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“In our own personal Vegas,” I whispered.

“What happens in Smoke River stays in Smoke River.” His voice low and gravelly, he moved over me. His hands on either side of my arms, his hard cock pushed between my legs. He dragged his tip across my entrance, and then lifted himself up so that the weight and heat of his cock rested on top of my pussy.

“Oh, my.” I exhaled, my eyes closing. My breathing labored, I ached to be filled by him.

My body responded to him as if there were no end to my wetness or need for him. I spread my legs and grabbed his ass.

“Please,” I said, rocking my hips up, creating a path for him to slide inside me. “Please.”

He nodded and his tip pressed against my entrance.

“Breathe with me,” he commanded, and we inhaled together as he pushed his shaft inside my hot, wet cunt.

“Oh, Axl,” I whispered, the length of him filling me.

His head rocked back. Eyes hooded, veins on his arms pronounced.I lifted my hips to pull him in deeper.

“Slowly, baby,” he said.

“Um huh.”

Back and forth, he pushed his shaft inside me, and my body lit up with every stroke. My arms round his back side, I gripped him as he pushed inside me. Our rhythm was slow and languid as my arousal swirled and spun around me, the nerves between my legs tightening as if preparing for another lightning strike.

We moaned in unison. His voice was low, guttural, and full of grit and need.

I sighed and squealed every time he pushed into me. Our rhythm increasing, he pulled out, then pounded into me, faster, deeper, harder.

“Harder,” I gasped as our movements escalated.

He growled in response. I cried out as his dick drove into me again and again. My orgasm grew closer stroke by stroke. His breath and his moans all pushed me closer to ecstasy. There was no sense of time or place between us. I was aware of nothing but my need for him and the exhilarating sensation of his cock stroking me closer to coming.

Our breath in time, our strokes deliberate and deep, my body melted into him as my orgasm gathered, primed and ready to release.

He pushed in again, and I shattered. I cried out, my body shaking and shuddering as he came inside me, pulsing and throbbing. He collapsed on top of me. Salt on my lips, he kissed me as we shuddered and shook, riding out the final waves of our mutual pleasure.

CHAPTER 14

BILLIE

We slept in front of the fire. I awoke uncertain of the time. Eyes blinking, I focused on the pendant light overhead. It was wrought iron with bulbs instead of candles. I sat up realizing the lights were no longer dark. The power was on.

Axl’s chest rose and fell, deep in sleep. I resisted the urge to shake him awake with news of the power. Instead, I rolled away from his body and picked up a blanket to wrap about my naked shoulders.

Cam slept by the fire in a tight ball. At the sound of me stirring, she lifted her nose into the air.

“Shhhh, girl,” I whispered. “Don’t wake him.”

She sighed and stayed in her spot as if she understood me.

I looked between Axl, asleep in front of the fire, and Cam. It was so surreal to see Axl sleeping with his dog as if this were an ordinary morning. We did not belong here together. My mind, no longer muddled by whiskey, didn’t regret what had happened between us. In fact, I loved every blissful minute of it. Axl was a sexy mountain man, gifted at the art of kissing my cunt to high heaven, and we’d made a deal.

What happens in Smoke River stays in Smoke River.

Our agreement implied a transaction. We were both consentingadults and agreed to get naked and keep this decision to ourselves. I knew the rules, and I wasn’t going to forget them. Axl lost the poker game, which meant if I wanted him to leave Smoke River, he would. At least, I think that is what it meant. But is that what I wanted?

I bit my lip and pulled the blanket tighter around my body. Axl stirred. Arms stretching, he rolled to his side in front of the fire. His back exposed, the greenish blue tattoo on his arm was more visible in the light. I’d run my hands all over his skin, but hadn’t gotten a good look at his ink. I assumed it was an Air Force thing. If my phone weren’t dead, and if he wasn’t a Luddite, I would have googled the design.

Asking Axl about his tattoo felt personal, like the kind of question a woman might ask if looking for a relationship. I was not looking for a relationship. Sex was amazing, and sex was all this would ever be.

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