flying off his damp hair. “Just you.”
“Hey now, don’t spray me with your sweat.” I knocked my shoulder into his.
Aspen’s brows lifted. “You don’t like sweat?”
“What if I don’t?”
He narrowed his eyes and charged me, putting both hands on my pecs to shove me backward.
I went with him because I didn’t want either of us to slip on the damn trail. He pushed me into a tree and pinned me with his body, shoving a knee between my thighs. It was my turn to raise my brows in total surprise.
“If you don’t like sweat, then you won’t want to touch me.” Royal pulled his shirt off, revealing hard earned muscles on his lean frame. He was lean and elegant, muscles woven taut. He shoved up my shirt and pressed his body to mine, looking me in the eyes like he dared me to tell him to stop.
His touch was sweet this morning, lighter purple. Less like storm clouds.
“If you are waiting for me to tell you to get off me, I won’t, but if you don’t want to have public sex, you better fucking say so now.”
He bit his lower lip in a coy smile while he rocked his hips. “Are you going to fuck me against a tree again?”
“If you keep doing that...” I said through a moan, getting harder by the second.
He increased the pressure and kissed me, soft and slow at first, sucking on my lip and tongue. “Please.”
