What I want to do is pull her into my arms and kiss her. But she has her guard up. And so we walk along together in silence for a little bit. Finally I say, “So, I had a really good time last night."
She smiles. And then it turns into a grin. “Last night was amazing.” And then a sigh. “I just don’t know what it means.”
I stop and turn towards her. “I know what I want it to mean, Josie. I want you to stay here with me. You could work here or get a teaching job in town. But I want to see where this goes. More than that, I want to make a future with you.”
“The thing is, and I’ve thought about this all morning. My whole world has fallen apart. I feel like I’m falling. But it’s not your job to catch me. I don’t want to just stay here because it is an easy fix.”
I feel a bit hurt. Is that all I am to her? An easy fix? A job and a place to stay?
We walk along in silence again. Both of us are lost in our thoughts. I do understand what Josie is going through. I’ve been through it myself. Several times. When the path I was on seems to disappear. I glance over at the forest. It’s a good analogy. If the path disappears, you find a new path. But at the moment Josie feels like her world has come apart. Can I wait for her to put herself back together?
Eventually I stop and once again we turn to each other. “Josie, I think that you are amazing. And I think that we can be something amazing. But I don’t want to push you. I’m here for you. When you’re ready. No pressure. I’ll just be here for you when you are ready to choose this life.”
“Oh Maverick.” I spot the tears forming in her eyes as she throws herself against me. Wrapping my arms around her I hold her tight. Kissing the top of her head and inhaling the smell of her hair. It kills me to let her go. But if that’s what she needs, then that is what I will do.
“You’ll really wait for me to get things figured out?” She asks.
I nod, though she can’t see it with her face pressed against my chest. “Yes. One, two, even three hours. I can wait for you.” It’s a joke and she pulls back from me and smiles.
I take her hand in mine as we continue our walk back to the main camp. I like holding her hand. That small contact. I just wish it was forever.
Chapter 9
Josie
I am a mess. I feel even more lost than before. Before I came here I didn't know what I was going to do or what the future might hold for me. Now that I have a choice to make I feel even more confused.
Of course I want to stay here with Maverick. I've never met anyone like him. Never had a man set off my senses and get my pulse racing like it does with him. I just have to glance his way and I want to climb all over him. Never met anyone as strong and kind and caring as him. And he makes me laugh. He has me grinning all the time.
But is it all a part of the crazy feeling that brought me running to the mountains in the first place? Shouldn't I sort out my future before thinking about a relationship? I don't want my mess to become his problem.
That afternoon there is a motivational speaker to talk to the boys. It’s all about goals and pathways and I decide to sit in and listen. And I’m glad that I did. It is as though the universe knew exactly what I needed at that very moment. By listening to the talk and doing the exercises to figure out my priorities, it was suddenly clear as day what I want.
And I want Maverick. I want him and I want the life he offers. Racing out of the main hall I take off to find his cabin. It’s not difficult as it is slightly bigger than the other cabins around it. My heart racing, I knock loudly on the door.
And when Maverick opens the door, Seeing him, I know for absolute certainty that I am right.
He steps aside as I race into the cabin. I’m pacing, I have that much energy and excitement rushing through me.
“Josie?”
I stop and look up into his face with the biggest smile.
He knows. Of course he knows, he can read me so well. His smile is pure joy and I run into his arms. He holds me tight. His body is warm. His aftershave is intoxicating. A masculine, spicy scent that makes me want to get even closer to him.
But I still have to get the words out. “I know now what I want. And it’s you. You’re not the easy choice. You are the only choice for me. I want you. The way I feel when I’m around you… not just that you are sexy hot, you make me feel so happy and I want to touch you and talk to you and live a life with you. Umm… if you will still have me?”
With a groan he pulls me back into his arms and then he is kissing me with a hunger and a passion that sets my blood on fire. His big hands exploring all over my body. Turning me around. Gripping. Squeezing. Stroking. All the while he is stripping us of our clothes. T-shirts gone. Bra discarded. Shoes kicked off. Pants gone.
“Do you know how I have dreamt of this?” His words are a low growl. "Last night was good but I want to see your body. I love your curves. Your breasts drive me wild. And this ass.” Hishands grip my soft cheeks, pulling me up hard against him so I can feel exactly how much he wants me.
I let out an urgent moan as I wrap my legs around his hips. Needing to be closer. He moves my back against the wall. Holding me up he whispers in my ear. “This might go fast. But I promise next time I’ll go slower. In fact, I might need to do this all night.”
And with that his huge cock pushes into me. I’m hot and wet. I’m still turned on from the night before and the fact that he wants me so bad only urges me on. I want it hard and fast. But first I have to adjust to the size of him. My big, burly lumberjack has a massive, thick cock. Stretching me. Holding me as he pushes in long and slow. It feels so fucking good.
And soon he is thrust in hard and deep. Holding my ass. Bouncing me up and down. Fucking me hard up against the wall. My breasts bouncing in front of his face. He lets out a low growl of need. I can feel him swelling inside of me. God he is so big and thick. So strong.
My gasps and groans fill the air. Later we will be glad the boys are all still up at the main hall, but right now we couldn’t care less. There is only us. And our passion and our need for each other. He pulls me off him, planting me on my feet and turned against the wall. He drives into me again from behind. One hand gripping one of my breasts. The other on my hip. Until he moves it between my legs. One touch to my clit and I’m driven over the edge. My climax vibrates through me. My legs go weak but he holds me close as he thrusts his final thrusts. Spilling his seed deep within me. Filling me. Branding me. Claiming me.
