AUDREY
Everything tingled. My ass, my clit, my nipples. My lips. And the oxytocin—what we’d called the love hormone in med school—plowing through my system had me soaring. Bonding.
I was definitely feeling the love.
In all kinds of ways.
It was more than physical, and that part scared the hell out of me. Marina had told me to climb Boyd like a tree. Becky, who’d never met my sister, would high five her and agree. I’d wanted to get laid, get some man-made orgasms and have a little fun.
Check and check.
I hadn’t expected Boyd to turn out to be so much more than I gave him credit for. He was almost too good to be true. Cocky, sure. He’d proven he was a skilled lover. No wonder women eyed him like he was the last piece of chocolate in a box. I craved him now.
I guess that made me nervous. Because I’d learned if something seemed too good to be true, it usually was.
I wasn’t going to give any attention to my fears right now, though.
The day was gorgeous, and my body thrummed with pleasure.
I was following Boyd across the field. His long legs ate up the distance, and I couldn’t keep up.
He slowed, held out his hand, and I took it. He didn’t let go as he led me to—
“Is that water?” I asked as we headed down a barely-there narrow footpath.
I assumed we were on private property, but the place was visited enough to have a worn-down area in the grass.
We were about ten minutes from the truck and had gone higher and close to the mountains.
Small boulders dotted the hillside, scraggly bushes and even a cottonwood or two offered dappled spots of shade.
I stopped short and gasped when we rounded a corner. “Oh my God, Boyd. This is incredible.”
In front of us, a small, fifteen-foot waterfall dazzled, dropping freely over a moss-covered rock lip to feed what appeared to be a deep pool.
He looked my way and grinned. “I know, darlin’. It’s private property, Old Man Shefield’s land. Wolf Ranch is his next-door neighbor, so I’ve been coming here since I was a tot. He died a few months ago, sadly.”
I turned around and looked east. I couldn’t see the house for this property or any of the buildings on Wolf Ranch. He leaned close and pointed over my shoulder.
“Wolf Ranch is that way.”
“This is one of those things you did as a kid? Roamed free and got to come up here with your brothers?”
I turned back around, took in the water. It would be called a pond because of the size. It was perhaps only thirty feet across. Excess water escaped over the bank and made a little stream that went down the hillside.
“Sure did.”
I could envision Boyd as a boy, pale tousled hair and gangly arms and legs, running after his older brothers and splashing in the water. It had to have been such a carefree childhood. Until—
“Do you swim here?” I asked, steering my thoughts away from what had happened to his parents. I wondered if he came here much after their deaths.
“Yes. Feel the water. You won’t believe it.”
I walked to the water’s edge, squatted down and stuck my fingertips in. “It’s so warm! Is it a hot spring?”
He nodded, then tipped his chin. “Yep. The waterfall is runoff and cold as hell. Beneath it, coming out of the ground is a spring. Water’s really hot, so careful if you go in that corner. It all mixes together to make it just right. I’ve even come here in the winter.”
I looked up at him, wondering if he was teasing me. There were hot springs all over the west and in this area, the same underground source that fed Yellowstone’s hot springs and geysers. Most were public and made into baths, but this…
A private oasis.
I dipped my fingertips in. The water was perfect, like a tepid bath. “This is incredible!” I shouted.
Boyd chuckled. “I know it is. Aren’t you glad you finally agreed to let me show you around?”
Yes. For more reasons than one. I just hadn’t expected a tour like this.
I started stripping off my clothes. “Last one in is a rotten egg!”
Boyd whooped and tore off his jeans and t-shirt. I stopped to admire him as I’d yet to see him naked. My eye was drawn to the white bandage over the place he’d been gored. I would’ve sworn it was a little lower below his ribs, but I must’ve remembered wrong, just like how injured he’d really been.
Despite my doctorly concern, my attention shifted to his exquisite body.
The guy was perfect. His shoulders were broad, his chest muscle-packed and hairy—as manly as they came.
His waist was narrow, and that pale hair tapered into a line that went straight to his groin.
His legs were strong and powerful, but it was what hung between them that had me drooling.
That had been inside me? I knew he was big, my pussy ached and throbbed from his rough use, but that?
Wow. It was practically a baby arm that jutted from a thatch of hair a few shades darker than on his head.
Thick and long, his dick started to swell and grow from my observation.
I flicked my gaze to his, and he was watching me.
Grinning. He just stood there, lacking any amount of modesty, and let me take him in.
He was naked as the day he was born except for his signature cowboy hat on his head.
The crown of his dick was flared, a reddish tone that from even ten feet away, had pre-cum oozing from the narrow slit.
And for some reason, he was into me. So into me his dick now curved up toward his belly. Below, his balls were large and pendulous, showing off his virility. He’d come not twenty minutes before, but they looked heavy and full as if he had more for me.
I licked my lips and had to turn away because I’d drop to my knees before him and take him into my mouth. No. Swim first, suck later. I took off my glasses and dropped them on top of my clothes.
Perhaps he was in agreement, for we both ran into the water—Boyd with his hat still on—and I gasped as I suddenly lost my footing on the smooth bottom. Concern flitted over Boyd’s face until I laughed.
“It’s deep!” I was up to my shoulders, and I moved my arms over the surface making little waves.
He was at my side in a flash, lifting me into a floating baby cradle, turning me around. I loved the feel of his arms around me, his chest hair tickling my back. “It is. Perfect for diving off that ledge.” He lifted his chin toward the top of the waterfall.
I shook my head. It wasn’t more than fifteen feet, but I was chicken. “No way I’m doing that.”
“Nah, I wouldn’t let you. Not unless I was underneath to make sure you weren’t scared.” He grinned at me.
And suddenly, I felt like nothing would scare me again. Not with Boyd around to protect me. He’d done so with Jett at the bar and said he would now here, with my inner fear of heights.
I’d been in control for so long. There’d been no one looking out for me, not even when I was a kid.
I was used to taking care of myself, but here, suddenly, was this guy who had followed me home and wanted me to get my rest and held me in the pool, so I could stretch out and float like a baby in the womb.
Again, it was too good to be true.
But I wanted to trust in it. I wanted this. I wanted what he seemed to be offering. Was I a fool to think, even though he’d been saying the words, really wanted it too?
Just for today, I would. How could I ruin this place, with this guy, by thinking the worst?
I could put the brakes on tomorrow. Take a step back. Right now, I just wanted to be present with Boyd, savor how he held me, what he did to me with his hands, mouth and dick. “I love this,” I murmured. “Maybe I do believe in fate.”
I swore Boyd stopped breathing for a moment. Then he carried me straight out of the water like a man with a purpose.
“What are you doing?” I laughed. “That was so nice.”
“I need to be inside you again,” he rumbled, his voice raw.
I saw bald need on his face. Hunger. The same look he had as he stalked toward me at the truck.
It had been aggressive, heady. Potent. He’d spanked my ass, been rough.
Wild, even. This though, it was just as intense, but it was as if he craved me, as if I were an addiction, and he needed another fix. “That okay with you?”
I could totally relate. He’d just taken me less than an hour earlier, and I wanted to do it again.
“God, yes.” I’d never felt so desirable in my life.
He couldn’t fake passion like that. Could he?
No, he definitely couldn’t. A dick hard like his couldn’t be faked.
This guy was seriously into me. And I was going to drink up every delicious second of it.