And he did.
He drove in, filling me with a single, powerful thrust that ripped a moan from my throat as I fisted the sheets in my hands. I felt his body shudder behind me as he groaned, stilling for a moment to let me adjust before heslowlypulled out nearly all the way just to snap his hips, driving in again with a brutal thrust.
When I felt his hands grip my ass, fingers digging into my skin to spread me wider, I glanced over my shoulder, seeing him watch what he was doing with a feral look in his eyes.
“Fuckingperfect,” he growled, his gaze locked on the dirty view. “Look at that, my cock stretching you so damn good. You take me so well, baby girl…so damn greedy for every inch.” He leaned over me slightly, one hand sliding up my back before tangling in my hair. “God, I love your ass,” he rasped. “Fuckinglove it, especially how it looks when I’m fucking you like this.”
His thrusts turned deeper, harder, the sound of skin meeting skin mingling with my moans and his groans as he fucked me. My legs began to quiver, and then I felt his hand reach around and slide between my thighs, his fingers rubbing my clit.
“Blake!”
“That’s it,” he groaned. “Scream my name while you come on my cock.”
I unraveled, my back curving unnaturally as my orgasm tore through me, making my body tremble with pleasure as I moaned his name. Feeling me spasm around him, he followedme over the edge with one final slam into me, gripping my hips hard to keep them in place as he came with a rumbled groan.
I collapsed forward in a breathless heap, my body still shaking as I panted. The bed shifted, and a moment later, he was beside me, gently brushing my hair from my face. “You okay?”
I let out a breath through a sated smile. “Morethan okay.”
He chuckled, lips brushing my temple as his large hand smoothed up and down over my naked body.
It was quiet for several minutes as we both came down from the high, but the silence was suddenly broken by Maverick barking at the door.
“He’s mad at us,” I breathed through a laugh.
“He’ll get over it.”
Eventually, we cleaned up and got dressed. When we left the bedroom, Maverick needed only a single treat to forgive us and forget all about it.
With the weather warm and cooperative, we spent the next day exploring the area.
Blake took me through the hiking trails he used to walk growing up as Maverick trotted alongside us—he wouldn’t let him off the leash in the woods on the off chance we ran into any bears.
Later, we drove into one of the neighboring towns, exploring the little shops there and stopping at a small local brewery before heading back to the cabin that evening.
Blake made dinner, and we ate out on the deck, watching the sun dip behind the mountains in the distance. While we were in town, we stopped and got stuff to make s’mores, and that night, after we cleaned up from dinner, he started a fire.
We talked while building our treats. Afterward, with thetemperature dropping, I snuggled into the crook of his arm in the oversized double camping chair, enjoying the fire on our last night there.
As a comfortable silence settled between us, I couldn’t help but wonder again about his reason for this impromptu trip.
“Why did you decide to come up here this weekend?” I asked quietly.
“I don’t know,” he answered. “I guess to clear my head.”
Clear his head. The response gave me pause. “Because of the nightmare?”
His hand, which had been softly rubbing my arm, abruptly paused. His silence lingered before he admitted quietly, “Yeah.”
I kept my eyes on the flames. He wasn’t usually open with me, not about this kind of stuff. “Have you had any more since that night?” I asked, keeping my voice gentle.
“No,” he said. “I just…I hadn’t had one in a while, and I thought getting away for a few days would help take my mind off of it.”
I knew little about what Blake went through, and I gleaned most of it from Wes—his deployment, losing his friend, leaving early, and attending therapy. There were hints of more that Wes hadn’t shared or that perhaps Blake hadn’t revealed to him. It was obvious he held more than he showed, and I couldn’t help but feel curious.
“What was your nightmare about?”
I felt him stiffen slightly. “Just…remembering stuff.”
