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He chuckled. “But if I’m honest, I’m too exhausted to fuck.”

“That’s what all day on a horse will do for you,” I told him. “And you’ll feel no better tomorrow when we reach the final camp.”

“Then why don’t we go back to our tent, zip our sleeping bags into one giant bag, get naked, and cuddle up? Let’s save the more vigorous activity for Wednesday night.” He grinned. “My body might have recovered a little by then.”

The idea of lying naked in his arms sent yet more warmth flooding through me.

“Sounds good to me.” Then I remembered. “What about the cock cage?”

“What about it?”

“You’re leaving it on?”

He kissed me. “Youcanwash with it on, you know.”

As if I’d expected anything different. “Yes, Sir.”

That earned me another grin. “And when Wednesday night comes, so will you.”

That was going to be one explosive orgasm.

It still hadn’t sunk in.

I’m not losing him.

I’ve got a Dom.

He’s leaving—but he’s coming back.

I intended to do everything in my power to make this work, even if that meant ignoring the voice at the back of my mind, the one that kept repeating the same question over and over.

Will it be enough?

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Wednesday, June 22

Toby

It was late afternoon, and I’d spent the day walking through the camp, watching the herd from a distance, listening to the sounds they made as they fed on the lush green grass. Kyle and Owen were on horseback, trotting around the camp perimeter, keeping an eye on things, and armed with rifles in case of predators. The others sat in front of their tents, playing cards, reading, and enjoying the sunshine now that the rain of the previous night had finally stopped. I’d loved lying beneath canvas, listening to the almost cozy sound of rain drumming against it. When it didn’t abate, I’d grown concerned, until Robert snuggled closer, and told me to quit worrying, that we weren’t about to become embroiled in another flash flood.

Then we’d kissed, a leisurely rolling together in our giant sleeping bag, naked bodies entwined, warm skin, warm breath, hands that stroked, caressed, teased…His breath had caught when I touched the cock cage, only to leave him in a sigh when I left it in place.

“Tomorrow,” I’d whispered.

I’d fallen asleep with him in my arms, and that had felt… right.

That first view when I’d emerged from the tent that morning had been glorious. It was as if God had washed the sky. It was a beautiful clear blue, not a cloud to be seen.

“I envy them,” I murmured, gesturing to Kyle and Owen.

“Why?” Robert asked.

“They get to stay here until the herd returns. Although I suppose it could get a little lonely.”

“That’s why I always make sure I leave at least two guys up here, and rotate them. And the dogs make for good company too.”

I turned toward the sun, feeling its warmth on my face.

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