Chapter 34
SUTTON
Each minute of this hike is another test of my patience. I chose these shorts because they’re the most comfortable ones I have to hike in, not because they’re ‘hoochie-daddy’ shorts as Monica called them. I’m six-foot-three and almost any decent shorts look small on me.
Kelsey though? Seeing her in those shorts, on this trail, for the last hour was torture—the best kind.
I’m also positive that tormenting me was at least a small factor in her wearing them today.
I’ve already lost track of how many times I’ve had to adjust myself in my own shorts because seeing her ass made me want to stop and pin her to a tree several times.
Every step she takes, I just picture reaching out and cupping her ass or running my fingertips up the backs of her thighs.
The only thing that has stopped me is that she’s kept up a good pace ever since we talked about the apartment.
This has been the perfect day. So far we’ve talked about everything from the first days that she and Monica took over running the coffee shop to which bar has the best après ski drinks in the winter.
“So you never told me why you kept going to the creek,” she says over her shoulder and I can hear the question in her voice.
I pull my eyes up from her toned legs and ass to catch her peeking back at me.
Looking past her, I can see we’re only a few steps away from the small, rocky overlook nestled into the trees.
From the overlook, you can see the town of Jackson below, and the Teton Mountains to the north.
The views are almost as breathtaking as the woman I’m looking at—the woman I could never get out of my mind after one night with her.
“I don’t know, it probably sounds weird. I just thought if I kept retracing my steps, replaying everything that happened that night, I’d figure out what I did wrong. I’d figure out why you ghosted me.”
She stops at the large boulder at the top of the trail and turns to face me. Her lips part and she swallows. “Sutton, I’m sorry.”
I catch up with her and step into her space.
Tipping her chin up with one finger, I look down into her gray eyes that are searching mine.
There’s something about the way she looks at me, never wanting anything, but always trying to make sure I’m the one that’s OK.
She doesn’t realize that I’m the one that wants nothing more than for her to be OK.
“Hey.” I try to keep my voice soft, but I’m still catching my breath from the hike and the word comes out gruffer than I meant. “You know I really like you, right?”
She rolls her eyes before smirking back at me. “I like you too.”
“Good. So can you stop apologizing about the past? You don’t need to. We’re both sorry, so let’s just move forward because I think this could be something special.”
Could be? I don’t know why I said that because I already know that it is.
It doesn’t matter that it’s only been weeks. Every minute with her feels like a moment in time that I want branded into my memory because I will cherish every single one of them.
I run my thumb over the delicate line of her jaw, and place my other hand on the boulder above her head to brace myself. “So, can we do that? No more apologies?”
She nods, and I feel the column of her neck shift against my fingers when she swallows. I can hear both of our labored breaths.
“Good.” I grin back at her, dropping my hand from her neck to hook into the waistband of her shorts, tugging her toward me. “Now, I don’t know about you, but that hike worked up an appetite.”
Slowly, she runs her fingers up the straps of my backpack brushing against my thin athletic shirt the entire way. It pricks the hair on the back of my neck and sends blood rushing south to my cock, only increasing the strain on my compression briefs.
“What’d you bring to eat?” she asks.
“Remember when you asked if that was what our first date would have been like?” It’s been killing me to keep this a surprise all day. “It would have been like this. I packed all of your favorites.”
“What?” She tilts her head and suddenly I’m doubting myself. Maybe this idea is lamer than I thought.
“Sour cream and onion potato chips. Pistachio ice cream. Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, with and without honey, on cheap white bread. All of it. I even packed two canned Frisky Fox spicy margaritas, you said those were your favorite.”
Her lips part when it clicks. “You remembered all of that? From that night at Bridger’s?”
I lean forward pressing my body against hers. She doesn’t flinch though. She drapes her arms over my neck and I feel her eyes bore into mine. “I can’t believe you—”
My self-control snaps and I lean in to kiss her. She gasps when our lips meet. That hesitation is short-lived and our kiss immediately becomes frantic and messy. My tongue finds the back of her mouth and hers does the same. She whimpers into my mouth.
I cup her ass to help support her and she hooks a leg around mine to pull me tighter. A strangled groan escapes my throat when my throbbing erection presses against her pussy, separated only by the thin fabric of our shorts.
I break the kiss, hearing the pulse pounding in my ears. “Fuck, Shadow. Are you trying to make me rip these shorts off and fuck you right here?”
Her delicate collarbone rises and falls with each breath.
“I told you, I missed you.” She looks down to where we’re pressed against each other and rocks her hips forward, increasing the pressure on my cock, causing me to groan again.
Then she looks back up at me with a mischievous smirk.
“Would sex outdoors be something you’re into?
Since we’re still getting to know each other and all. ”
“I’m into anything if it involves being with you.” I shrug off the backpack and take my shirt off. Her eyes roam over me before she reaches out. Feeling her drag her nails across my bare skin only makes my need for her intensify. I drop my mouth to her neck, kissing just behind her ear.
She whimpers and grabs the back of my neck, lacing her fingers into my hair. “We’re going to do this right here?”
I trail kisses down her neck to her collarbone, and breathe her in. She arches her back against the rock, pressing the apex of her thighs against my cock.
“Fuck it,” I hiss out. “Yeah, right now. I’m not fucking waiting to get you back to my place.”
I kiss down to the neckline of her bra, tracing my thumbs over her hard nipples showing through the fabric.
I pull away just enough to lift her bra up to show me her perky tits that I can’t get enough of.
She lifts her arms and I finish taking it off, bringing my mouth over one of her pebbled buds.
My tongue flicks over it and she drops her head to my hair, letting out a muffled moan.
“Damnit. Quit toying with me, Sutton.” Hearing my name on her lips still makes my heart skip a beat. “Fuck me already.”
“Are you sure that you’re ready for me?” I press my mouth to her other breast, holding her nipple gently in my teeth before circling my tongue over it.
This time she doesn’t hide her moan and I feel her nails dig into my shoulders.
Then she slides one hand into her shorts and my mouth fucking waters.
I already know that I could watch her play with herself and never get enough of that image.
I look up and see nothing but playful defiance smirking back at me.
“Tell me how wet y—” I don’t get to finish that sentence because she sticks two fingers into my mouth. My tastebuds are met with the flavor of her and I groan because I need her now. She smirks back at me.
“I’ll take that as a yes?” I rasp.
I flick my brows and nod, licking her fingertips before taking them out of my mouth.
Slowly, I drop to my knees, kissing my way down between her breasts and over the hollow of her stomach.
She holds onto my shoulder, grazing my heated skin with her nails.
I tug her shorts down to her ankles and bring my eyes to her bare pussy glistening with her arousal.
She fidgets impatiently while I take my time placing kiss after kiss up her thighs.
She spreads her legs just enough to tell me that she wants my mouth on her swollen clit.
I reward her, dragging my stubbled cheeks over the soft, creamy flesh of her inner thighs before bringing my mouth to the apex.
“Holy fuck.” I murmur against her wet sex, nearly coming in my pants again when my lips meet her slick, swollen clit. She tastes divine and I want her—now—all of her.
“What?” She breathes out.
I lift my lips off her and look up from between her legs.
Her eyes are fixed on me and her teeth dig into her lower lip.
I swipe my tongue over her clit and her thighs clench on my cheeks.
I let out a husky chuckle. “You’re so fucking drenched for me.
I can’t wait to fuck this pussy. I couldn’t stop thinking about making you come the entire time I was gone. ”
“That seems like something we’ll have to find a remedy for if you’re going to keep leaving me here alone.” She twirls a lock of my hair in her fingers. “Now, stop teasing me. You weren’t the only one that was lonely.”
After helping her out of her shorts, I stand up. She smiles playfully before her eyes drop to my shorts. “Aren’t you going to take those off?”
“So needy today,” I tease.
She hums dismissively and reaches for my shorts.
She runs her fingers over the length of my cock, tapping her nails along the way.
When she reaches the head and squeezes, my whole body shudders in response.
I rush to slide my shorts down and step out of them.
Her eyes rake up and down my body and it finally sets in—except for our boots—we’re totally naked in the wilderness, which is fitting because we’re both feral for each other right now.
Her body is warm against me, in contrast with the cool surface of the boulder I’m bracing against. Looking into her eyes, I notice how the granite boulder at her back and the trees around us bring out those little shades of color hiding in the grays of her irises.
She’s so casually stunning and I understand why she loves this place. It’s like she’s part of it and she belongs to it. It makes her connection to it palpable. I love seeing this side of her and I hope she never stops showing it to me.
Her hand drops down between us and she grabs the shaft of my cock, pumping it once before guiding it between her legs.
Slowly, she rocks her hips, gliding along the length of my cock.
Feeling how wet she is for me and watching her eyes roll back when she grinds her clit against my erection sends a shiver up my spine.
I ghost my lips over the shell of her ear. “That’s right, Shadow. Use me. Grind your clit on me however you want. I know it feels just as good for you as it does for me.”
“I need more. I want more,” she whines.
Her shoulders slump as she picks up her pace and I’m positive we could both come from just her grinding on my cock.
“Good. That’s it. Tell me exactly what you want,” I breathe the words against her hammering pulse point. She traces her nails up my back before squeezing her thighs together, my right hand against her dripping wet pussy.
“I want you buried inside me.” She spreads her thighs and notches the head of my cock at her entrance. “Now.”
The feeling of fucking her raw is going to be etched into my bones because I’m not even inside of her yet and I can feel the heat radiating from her.
“Good, because that’s exactly what I want too.” I let out a shaky breath when I inch my cock further into her wet heat.
I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to feeling her tight cunt stretch around me, or the way her shoulders scrunch together and her teeth dig into her lip when I thrust my hips forward to give her more. I already know that I’ll never stop wanting to feel the way I do right now.
There’s no better feeling in the world than knowing she craves this closeness with me just as much as I do. After not seeing her for the last few nights, that is an undeniable fact.
I’m more than a goner for her. I’m head over heels in love with my Shadow and the brightness she hides behind her storm clouds.