CHAPTER 44
Special K
Boots is beneath me, naked and radiant. Soft under my touch and my mouth. And she moves like silky water against me while her lips dance with mine.
I can’t get enough of her. I’ll never get enough. And yet I’m determined to help her disappear.
What the absolute fuck am I doing?
We’ve been making love off and on all night—taking breaks for short naps, hydration and food, and surface-level pillow talk. I needed to tend to DG during the night, to make sure he had water and could graze.
But when I return, the conversation picks up where it left off. Frankie tells me she prefers fiction audiobooks over print or electronic versions. I tell her about my fascination with Greek mythology and the writings of Chinese philosophers.
She admits a weakness for chicken enchiladas and movie marathons from bed. We discover a mutual love of classic films but can’t agree on which takes the all-time black-and-white title: for Frankie, it’s “Casablanca” and for me, it’s “Seven Samurai.”
She talks about her love of the ocean and how she enjoyed growing up within walking distance of a beach. And she tells me more about her dad. It’s all generic stuff, nothing that might provide insight into her life, but I love hearing her talk.
There’s a cute rasp to her voice, which gets more noticeable after sex. I think it’s the only outward sign that I’m wearing her out.
But there’s been a desperation in the way we’ve clung to one another. We both feel it.
We wind up and wind down and we start the process over again. And now it’s almost morning.
She’s determined to leave. I’m determined that she’ll give me more to go on so I’m able to provide the precise kind of help she needs—how many miles should she put between herself and the asshole? Who is he? Why is he after her?
Once she’s relocated and I know where she is and that she’s alive, I won’t lose my fucking mind. I’ll spend time with her when it’s safe to do so.
Preparation, not panic, right? It’s always about the execution.
I end the kiss and rest on my elbows. I want to look down at her gorgeous face when I slide up inside her again.
She opens for me, yields to my cock as I push deeper. Frankie arches her back, cries out, and clutches me tight. And I feel every inch of my dick get squeezed by her magnificent pussy. I lower my mouth to her breasts, sucking on her hard nipples and nibbling on her bouncy flesh.
She’s got the most spectacular tits I’ve ever had the privilege to see in person.
Her hips move with mine, hungry for my dick, always so hungry for me. She makes little whimpering sounds as her eyes remain locked with mine. Those sounds drive me fucking crazy.
“You’re so beautiful, Boots,” I say aloud. “The most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
“Everything about this is beautiful,” she whispers. “You and me.”
I’m dangerously close to blowing it. I’m right at that guardrail edge again, looking down at the canyon floor. I’m about to say the words and leap.
I’m falling in love with you, Frankie.
No. I’ve fallen in love, past tense. Done deal.
But I know if I say it, my confession will only make her run faster and farther from me, and she’ll push away my help. Which she needs.
So I’ll keep my mouth shut and my eye on the prize. It’s the way it’s got to be: mission execution first, and the mission is getting her safely situated.
Baring my soul will have to wait.
We cum together again, and after a long moment, we separate, roll apart and catch our breath. We’re on our backs. Sunlight now pours in the window.
“Do you dance?”
That’s a totally random question, and with all the things we need to discuss, I know she’s stalling. She’s good at it. She’s become an expert at it.
“I know that’s a weird question, but I’ve had so many orgasms that I think something might have come loose in my noggin. Or a circuit got fried.”
“Same,” I say, and we laugh. But it’s true—I’m buzzing, warm and loose, from head to toe. No woman has ever made me feel the way she does. Body. Mind. Heart.
We’re lying side-by-side on the mattress, naked. The fire is dying in the fireplace, but it’s already warm, which means it will be hot by midday. Summer is coming to the mountains.
I want to spend the summer with Frankie, to show her just how magical a Yosemite Ranch summer can be. I wonder if she’d get bored here in the country. If she could learn to love it as much as I do.
“Do you?”
“As in pole dance? Are you still trying to get me to switch careers?”
She chuckles. “No, cowboy, I mean dance-dance. You know, like you rest your hand on my back as you twirl me around the dance floor. Like a samba? Two-step? Stanky leg?”
“Unfortunately, I missed out on all the many dance classes they offered at the Naval Amphibious Base in Coronado. So here I am—still got two left feet and no rhythm.”
“You have rhythm. Rhythm and coordination to spare. I’ve seen it. I’ve benefitted from it.”
“In that department, I have to admit, yes, I’m a stone-cold rhythm machine. But notice how there’s never music playing when we’re bonking each other’s brains out? I can’t do music and bonking at the same time.”
“Thanks for the warning. I guess smooth jams are out of the question, then?”
“No jams, smooth or otherwise.” I turn to her. She’s smiling at me like she’s got plans. “No, Frankie. Don’t make me do it. Have mercy on me.”
She jumps out of bed, gloriously nude, overwhelmingly beautiful, and she’s crooking her finger at me. I must be in some kind of trance because I get up and walk toward her. She opens the cabin door and steps backward into the morning sunlight, still doing the come-hither thing with her finger.
I guess it’s hither time. That’s how it is for me now—she crooks her finger, and I come running. And I don’t feel the least bit ashamed to admit it.
“You’ve never taken a lesson?” she asks.
“Do I look like Evander?”
“I don’t know—I’ve never met Evander. But I know you’ll catch on quick.” She grabs my right hand and places it on her back, just below the shoulder blades. Then she grabs my left hand and bends her elbow. And she looks up at me, pleased with herself.
Instantly, I’m gutted by the beauty of her face. She’s an angel. She’s a miracle. And she’s giving me a naked dancing lesson in the woods.
Of course I’ve fallen in love with her.