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“Well I’m sorry for biting you that hard,” I said, pushing him onto his back and straddling him. “Maybe I can make it up to you.”

He smiled up at me. “Maybe you can.”

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Melissa

We had sex again, this time with me on top. Neither of us lasted long, and when our breathing intensified and we both shuddered with release, Jack sat upright and dragged his teeth across my shoulder. Not quite a bite, but a show of just howhardhe was coming along with the ragged noise from his throat.

It drove me wild.

I opened up about my ex, the pain of being cheated on and my desire to come out here and prove something to myself by completing the Colorado trail. Then we fucked again, slowly rolling against each other like we had all the time in the world.

Jack told me about his childhood camping trips with his father, and how that influenced his love for the outdoors from a young age. Then he went down on me until I was a melted puddle of a woman, unable to move or speak or even open my eyes.

He ordered enchiladas from the food truck for dinner, and convinced the owner to walk it over to the cabin and leave it on the porch. When he was gone, Jack pawed his way to the front door, as naked as the day he was born, and opened it just enough to snatch the bag of food. And when we got thirsty, he called the teenager working at the camp’s General Store and told him he could have the rest of the night off if he delivered a bottle of liquor in the same fashion.

We ate, and drank whiskey mixed with Coke, and made love two or three more times—I lost count after a while. It didn’t matter. The only thing we cared about was the next drink, the next bite of food, the next thrust of his cock into me from behind as the light dimmed outside the window and the moon rose high into the night sky.

The only thing that mattered was thepresent.

“Don’t you have, like, stuff to do?” I asked while we lay in bed, sweaty and spent.

“Probably,” he replied. “I don’t care.”

“You should care.”

“Fine. I care a little. Not enough to leave this bed, though. Whatever was on my to-do list can wait until tomorrow.”

“You would let your precious cats starve for me?” I teased. “Eric, Kenny, Kyle, and Stan are going hungry.”

“It’s good for them to skip a meal every now and then,” Jack mused. “They’re getting fat. If they get really hungry, they can hunt mice.”

I brushed my teeth and got back into bed with Jack. “I can’t believe Sam just… ran away from all her responsibilities.”

Jack’s brows rose. “Do you really want to spend our time in bed talking about my ex?”

“I’m just shocked. That’s a lot of money to leave behind.”

“I was shocked too, but it makes sense to me now. She always was the kind of woman who valued freedom more than wealth.” He crawled up on his knees and rolled me onto my belly. “There was one thing shereallyliked, though.”

“Mmm, I’mdefinitelytoo sore,” I said. “And dehydrated. Unless you have a lot of lube, I’m going to need to wait until the morning.”

“Not what I was going for,” he said, straddling my butt. I liked the weight of him on me, his physical presence impossible to ignore. Then he dug his thumbs into my lower back.

“Ohhhh,” I moaned.

“If you keep making noises like that, though…”

“It feels so good. Don’t stop.”

He chuckled. “Seriously. You’re making me hard.”

“Sorry. Please continue the totally innocent back massage.”

I fell asleep while his strong hands banished all the tension from my body.

When I woke the next morning, my bed was empty. Jack was standing over the coffee pot, fiddling with the controls without a stitch of clothing on. I watched him for a few moments, enjoying the sight of his body.

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