39. Grady
GRADY
It’s nearly over, and I’m trying to hide how gutted that makes me feel.
This is our last night, and I don’t want to waste a second of it.
Closing my eyes, I try to absorb every touch, taste, and feel of this moment.
We’re lying naked in my hammock, Blake tucked by my side, her bare body stretched out against mine as we lightly swing between two trees.
Yeah, this is heaven.
If this were a movie, a montage would be playing about now, showing off our last three days in all its splendor—laughter, wonder, sex…
so much sex. We’ve skinny-dipped in lakes and swimming holes, we’ve played chess by the fire (she’s beaten me three times, and we’re now tied with an even number of wins—fuck, I love how smart she is).
Blake has taken a million photos of nature; she can’t get enough of it, and watching her awe at the si mplest things is a thing of beauty.
We’ve laughed, we’ve talked for hours. Set free from outside pressure, we’ve been able to talk about anything and everything.
And she’s easy to talk to. She’s funny and smart.
She has a wicked sense of humor, and she gets my sarcastic little quips and one-liners.
She doesn’t mind me talking about my love of the forest and what I want to do with my future.
She walked beside me whenever the track was wide enough, asking me questions about my engineering degree and actually listening to the answers, encouraging me to pursue what I want rather than sticking to the safest bet.
She then told me how much she’s always loved photography but could never pursue it because it wasn’t academic enough.
“It’s a hobby, and I was only allowed to fit it in when I had the time, which was never because I’ve been so busy doing all the other shit that only smart people do.” She rolled her eyes over that one.
And now she’s rolling her eyes again at me, her cute smile coming into play. Damn, I can’t get enough of that smile.
Gently brushing my finger down her cheek, I grin. “You know, you’ve got this barely there dimple right here.” I brush the spot again. “It only shows when you’re doing your ‘I want to be unimpressed, but I secretly think you’re cute’ smile.”
She laughs. “That’s a very specific smile.”
“It’s one of my favorites.”
She beams up at me, biting her bottom lip and filling my chest to overflowing. It’s hard to breathe around her sometimes… yet I’ve never felt more relaxed .
Splaying her hand over my pec, she nestles her head back on my shoulder, and we continue to swing as the world grows dark around us.
We had an early dinner because we were hungry after our dip in the lake…
and the sex that followed. We took each other on the shoreline—her beneath me on the edge of the water, her legs wrapped around my body as I plunged into her, sending us over the edge.
I didn’t want it over too fast and tried to slow things down, but it’s hard with her.
She’s addictive and sweet, and I love her body so fucking much.
She came while I was inside her, spasming around my cock and making me follow quickly after.
Her cries are still ringing in my ear, and I want to take her all over again, but I need to let her rest too.
I don’t want to hurt her sweet pussy. We’ve been doing it every chance we can get, like we know the clock is ticking on this thing and we don’t want to waste a second of our time.
“I could stay out here forever,” she murmurs, her lips tickling my skin as she talks against me.
“I know, right?” I glide my finger over her shoulder, painting circles on her soft, smooth skin.
Her leg inches up my thigh, her pussy pressing into me. I love lying naked with her. She fits so perfectly against me.
Shit… I don’t know how I’m gonna let her go tomorrow.
“Hey, look, the first star.” I try to distract myself from that melancholy feeling, not wanting to think about the fact that we’ll be hiking out of here in the morning.
She looks up, gazing at the twinkling dot.
We have a small window of sky above us, the trees creating a frame, and as the night sky darkens, that patch is going to be peppered with stars.
It’s going to be beautiful, and I wonder if we should hike back to the lake so we can get a decent view before tucking ourselves into the tent for our final night together.
Shit, I don’t want to go!
I’m not ready for this to end.
As if she can sense what I’m thinking, Blake kisses a line from my pec to my neck, obviously trying to distract me.
Shuffling around, she rolls on top of me, the hammock swinging in protest.
I softly chuckle, realigning her hips so she’s centered, her sweet tits pressing into my chest.
I pull the blanket up so it’s covering her back and protecting her from any bugs. We smell like insect repellent, but it’s worth it. She’s already been bitten a few times over the past few days, and I don’t want her getting any more.
“How am I going to leave this place?” she whispers, running her finger from the edge of my eye to the tip of my chin before leaning forward to kiss me.
I trail my hand up her spine, then cup the back of her head, holding her in place so I can kiss her longer, deeper… and not have to answer that question.
“I can’t do it,” she murmurs against my mouth. “I can’t go back.”
“Yes, you can.” I force myself to say what she needs to hear.
Holding her face, I encourage her to look at me.
In the fading light, I can still make out her face, but the darkness is stealing the details.
“You’re strong enough to face anything. You’re smart and brave…
and you can do th is. You can face whatever is waiting for you back in Nolan and with your parents in Denver. You can do this.”
“I don’t want to.” Her words catch, and she sucks in a shaky breath. “I don’t want to face it all. I just want to stay here with you.”
My lips twitch in appreciation. It’s impossible not to smile. Oh man, I want that too! These past few days have been perfect, and I don’t know how I’m gonna go back either.
But one of us needs to be strong, right?
“Wily loves you, and so do your parents. Sure, they might be disappointed or annoyed, but they’re going to get over it.
And this is your chance to come clean and figure out what you want for you , not because you need to be the best at what your parents want.
What do you want? What sets you on fire?
This is your chance to pursue that, to fight for it and find out what makes you happy. ”
“You make me happy,” she mumbles, then quickly kisses me before I can tell her that I’m not an option.
Our clock runs out tomorrow, the second we get back to Nolan.
I wish it didn’t have to be that way, but I don’t know if Wily will get what we’ve done out here. Maybe after Blake spills her news? Maybe once she’s confessed all and fought to pursue what she wants… then maybe she can fight for me too.
But not yet.
This has to be what we said it would be—a short-term thing.
As her tongue glides into my mouth and our bodies start to heat with that familiar flame, I hold her tighter against me and force myself not to think beyond this hammock, our little campsite, and this forest.
Right now, there can be nothing outside this space. No person, no place, no thing.
It’s just us, cocooned in this little oasis.
Blake starts to rock against me, my cock responding the way it’s been doing all week, and I know what’s coming.
“You sure?” I murmur between kisses.
“Yes. You want to?”
“Of course I do,” I mumble against her neck. “Just want to make sure you’re not too sore or anything.”
“Boy, you’re mine tonight, and I’m having you.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I argue, sucking her shoulder and swallowing down a moan.
“You can’t hurt me, Grady,” she whispers before nibbling my earlobe, then rising so I can suckle her sweet tits the way she likes me to.
The hammock rocks and sways, adding a new layer to our lovemaking that we haven’t experienced yet.
It’s kind of funny, and we end up laughing when she goes to line us up and the hammock starts swinging wildly.
Her tits bounce, and I hold them steady until she sinks onto me and I lose the ability to do anything but grip her hips and let her ride me.
We find our rhythm easily, and our grunts and cries of pleasure are swallowed up by the darkness and the woods beyond. We are the only two people on the planet right now.
Adam and Eve. Making each other come under the stars.
My thumb teases her clit, and she slows her moves to long, languid glides that tease my cock into a frenzy.
I want to explode inside this woman, but I hold off, waiting until she’s come.
I love letting her go first. I love hearing those whimpers and uncontrolled cries.
I love her pussy clutching me, her knees squeezing around me when she falls apart.
“I’m coming,” she whimpers, bouncing on top of me.
I keep working her clit, loving the way her tits gyrate in the open air.
The breeze is playing with her hair, brushing it across her shoulders.
“I’m coming,” she squeaks, and I lightly fist the back of her hair, wrapping the loose tendrils around my fingers when she leans forward and wails against my cheek.
And just like all those other times, her sweet pussy grabs ahold of me, spasming around my cock and making my eyes roll back in my head.
Holy fuck, that feels good.
Her lips find mine and we drink from each other—two thirsty souls.
Locked in a tongue tango, she continues to ride me, and I moan into her mouth, the orgasm building fast and furious.
Blue fire spreads from my center to my toes and fingertips.
I thrust deep, slapping my hands on her hips and pulling her down on top of me.
She envelops me, taking out every one of my senses until there is only her. Only us.
I come inside her sweet body, leaving a part of myself like I’ve done every other time.
And she takes it, seems to relish it, like I’m something special.
Resting her hands on my chest, I feel the quivering vibrations running through her, so I pull her down to lie against me. Her head tucks into the side of my neck, and I hold her, because that’s all I can do.
There are no words, just panting breaths as we absorb each other, our thundering heartbeats blending into one rhythm.
Our rhythm.
Shit, I never want it to stop.