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He pulls my hair over my shoulder and gazes up at me. “You’re not going to lose me, baby. It’s just a scratch.”

It’s not just a scratch, and he knows it—he could have died. We only have one small first aid kit. I shudder to think what could happen if his wound was any worse.

“Keep going,” he murmurs. “I can handle a little pain if it means you grinding on my dick like that.”

I let out a breathy laugh as I play with the hair resting over his eyes. I admire his perfect olive skin and his messy, sexy hair, which I run my hands through. I swallow, trying to contain my raging heartbeat.

“Fuck, baby,” he whispers as he grips my tits and I squeeze my knees into him. “I want inside you so bad.” Those words completely undo me. I reach down and grab his erection and help him shift, bringing it out. I grab it in my tiny hand and rub myself on it.

“Maison?” I whisper as the fire crackles outside.

His voice is shaky, his cock throbbing. “Yeah?”

“I don’t really know what I’m doing.”

He pulls me closer to him, sliding his fingers deep inside me. He kisses my cheek, my neck, my lips. His husky scent tickles my nose. “First,” he says, “we need to make sure you’re nice and wet for me.”

I let out a moan as his fingers press on my clit, and he hits deep inside. He reaches over to his nearby pack and pulls out a condom, slipping it on.

Conveniently, Micah seems to have plenty to spare.

He leans back, relaxed, with his non-wounded arm around his neck, waiting for me. “Then you climb up on me, and you slide that wet little pussy over me. It’s that easy, baby, and I promise, it will feel amazing.”

I take a deep breath. It’s not the most romantic, but it’s perfect. Maison is perfect. I couldn’t imagine doing it with anyone else.

“Will it hurt?”

A sly grin. “Yeah, probably. You’re pretty tight, but it won’t hurt for long.”

Heat pools in my lower belly, and my body throbs with anticipation as I crawl on top of him.

I lean down and kiss him before lifting my hips and sliding over him.

It hurts as I feel the tip of his cock press through my sensitive, tight skin. I let out a moan as I lean over him and press down, feeling the prickles underneath from the fir tree bedding hitting my knees. I ignore the tiny bite in the air as the fire just outside dies down to nothing but embers and ash.

I’m careful not to put too much pressure on him, and he helps me by arching his hips, meeting my thrusts. I can barely see him now, but I can feel him, every inch. Warm, safe, and just what I need.

After a few painful moments, everything feels good. My insides soften. The ridge of his cock hits me in just the right way as I grind my hips. His eyes don’t leave mine as I bite my lip and thrust back and forth.

“Kiss me, baby,” he whispers. “I want to feel your lips on me. You feel so fucking incredible.”

Our mouths press together as I ride on him. If he feels pain from his injury, he doesn’t show it. He grabs my hips and helps me thrust till the heat fills me, and my orgasm builds and rolls through me. I have to cover my mouth so the whole camp won’t hear me moan, although they probably already have. He groans as I ride him.

My insides explode as the tension builds, and we climax. I lean forward to feel his hot breath on my face as I drape my body over him for warmth, especially careful this time not to touch his wound. I lay panting beside him, sweating, and I grab the extra blanket to curl up beside him.

“Was that okay?” I ask him breathlessly.

He nuzzles his lips into my neck, still out of breath himself. “Fuck, baby. You have no idea how bad I wanted to fuck you that day I saw you in the towel. All I kept thinking about was how badly I wanted this. How badly I want you.”

The day I started spying on him.

I never thought I’d start falling in love with him.

But here I am.

I have to come clean before Nigel beats me to it, because eventually, Nigel will unveil it. Secrets always get exposed.

I don’t plan on ever leaving his side, not ever.