Page 58 of Rise After Fall


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She cries out as she locks her legs and starts to tremble. I fight the burning sensation that crawls up my spine until her spasms ease, and then an explosion of pleasure sweeps me up. She clings to me, and I cover her mouth with mine and swallow her muffled cries until we are both panting and sated.

Fuck, I’m in trouble because I definitely want to make her scream my name like that again.

And I do. Twice before the sun comes up over the mountain.

I awaken as Zoey jostles in my arms. My morning erection resting against her bare back.

“What time is it?” she asks as my hand slides up to caress her breast.

“Early. I need to sneak out of here before everyone else starts rousing.”

“Probably a good idea,” she says as she presses her backside closer to me.

My hand travels down between her legs and finds her wet, and she spreads for me, looping her leg back over mine and opening herself in invitation.

I slide into her gently and lazily make love to her from behind.

“I like having you in my bed in the morning,” she whispers as I bring my lips to her neck.

“Me too,” I manage to get out as I increase the rhythm, and she buries her face in her pillow and groans.

“Damn, you feel good,” I tell her as I feel her tighten around me.

“Morris.” Her strangled cry releases into the pillow as she climaxes.

I continue to glide in and out of her until she milks my release from me.

I lie with her and hold her a little longer before I get up and gather my clothes. Before I’m fully dressed, she drifts back off to sleep.

I lay a kiss on her forehead and tuck the sheets around her. Then, I quietly slip out the front door and head to my cabana.

I place a quick call to Graham to talk to him about an idea I had while watching the sun rise from Zoey’s bedroom window.

“I’m assuming you cleared this with Langford?”

“I will,” I tell him.

“All right. I’ll stop by my office and grab a trailer load of supplies for you this morning.”

“Thanks, bro.”

“You’re welcome, lover boy.”

He clicks off the line before I can argue with his quip.

I’m starving, so I scarf down a pan of scrambled eggs and hop into the shower before Langford and Tucker show up.

The bed in his truck is loaded down with fishing gear. I add my pole and tackle box and climb into the backseat, and we head down to the campground for a morning of cold-water trout fishing with Pop, Graham, and Caleb.

Zoey

“I’ve been working my ass off in the gym today. Seriously, I should have no ass. Why do I still have an ass?” Scooter asks.

Joanna sighs as he flexes in the mirror. “Muscleheads,” she mutters.

“What’s that?” Scooter asks.

“Oh, you know, the type of man who is so into himself and working out that, one day, his muscles are bigger than his brain.”

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