Kai grabbed the base of his cock, gripping it for me. When I was ready, I climbed up and took his crown against my entrance. He was slick and hard, and I could already feel him deep inside, stretching me.
I rode back, then again. “Izzy,” Kai grunted. His hands took my hips as he guided me. “You’re the fucking hottest man I have ever seen.”
I whimpered long and hard, sinking onto him. “Uh-huh,” I breathed again. “Uh-huh.”
Kai bucked his hips up, sinking deeper and deeper into me. All of the good feelings tingled simultaneously. The world was opening and showing me everything that I could have.
Kai and I could be everything we needed together. He matched me in all the right ways and held me just like I needed to be held.
His cock thrust deep, filling me all the way. I squeezed his shoulders as my climax hit me like thunder. Kai was screaming my name, and I was screaming his, too. His cock stretched me wide, and jets of my cum sprayed through the air.
I fell down, landing on his chest with a desperate gasp, and Kai caught me.
We were somewhere new, a place I’d never been with another person, and we were there together.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Kai
“Turn where this white barn is,”I said, pointing. “Around that hill.”
Izzy steered his car through the countryside outside Pittsburgh. The open hills rolled gently, and the temperature had started to dip enough that we both wore light sweaters. Around us, farms gave way to wooded areas, which opened up to more farmland.
“There it is!” Izzy said brightly. “I remember now.”
He pulled over at a field that looked like all the others to me. “You remember?” I asked. “But you’re out somewhere different every week. How can you possibly keep all these fields straight?”
“I remember the area,” he clarified as he grabbed his bag from the back. “The elephant foot plants we’re looking for started to take hold around here. We’re going to see how they’ve been doing.”
We stepped out, and a wide field stood in front of us. Far in the distance, I could see a farmhouse, but the field quickly gave way to shrubs, and then woods to the side of us. The trees were thin and spaced apart, and they cast a scattered shade over the shrubby grass.
Izzy handed me a clipboard and grinned. “You can take notes for me. We’ll get this hike done, then meet up with Jo at the lake for lunch.” He hitched his backpack on his shoulder. “Plus, I know you’ll love taking notes.”
I clicked the pen. “My notes will be meticulous.”
Izzy laughed. The pale blue sweater dipped low, and his sexy Adam’s apple bobbed when he took a drink from his water bottle. In his hiking shoes and under the sun, I could tell he was in his natural habitat, as happy as when we took walks through the woods together as kids.
“Come on,” I said, pulling my phone out. “I’ll tag your hiking Insta in the photo.”
Izzy stepped beside me, and we both draped our arms over our shoulders. I looked for the right angle to get the woods in behind us, but I couldn’t find it.
“Here,” Izzy said, gently taking the phone from me. “Long arms.”
We took a few different pics, one laughing and one kissing. “Want to pick your favorite and post it?” I asked.
Izzy fiddled with the phone as we walked. “We’re cute in every picture,” he hummed to himself. “Did I tell you I started getting random Pittsburgh people following my hiking account now?”
Because people from Silver Lining all followed me, my Instagram had developed a quick audience, with our high-profile clients feeding my numbers. It felt ridiculous to have all the attention, considering my aversion to social media, but at least Leo was happy with the results.
“Cool,” I chuckled. “You can do PR for the conservation project now, if you want.”
As we entered the field, Izzy stumbled over a lump in the ground, and I caught his arm. “You can’t look at the phone,” I joked. “I have no idea how to identify these flowers on my own.”
“Just posted.” He handed the phone back. “The plant we’re looking for is an herb. They get about three feet tall. Hopefully, some will be blooming still, so they should be easy to spot. There will be lots of little purple-and-white flower heads, all clustered close together. Oh, there! Perfect.”
He bent down, then trailed his fingers up the tall, skinny plant. “They’re spreading,” he said. “They really like dirt with this special kind of mineral in it and places like this, where there are farms and woods next to each other.” He pulled a small pair of clippers from his bag. “We’ll bring this one back with us. You can start the form and just call this field number one.”
I neatly filled some information in while he cut the plant and placed it in a long plastic bag. “This is sexy,” I said.
