Page 7 of Their Love Nest

“Huh?”

He takes a seat on the sofa. “There was a messy divorce with my dad. She took her half of the money and bought this cabin and a few acres of woodland around it. It used to be a rental cabin for couples, a romantic getaway for them to spend time alone together. At least, that’s how it was advertised. There’re plenty of rooms for families to rent it too.”

I join him on the sofa. “And its advertised name was called the Love Nest?”

“Yep. It’s cheesy, but I kind of like it. It does sound weird, given I’m living here alone, yeah, but someday I hope to make a more wholesome version of it.”

“A place to love a wife and two-point-five kids?”

He raises an eyebrow. “How do I get half of a kid?”

“It’s a joke about averages.”

“Oh. I guess so, yeah. Build a family of my own. Something I never really had.”

“Rough upbringing?”

“Not rougher than what I hear a lot of people deal with. But it’s rare to meet someone who’s had a perfect childhood.” He sinks back, deep in thought, a look of worry crossing his face.

“Hmm?” I perk up. “What are you worried about? What you want is what a lot of people want. Nothing wrong with that.”

He’s quiet for a time, lost in thoughts. Everyone has things they don’t want to talk about. In time, I suppose, he’ll talk to me about whatever is bothering him.

For now, I watch him, leaning on my hand, admiring him for who he is. He’s such a wonderful man, and I now feel weird about hesitating to come here with him.

“Whatcha looking at?” he playfully asks as he looks right back at me.

“A beautiful man.”

“Never would have described myself as beautiful, but I’ll take the compliment.”

He proceeds to look at me right back, our gaze only stopping for the briefest of blinks.

“Whatcha looking at?” I shoot back.

“A handsome woman.”

I smirk. “It’s a bit more loaded when you reverse it like that, you know.”

“Then I’ll be plain instead of clever. I’m looking at a beautiful woman. One who I want very badly.”

“And she must want you if she can’t keep her eyes off you.”

He leans in. I lean in. It’s inevitable. Our lips meet and we melt into one another. The electric bliss surges through me, and my heart pounds, and my pulse quickens. He runs his fingers through my hair, his touch so sweet, so powerful.

Our lips meet, our tongues entwining, learning the twists and contours of the other, yearning for more.

The want, the need for one another had been boiling over since we both first laid eyes on one another. And we couldn’t resist it any longer. We are alone, no pressures of decency suggesting whether or not we should indulge in our lusts and embrace one another fully and completely.

I unbutton his shirt, wanting him shirtless again. He doesn’t stop me, except to pull my T-shirt up and over my head. I briefly feel embarrassed by my basic cotton bra and panties. I wish I was wearing something more special. Bear, though, has proven he doesn’t care, and that makes him all the sexier.

He wants me as is. Free of any bullshit. He has a pure, uncomplicated desire for me. There’s nothing in the world more enticing.

His hands go across my cheeks, down my neck, across my shoulders. A trail of gooseflesh and lust is left in his wake. He reaches my bra, unhooking it, and letting my tits fall free in the warm air of the cabin. He takes a handful of each, squeezing them, massaging them, appreciating them.

I straddle him, waving my breasts in his face, which he happily accepts, suckling my nipples, little bits of heated bliss going through me as he does so.

“God, you’re just too fucking sexy,” he says when he can. “The things I want to do to you...”

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