Chapter 35
KELSEY
When I told Sutton this was my favorite trail, I meant it.
I knew exactly where it lead, but I was too distracted and caught up in peeking over my shoulder the entire way and every time I looked back, his eyes were fixed on me.
Mental note: wear these shorts around him more because he makes me melt under his hungry gaze.
It’s a gorgeous summer day and there’s not a cloud in the crystal clear blue sky. That color is the perfect match for the blue eyes that are looking back at me and boring into my soul.
Yes, this place where the Tetons Mountains rise up to the north and loom over the town below us was my favorite view—until now.
Sutton stripped down to only his hiking boots with the mountains behind him, pinning my back to the boulder, feels sinful and indulgent to look at.
“You feel so fucking good,” he hisses through clenched teeth. I feel his hand tighten on the flesh of my ass and I hope he leaves a bruise because I want to remember this.
The only thing more indulgent than looking at this gorgeous man is the delicious sensation of his cock easing into me and stretching me.
I rock my hips forward, beckoning for him to give me more.
He does just that, easing out before thrusting back.
I know he’s not even completely in yet, but I feel so full and connected to him that the world around us fades away.
It’s just me and him—alone in nature—our bodies molded to each other.
He pulls back again before finally pumping into me harder. He bottoms out deep inside me, and I moan into his neck. “Fuck, Sutton. Yes, please. Just like that.”
He gives me exactly what I want. He fucks me hard, pounding me with deep thrusts and gripping my ass in his hand. Each thrust pushes me against the unyielding boulder at my back, giving my body no choice but to accommodate his size.
I swivel my hips and I’m rocked with another wave of pleasure when his shaft starts to rub against my aching clit.
I’m overwhelmed with sensation and feel myself already starting to careen toward another Sutton-induced orgasm.
It feels like each one is better than the last with him and I don’t know how that’s even possible.
“Stay with me, Shadow.” His deep, raspy voice pulls my focus back to the moment—back to him. “You know I’m going to get you there. Just tell me what you need, what you want.”
I want all of him, all the time. That’s the thought that rushes through my mind before it’s drowned out by the overwhelming sensation of his presence.
“Just keep going. Don’t stop.” I bite my lip and look into those baby blues that feel like a window into his very being.
He grins and keeps rhythmically fucking me at the pace my body craves.
Each retreat of his cock leaves me wanting more, and each thrust fills and stretches me building that knot of tension low in my stomach to a breaking point.
His eyes drop to where we’re joined. “Fuck. Look how pretty you are taking my cock. Your pussy was made for me.”
My mouth waters at the sight of his thick, lengthy cock pounding into me. He’s coated in my arousal and if I wasn’t so close to coming, I’d want him in my mouth.
I drop my hand from his neck to reach down and play with myself. I swirl my finger over my throbbing clit and feel my pussy clench at the extra sensation. My fingertip grazes his cock each time he rocks into me and I hear him suck in a breath.
“Shit, yes,” he hisses, pupils blown while he watches me playing with myself.
He looks up, his gaze smoldering and desperate for release, just like me.
He leans down and kisses my neck and with one punishing thrust, bottoms out and seats himself into the hilt.
I shatter at the overwhelming barrage of sensations.
His dick, my fingers, the cool rock at my back, his breath on my neck—all untie that knot and I cry out, dropping my head to his broad chest.
“Yes, Sutton!”
My pussy clenches onto his length and he groans, driving home one more time.
I feel his cock pulse when he comes apart, spilling his release into me.
He groans and his grip on my ass tightens as he holds me there, his hazy, lust-filled eyes staring back into mine.
His chest heaves and I feel that undeniable bond between us grow stronger.
His full lips curl into a lazy smile. “I don’t know about you, but I’m kind of hungry now. ”
I outright giggle and playfully slap his chest. That subtle motion from laughing reminds me that his thick cock is still buried in me and he shudders when I squeeze down on him. I bite my lip at his reaction because something about the control I have over this man is exhilarating.
I arch a brow at him and swirl a finger through the light dusting of chest hair between is hard pecs. “Is it always about food with you?”
He shrugs with a cocky smirk and flicks a lock his sweaty hair out of his eyes. “I mean it’s sort of my job. So, yeah?”
My eyes roll back. “Always such a dork.”
He leans forward and presses a kiss to my forehead. “Yeah, but I’m your dork.”
He points that dreamy, dimpled smile at me before slowly easing out of me, leaving my pussy aching for his fullness again. That’s not what makes my heart flutter though. It’s the way he so casually said he’s mine. I’m not the possessive type, but I don’t think I ever want to let go of him.
I love how he looks at me. I love how he’s genuine with me and listens to me. I know he wants to do more for me, but he tries to leave space for me to be me, managing to toe the perfect line of wanting to do nice things for me while still respecting my boundaries of wanting to earn my own way.
I’m starting to realize that I don’t just like him. I’m starting to think that when it comes to Sutton Sterling, maybe doing something selfish, something just for me, is what I want—what I need.
If doing something for myself for a change means having more moments like this—with him—then maybe I do need to stop being so stubborn about being self-reliant, because that’s what I did with him. Right now, there’s a very real chance that my feelings for him are much stronger than just liking him.
I nod, not bothering to hide the smile spreading across my face. “Yeah, I guess you are. Let’s eat.”
Sitting next to Sutton, I curl into his side and soak up his warmth like I’ve soaked up the sun in this spot so many times.
Beneath us, I recognize the soft plaid blanket as the one normally draped over the arm of his couch.
It feels like he brought a piece of his home on our hike, and I love it, even if it reminds me of the whole apartment situation.
Despite his good intentions, my instincts and my stubborn self-reliant nature tell me not to accept his offer. I don’t want to complicate things with Sutton, even if he will go out of his way to make everything simple and easy.
After everything we’ve cleared up between us, I have a new perspective of him, and I know he never expects anything in return from anyone. He does things out of the goodness of his heart. That’s just who he is.
Things are so good between us right now and I’m cautiously optimistic that this could be something special just like he said. If the night we met and the morning after taught me anything though, it’s that we should probably talk about this and avoid another miscommunication.
Just not right now… I want to savor this day with him.
I grab another handful of the homemade sour cream and onion potato chips and pop one into my mouth.
When he said he made them himself, I thought that was overkill but after the first bite I knew I was wrong.
They are so freaking good and I’m starting to wonder if a food item exists that he can’t make.
“I love this spot. There are so many trails here, but this one just keeps calling to me. I don’t know. Something about this spot feels like home. ”
“You’re joking right? This is my spot. I’ve been coming here for years. How did you find it?”
He winks at me before his eyes go to the horizon. “After I walked the creek trail so many times, I started venturing off. As much as I loved hiking back in Sterling Springs, none of those places were quite like this.”
That’s not the first time I’ve noticed him say New Mexico or Sterling Springs instead of ‘home’ today. Maybe I'm reading too much into something that’s not there, but I like the way he talks about Jackson like it’s his home.
It reminds me of all the local touches in his apartment. Maybe he does actually consider Jackson his home now, and that bodes well for the two of us having a real future together. I try to keep my mind from spiraling and instead just focus on the way he’s looking at me.
“It really is a special place.” I smile back at him. “I’ve always loved it, even if the town and the people living here have changed so much in the last twenty years.”
He huffs a laugh and shakes his head.
I arch a brow at him. “How’s that funny?” I toss a chip at him and it bounces off his forehead.
“It’s not funny, it’s just interesting. In Sterling Springs, they have the opposite problem, but the same end result.
” I try not to get hung up on how he still distances himself from his hometown.
“Here you’re getting priced out because everyone wants a slice of this heaven.
Back there, they need people and jobs. The mine that the town was built around mostly dried up.
There was a ski resort, but it closed for a host of reasons.
Over time, the town shrank and people are having to leave to find work.
Most of the people left are farmers on the outskirts of town and the few locals that stuck around.
In the end though, it’s just like it is here—people can’t afford to live where they’re from.
So I get struggling to stay in your hometown. ”