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And I’d never been so turned on in my life.
“Oh mygod,” she cried out, picking up her pace as I helped her along, savoring the taste of her pussy. “Just like that.”
I stroked myself, unable to hold back anymore as her orgasm pulsed around my face, more moisture pooling up in my mouth. I enjoyed every ounce of her, cleaning her up just long enough to torture my dick a little longer.
“Fuck me, Wade,” she demanded, her voice coming out in a pant. “Please.”
I straightened, not even bothering to enter slowly. I rammed right into her hips, the tightness of her clutching my erection. A guttural growl escaped my lips as I grabbed her hips, holding them steady as I slammed into the back of her over and over.
But it just wasn’t enough.
I need to see her face.
Pulling out, I spun her around, her dark amber eyes full of surprise as I lifted her petite frame right off the ground—and onto my cock. I bounced her up and down, finally walking across the room and pinning her against the wall. Her eyes were locked with mine as I crashed into her over and over. It felt...
Spiritual.
Her legs were wrapped around me as I moved in rhythm, filling her. The final burst of ecstasy filled my groin, and I released, taking her lips with mine at the same time. I spilled into the condom inside her, tasting the fiery passion between us on her breath. I had always been the kind of guy who liked dirty sex, but this...
This was fucking soul changing.
And I was entirely fine with cold pancakes.
But my head wasfucked.
ChapterSeven
Cheyenne
Three days.
Three full days of being stuck at the cabin with no power, no running water, and a lot of pancakes. It hadn’t been bad, and normally I would’ve seen it as a way to rewind and disconnect from the chaotic modern day world...
But after the second—andlasttime—that Wade and I had sex, he hadchanged.He was distant and always avoided walking into the bedroom, like he wouldn’t even come in if the door was open. At first, I thought maybe it was the lack of showering, but I used enough dry shampoo and deodorant that I was certain I didn’t reek.
But maybe he thinks he does.
I shrugged my shoulders, pushing open the back door and letting Takoda out to go potty. The rain hadn’t stopped the entire three days, and staying in the cabin had grown tiring. It wasn’t because it was small, or that we couldn’t go outside—it was the fact that the tension between the two of us could be cut with a knife. We rarely spoke, and when we did, Wade spent most of our conversations talking about all the flooding, complaining about how badly he needed to get back to his family and help out...
But my phone had died the evening of the second night, mostly because Wade was constantly trying to check the weather forecast.
So there was no more communication between him and the outside world.
“Go potty, honey,” I said to Takoda, giving his head a little pat. “And don’t get muddy.”
He looked back at me as if I was an annoying parent, and I couldn’t help but smile. Takoda was just as much my family as any human could be—maybe even more so than some of the humans whoweremy family. I stood on the back porch, light rain falling from the sky. The breeze was cool, but not so much that I felt the need for a jacket. I ran my fingers through my hair, cringing at the oil building up—maybe I needed that shower worse than I thought. I let out a sigh, gazing out across the yard. Honestly, I wasn’t sure what time it was, but the sun was peeking out from the lower west sky.
Wait...
It’s thesun.
I thundered down the back porch steps, bolting out into the yard and the steady rain. Takoda burst up with energy and came sprinting up to me, jumping into my arms. And as he did, the rain droplets landing on my arms ceased.
And the sun fully came out.
“Oh my gosh!” I pumped my fist into the air, cradling Takoda in my other arm. “We can get out of here!” I spun on my heel and bolted back to the house, taking the steps up to the porch two at a time. Bursting through the back door, I scanned the small kitchen, setting my dog down. “Wade!”
“What?” I heard his voice from the living room.
