“What makes you think I won’t remind you?” If we get out of here, having them both seems like a pretty good way to celebrate. For a moment, I don’t even know who I am. Two days ago, I’d have been mortified at the suggestion. I’ve never been that kind of girl. I’ve never been that bold, that carefree.
I want to be brave enough to do what I want instead of second guessing myself. Or settling for what I should want.
“So we have a deal, then?”
“We do.” I reach between us and run my fingers along the length of his cock. It’s thick and hard in my hands, and it’s been so long since I was with a man.
Too long.
Because I was worried about what people might say. What they might think. They can think whatever they want. Reed has the right idea of making the most of every situation. Even if this is a onetime thing, I don’t care because we both need it.
I lift up and he helps adjust his cock so I can slide on. Slowly. The press of the fat head of his dick as it sinks into me is almost too much. I take a breath and work myself down his length.
“That’s it, babe, nice and slow, so I can feel every part of you.” His fingers trail over my thighs, then up and under my damp shirt to caress the underside of my breast.
I lean forward, resting my hands on his chest. His fingers find my clit and I bite my lip as I ride him. He stretches and fills me, but lets me control how fast and how much. I sink all the way, taking every inch, then lift up and do it again.
“You feel so good. If you don’t want me to come in you, you need to say so because…mmm.”
I roll my hips, and then press a kiss to his lips. I feel the cut, but he doesn’t yelp or pull away. “I don’t want you to pull out.”
“Okay. Then go as hard as you want, and I’ll enjoy the ride.”
“That’s all?”
“That’s more than enough, Ash.” My name on his lips is like a whispered prayer, as if he shouldn’t be daring to say my name.
His fingers stroke me as I move, and I’m getting close to coming again. I ride him a little faster, my breath coming in desperate pants. Then my climax breaks over me. I gasp, my body curling as I ride it out.
Reed groans, his cock pulsing inside of me as he comes. He tips his head back against the wall, breathing just as fast as me.
Neither of us moves.
He breaks the silence first. “That was amazing.”
No one has ever said that to me before. I’m not sure how to respond. Thank you seems kind of lame.
“Um…yeah.” I agree, which is just as lame.
He puts his knuckles under my chin and takes another light kiss. “If I don’t make it. Tell Colt that he owes you. Tell him—”
“We’re getting out. Both of us. And if I have to drag you all the way over the mountain, I will.” I won’t be able to make it back to site on my own. Reed would, even naked and without shoes. He knows what to do.
The way he looks at me, I know there is something he isn’t telling me.
I don’t want to hear it. Not while he’s still inside of me. Not while I’m basking in the glow of my orgasm.
“Ash…I’m exhausted after sex. I’m not going to make the hike.”
“You fucking will. You are not leaving me to do it on my own.” I push off his chest. The moment ruined by his carelessness.
He grabs my hands in his. “Ash, look at me. Really look.”
I don’t want to, but I can’t turn away.
“They worked me over today. They found my little knife, and I thought they were going to cut tendons so I wouldn’t be able to walk again. They didn’t. But they did use it. I’m covered in little cuts. I have no clothes—”
“We can find you some.”
