Chapter 19
COLLIE
I’m aware of Easton’s every move.
I can’t help it.
He anticipates mine while I enjoy seeing how the unexpected affects him. I made a promise that I would take his care into my hands during our hike.
I have yet to do that, even after we made it to the top of Elephant Back trail.
The almost four-mile hike brought panoramic views of Yellowstone National Park.
This place is surreal. No matter what area we visit or explore, the magnitude feels just as great.
We could see the streets of downtown, the same strip Easton and I plan to visit on our night out of the forest.
We’re both in need of a change of scenery, and line dancing at High Noon Hideout sounds like the perfect place to do it.
We’re halfway through our trek back, and I’m doing everything I can to get a rise out of him. I’ve already stripped off my jacket and thermal, leaving me in nothing but a long-sleeve zip-up crop top. Despite the cold temperatures, my heart rate is through the roof, along with my body heat.
Maybe it’s the inclined hiking trail. Or maybe it’s the proximity of Easton with the memory of his mouth on my pussy playing in my mind on a loop.
He’s impossible to shake. I feel him everywhere.
He’s steps behind me, yet not close enough.
“I’m thirsty,” I mumble breathlessly, stopping on the side of the trail to take a break.
In spite of being on a cliff, we stopped in the middle of the deepest parts of the trail.
Pine and fir trees surround us, their height taller than the eye can see.
It’s quite eerie out here. Still and quiet, save for the sounds of animals scurrying around us.
Perfect for what we’re about to do.
Or should I say, what I’m about to do to Easton.
“You good on water?” he asks, stopping beside me and taking it into his own hands to check for himself. “Half full.” He inspects my Camelback before ensuring my drinking tube is connected and lifting it from my shoulder to drink. “Let me know if you run out, and you can have mine.”
Always thinking of me.
Before his hand can pull away, he fidgets with the straps of my backpack, situating the fabric to lie flat and comfortably. “Comfortable?” The small acts of kindness he offers should send me spiraling, but they only make me feel more safe.
I can tell Easton isn’t a big gifts kind of guy.
Small things bring value to him, and he demonstrates the same with the people he cares about. Lucky for me, I get to pretend I’m becoming one of those people.
“Mhm.” Before his hand can slip away, I reach mine back to hold onto his. “Easton.”
One word. That’s all I can manage as my heart threatens to beat out of my chest and my body helplessly craves him close.
“Fuck.” I feel his exhale underneath my skin, penetrating through my veins like an unfailing addiction. A dopamine high.
His head falls forward, resting against the center of my back. “You good?” he whispers, voice wavering.
I shake my head because I’m not. I need him.
Easton doesn’t ask questions, just reads my body like a compass would its home. In a matter of seconds, I’m spun around with my back against the nearest pine tree, and Easton’s thick fingers tangled at the roots of my hair.
He doesn’t kiss me. Not yet. Our foreheads kiss while we find a simultaneous connection, and the gravity of what’s happening between us begins to settle.
For Easton, this change is monumental after years of feeling alone with his brother’s woman.
For me, it feels deeper than I care to admit. He makes me feel like my life holds value. Maybe it’s because I know more about Easton than I’ve ever known about other men I’ve slept with.
But we’ve both agreed that this—whatever this is—needs to be explored.
“Baby.” No one’s ever called me that. I’m not sure I’ve mattered enough for it. So, when the softest whimper leaves my lips, Easton crashes his to mine like a lifeline in fight or flight mode. There’s no other way out but to be fused with him.
Our tongues battle for dominance while pulling away to let the other lead the kiss. There’s a push and pull dynamic that feels like a healthy level of respect mixed with intense longing.
“Fuck, Collie. I crave you,” he groans, pulling back to gaze into my eyes. A fog of lust shadows my vision, but nothing could ever obscure the view of Easton’s golden-brown irises looking at me with an intense passion.
It’s an addictive feeling to be the center of someone’s fixation—in more ways than one.
“I need you, Easton. Need you so bad.”
“You have me. I’m yours. Whatever you want. Take it, baby.”
I feel like I’m floating. Teetering on the edge of something much bigger than myself. All I can think about is having Easton fulfill every fantasy I’ve ever imagined.
I throw my head back on a moan the moment his lips connect with my neck, and I realize I can’t be patient any longer. “There she is. You powerhouse of a woman,” Easton groans as I drop to my knees, my back sliding against the trunk of the tree. “You want my cock, lost girl?”
I peer up at him, unbuckling his jeans in the process. “I want you to fuck my throat. Bruise me. I don’t care. Just let me feel you deep and full.”
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I could get used to this. My filthy fucking girl.”
The moment his pants and boxers meet the ground, his cock springs free.
I’ll never tire of him. His long shaft, thick veins roping the underside while the length looks swollen enough to combust. “I’m gonna compliment you. Hold your ego for a second, would ya?” I tell him playfully.
“No promises.” Easton chuckles, eyes falling closed.
Gripping him carefully, I run my tongue up his length, humming at the musky scent. My tongue circles the small drop of pre-cum at the top before sucking it into my mouth. “You’re the biggest I’ve ever been with.”
A dry groan escapes him, spurring me on even more. “God,” I draw out, my voice quivering and my core throbbing. “I can already feel you inside me, Easton. Filling my cunt so good. I bet you’d tease me too, huh? Rub my clit with your tip until I can’t take it anymore.”
Waiting for his response, I take him into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat. “Fuck yes.” His palms fall against the tree, securing himself to thrust in and out of my mouth. “Take my cock, Collie. Fucking take it.”
Heavy moans strangle from my lips as my bobbing meets the rhythm of his thrusting, and my fist grips the bottom of his shaft. Easton hammers into my throat, giving it to me like I asked. This is the feeling I chase.
The ecstasy I’ve never been able to find.
I feel the moment he tenses, his body getting close to letting go, and I caress his balls as my sucking increases with his movements.
“You’re so fucking sexy. Taking me so good.
How…” He exhales, falling silent for a moment.
“How…have I gone without this for so long? This feeling. Fuck.” Easton groans as ropes of cum shoot down the back of my throat.
His body almost collapses from the overwhelming sensation.
I know the feeling well. He did the same for me the other day.
I’ve never heard such feral groans from a man before. Carnal. Needy. Unfiltered pleasure at the workings of my tongue. And I’ve been with my fair share of men.
Easton grows still, aware of my every move. I choose to stay kneeled, my head rising to meet his heated stare. It’s glassy and relaxed. It’s when I hold out my tongue coated in his cum that he speaks. “Swallow it.”
Swallowing is the only option. He traces the bouncing of my throat with his bare knuckle before pulling me to stand. “Thank you for doing that,” he tells me.
I rear back, shocked he would say that. “I’d hardly call giving you head a chore, Easton. I enjoyed it probably just as much as you.” His look is skeptical, and I dare to prove it.
Taking his right hand, I pull out the band of my leggings and slide his fingers inside my drenched panties and through my slit. “All for you, Ranger. Taste me and see.”
“So fucking sweet,” Easton groans, sucking his soaked fingers between his lips and dipping them in my mouth for me to taste myself. “Taste your cum, Collie.” I hum, lapping up what’s left of my arousal on his fingers.
“See what having your cock in my mouth does to me? You make a desperate little whore out of me, Easton.”
He reaches for the curls that have since abandoned my ponytail as he tucks them neatly behind my ear. “You might just be the most breathtaking woman I’ve ever seen, Collie Meadows.”
Something courses through me. Something unfamiliar and warm. I’m not sure what this feeling is, but I’m sensing it didn’t arrive with a return flight home.
And I don’t know what to do with that quite yet.
There’s a reason I’ve been alone. Detached with the inability to be vulnerable. The woman always kept at arm’s length.
I can thank my mother for that trauma.
“If only you knew the half of it, Easton Voss. If only.”