It starts easy but a few parts trip me up. Preston is patient the whole way, making sure I don’t slip or hurt myself. The sun pierces down in the cloudless blue sky above the dense forest. A stream at the bottom is littered with rocks and boulders leading to a massive waterfall at the center of it all. It has to be five-hundred-feet tall, depositing into a large pool. The sight takes my breath away. I smile so wide, proud of myself for branching out and in wonder at the landscape surrounding us.
“Nature looks good on you, Hollywood.” Preston is staring at me, awe etched into his features.
I preen under the compliment. Hiking is fun. Slowly but surely, I am finding myself in every new adventure.
“Ohmigod, I think I’m dying.” I fall face first onto the couch.
“Such a drama queen.” Preston laughs, and I know he’s rolling his eyes as I hear him walk into the kitchen.
“You had me in that national park for seventeen hours,” I groan. “You better be getting me some water. I am going to die of dehydration.”
“No you’re not.” A wet towel hits the back of my neck and I can’t help the shiver that runs through my body.
“That feels nice.” It was so hot. My hot is hot. The half-second dip in the pool at the waterfall didn’t help cool me down.
“Here’s some water too if you can manage to roll yourself over.” Preston pokes from above. With asmuch exaggeration as I can muster in my exhausted state, I sit up and lean back on the couch giving Preston room to sit beside me if he wants to. I doubt he wants to though. I probably reek to high heaven after sweating all afternoon.
“I think I could love you,” I say quietly, taking the water and guzzling half the bottle in one gulp.
“What was that?”
“I was talking to the water.”
“Sure, of course,” Preston says, bumping my shoulder. Guess he does want to sit down. “It wasn’t really that bad, was it?”
“No,” I begrudgingly admit. “It was pretty cool. I can’t believe sights like that are just out there in the world. And we would never know it.”
“It’s amazing how the world can look in its purest form. It’s the best part of my travels.”
“I can’t believe there were so many waterfalls. Like they’re just there.” We stopped at a few more trailheads on the drive back from Davis Falls, and it seemed like every trail we ventured down had another waterfall waiting for us. The way the rocks curved and sloped allowing for gravity to take effect and the rainwater to run down the sides of the mountains was stunning.
“Crazy, right?”
“Not one of them looked the same. It’s neat how they are all different and formed into the sides of the cliffs and jungle.”
“I’m sure we can find more.”
“I’d like that,” I say, rotating my head to face Preston. He’s already looking at me and I feel a jolt pass through us. All day we were out of the house and busy. Now, we’re sitting knee to knee and shoulder to shoulder on the couch where Preston slept last night. Mere feet from the bed that we will both share tonight.
I don’t know how I will make it through the night with his warm body next to mine without caving into this attraction. Can I make it through one night before jumping his bones? The image of him walking out of that hot tub with the most impressivehard cock I have ever seen in my life lives rent free in my head. All I could think in that moment when I was eye level with his hard length was that I wanted to taste him.
“Are you hungry?” I’ve never been particularly fond of sucking cock, but for Preston, I would make it my new favorite dessert. Now it’s going to be in the bed with me. He told me to make sure I was ready when I finally gave him the green light.Am I ready today?My stomach rumbles at his question. “I’ll take that as a yes. Why don’t I get dinner started while you take a shower?”
Trying to cover my erotic thoughts, I quip back, “Are you saying I smell, Preston Fields?”
“I wouldn’t dare, Ivory Crenshaw.” Preston grabs at his chest. “I was merely thinking a shower may bring you back to the land of the living and make you feel better.”
“Hmm, nice save. I’m onto you, though,” I reply, slowly standing from the couch.
Making a quick stop in the kitchen for more water, I disappear into the bathroom to take the longest shower of my life. Is a cold shower only meant to calm men down or can women take them too?
As we’re finishing up the dishes, Preston asks, “Do you want to watch an episode of your show tonight? Or a movie from our list?”
“I don’t think I can make it through a movie.” Today’s adventure wore me out. I am dead on my feet.
“One episode, then?” He reaches out, fingering a strand of my hair.
“Okay.” Preston drags me to the couch, settling into one corner. I try to curl up on the opposite end but he pulls my legs into his lap. Just what I need before we get into bedtogether—this man touching me and sending me over the edge. As if he knows exactly what I’m thinking and enjoys torturing me, Preston grips my foot and begins massaging it. When he hits a sore spot in the arch of my foot, I let out a deep groan at how good it feels.
