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“When we set up camp I’m taking this pussy again,” I growl against her ear.

She laughs, the euphoria going to her head. Our tired legs give out on us, and I lower us to the ground as gracefully as possible, cupping her head. On our sides in the crunching leaves she combs her hand through my hair over my ear.

“I think I really love hiking.”

“Me too, Annie. I really love hiking too.”

But the adoring look and contented smile on her face gives me the tiniest hope that maybe she could love me too.

Chapter twenty-three

Anna

Itoss a toy for Yogi and sip the to-go cup of coffee we picked up on the trip back. She drops the haggard-looking toy mouse at my feet and winds around my legs with a throaty purr. A large map of Vancouver Island hangs by a bookshelf with coloured pins poked into various locations. There are too many to count. I run a finger along the neatly organized spines on his shelf, reading the titles of trail guides, vehicle maintenance manuals, and carpentry books. All of Chris’s loves right here in one spot. At the top of the shelf is a framed photo of Isaac, Chris, Berg, and Dean: the founding members of Isaac Lauri Restorations. Their arms are slung over eachother's shoulders as they stand in front of the farmhouse, their first project.

The sound of spraying water drifts down the hall. Every time I move a smoky scent radiates from my clothes and hair and I’m sure there are other less pleasant odours I’m not aware of. The promise of hot water and soap lures me in. Dark and moody, the space is covered in dark grey tiles with hunter green paint on the walls. The floor is warm under my bare feet and condensation drips down the glass that covers part of the walk-in shower. I have a clear view of Chris, his tanned back turned to me and muscular ass on display. His physique only makes the room feel more masculine. Silently, I wriggle out of my leggings and step across the threshold onto the slate shower floor. He lifts his head, an expression of surprise swiftly morphing into a cocky grin as he does a slow scan of my nude body. I shiver as the fine mist settles upon my skin. Wordlessly, Chris tugs me inside and positions me so my back is under the delicious pressure of the hot water. I bury my face in his chest, breathing through my mouth as rivulets run down around us.

“Is it okay that I came in here?” My voice echoes off the tile.

“Of course it is.”

Our smoky scent strengthens as the hot water beats down.

“I didn’t want to invade your space.”

Chris takes a step back, his strong arms around my torso forcing me to follow. With a hand under each thigh, he easily lifts me while simultaneously lowering himself onto the built-in shower seat. I’m straddling his hips, thighs spread over his lap.

“Annie.” He punctuates my name with a thrust of his hips that lines him up perfectly with my pussy and he slides in one inch. “Does it fucking feel like you’re bothering me?”

I gasp at the sudden intrusion. Only a minute ago I was thinking about what clothes I’d put on after this…now I’m about to get laid in the shower for the first time. He bucks his hips again and now I’m half-way down his cock, his hands digging deliciously into the flesh of my ass.

“Does this give you any inclination that I’m trying to get rid of you?”

“No,” I whimper.

“I could never get sick of you Anna.”

“Fuck.” His eyes are round with concern. “Condom.”

How stupid of me. A couple sexy times in a forest and now I’m forgetting about protection?

I blurt out the first thing I can think of. “I’m on the pill and had a physical last month.”

He runs his hands across my shoulders.

“It’s okay. I’ll grab one. We both got carried away.”

“No…I want to stay like this. If that’s okay with you.”

I maintain eye contact even though I feel so vulnerable.

He nods. “I’ve never done this.”

I wriggle on top of him but he’s controlling the depth by holding me up with those strong arms. For the life of me I can’t manage to get him deeper.

“You sure are squirmy. Trying to get away?”

I have no chance to answer because a breath later he’s kissing me so suggestively that I’m jealous of my own mouth for the way it’s being fucked. His tongue is hot and slick against mine and two days’ worth of dark stubble scrapes deliciously against my cheeks as I moan into his mouth.

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