Chapter 13
We rest and recover from our work until dinnertime. Then we make a stew for dinner since that’s the way to make our meat and vegetables go the farthest. I add a can of scavenged beans into the mix, and the result is quite tasty.
The sun is setting in a weird, muted orange sky. The light filters through the branches of the surrounding trees, leading to dappled light on our campsite. Molly begged for dinner as usual and then disappeared into the woods for her nightly routine. Micah and I are still sitting beside the firepit.
“How does it feel?” I ask, gesturing toward his side. He put a T-shirt on over the bandages, and he looks perfectly normal and well right now.
Strong and real and handsome and familiar.
Human in a way that makes my belly twist.
“What? Oh, it’s fine. It hurt a little earlier, but I think it’s just because it broke open some. It’s fine now. No major damage.”
“That’s good.”
“Yeah.”
Our eyes meet across the firepit.
His eyes are dark but still recognizably blue, even in this light.
I don’t know why I like the looks of him so much, even after the secret he was keeping from me.
I don’t know why I want to touch him so much.
He’s still watching me, and I can feel rather than see his gaze go hot. Maybe he can sense what I’m thinking. Or maybe his mind is simply straying in the same direction as mine.
“I don’t know, Micah,” I say at last, shifting in my lawn chair.
“I know you don’t. I get it. I’m not gonna make a move on you. If you wanna do somethin’, then you’re gonna have to make it happen.”
I check his face, and what I see there relaxes me. He’s part understanding, part turned on, and part dryly amused.
He’s not crushed or wounded by my hesitance. He’s not in love with me. He’s not hoping to make a lifetime thing out of our random connection.
There’s no pressure here at all.
He wants to fuck me, but he understands why it might not happen.
So that makes it safe for me to want to fuck him.
I get up. Stand above the bench where he’s sitting. Meet his eyes when he gazes up at me.
“This is just because I want to,” I say. “It’s not a sign that everything is all right. I still don’t know what I’m going to decide in the morning.”
“Understood,” he says thickly as I climb into his lap, straddling his hips until I’m in a reasonably comfortable position.
These aren’t ideal conditions for this position, but I need to be on top so we do no more damage to his injury.
Both his hands curve around my ass over the fabric of the old dress I’m still wearing. It’s loose and mostly shapeless, and I’m completely naked beneath it.
“I’m never gonna say no to fuckin’ you, baby.” He adjusts his lower body, slouching slightly so our groins are better aligned. “It can mean nothin’, and I’ll still wanna do it. You can fuckin’ hate me, and I’ll still say climb on board.”
His wording surprises me into a helpless giggle. Micah takes advantage of my distraction to pull me down into a kiss.
I respond immediately, softening against him as our lips and tongues move together. He strokes my ass and my back and leans forward to take one breast in his hand, tweaking the nipple as his tongue thrusts deeper.
It doesn’t take long to arouse me with that particular combination of sensations. Soon I’m moaning into the kiss and rocking my pelvis against the bulge at the front of his boxers.
He never put his trousers back on and has been wearing boxers and a T-shirt all afternoon.
Just as well. It’s easier to feel him, touch him. Eventually I slide one hand down and tuck it beneath his waistband so I can find and squeeze his hard cock.
He grunts and jerks up into my hand.
The small gesture thrills me. I squeeze him again.
He jerks his hips up in the same helpless reflex.
“Fuck, baby,” he rasps against my mouth. “You keep doin’ that, and I’m gonna come before we even get started.”
“Really?” I pull back enough to smile down at him in pleased satisfaction.
“Yes, really. You should know by now that I got no control when it comes to you.” As he speaks, he pulls my dress off over my head and drops it on the bench beside us. His eyes crawl over my naked body before they return to my face. “Shit, what did I ever do to deserve this?”
“Well, you didn’t tell me the whole truth, that’s for sure.” Despite the remonstrance in the words, my tone is mild and amused. “If I could think of some way to punish you, I would.”
He chuckles. “If you’re naked while I get my punishment, I’ll take it whatever it is.”
I’ve never met a man who can make me laugh the way he does. It never occurred to me to even want that in a man before. But now I can’t even imagine fucking without laughter being a part of it.
Has this man changed me?
How did he manage it?
And what does it mean to my future?
I have no answers to those questions, and they’ll only distract me from the arousal pulsing through me. So, still smiling, I pull his cock out of his boxers. “I’ll mull over appropriate punishments. But for right now we’re going to do this.”
He lets go of me with one hand so he can hold his cock upright as I line myself up above him, lowering my hips to sheathe him with my pussy.
I’m wet enough for it to be comfortable, but we haven’t had as much foreplay as normal, so the penetration feels tight. We both groan as I settle around him.
“Yes,” he hisses out, closing his eyes briefly as he processes the feelings. “Fuck, baby, you always feel just right.”
I love the sound of that. I want him to say more. I hold on to his shoulders and start to ride him.
His eyes open as he begins rocking up to meet my rhythm. We’re both tired after a very long day. We’re both stretched after everything that’s happened in the past forty-eight hours. I don’t have much control, and he doesn’t either.
Soon we’re fucking hard and fast and raw, our motion almost clumsy as we work up toward release. He’s grunting like an animal, and I’m doing the same. Every time I open my eyes, he’s staring up at me.
What I see in his eyes should be disturbing. Hunger. Heat. Need. Possessiveness. And that same awe I caught in his gaze the very first day and have continued to see in random flickers and glints all this time.
Awe.
At me.
It should rattle and disorient me so much it distracts from my climb toward orgasm, but it doesn’t. Because I want it. I need it. It’s become an inextricable part of sex for me.
Like I might never be able to give myself physically without it again.
Not ever again.
“Kat,” he gasps, holding fistfuls of my ass as he bucks up into me. His features twist with effort and pleasure. “Kat, come, baby. Come soon.”
I make a helpless sound as I let go of his shoulder with one hand to rub my clit. The extra stimulation is enough to push me into orgasm.
I cry out loudly at the sudden waves of pleasure, and I keep moaning as Micah lets go too, thrusting into me from below. “Don’t forget to pull out,” I manage to say when I see he’s on the cusp of coming.
“Fuck!” He manages to withdraw his cock from my pussy just in time. Then he pulls me back down with his cock folded between us as he jerks through the spasms of his release.
He wraps his arms around me, holding me tight as we come down, gasping in sync.
When he’s finally regained his power of speech, he says, “Thanks. I can’t believe I almost forgot to pull out.”
“We were really into it. But I also don’t want to get pregnant.”
“I know. I know. I’ll do better.”
I sigh against his shoulder. “You did just fine.”
My hair is still loose since I never braided it after washing. He strokes down the length of it. “And as always, baby, you are a lot better than fine.”