Page 44 of More Than a Fling

They both laid there unable to move, utterly spent. The room had become dark with the setting of the sun. They listened to each other breathe and felt the rise and fall of their ribs, Gabe still resting on top of Annie. His penis was still inside of Annie and she didn’t move for fear of it slipping out, she was not ready to let him go. She loved the feeling of him resting there. She didn’t think she could move even if she wanted to.

“Annie?”

“Yes.”

“Should I try firing up the grill again?”

“I guess I’ll let you go this time,” she said, smiling in the dark.

“Annie?”

“Yes?”

“I don’t want to let you go,” he said.

“Alright, I’ll come with you,” Annie said.

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

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Much later, after their dinner had been cooked and consumed, Gabe gathered some wood and kindling for the campfire. The air had turned cooler, so Annie donned her jacket and a borrowed knit hat from Gabe. There was a circle of logs and a few tree stumps around the fire-pit to sit on. Annie chose a log big enough for both of them and watched him dexterously bring the twigs and branches to a roaring blaze.

She noticed the flames casting light and shadow over his handsome face, making his expression seem mysterious and inscrutable. She suddenly felt lonely and needed his warmth, “Are you almost done?”

“Why, are you missing me?”

“How’d you guess?”

Gabe put his stick down and went to gather Annie up in his arms. “Cuz I was feeling it too.” He leaned in for a deep kiss.

“Are you going to play for me?” Annie asked.

“Sure, if you want me too.”

“That would be a yes,” Annie said.

Gabe turned and grabbed his guitar that he’d leaned up against a stump beside him and began to tune it. As he strummed, she thought his forearms and hands were the sexiest thing she had ever seen. Large, tanned, strong and muscular, she knew she would never be able to erase the feel of their prowess on her body.

He began to strum his guitar and softly sing a Bret Young song,In Case You Didn’t Know. As he sang for her he looked deeply into her eyes, and she was lost. The song melted her heart. He sang about how crazy he was about her, that he couldn’t live without her. Telling her everything he’d been feeling but hadn’t been able to say.

“Gabe, that was so beautiful, thank you.”

“That song could have been written for you, by me, I meant every single word, Annie.” He sat his guitar back down and put his arm across her shoulders. Annie looked up at the full moon and sighed with contentment.

Hearing a barred owl in the distance, the night took on a mystical quality. The crackling fire, the hooting owl, the glorious moon, a gorgeous man serenading her, what the hell, this was probably the most perfect night of Annie’s entire life. “It honestly feels like we are the only two on the planet right now,” she said. He dipped his head and kissed her neck. The atmosphere between them went from searing hot to heat-stroke level in a split second.

He tucked her hair behind her ear and rolled her bottom lip with his thumb. She drew it into her mouth and bit down softly.

“You in that hat…” He lightly grasped her chin and pulled her head toward his tipping it back as he leaned down for a kiss. “You taste so damn good! Mmm,” he said against her lips. “Annie girl will you put me out of my misery and spend the night with me?”

“Yes, I’d like that.”

“Like?”

“Gabe Hunter, if I don’t get to spend the night tonight, I will curl up and die, right here on the spot. Is that better?”

“Much.” He grinned at Annie from ear to ear. “You realize that I only have a twin sized bed, don’t you?”

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