Chapter 6
Daisy
As we trudge back into our secluded campsite, the last tendrils of sunset bleed across the jagged peaks towering above us. I let my pack slide from my shoulders with a satisfied groan, relishing the deep ache pulsing through every muscle.
”Don”t tell me you”re already worn out, Delgado.”
I glance over to find Wyatt watching me with one of those infuriating smirks, already digging through his gear for the kindling box.
”Please, I could run circles around you right now, mountain man.”
He arches one dark brow but says nothing, turning his focus to assembling the fire pit. I watch for a beat as he works, unable to tear my eyes away from the flex of those broad shoulders, the way his powerful forearms ripple with each measured movement.
An idea begins to take shape, one that sends a delicious tingle coursing through me. Biting my lip, I close the remaining distance between us and place a hand on his arm, stilling his work.
”Don”t bother with that,” I tell him.
Wyatt pauses, glancing up at me. ”What do you mean? You planning on freezing your ass off out here?”
I can”t help the smirk that curves my lips. ”Not when I”ve got you to keep me warm.”
His breath seems to catch for the barest moment before understanding flashes in his eyes. He stands and turns to me, looming close.
”What?” he asks. ”You think I”m just going to offer my services again... for free?” But even as he objects, he reaches between us and hooks a finger in one of my belt loops, pulling me closer.
”Oh, don”t worry,” I reassure him, my hands coming up to rest against his chest. ”I plan to earn them this time.”
He leans down, his lips barely brushing mine. ”How?” he whispers.
My fingers are already working at the buttons of his flannel. ”Do you want me to tell you or show you?”
His patience snaps, and he crushes his lips to mine, kissing me fiercely, hungrily. I press myself against Wyatt”s solid, powerful frame, gripping his shirt tightly as lust rages through me, eradicating all restraint.
Wyatt growls deeply when I tease his lower lip with my teeth. His strong hands grip my waist, pulling me tight against his hard, unyielding body. I can feel his thick cock pressing insistently against my stomach, making the ache between my thighs throb impatiently.
Needing more, I fumble urgently with the buttons of his flannel, desperate to feel every inch of his bare skin against mine. Wyatt groans in approval, his calloused hands slipping under my tank top to drag up my ribcage, leaving a burning trail of desire wherever they touch.
I gasp into his mouth as our reckless kiss breaks, arching into him. Wyatt wastes no time, his mouth moving down my neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin like he”s marking his territory. I moan and dig my nails into his firm shoulders, my body quivering with a raw, carnal need that threatens to consume me.
”Fuck, you taste incredible,” he rasps against my salt-dampened skin.
A shudder races through me at the gritty timbre of his voice, the way his beard scrapes deliciously against my flesh. Desperate for more contact, I tug his shirt free from his pants and shove it aside, baring those chiseled slabs of muscle to my hungry gaze.
”Holy shit, just look at you,” I murmur, raking my nails down the ridges of his abdomen.
Wyatt hisses through gritted teeth, his hips thrusting forward against mine, demanding more. I give in, slipping my hands beneath the waistband of his pants, palming his impressive bulge through the thin fabric of his briefs. He grows even harder under my touch, a primal groan resonating deep in his chest.
”Fuck, Daisy... that feels so fucking good...”
His words ignite a fire within me, and I tighten my grip on his cock, stroking its length through his briefs. My hunger for him intensifies, and I revel in the power I hold over him in this moment, making his breath come out shallow and ragged.
Grinning wickedly, I drop to my knees in front of him, my fingers hooking into his waistband and tugging his pants and underwear down over his ass. I take a moment to ogle the massive length now straining just inches from my face. Unable to resist, I lean forward and run my tongue along the thick vein on the underside.
”Fuck...” Wyatt hisses, his fingers tangling in my hair.
Taking that as the green light, I wrap my lips around the head of his cock, swirling my tongue in a slow, teasing spiral. His hips jerk involuntarily, and I take him deeper, hollowing my cheeks to increase the suction. The taste of his first salty drops of precum on my tongue only intensifies the burning ache between my thighs.
Wyatt”s ragged pants and low groans spur me on as I bob my head in a steady rhythm, my nails raking down the tense muscles of his inner thighs. The way he responds to every flick of my tongue, every graze of my teeth, drives me wild with desire.
”Oh god, Daisy... I”m gonna... I can”t...”
Ignoring his desperate plea, I double down, committed to pushing this mountain man to his limit. My free hand wanders down to cup his tight balls, massaging and squeezing them in time with each slick pull of my mouth.
A low, guttural growl rumbles from Wyatt”s chest as his fingers tighten in my hair. In one swift motion, he”s hauling me to my feet and crushing his mouth to mine in a bruising kiss. I can still taste his musky precum as he hungrily explores my mouth with desperate intensity.
My back strikes the cold ground with a breathless oomph, Wyatt”s muscular frame pinning me in place as his hips thrust against my core. Through the thin fabric of my leggings, his rock-hard cock grinds deliciously against my soaking wet pussy, sending bolts of pleasure coursing through me.
”Goddamn, you don”t know what you do to me,” he rasps, nipping and sucking at the tender skin of my neck, leaving marks that will linger for days.
I arch beneath him, desperate for more, craving his touch. ”Then show me.”
Wyatt”s eyes blaze with naked hunger as he hooks his fingers in the waistband of my leggings and tugs them down, baring me to his ravenous stare. He stands, sheds the rest of his clothes, and then drapes himself back over me. I writhe against him shamelessly as his rough palms map every dip and swell of my curves.
”So fucking gorgeous,” he rumbles, dipping his head to trail kisses along the swell of my breasts.
I cry out sharply as his teeth graze my nipple through the thin fabric of my sports bra. Pleasure spikes through me, making my core clench with need. Unable to bear another moment”s delay, I hook one knee over his hip, silently urging him onward.
Wyatt needs no further encouragement as he hovers above me, hair disheveled and eyes dark with lust. He grips his thick, rigid cock, guiding it to my entrance before teasing my slick, swollen folds with the broad head, driving me wild with each tantalizing touch. I buck my hips impatiently, desperate to feel him buried deep inside me.
With one powerful surge of his hips, Wyatt impales me in one swift stroke, plunging his massive length deep into my willing core. We both cry out, voices echoing off the jagged peaks surrounding our secluded hideaway. Raw instincts and primal cravings take control, connecting us in the most carnal, untamed way possible.
Wyatt”s hips begin to piston, his powerful, relentless thrusts claiming me over and over as he sets a fierce pace. As he withdraws almost completely, I whimper at the emptiness, only to be met with a forceful slam back home. The crisp night air mingles with the musky scents of sweat, arousal, and the earthy pine-laced mountain air, intoxicating me further with every ragged breath I take.
”Fuck... you feel so damn good,” he grits out, his stare burning into me. One hand braces beside my head while the other palms the generous curve of my breast, kneading and rolling the taut nipple between calloused fingertips.
I keen beneath him, my nails raking down the slick, flexing planes of his back as wave after wave of exquisite sensation batters me. Each powerful thrust slams his thick cock deeper into me, driving me higher and higher toward that breathtaking peak.
”Wyatt,” I pant, meeting his smoldering gaze through heavy-lidded eyes. ”I”m so close. I”m going to come.”
He rumbles deep in his chest, sweat dripping from his chiseled body, gleaming in the waning light. His hips piston in a relentless rhythm, that rigid heat spearing into me again and again as his free hand drifts between us.
I grind and buck wildly against him, a strangled cry escaping my lips as the pads of his fingers find my swollen, throbbing clit. He rubs and circles it, creating a relentless rhythm that drives me crazy. My entire body pulses with a violent burst of pleasure, every nerve ending on fire with white-hot ecstasy.
Wyatt”s movements become erratic, his body tensing above me. ”Come for me, Delgado,” he growls. ”Let go.”
His command, raw and dominant, is the final nudge I need. With a scream, I shatter around him, my pussy clenching his cock tightly. Rapture washes over me in dizzying waves, leaving me breathless and boneless beneath him.
I”m vaguely aware of Wyatt following me over that edge, his own deep, guttural shout resonating through the craggy peaks as he empties himself into me, claiming me utterly and completely.
We cling together in the aftermath, chests heaving, skin slick with sweat and the lingering haze of pleasure. Wyatt”s forehead rests heavily against mine as our ragged breaths slowly sync in the stillness.
Long moments pass before he finally shifts, carefully withdrawing and stretching out beside me on the ground. I immediately tuck myself against his solid frame, basking in the delicious soreness now radiating from my core.
”Goddamn,” Wyatt rumbles after a beat, one arm snaking around my shoulders as he stares up at the brilliant tapestry of stars now emerging overhead. ”I don”t think I”ve ever fucked someone quite that hard before.”
I can”t stifle the surprised laugh that bubbles up from my chest. Swatting playfully at his firm abdomen, I shake my head in amusement. ”Way to make a girl feel special, Croft.”
He huffs out a soft chuckle, pulling me closer against his side. ”You know what I mean.”
I do. That was far more than just a frenzied bout of lovemaking. It was a primal, unbridled release—two kindred souls finally surrendering to the wildest depths of their natures. Out here, with the jagged peaks towering above and the crisp mountain air caressing our sweat-dampened skin, we”d both felt it. That profound connection to something raw and sacred.
Something worth fighting to protect.
”So, can I finally get that fire going before we freeze our asses off?” he asks.
I arch one eyebrow, shifting to prop myself up on an elbow so I can study him properly. The moonlight casts his chiseled features in a pale glow, highlighting the sharp angles of his cheekbones, the rugged curve of his lips. God, even thoroughly spent and disheveled, the man is absurdly gorgeous.
”You know...” I murmur, letting my gaze roam over the sculpted slabs of his abdomen with naked appreciation. ”As tempting as that fire sounds, I don”t think I”m quite done with you yet.”
Wyatt”s eyes darken infinitesimally at my words, his mouth quirking. ”That so?”
Rather than answering, I simply hum an affirmative and lean in, trailing a line of kisses along the taut cords of his throat. He rumbles deep in his chest, one powerful hand immediately spanning the curve of my hip.
With a sudden, fluid movement, Wyatt pulls me on top of him so that I”m straddling his hips. His come drips down my thighs between us, and I feel him growing hard again. He twists his hand in my hair and pulls my mouth down to meet his. I melt against him eagerly, savoring the addictive taste of his tongue, the earthy musk of sweat and arousal surrounding us.
As our embrace deepens, something seems to unfurl within me—a profound sense of belonging I haven”t felt in longer than I can remember. Here in Wyatt”s arms, with the ancient stone giants standing vigil above us, I feel more alive and present than ever before.
This is where I”m meant to be. Doing exactly what we”re doing.
The realization is as grounding as it is thrilling.
Grinning against his lips, I grind shamelessly against that rapidly stiffening length. He groans deeply, hips surging in response as the kiss takes on a desperate, hungry edge.
”Goddamn, woman...” he rasps when we finally break for air. ”You”re going to be the death of me.”
I simply laugh again, breathless and giddy as I tangle my fingers in the damp hair at his nape. ”Then what a way to go, right?”
Wyatt”s answering growl is all the warning I get before his mouth crashes against mine once more, effectively ending the banter. My back bows as his calloused hands roam freely, igniting a fresh blaze of desire in their wake.
The chill night air is swiftly forgotten as our bodies move together in that primal, age-old rhythm. Somewhere in the distance, a lone coyote howls up at the brilliant sprawl of stars overhead, its haunting cry echoing across the craggy peaks.