Chapter 32
T he morning light filtered through the cabin's window, soft and golden, casting sunbeams across the bed. Lauren inhaled deeply. The air smelled faintly of lingering smoke from last night's fire.
Outside, the mountain was quiet. There were no campers, no voices, just the hush of wind moving through the trees. A loud reminder that they were together.
Yesterday, when she arrived, she found herself in a different atmosphere than she had expected.
Without a crowd of people, the campground seemed much bigger and more beautiful.
Almost serene. She found herself whispering every time she talked, to Mac's amusement, because there was no reason to interrupt the peacefulness surrounding her.
Lauren was tangled in the sheets, feeling the comforting warmth of Mac's arm draped around her waist. His steady, gentle breath against her shoulder was like the peaceful rhythm of the mountain.
She hadn't gotten much sleep. They'd whispered, shared silences, and gentle touches as they rediscovered each other, and their hearts caught up to what their minds already understood.
It was still hard to believe that he came to her.
She understood how much it took for him to put himself out there and leave his home behind.
Yet, she had to admit that deep down, he'd fulfilled a deep-seated fantasy of having a man run after her.
Every woman wanted a man to chase her. She was no different.
She turned slightly, her fingers brushing the curve of his whiskered jaw. His eyes opened, and met hers, making her chest tighten. They'd made love twice last night. Each time more special than the last.
She kissed him softly, and he pulled her closer, the space between them disappearing.
Their bodies moved together, seeking the comfort they had found the night before.
It wasn't only passion fueling her. It was about choosing each other.
They'd both started this journey, meeting halfway.
It gave her all the confidence in the world to explore a life with him.
He took her hand and slid it under the cover, wrapping her fingers around his hard cock. Her pussy spasmed in response. She swallowed at the onslaught of arousal, believing she'd never get tired of having sex with him.
Mac grabbed a condom off the nightstand, rolled it on, and got on top of her, pushing her knees apart and settling between her thighs. She wrapped her legs around the back of him.
His hard cock pressed between her legs, sliding along the inside of her leg, and stopping before going inside of her.
Last night, she'd shown him the pack of birth control pills.
He'd told her how, after getting Tara pregnant almost thirteen years ago, he always wore a condom when he had sex.
Religiously. She respected him even more.
"What am I going to do with you, woman?" His voice lowered. "Twenty-four/seven. You're going to kill me."
Her stomach fluttered. "You can stop at any time. Maybe go fishing instead."
"Fuck fishing." He kissed her hard. "I'd rather die inside of you."
She exhaled, silently laughing. The pure enjoyment of their back-and-forth conversation delighted her.
He wasn't much of a talker. Most of the time, he was solemn and grumpy. But if she paid attention. If she looked beyond the expressions on his face and ignored the grunts. Mac was funny, and she loved that about him. It was as if he were only funny with her.
"I'll make sure to give you mouth-to-mouth." She moistened her lips, ready to save his life.
Amusement bubbled up inside of her at her absurd answer and quickly faded when he took her seriously and shifted his body. He held himself up on his arms and knees, lightly stroking the velvety hardness of his length along her inner thigh, not quite reaching her pussy.
She stroked his cheek. Never in a hundred years would she ever get used to the whirlwind of emotions of knowing he was with her. She wanted to pinch herself to see if this was all real. It'd happened so fast.
Her breath hitched. She ran her hands down his sides, arching her back, needing him.
Watching him move his body and seeing his pleasure aroused her more. He was wild and unpredictable. There was something about how he knew exactly what she needed that excited her.
A thrill shot through her. She would never get used to knowing she'd come here on vacation and then returned, wanting this to be her life. A life with Mac.
Sex with Mac was wonderful. Her body craved him.
Instead of putting his cock in her, he moved down her body, kissing a trail from her lips to her pussy. She bit down on her bottom lip and let her eyes roll back as the assault on her body melted her to the mattress.
The sweep of his tongue on her pussy left her moaning.
Mac slipped his hand under her ass, propping her lower body higher. Her insides coiled at the assault of his tongue, sweeping over her clit. His whiskers caressed her even more.
Blood rushed to her head, making her dizzy with the onslaught of pleasure swirling between her legs. She swallowed, panting to keep her climax from taking over her body.
She wanted to wrap her legs around him and keep him there forever. Reaching down, she grabbed his hair. She couldn't take it anymore.
"I want." She gasped. "You." She pulled. "Inside me. Now."
He finally took his mouth off her sex. Scrunching her stomach, she lifted her head to see what he was doing, and he pulled her to the end of the bed, letting her feet touch the floor and her ass hang off the mattress.
He ogled between her legs and groaned. "Beautiful."
Oh, God. She held her breath. He was going to make her orgasm before he even—
He shoved his cock into her. All the strength left her legs, and she slid off the edge of the bed. He wrapped his thick arm around her waist and hauled her back on the mattress without losing contact with her.
Mac growled and settled on top of her, sliding in and out with ease through the wetness he'd created. She sprawled her hands along his ribs. The bulk of him pressed her down, and she loved having his weight on her.
She hung on, straining before pleasure curled inside of her and consumed her body. Erratic jolts exploded inside of her. Her pussy spasmed, and her legs quivered.
Embraced and consumed, she took Mac's weight.
Mac's hips pressed against her harder, holding still, and he shuddered on a groan. His cock pulsed bigger, harder inside of her as he climaxed. Her body answered, squeezing down on him in delight.
As if in sync, they held each other. Mac cradled her head. She inhaled deeply, enjoying the calmness after sex.
He kissed the side of her head. "What are your plans for today?"
"I haven't thought that far in advance." She opened her eyes. "We never really talked about where I'd stay...in a cabin or with you?"
He pushed off her, slipping his cock out, and removed the condom. "You're staying with me."
"But what about when Jetter visits?" She sat up on the edge of the bed. "We have a lot to talk about."
Since arriving, they only had one thing on their minds. Sex.
"Right now, I'm going to shower." He stopped. "You'll shower. Then, I'll shower."
She studied him. He seemed to be coming up with ideas on the run.
"Tonight, Beckett and Cord are having a party at the lake." He swept his hair off his forehead. "We'll go."
"A party?" She stood and grabbed the blanket from the bed, wrapping it around her. "How many people are going to be here?"
"Just us." He flashed her a lopsided grin and dropped his gaze on her body. "Unless you want to stay in and have more sex."
She raised her brows. That was a good idea, too.
"A party sounds fun." She approached him. "If you're sure you want me here with you, I'd love to stay."
His gaze softened, and he kissed her. "Yeah, woman, I want you with me."