Chapter 22
H eat rolled off Mac despite having a wet body, and he nudged her bottom lip. Lauren opened her mouth. There was no rush like the last time. Mac's lips softened and slowed. She cupped the back of his head, arching her neck. Kissing him only made her want to hold on to him tighter. Kiss longer.
His tongue caressed her mouth before he pulled back. "I've never begged for anything in my fucking life, but I'm begging you to take that suit off and let me see you in the moonlight."
She opened her eyes. He was right. The sun was completely gone. The moon was barely above the line of trees.
"Someone will see us," she whispered.
"I'll cover you." He pulled back, looking at the front of her. "Take it off."
Her suit came in two pieces, though it looked like a one-piece. She looked at the sandy swimming area, which was usually full during the day, and found it empty. Whether the cold kept everyone away or they had the legend of Ol' Hookjaw to thank for the privacy, they had the lake to themselves.
She pulled her arms into her top and struggled to pull the wet material over her breasts. Mac grabbed the back and pulled it higher so she could remove the material over her head. There was nothing slow and sexy about her contorting her body to remove the swimsuit.
Without his heat, she shivered. There were goosebumps on every inch of her.
He palmed the weight of her left breast as she rocked side to side, working her swimsuit bottoms over her ass. By the time she was naked, it felt like she'd wrestled Ol' Hookjaw himself.
Mac removed a condom from the pocket of his jeans. He'd come prepared, and that thrilled her. He must have wanted her before he arrived at the dock.
He rolled on the protection and stuffed the wrapper in his discarded jeans. Then he took her towel and spread it out on the wooden dock, placing her on her back. He lay beside her, taking her nipple in his mouth. She twined her hand in his hair and stared up at the stars. Was this really happening?
Mac slid his hand between her legs. She swallowed at the hit of arousal coursing through her. "Your pussy is warm," he mumbled against her breast.
The vibration of his words tickled. She laughed softly into the night.
"You're crazy." She arched her back on the dock.
Tonight, Mac seemed more relaxed. Not quite so rushed. His mood was different. As if he wanted to share a different part of himself with her rather than jumping right into the pleasure that was guaranteed to come.
It was intimate and real. A little less grumpy. And she clung to how Mac made her feel.
He lifted his head. "Losing my fucking mind over you."
"Yeah?" She stroked his beard, bursting inside. "Good. I'm glad."
Guaranteed. She was going to leave Bitterroot Mountain Range Campground with a broken heart.
He slid a finger inside of her. "I don't know what you're doing to me."
She pulled his face down and kissed him softly. Being with him wasn't supposed to be complicated. This was a reward vacation. Instead, it'd flipped her world upside down and let her explore things she never knew she wanted to experience.
Sure, she had a couple of rough weeks as she battled her attraction to Mac, justifying her feelings for him.
In the end, it wasn't fair to fall in love with a man who wanted a different lifestyle.
A different kind of woman. He'd made that clear while talking about his non-relationship with Jetter's mom.
As much as it was going to hurt to walk away, she cared about him too much to even think of pressing him for more. She wouldn't want to change him because his differences were what made her fall in love with him.
He was a mountain man, and she was a content creator. They lived two different lives. Not to mention, there was an age difference between them, and Mac was a single Dad.
"Fuck me." She swallowed hard.
All she wanted to do was make them both feel better. It was too hard to imagine going a day without him.
"Mm, dirty mouth." His gaze warmed, and he chuckled. The movement made her whole body jiggle. She covered up her stomach.
"Don't." He caught her wrists and uncrossed her arms. "Ever. Hide from me."
She wrinkled her nose. "I'm not perfect—"
"Jesus, woman." His finger inside her pussy stilled. "From the second you pulled up to the campground, I couldn't take my eyes off you. I like a woman with more meat on her bones."
"Really?" she whispered. "Like your venison?"
"Yeah." His mouth softened. "Just like venison."
He kissed her deeply, rolling her on top of him. She pushed off his chest and sat straddling his hips. His cock was pinned between their bodies. Rock hard and pulsating.
"Ride me, woman." He squeezed her thighs.
Her insides tightened. She got up on her knees, reached between her legs, and lined the head of his cock up to her pussy. The other times they'd had sex, Mac had taken control, and she loved it.
But being on top of him, confident that he liked her body, even if she had some extra rolls. Rolls that he was rubbing with his hands. She caught her lip between her teeth and lowered herself down on him. She gazed into his eyes. Eyes that lowered to half-mast.
Every single one of her problems melted away.
He filled her in the best possible way. She moved slightly. Mac trailed his hands up her body and palmed her breasts. She leaned forward into his touch.
Mac's moan vibrated through her, and he thrust his cock higher. There were only a few inches she could move. Every time he lifted his ass, he filled her pussy, and her head went back. He hit every delicious spot inside of her.
He cupped her butt, lifting and plunging, taking the work away from her. She braced her hands on his chest and rode him, just the way he'd told her to do.
Water slapped against the pilings underneath the dock. Pleasure traveled from her pussy, up her spine, and engulfed her. Her inner thighs burned. Her knees grew sensitive.
Yet, his large body rubbed everywhere on her. Her breasts. Her stomach. Her clit.
"That's it." He sped up.
She bounced on him. Sweet torture plunged and withdrew, only to thrust faster, manipulating her body. She panted, clawing his chest.
He stole her breath.
She straightened her neck and dug the tips of her fingernails in as he brought her higher and higher.
Her moans grew louder as she came closer to achieving her orgasm. She couldn't slow down. Moving with him, she grabbed his shoulder, pushing hard against him. Seized with pleasure, lights flashed in her vision, and her insides unraveled.
Mac groaned, arching his back. Through her sex spasming, his cock pulsed his release.
As her body peaked, she suddenly plummeted. Her muscles weakened, and she slumped on top of him. He pulled her down until she lay on top of him and cradled her head against his chest. She closed her eyes, exhaustion hitting her hard.
A shiver rolled up her spine, bringing her back to reality. She was on a dock. Naked. Wet.
And she was leaving in two days.
"I want to show you something." He rubbed her back. "Do you think you can stay awake a little longer?"
"Sure." She sat up and threw her leg over him, letting him up. "As long as you understand what you just did has given me a permanent smile."
He grunted with approval, removing the condom and tying the end. Lauren skipped putting on her swimsuit and instead watched him as she slipped her dress over her naked body.
Once he had put on his jeans and boots, he placed the used protection in his flannel shirt, which he carried bunched up in his hand, while he put his other arm over her shoulders, holding her close.
She looked at him questioningly, twining her fingers through his.
He murmured, "Pack it in, pack it out."
Her stomach fluttered. She admired him more. Always a servant of the land he lived on. He made the world a more beautiful place.
"Where are we going?" she whispered.
"You'll see."
He could take her anywhere, and she'd willingly go with him.