Page 106 of When The Mountains Held Us

“Save some for the waterfall,” he says, before bouncing out of bed and over to the chest of drawers against the far wall of the room.

I let out an exasperated huff and throw off the covers, careful not to disturb Bandit as I join Levi. We dress quickly as I try to ignore the steady ache between my legs, and the drag of the fabric over my hardened nipples when I tug my shirt down.

Thirty minutes later, we pull into the trailhead parking lot, and I can’t help the flutter of excitement that rushes through me, not only at the anticipation of what dirty things Levi has in store for me, but also at being back at a place that means so much to me.

This place was where we had our first real hike. The one where I let go of my reservations and flung myself from the cliff with abandon. It marks the first time I ever tasted the intoxicating flavor of freedom, and I know it’s a place I will cherish for the rest of my life. It’s funny how memories are made and time passes, but something as simple as a place in a small corner of the universe has the potential to bring the same emotions from that day rushing back and bathing me in nostalgic bliss.

“Ready?” Levi asks as he rounds the truck and throws the hiking pack over his shoulder.

I secure my hair in a clip and set off towards the trailhead.

“Born ready!” I’m met with his gleaming smile as I take off down the trail, not bothering to wait for him to catch up.

These mountains now belong to me as much as they belong to him, and I, for one, can’t wait to see the view from the top.

Epilogue

Levi

We make it to the falls in record time and, honestly, thank God, because I don’t think I can take another minute of watching Oakley’s tight ass bounce in those skintight leggings as she walks. She’s utterly devastating in the best way possible, the woman I’d gladly crawl on my hands and knees and beg for. She approaches the falls ahead of me before turning around and smiling widely. Her blonde hair is frizzy where it’s fallen out of the clip, and her bright blue eyes shine with mischief as she regards me.

“I win. What’s my prize?”

She looks at me expectantly, and I waste no time closing the distance between us and dragging her behind the falls, not caring that I get the both of us dripping wet with the cool water in the process. She shrieks in delight and tries to escape my arms, but I pull her back to me with a strength that has her chest colliding with mine. A huff of air escapes her parted lips, and I zero in on them, wanting to know what they taste like despite having already memorized it long ago.

“You barely won. I’m not sure you deserve a prize,” I tease, lowering my hands to her ass and squeezing.

“But you’re going to give me one anyway.”

“Damn right, I am.” My lips crash into hers, and the heat of this kiss is searing, threatening to overwhelm me in the best way possible.

She moans into my open mouth, and I drink each one down, my tongue exploring her mouth and tangling with hers. We stumble out of our clothes, shedding a T-shirt here, a pair of leggings there, until we’re both standing naked together in the crisp spring air.

Her body shakes in my arms as I bring my mouth to hers again, not wanting to waste a second of this moment with her. I grab her ass again, spreading her cheeks apart and eliciting a groan from her that has my cock hardening even more between us. She grinds herself against me, seeking friction against the hard length of me, and it takes everything in me not to lift her in my arms and plunge myself deep inside her.

I want to. God, I want to, but there’s another part of me that wants to take this as slow as possible. To tease the pleasure from her body in the most excruciating way possible. Her nails bite into my shoulders, and she dips her head to plant wet kisses along my chest, licking and sucking her way along my skin. I groan as I run my hands up and down the length of her body, loving the way her silky skin feels beneath my rough calluses.

“Levi, please,” she begs, and, fuck, I love it when she begs. “I need you.”

“Need me where, baby?” I ask, pulling back only far enough to reach between us and pinch her nipple.

She lets out a small yelp and shudders at the nip of pain before I bend and run my tongue over the bud to soothe the bite.

“Inside me.”

“Not yet,” I say, and she lets out a whimper of frustration at my denial. “I want to taste you coming on my tongue first.”

Before she can respond, I pick her up and carry her to the small ledge cut out of the cliffside. I set her down gently on the rock, long since smoothed over by thousands of years of rushing water, and spread her legs wide, stepping between them and crowding her space.

“Are you going to be a good girl and give me what I want?”

She nods her head furiously, all too eager to please, but she should know better by now.

“Use your words, baby. Come on, let me hear those pretty lips beg for my mouth.”

“Please, Levi, I want your mouth.”

“You want my mouth where?”