Page 96 of Against All Odds

“Bambi, I’m gonna come before I can make you see stars if you don’t calm down.” I held her hips still.

She whimpered. “Heath, it’s been so long.”

“Yeah. I know and?—”

“Now,” she demanded, wrapping her fist around my cock and lining it up to her pussy.

“You need to slow down.” I wouldn’t last. I wouldn’t be able to make her come. I…slid inside her, and we both shook at the power of it, at the rightness of it.

“I’m home.” I nibbled on her lips, holding myself still.

“I’m your home?” she asked, her eyes moist with emotion.

“Yeah, Bambi. You’re my home, and now that I’m home, I’m gonna pound into you.” I played with her clit, praying and hoping that she’d get there before I did.

She gasped and moved up as I moved down, taking what I gave her and giving back with just as much passion.

“I love you,” she cried out as she came. Her words tipped me over the edge.

I rested my face in the crook of her neck, gasping for breath. She felt so damn good and…. “Fuck, Bambi, I didn’t wear a condom.”

She cuddled into me, relaxed, boneless. “That’s okay. I’m clean,andI got an IUD the last time I saw my gyno to manage my periods.”

She didn’t want kids, she’d told me—she’d also told me that she’d lost two pregnancies, and ultimately, Jack had wanted a child more than she had.

I was okay with that. We had Juno. If she changed her mind, we could look into adoption. There was no way I’d allow her to go through fertility treatments, because she’d told me how helpless that made her feel while she waited to see if she was knocked up. And how guilty she felt when she wasn’t.

“Heath,” she mumbled.

“Yeah, Bambi?”

“I need to clean up.”

“How about a shower?” I suggested.

“Sounds good.”

“How about I fuck you there…slowly?”

“That sounds even better.”

Sable took the day off even though Sundays could be busy at the Wildflower. Casey and Mackenna told her to havefun,and she told me that was exactly what she intended to do.

Since we were starved for each other, we had sex in the morning, and it was late in the day when we had breakfast, which I cooked.

When she said she needed a nap, I said, “No way, Bambi. I have plans for today.”

“Hey, I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night,” she complained good-naturedly.

She did sleep for the half hour it took me to drive to Maroon Lake, nestled in the Maroon Bells Scenic Area. The lake, famous for its crystal-clear waters, reflected the iconic Maroon Bells peaks and the surrounding mountains, which blazed with fiery hues as the aspens turned with the season.

The lake was calm, and the water stretched endlessly, catching the last golden rays of the afternoon sun. There were no tourists, no noise—just the rhythmic sound of the oars slicing through the water and the occasional bird calling from the shore.

I glanced at Sable, sitting in front of me, her back resting against my chest. She leaned into me, her legs stretched out across the bench, one hand trailing lazily in the water. She looked relaxed and peaceful, and seeing her made my chest ache with gratitude and love.

The oar in my right hand moved steadily, creating ripples that fanned out into the stillness. My left arm draped around her, holding her close, and my hand rested lightly on her waist. She fit perfectly against me, as if she had always been meant to be here—with me, for me.

“This is nice,” she murmured, her voice soft.

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