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Confidence looks so good on her.

“You trying to howl at the moon, Blake?”

She pushes me back against a tree and then drops to her knees. “You going to stop me?” I tense in anticipation when her hands find my zipper and our gazes meet. My smile is half-cocked and a guttural groan rumbles through me when those lips of hers wrap around my dick. She flutters those lashes at me and breaks her suction. “I dare you to tell me you don’t want this.”

I chuckle as my hand fists in her hair so she’s forced to look at me when I say it. “Not on your goddamn life.”

My moan settles through the trees as she takes me deep into her mouth with the first touch of her lips.

All thoughts vanish.

All cares are gone.

It’s just me and her mouth and the warm, wet suction she uses that has my head falling back and my hand wrapping around strands of her ponytail, begging her to slow down so I don’t come so fast and urging her to go harder so I can.

It’s heaven and hell and fire and ice and every lustful tug between.

I see stars as her tongue slides over me and around my tip. She moans as her hand grabs my balls to play with them while her mouth suctions around me and takes me deep.

“Blake.” My groan is guttural and raw and is exactly how she makes me feel.

She adds pressure with her hands, her fingers, her lips. Faster. Slower. Softer. Harder. I begin fucking her mouth as the pressure builds and the need swells.

My hands grip tighter. My muscles tense. My cock throbs. My growl cuts through the silence as she swallows every last drop I give her.

My head swims, and my body sings with endorphins.

It takes a few seconds to wade through the post-coming haze, but when I do, Blakely is standing before me. Her lips are swollen, her eyes are heavy with desire, and her hair a mess. She’s never looked more beautiful.

“What?” I ask as she just stares.

“There. We’re even.”

“Even?” I laugh as I tuck my dick back into my pants.

“You surprised me last night. I surprised you today.”

I take a step forward. “That’s a dangerous game to start playing with a man who loves dares.” I put my hand on the back of her neck and pull her into me so I can kiss her. It’s brief but packs a punch, and when it ends, I keep her close so she can see my eyes when I speak. “There is no even in sex, Blakely. There’s pleasure. There’s wanting to make the person you’re with fly. There’s enjoying watching them soar and knowing you gave that to them. If sex is a contest you have to win, then you’re doing it all wrong.” Another kiss that, this time, begs me to fuck her. “I’ll always get mine in the end . . . it’s the journey to get you there that makes mine all that much more enjoyable.”

“Oh.”

My favorite sound of hers again.

But I love the way her throat moves as she swallows hard, how her eyes widen, how her breath hitches.

“Hey, Blake?” I pick up the tackle box and chuckle. “You can be bossy with me anytime.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

Blakely

“Aren’t you supposed to be helping me fish?” I ask as I glance to Slade, who is texting someone yet again.

He’s been the most attentive man in the world this entire trip, but now that I need his help, he’s on his phone.

“I thought that was against the rules?” He quirks a brow.

“Doesn’t seem to me like you care too much about rules in the first place.”