Page 71 of Flare
She stretched languidly in the soft bed, savoring the bliss of not having to rush anywhere today. Maggie had given her both today and tomorrow off after she’d worked straight through the weekend at the festival.
Ward was still asleep next to her, one arm slung protectively across her waist. His callused fingers curled loosely against her hip, as if he were protecting her even while he slumbered.
She studied his face, relaxed and unguarded in sleep, and noticed a faint scar along his jaw that cut a faint line through his beard. He was an unbelievably sexy man, and here he was, in her bed.
“Morning,” Ward said. He opened his eyes and smiled up at her.“Sleep okay?”
“Never better,” Emily admitted. She ran her hand down his delightful, furry chest.“Turns out teddy bears are the best for cuddling.”
“And other things.” She saw the flash of his smile before he gathered her in his arms and kissed her thoroughly.
When the kiss ended, she was ready for more. Last night had been amazing, and she couldn’t get enough of him.
He ran his finger down her cheek and smiled at her.“Why don’t you move your things into my room today?” he rumbled.“I have a king-size bed.”
“Sure,” she said, and stroked his flat, hard stomach before letting her hand wander lower, where his cock stood at attention.
“Ooh,” she teased, closing her fingers around his thick shaft.“Someone’s up early this morning. I believe I owe you an orgasm… or five.”
His laugh turned into a gratifying gasp as she wriggled down the bed, opened her mouth, and swallowed as much of him as fit.
“Not… keeping count,” he managed.“But this is a fucking fantastic way to wake up.”
And that was the last coherent thing he said for quite a while.
She loved pleasuring him, and his groans as she worked him with lips and tongue fanned her own arousal, already awakened by their kissing session.
“You liked that almost as much as I did,” Ward said, panting, when he’d finished.
“I did. I love your cock,” Emily said with complete truthfulness.
Then he moved with preternatural speed. Before Emily knew it, she was on her back, legs draped over Ward’s broad shoulders.
“Now, let’s see if I can get you to make that adorable giggle-scream again.” He dove face-first between her legs and applied himself enthusiastically to licking her pussy.
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“Ready for breakfast?” Ward asked much later.
Emily was draped over him, limp after his thorough pleasuring.“I’m starving after that workout.”
“Great. I made an appointment for us at Bearpaw Fish n’ Game for 10 a.m.”
She nodded. They’d discussed it last night on the drive home from Sunday dinner. Today was the day she would start gun safety and shooting lessons.
Anxiety fluttered in her stomach.Could I really shoot another person? Even Andrew?
“What kind of gun should I get?” she asked.
“Why don’t you try out a few different models and see what feels right?” Ward replied.
“I’ve never even held a gun before,” she confessed.
“That’s okay,” Ward assured her.“We’ll take it slow and keep it safe.”
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The Bearpaw Fish n’ Game Store looked more like a rustic lodge than a retail establishment on Main Street. Inside, mounted fish and animal heads decorated the walls, while glass cases displayed everything from fishing lures to hunting knives.
