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I lift myself slightly so that I am hovering just over the top of him, the flames warming my skin against the cool air drifting in from outside. The door is still half-open, and I am aware that someone could come by at any moment to pick up this or that and catch us in the act, but I don’t care.
Maybe I even want them to see us together, to prove to anyone watching as well as myself that I can’t deny this for another moment...
Wyatt, apparently running out of patience beneath me, grips my hips and pulls me down on top of him in one swift motion, bucking himself up to meet me in the same instant. I cry out, my nails raking along his bare chest, and listen to the deep, animal noise that escapes him as he fills me.
Despite all the decades between us, all the differences in our experiences, there is so much that draws us together, and it all seems to crystallize in the shape of this physical pleasure. Myeyes, hazy, search for his, and when they find him, I begin to move.
My hips seem to set their own pace, concious of the pleasure I am craving right now – it's more than just a pure physical sensation, but one that pulses deep down inside of me, consuming me. The warmth in my belly flutters with every motion, his hands groping greedily for my thighs and my ass and my waist, and the way he looks at me, I know he’s never wanted a woman more in his life than he wants me right now.
I stir my hips on top of him, tipping my head back, letting my hair rush down to my back as his fingers trace a line up my spine. He is driving himself into me now in long, hard strokes, the kind that push any logical thought from my mind, all the questions about how I got here and what I am doing here fading in the face of how good he makes me feel.
And, when I manage to focus my gaze once more, our eyes meet – and the pleasure blossoms to an impossible height, teetering there for a moment before I go over the edge and into my release. I cry out, the sound tearing from some place deep inside of me, my body squeezing around him like it never wants to let him go.
With a grunt, he thrusts up into me and reaches his own release, tipping over the edge as he floods me with his seed. There’s something so primal about it, so reckless – but something that feels so right, as though this is where I belong, right here.
Our bodies connect in the most base and intimate way. When I came to Colorado, I needed to clear my head and reconnect with nature, and I could never have imagined that I’d have been able to do it in the arms of a man who makes me feel more alive than anyone ever has before.
I rock my hips on his a few more times as I drink in the expression on his face, making sure I commit every moment ofit to memory. Whatever has happened here to bring us to this place, whatever forces have united to put me in his arms, I might not understand them, or even trust them fully, at least, not yet.
But I know that I don’t want to be anywhere else right now. And, for the moment, at least – perhaps that’s all that matters.
CHAPTER 9
Wyatt
"Ican do this by myself, you know..."
"I know," she replies, as she tucks her hands into the pockets of the large jacket I insisted she put on before we come out. "But I’m not going to leave you to wander out here all alone, now, am I?”
I shoot her a look, my eyebrow cocked, but I know the chances of getting her to believe that I am fine out here are slim to none. It’s the day after my mother’s death, and I tossed and turned all night next to her, my mind repeating what she said to me over and over again. That I don’t need to do all this alone. That, just maybe, I’d be better off having someone close by...
"It’s beautiful out here," she remarks, as she matches my pace, following me towards the traps that I hope have brought back a few decent catches. I stoop to check the first one, which is empty, and when I straighten up, she is staring off into the distance at something.
"What is it?" I ask, and she jumps slightly as she looks over at me.
"Oh, I was just...just thinking about how nice this place would have been for a yoga retreat," she remarks. I smirk slightly, arching a brow.
"And that is...?”
"Um, hard to explain," she offers in response. "I guess...I guess you could call it a spiritual retreat. Somewhere people come to clean off the weight of whatever they’re carrying, and focus on something else for a while."
"And you did a lot of that? Back home, I mean?"
"I wanted to," she sighs. "But I just never found the right place for it. Or the...I don’t know. I just wasn’t sure it was what people needed."
I straighten up again, and tug the coat a little closer around her shoulders.
"Careful," I mutter. "It’s cold this time of year..."
She looks up at me for a moment, a softness in her eyes that I find it hard to look straight at.
"What is it?" I remark, as I turn back to the path.
"Nothing," she assures me. "Just...just that I think people out here might be able to use something like that, you know?"
"A retreat?" I ask, frowning.
"Somewhere they can come and leave it all behind for a while," she remarks. "Somewhere they could let go. Somewhere they could learn to deal with life, how brutal it can be out here. Seeing your sister like that, it just..."
