Page 6 of Defending Madison

“Can’t everyone cook in this day and age?”

He shrugs. “I guess. I cook. Not well, but I do cook.”

I scan my eyes up his body. “You don’t look like you’re starving.”

He lifts his shirt to show me his muscular abs. His sexy smile curls my toes. “Like what you see?”

Rolling my eyes. “Of course I like what I see. You’re gorgeous.”

“Ha. That’s a word for women.”

“No. Cars, animals…” I cock my head and smile. “…other inanimate objects can be gorgeous, so men fall into that category, too.”

“Hardy har har. You’re funny.”

I smirk. “I try.”

He moves to where I’m standing and brushes a tendril back behind my ear. “You seem older than nineteen.”

Whatever you need to tell yourself, bucko. I grab the hose and spray down the inside of the carcass. It takes us three hours to skin the deer and reduce it to a more manageable size. The large fridge is a hunter’s dream, allowing us to cool the deer in large slabs of meat. I close the door on the fridge when we replace the final chunk of carcass. “I need a shower. How about you?”

Dixon’s eyes dilate as I ask, and his breathing catches. “We could save water and shower together.”

Nodding, I lead us into the cabin. “Let’s drop our clothes in the laundry,”

He smirks. “More time for me to watch you naked.”

“Nuh uh. Your sweet ass is leading us to the shower.” I motion for him to lead as he drops his pants as he pulls his shirts over his head. Reaching down to drag off his pants and briefs, his cock bounces against his taut abdomen. I can’t help but drop my jaw. His cock is long and thick with a prominent barbell piercing that calls out to me to grasp. “I didn’t expect that.”

He bobs his cock. “You haven’t seen a pierced cock before?”

“No. I have. I didn’t expect you to have one. You’re so straight.”

The laugh he offers is perfect. The rumble and pitch are deep and sensual. “If you only knew the things I’ve done.”

“Come on, get a move on to the shower. You can show me how experienced you are.”

The cabin is warm and familiar. Wood floors creak as we walk. Photos of previous hunting and camping trips decorate the light blue walls. He grasps my hand and pulls me to the shower through the bedroom to the primary bath. “My pleasure.”

The bedroom hasn’t changed since I first stayed here with my dad when I was eight. The dark blue walls make the room much darker than it actually is. The large four-poster queen-sized bed has a new mattress, according to my uncle. I guess we’ll get to break it in.

Dixon is gloriously naked as we stop moving in the bathroom. It’s recently been updated in gleaming nickel and white marble. I fumble with my bra and underwear. I’m behind because unlike Dixon, I’m still dressed.

He chuckles. “Get naked.”

“I’m trying. You move so damn fast. It’s those incredibly long legs of yours.”

He reaches for the bottom of my bra and yanks it off, dropping it as it falls to the floor. My breasts spill out of the cups and his brows lift. “How do you hide those breasts?”

I scoff. “I’m an athlete. Big boobs are uncomfortable. I use a well-fitting sports bra to keep them against me rather than bouncing.”

“Bouncing is what beautiful bountiful breasts like that were made for.”

I lean into the shower to start the warm water and push my panties down, eliciting a groan from the big, bold SEAL.

“Fuck me, you have a nice pussy.”

I giggle. “I’ve never heard it put that way before.”

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