Page 27 of Chasing the Wild
"That's it," Sam encouraged. "Take what you need. Use me to get there."
I rocked against him, chasing the orgasm that was building like a storm. His thumb pressed hard on my clit again, and I came apart. The climax hit me like a wave, crashing over me with an intensity that made stars explode behind my eyelids. I heard someone screaming and dimly realized it was me, crying out his name as my body convulsed around him.
Another wave hit before the first finished, doubling the pleasure until I couldn't tell where one orgasm ended andanother began. Then Sam was there with me, burying himself deep and groaning my name as he filled me with his release. I felt the hot pulse of his cum inside me, marking me, claiming me in the most primitive way possible.
"Mine," he growled, still moving, working his seed deeper. "You're mine, Jess. Say it."
"Yours," I gasped, still shaking with aftershocks. "I'm yours, Sam."
"Damn right you are."
He collapsed beside me, pulling me into his arms and keeping us connected. His hand splayed possessively over my lower stomach.
"Keep my cum inside you as long as possible," he murmured against my hair. "Want to make sure it takes."
A shiver of dark pleasure ran through me at his words. The breeding talk should have scared me. Instead, I could imagine a life I'd never let myself want.
"We should check the weather," I said, even though I didn't want to move.
"Yeah." But he didn't let me go. "In a minute."
We lay there in comfortable silence, his hand drawing lazy circles on my skin, both of us knowing that checking the weather meant facing reality. Meant figuring out what happened next.
"Sam?" I asked quietly.
"Yeah, baby?"
"What if... what if this doesn't work? What if we get back to the real world and this—" I gestured between us. "—doesn't make sense anymore?"
He pulled back to look at me, his expression serious. "You really think what we have only makes sense in a survival situation?"
"I don't know. We're so different. I'm a corporate lawyer from Manhattan. You're a mountain guide who lives on a mountain. How would that even work?"
"You asking me or telling me it won't?" His jaw was tight, a muscle ticking.
"I'm asking."
He relaxed slightly. "It works because we both know what it feels like to drown. You were drowning in your corporate life. I was drowning in adrenaline addiction, using danger to feel alive because I was too scared to actually live." His hand cupped my face. "But with you? I don't need to jump off cliffs to feel my heartbeat. I just need to look at you."
My throat closed up with emotion. "Sam—"
"I'm not saying it'll be easy. I'm not saying you should quit your job and move to Vermont tomorrow." He kissed me softly. "But I am saying this is real. What we have is real. And I want to figure out how to make it work. If you do."
"I do," I whispered. "I want that too."
"Good." His smile was devastating. "Now let's check this weather and see how long I have before I have to share you with the outside world again."
He reluctantly pulled out of me—both of us groaning at the loss—and we dressed quickly in the cold air. Sam unzipped the tent vestibule and looked outside.
"Storm's calmed enough for travel," he reported. "I can get you back to down the mountain on the ATV."
"Okay." I tried to keep the disappointment out of my voice.
He turned to look at me, reading my expression easily. "Or..."
"Or?"
"Or I take you to Eagle's Nest. My cabin. It's closer, and you could relax a bit before going back. Hot shower, real food, comfortable bed." His eyes held mine. "Spend the day with me,Jess. In my space. Let me show you what my world really looks like."
