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There are no more thoughts. Just his body and mine. His cock inside of me. Controlling me. Pushing both of us closer and closer to the release. I clench hard around his cock as I explode once again. My whole body shakes as the orgasm rolls over me. He pounds into me hard and then he explodes. Calling out his climax in a loud roar as he fills me up with his seed.

Chapter 7

Mia

It's a strange thing for me to wake up feeling so satisfied and content with my world. To walk out to the kitchen to find Ronan looking sexy. Shirtless, of course. Jeans, bare feet. Making me breakfast with coffee ready. This is what holidays should be, I tell myself.

It would be nice forever, but I don't know if that's on the cards. I'm not sure what he's feeling. And when he suggests we go to the Fall Festival, where I can watch him do his lumberjack stuff, I agree. It’s not something I would normally do. But after last night, I am feeling brave and energized. Excited even, for what the day might have in store for me.

The festival is amazing. In a park surrounded by trees that are all sorts of fall colours of yellow, green and browns. There's stalls and rides and kids running around happily screaming. There is food and hay rides and games. Couples everywhere walking hand in hand. Ronan takes my hand with a smile. He seems to know everyone. Everyone greets him and says hello.

And he introduces me to a few people. This is Mia, she’s a writer, he says. People nod and smile and welcome me.

We walk around a bit and then he has to go get ready for his event. The event is a sight to behold. Six men with a series of lumberjack tasks.

Cutting wood, sawing through a log and axe throwing. And then pumpkin smashing is also a part of it all. I can't help noticing that a lot of the women are cheering for Ronan. He does look damn sexy swinging that axe, all hot and sweaty. I lean on the posts and just watch as that body does what it's built to do.

It's strange watching him knowing that we made love last night. The best sex I've ever had. I didn't even know that sex could be that good. But Ronan has a way of making me feel completely comfortable with him. Normally I'm shy and wanting to cover up. But with Ronan telling me how beautiful I am, it made it all that much more exciting. I was able to be an active participant rather than just laying there. And he seemed to like that a lot. He loved when we went for a second round and I went on top, straddling him, fully in control.

With Ronan last night, I felt like a goddess. It's a bit hard watching all the women watching him after we had such a connection. I feel a little bit jealous. But I guess that's what happens when you're with the sexiest man in town.

After the event, women crowded around him. But he pulls me close. His arm around me. Making it known that he is there with me. All those times my ex would not want to be seen with me. I realise now how I let just one man shape how I view myself. But that is very much in the past. After last night, I feel more myself. I feel wanted, yes. But it’s more how I see myself has changed. I feel sexy. Even powerful. And it feels good.

After cooling down with a cold drink, Ronan and I are walking through the festival hand in hand. But when we pass an old shed, he pulls me inside. It’s being used for storage and it’s cool and dark in here. “What are you up to?” I ask him.

“You’ve got that look again.” He says with his trademark sexy grin.

“Come on, I saw all those women cheering for you.” I push him away slightly when he moves in for a kiss. “I think you’ve seen that look many times before.”

He pulls me close. A kiss and then whispering in my ear. “It is different with you. And it’s even more devastating today. It’s like you're plotting all the things you want to do to me.” Kissing down the side of my throat, moving my shirt out of the way to kiss across my shoulder.

“Ronan!” I squeal with delight.

He stops kissing me, resting his forehead on mine. He is breathing fast. My own heart has started racing. His hands on my hips. He holds me there as though fighting for control.

“I think coming out today might have been a mistake.” His voice is rough. For a moment my heart sinks. Is he the same as my ex? Have I just been fooling myself? Does he not want to be seen with me? I’ve held onto this wound for so long it is hard to let it go.

But surely lastnight…and he has been so attentive today. I blink up at him. Holding my breath. “What do you mean?” I whisper the question.

“It’s too soon. Last night was not enough.” His words come out as a low growl. “I should have kept you in bed all day today. All I can think about is getting my hands on you again.”

He kisses me. I can feel the heat coming off his body. All those muscles I have watched swinging an axe around. All those grins and little winks my way. I feel the same. Last night was not enough. I want more. I want him. And I want it now.

“Are you thinking about last night too?” He asks.

Now it’s my turn to grin up at him. “I was thinking that you should lock the door.”

Chapter 8

Ronan

We are back home and it’s the end of the weekend. Mia should be heading home tomorrow but I want her to stay. Obviously the attraction between us is mutual. I can’t get enough of touching her and she is so damn sexy and amazing. It was her idea to have sex in the shed at the festival and she has agreed to come back to my house for dinner. She’s got that look in her eyes that tells me she’s excited to spend the night.

But then what? I’ve had women want me just for my body before. But I want more from Mia. I feel a connection to her like I’ve never felt before. She is smart and sexy and beautiful. Yesterday I was able to share with her about my work and my life. And it was a big deal to admit how I struggled in school. I love that she didn’t laugh it off. She seemed to understand having to face one's shortcomings. She explained about how in her writing there are parts she struggles with. I feel like it strengthened our bond.

But I have no idea what Mia is feeling. For the first time with a woman, I feel awkward and insecure. Wondering if I am good enough for her. Wondering if she just sees this as something physical. A fling? A weekend away?

I knew I wanted her the moment I saw her. And I loved being with her at the festival. My chest all puffed up with pride to be seen with her. In the fall sunshine she glowed, all smiles and laughter. Cheering me on from the stands in the competition. And those eyes! They are my absolute undoing. I want everyone to know that she belongs to me. And that I absolutely belong to her.