Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty-Six
The Most Romantic Hike
O liver slides off the bed and begins dressing. I’m glad that we’re on the same page.
“Do you think they’ve made it to the top yet?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “Maybe not but they’re probably getting close. If we run, we might be able to interrupt them in time.”
The idea of running up that trail seems a little daunting, but it’s the only way. I rummage through my backpack and get dressed as fast as I can. Oliver and I run downstairs and out of the cabin toward the woods where the trail starts.
I keep my eye on the ground, watching for rocks and roots so that I don’t trip or twist an ankle. Oliver runs ahead of me, but he slows his pace so that we stay together. When we reach the steep part of the trail that I had trouble with last time, he stops.
“I can carry you up,” he offers.
I ignore him and make a run for it, leaping up the slope in two easy steps.
I cheer when I get to the top, shooting my hands up in the air in victory.
Oliver laughs behind me. We continue on.
My little victory has me feeling invincible.
Adrenaline courses through my veins, pushing me forward.
My legs burn with each step I take, but it’s the good kind of burn that keeps me going.
As we get closer to the end of the trail, Oliver and I slow down.
“What do we say when we get up there?” he asks.
“I hadn’t really thought this part through,” I admit. “Do we just pretend we were going for a hike?”
“It’s not like we can tell them we’re there to stop them from proposing,” he says.
I nod. “Okay. We’ll just play dumb, then.”
I can see the light filtering in through the trees as we come to the end of the trail and approach the summit.
I can hear Ryan’s voice, but I can’t quite make out what he’s saying.
Then I hear Tina, but her voice sounds a little higher like she’s excited about something.
Oliver and I exchange a look. We slow down as we come to the edge of the forest. The wooden bench that Ryan’s grandfather built comes into view.
Tina is lying on her back on top of the bench, her bare legs pointed up in the air. Ryan stands between her legs, holding her ankles on his shoulders. It takes me a full second to realize that we’ve just walked in on Tina and Ryan having sex on top of the mountain.
My eyes go wide. I cover my mouth and look at Oliver, trying to keep from laughing.
I can tell by the way he twists his lips that he’s also trying not to laugh.
We turn around and run until we’re out of earshot.
Then we both let loose, dying laughing. I double over, laughing so hard that I scare a rabbit out of its hiding place. It darts down the trail.
“I can’t believe that just happened,” I manage to squeak out in between laughs.
“We just ran all the way up a mountain to see that ,” Oliver says.
“Good thing we slowed down when we did. Imagine the looks on their faces if we had just charged up there all fired up in the middle of that?”
Once we’ve recovered enough to walk again, we head back down the trail.
“You know what the worst part of all this is?” Oliver asks.
“Hmm?”
“I had to get out of bed with a beautiful woman for this.”
“What if I told you we could do something even better when we get back?”
“What could possibly be better?” he asks.
“It will be a while before Tina and Ryan are back,” I remind him. “Maybe a little soak in the hot tub? No clothes?”
He smiles. “I like where this is headed.”
* * *
By the time we make it back to the cabin, my lungs are on fire.
My legs feel like jelly. I’m also starving.
Oliver and I raid the kitchen and make ourselves lunch.
There’s something that feels intimate about standing next to him in the kitchen, both of us hungry and exhausted, using the same ingredients to make slightly different sandwiches.
He loads his up with spinach and cheese on top of his turkey.
I keep mine simple, only using a little of each ingredient.
We eat at the island counter and then we go out the back door to the hot tub.
Now that we’ve cooled down from our impromptu hike, the air out here feels chilly.
Steam comes out of the hot tub, looking inviting.
Oliver pulls my shirt up over my head. A wave of goosebumps covers my skin, partly because of the cool air, but mostly because of the way his warm fingers caress my skin as my shirt comes off.
His lips come down and meet my neck, his breath warming me almost enough to make me forget that I’m standing half naked outdoors in the cool mountains of Pennsylvania.
I pull his shirt off, watching the goosebumps cover his skin, too.
He sucks in a breath when I trace my fingers over his muscles.
I lower my hands to his waistband and I undo his button.
I tug his pants down and lower myself so that I’m on my knees in front of him, eyelevel with his waist. I pull him out of his boxers and close my hand around him, stroking him and feeling how hard he is already.
I open my mouth and trace his length softly with my tongue.
“Priscilla,” he murmurs, his cock twitching against my mouth. “You don’t have to do this.”
“I want to,” I tell him. I want to repay the favor, for yesterday in the shower and for earlier this morning. I want him to feel as good as he made me feel. “Do you want me to?”
He nods. He reaches down and weaves his fingers into my hair, holding on. I take him into my mouth, tasting him as he rocks gently against my mouth. I look up at him, seeing the pleasure in his eyes, feeling it with my mouth and the way he sucks in a breath each time I take him deeper.
“Priscilla,” he warns me. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to come.”
I take my mouth off of him only long enough to say, “Isn’t that what we both want?
” I take him back into my mouth, stroking him as I suck.
He rocks his hips against me a little faster, holding on tighter to my hair.
Just when I think he’s going to completely let go, he pulls out. He hauls me up onto my feet.
“Get in the hot tub,” he says. “Now.”
I undress completely and step into the water. The warmth feels good on my sore muscles. I sink down. Oliver covers me, parting my legs below the water. He rubs his length against my center. I pull him closer, needing him inside of me.
He has better restraint than anyone I’ve ever met because he still doesn’t push into me.
He takes his time, sliding against me, teasing my clit with the tip of his cock.
He’s not even inside me, yet I can feel an orgasm building, climbing up through my veins, just waiting to be released with the right touch.
“Oliver,” I beg him. “Please.”
He presses his forehead against mine. “Please don’t be mad at me,” he says.
“Why would I?—”
“I left the condoms upstairs,” he says.
My shoulders drop. He separates his body from mine and sits next to me. My body feels the withdrawals from losing him already. I turn and climb into his lap, not ready to let him go just yet.
“I can run up and grab them,” he says.
I smile, picturing him running buck naked up the stairs and dripping water all over the wood floors.
“That would be a good idea.” I rub myself against his length. His hands close around my hips, holding me to him as I rock against him, feeling every inch of him and losing myself in how turned on I am.
“I’m clean,” he tells me. “I’ve been checked.”
“So am I.” It feels like every nerve ending in my body is just waiting for him to slip into me so that I can finally find release. I don’t think I can bear the thought of him leaving me right now. “But I’m not on the pill.”
“Then I need to go upstairs and get the condoms,” he says. His hands stay on my hips, holding me to him like he can’t stand the thought of leaving me either.
I nod. “Yeah. You should.”
I rock my hips a little higher, and this time when I come back down, his tip finds my opening and settles there.
All it would take is for me to sink down just a little.
Just an inch, two, maybe a little bit more, and then I can come back up and we can do the responsible thing and let him go grab a condom.
“I should,” he agrees.
“So why are neither of us stopping this?” I ask.
He smiles and it makes me lose a little more of my self-control. “Because you are very hard to resist,” he says. “But I’m one wrong move away from coming inside of you right now, and as good as it would feel to make a baby with you, I don’t think either of us is ready for that.”
His words somehow sober me and make me want him even more at the same time.
I lift up so that his tip isn’t at my opening anymore, then sink back down and rub my clit against his shaft.
I can feel the heat rising between my legs, up my body as the waves roll through me.
I let go, losing all control and he’s not even inside of me.
Oliver holds on tighter to me, and then I feel the moment that it happens for him too.
His cock pulsates beneath me, sending another ripple through my body as I rock against him one more time.
My mouth meets his as we come together, our lips touching and open and both of us cry out, moaning as we ride the last few waves of this orgasm together.
I stay on his lap and lay my head on his shoulder. He wraps his arms around me, resting his chin on the top of my head.
“I could stay right here holding you all day,” he mumbles.
I’m so caught up in this moment that I don’t hear the back door opening.
I look up when I hear a squeal. Tina stands a few feet away from us, her hands over her mouth and eyes wide.
She stares for a moment, like she can’t bring herself to look away, then finally, she smiles and says, “I guess you two aren’t fighting anymore. ”
“Go away, Tina!” I yell at her.
She runs back inside, laughing. I look at Oliver, trying to fight a smile.
“If only she knew that what we saw was so much worse,” he says with a smirk.
“I kind of wish I could unsee it.”
“Yeah, me too,” he says. “The image of Ryan’s ass being burned into my mind isn’t exactly what I had in mind for this weekend.”
“We should have known better than to follow them on a romantic hike.”
“We won’t make that mistake twice,” he agrees.
I move off of him. I reach outside the hot tub for a clean towel, then wrap it around myself as I step out.
We pick up our clothes, then tiptoe through the cabin and up the stairs, trying not to draw too much attention.
Tina and Ryan must be in their bedroom because I don’t see them on the way to ours.
With my towel still wrapped around me, I rummage through my backpack, looking for a clean set of clothes to wear. Oliver steps up behind me so that my backside is pressed against his front. He wraps his arms around me, stopping me from looking through my backpack.
“I don’t know why you’re bothering with getting dressed,” he says into my ear. “We both know I’m just going to take all your clothes right back off.”
I turn around. He’s already dropped his towel. He stands in front of me fully nude and not the least bit shy. He tugs on my towel so that it drops to the floor.
“The hot tub wasn’t enough for you?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “I need to be inside of you this time.”
He backs me up against the bed until I have nowhere to go but down. I land on my back. He comes down on top of me, straddling me, and kisses my lips softly. His lips trail down my jaw to my neck.
“I want to kiss every inch of your body,” he whispers.
He kisses my ear, then makes his way back down my neck to my shoulder, and he leaves a trail of kisses down my arm.
When he gets down to my hand, his lips graze each of my fingers, and then he starts all over with my other arm.
He kisses down my chest, teasing my nipples with his tongue when he gets to my breasts, and then he keeps going down my abdomen.
He kisses each of my hips, then pauses at my pussy and says, “I’ll be back for you. ”
My toes curl as he goes down my inner thigh to my knee.
He props my foot up on his shoulder and continues kissing down my calf to my ankle, turning his head so that he can kiss along the arch of my foot.
He lays my foot back down and comes back to me, stopping like he promised to give me one last kiss between my legs.
He stays there for a minute, his tongue swiping my clit and making me so wet that by the time he comes back up, I’m slick and ready for him.
He rubs his cock against my pussy, his tip playing against my opening.
I’m so wet that he could slip right in if he’s not careful.
He reaches for a condom on the nightstand, rips open the foil, and puts it on.
Then he’s back between my legs, using his thighs to part mine wider.
He eases into me, and then he’s in and out, in and out, and even though this is our second time today—or third if you count the hot tub—I’m so sensitive that it might as well be the first time.
Each time he pushes in, I feel it with my whole body, like shockwaves that won’t let up.
I reach for him, grabbing anywhere and everywhere.
I grip his back, his muscular arms, his neck, his ass.
I pull his head down and kiss him, biting his lip when our mouths come apart.
He flips us over so that I can ride him.
I think he likes when I’m on top. It’s the way he watches me as I rock against him, feeling my hips and cupping the swell of my breasts.
I like being in control, hearing him grunt and moan as I ride him just how he likes.
I can do whatever I want up here, and I do.
I’m selfish, using his body for my own gain.
He doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seems to enjoy every minute of it.
I begin to pulsate around his cock. I slow down, feeling every inch of him as this feeling builds.
My mouth begins to water. I let go, totally consumed by this feeling.
Oliver wraps his arms around me, pulling me down tightly against his body.
He begins to thrust into me while I’m still on top of him, and just when I’m riding out the final waves of this orgasm, he comes too.
He doesn’t let go of me even after both of us have finished. I close my eyes, resting my head against his chest. I’m not ready to go back to the real world tomorrow. I could stay just like this, wrapped up in his arms in this cabin for a long, long time.