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Does it hurt? A little, but the pleasure is a balm to the pain.

From this angle, I can see as he starts to sweat, his burly body glistening. I can’t do anything but rock into him and stare at him, watching his beautiful face twist as his grunts turn to moans.

And then he reaches between us and flicks my throbbing clit, his fingers sending waves of electricity through my blood.

When my body explodes in the most incredible display of fireworks, I cry out loud enough to wake every nocturnal animal in the forest. My pussy pulses so hard that everything in me quakes, and Brooks has to grip my hips tight in order to fuck me through the pleasure.

Just as the last waves of sensation begin to end, he makes a snarling sound, pulling me onto him with one strong motion, hitting me deep enough to send my orgasm into overdrive. He sounds like a wild animal as he releases, his growl more feral than ever. We cling to each other, heaving, breathless, and a few minutes later I nearly howl with the loss when he pulls out.

“Jesus, Gold. That was…wow. Didn’t know sex could be that good.”

“Hold me,” I whisper, because I’m afraid that if he lets me go, I’ll just fall over into a heap. I feel boneless, like I’m made of jelly. No. I feel light and free. I feel like I’ll float away.

I feel like I’ve found what I need.

Chapter 22

Goldie

“How was it for you, snapdragon?” Brooks asks, after he’s settled us both lying down on our sides, facing each other. My head is buried in his shoulder as his fingers softly strum my naked back.

I have no ability to move, not even to open my mouth to answer. My pussy is deliciously sore and there’s still a pulsing in my clit—a wanting for more. I still can’t quite believe I just had sex!

No. I got fucked. Gloriously, impulsively fucked. And I have zero regrets. I snuggle even closer against Brooks. My good and glorious Lord, he’s already hard again.

Hard for me. Brooks Björnsson! My first lover.

I sigh, happy, content. Still horny, but happy and content. “I wouldn’t change a thing.”

“Glad to hear it,” he says. “Me neither. So does that mean it was…perfect?”

My preconceived notions of perfect? No.

But as flawless as a real-life moment can get? Yes.

“That means it was better than anything I could’ve imagined,” I tell him, and he kisses the top of my head.

We’re both still breathing a little hard, and to be honest, I feel like I’m floating somewhere up above our bodies, looking down at us. It feels a little surreal.

I can’t believe I actually let myself have Brooks, and…sweet mercy, I want to do it again. And again. And again.

He kisses my head. “So, baby, about what I said earlier, about going with you to Los Angeles…I don’t want you to feel pressured, okay? I don’t want you to feel like saying yes to having sex with me was saying yes to anything else—”

“I don’t even want to think about LA right now,” I say, and it’s one-hundred-percent true. For once, I don’t want to think about tomorrow or the next day or the future or what happens when we leave this tent. I just want to soak up this moment. Live in it. Savor it.

Good Lord, I think Brooks broke me. And I am not mad about it.

“I mean,” I say, “it’s not that I don’t think you should try to make your dreams come true, because you really should, Brooks. You’re an incredible man and incredible singer. And I will definitely use any connections I have in the industry to help you. The world should hear that voice of yours.”

“Well, sweet girl, right now,” he murmurs into my hair, “I’d be content just singing for you. Hell, I could write a thousand songs just about the blue of those eyes of yours and…” He pauses as his hand strays lower, his fingertips brushing my ass. “Don’t even get me started about the way other parts of you inspire me. I am so glad you wound up on our mountain.”

And then it smacks me on the forehead. Shit. I wanted to tell him why I wound up on this particular mountain before we did it. Uggghhh. I need to tell him. I have to tell him. Hell, I want to tell him, even, but I don’t want to ruin this moment…

“Hey, Brooks,” I begin, but the look on his face, so curious and patient and happy to be with me, has me taking another breath for courage, instead of spitting out the truth.

“Yeah?” he asks, and waits patiently for me to go on. The rustling of nearby trees is the only sound outside the tent until a booming voice cuts through.

“Goldie? You out here, hon?” One of the other brothers is not quite to my campsite yet from the sound of it, but he’s not far away either. “Goldie?”

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