“It’s too early for this,” Kirby said, threading her fingers in Mara’s hair and pushing her head lower, completely contradicting her words. “You’re supposed to relax during retirement.”
Kirby groaned as Mara kissed between her legs.
“I’m relaxed,” Mara said.
Kirby arched off the bed as Mara pressed a few fingers inside her. “Slow down.”
Mara knew what made Kirby tick. She knew how to finish her faster than it took Kirby to race a sprint. And she wasn’t slowing down.
After less than three minutes, Mara sat up and smiled. Kirby was still shaking, her body pulsing around Mara’s fingers.
“Let’s go do something,” Mara said. “I don’t want to hang out in the camper all day.”
Mara loved her camper. She’d sold her Anchorage condo and bought the trailer as soon as the snow had started to melt. It was small and cozy, full of warm colors and plush cushions and blankets. Perfect for her when she was alone. Even better when Kirby was taking up half the bed.
She didn’t know what she would do once winter hit. Probably pay to store it somewhere and follow Kirby to Europe for the World Cup. She was already planning to drive it the whole way to Park City and Vermont as Kirby moved through different summer training camps.
But the Alaska morning was too beautiful to waste another moment inside.
Kirby bodied Mara onto her back like a wrestling takedown.
Okay, maybe Mara could withstand a few more moments inside after all.
“It’s too early for this,” Kirby repeated, but she followed the words with a kiss. “Damn it, Mara, why are you already dressed to work out?”
Kirby ripped Mara’s top off and struggled to remove the bike shorts.
“Because I’ve already worked out this morning.”
Kirby fought to get Mara naked. She didn’t help much because Kirby’s frustration was funny.
“Hey, did you really say that I only call youKBwhen I’m being nasty? Like did you actually say that in an interview?” Mara said as Kirby tugged the bike shorts off Mara’s butt. She’d seen the article that morning—a buzzy, gossipy piece in a fashion magazine. The pictures of Kirby had been incredible.
“Yes. You sayKBwhen you’re being nasty,Kirbywhen you’re being sweet, andBonhamwhen you’re pissed at me.”
“You’re unbelievable. That is too personal. And not true.” Except, it kind of was true.
Kirby finally got Mara’s shorts off. She flung them to the other side of the camper.
There was a nice, overhead shelf above their bed that Kirby insisted needed to hold their toys. She sat up, grabbed a strap-on, and then she was inside Mara, fucking her hard and fast, in a few seamless movements. They’d had lots of practice at this point.
Mara laughed, joy lifting her to the rafters.
“You’d think,” Kirby said between kisses, “that winning a couple Olympic gold medals would satisfy you.”
“Is two ‘a couple’?”
“Don’t critique my grammar right now, Mara May.” Kirby gripped a fistful of Mara’s hair.
Mara smiled and wrapped her legs around Kirby’s waist.
“But you’re never satisfied, are you?” Kirby slowed down, switching to long, powerful strokes. She knew what it took to finish Mara fast too. “My greedy little princess. Winning the fifty-k wasn’t enough, huh? Or another Crystal Globe. Now you need to bike and hike and run and needle me about pointless interviews. Now you need to win a ridiculous and dangerous race where there will be bears, and we could fall off a cliff.”
“We’ll be fine.” There would be so many people on the mountain during the race a bear sighting would be highly unusual. Mara struggled to get the words out as pleasure started to radiate up her spine and down her legs. “I don’t care about winning.”
“Bullshit.”
“Just want to beatyou. Again.”
