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  Bambi

  “Oh my.” I stand on the edge of the cliff and it feels like you can see forever from here. But that’s not what’s so breathtaking. The waterfall going down the side of the mountain into a clear blue lake takes my breath.

  Angus tucks his arm around my waist and brings me back a few feet. The whole thing is too perfect to be real.

  “Is this yours too?”

  “Yeah.” I can hear the pride in his voice. “If it was a little warmer, we could go swimming.” His hand drifts up the front of my shirt to rest on my stomach. I lean back against him, and I realize I can’t get enough of being this close to him. I worry I might be getting too attached, and I’m going to end up hurt.

  “You’d have to teach me.” I smile at the idea of Angus teaching me to swim, but I know I’d feel safe in the water with him looking out for me.

  “You can’t swim?” He sounds shocked.

  “There was never really a reason.” He turns me in his arms, and I look up at him. “We weren’t the type of family that did fun things like amusement parks or going to the pool.”

  “There is so much I don’t know about you.”

  I look away from him and think that none of it is worth telling. “There’s not much, to be honest. I live with my brother and I worked at the movie theater. Although after two no-show shifts, I’m guessing I’m fired now.”

  “Movie theater?” I can hear the smile in his voice.

  “Don’t knock it. I got all the free popcorn I wanted with control of how much butter I could put on it.”

  “I see your point,” he chuckles. “I’ve told you about my parents, why don’t you tell me about yours?” I tense, and he touches my chin so I have to look back up at him. “That’s fine. We’ll get there.”

  He leans in and kisses one cheek and then the other before his mouth is on mine. It’s a kiss so tender and sweet it makes me want to cry. So many emotions overwhelm me at once, and I let out a sigh when his mouth releases mine. Yeah, I’m getting attached. How can I not when he kisses me as if I’m the most important and precious thing in the world?

  “How about I make you dinner?”

  I nod, liking the sound of that. I don’t know what it is about his cabin, but it puts me at ease. Thinking about my parents makes me want to go rushing back there.

  “Okay.” I hate talking about my family. I really wish some things would stay in the past. Angus stares at me for a long moment, and I can tell he wants to say more.

  “Hop on.” He turns around for me, and I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding.

  “I don’t know how you do this,” I laugh as he starts to make his way back toward the cabin. I brush my nose along his neck and breathe him in.

  “Have you ever had breakfast for dinner?” he asks.

  “No, but that sounds pretty amazing. Breakfast is the best meal of the day if you ask me.”

  “Then you’re in for a treat. I make killer pancakes.” I rest my head on his back as he keeps walking. “You falling asleep on me?”

  “No. I enjoy lying on you.” I’m starting to think I’m starved for human contact. Before Angus I couldn't tell you the last time I even hugged another person. I’d never thought about it until now.

  “Feel free to lie on me whenever you want.” He jogs up the stairs like I weigh nothing, then he puts me down and I slide off his body. “We’ll see about getting you some shoes.”

  Is he implying I'll be back? I’m not going to touch that one right now. I know it’s too soon for such promises. Not to mention my life is a bit of a mess right now, so I change the subject.

  “I bet this place is even better in the winter. You could get trapped out here for a few weeks.” I let out a long sigh because it sounds like heaven.

  “I think it would be a lot better if I had someone to get trapped with.” He snags my hand as we walk inside.

  “I still can’t believe your brother doesn't love this place.”

  “I think he’s finally found someone to settle down with. He’s a divorce lawyer who works like crazy.”

  “That’s gotta be hard.”

  “You keep looking at the fireplace. You want me to light it?”

  “Yes, I love the sound of them.”

  “All you have to do is open that pretty mouth and ask. There’s not much I won’t do for you.” He brushes his mouth against mine, and I grab his shirt to keep him close and deepen the kiss. His hands go to my ass, and he lifts me off my feet. I wrap my legs around him, holding on tight until we are both gasping for air.

  “Are all kisses like that?” I’m kind of only asking myself as I reach up and touch my mouth. My lips are tingling.

  “No, I can promise you they’re not all like that.”

  He steps back, and I watch as he adjusts the front of his pants before heading over to the fireplace. It makes me hot to think this is something different for him too.

  I don’t know why, but from the moment my eyes locked with his, I felt safe. Safe enough to take things further when I danced for him. Safe enough to get in his car in the middle of the night and drive to the edge of nowhere. The list goes on and on, and I know I should trust him with other things, but I don’t want him to look at me differently.

  Angus throws a match, and the fire comes to life. I sit and watch it for a few moments as he starts on dinner.

  “Do you think your brother will get married, or is he jaded?”

  “If you had asked me that last month, I would have said never. Now I wouldn't be surprised if he called me tomorrow and said he’s married.”

  “Have you ever been in a serious relationship?” I should be asking this, but I don’t want to hear about him with someone else. I also wonder if his relationships are fast and fleeting so I know how hard to hold on or if I need to start protecting myself.

  “No,” he says without hesitation. “But this feels serious to me.”

  When he looks up at me, I think I might be past the point of being able to protect myself.

  Chapter Ten

  Angus

  I use my fork to cut into the pancake and force myself to stare at it. I only last about three seconds before I look across the table and watch her eat. I gave her a stack of pancakes and sausage, and she’s almost cleared her plate, but the part that’s driving me crazy is she keeps sucking the syrup off her thumb.

  The whole time I cooked we talked and moved around the kitchen like we’d been doing it forever. Something about being with her here feels strangely familiar. The space she occupies in this cabin was a shape carved out for her by something bigger than us. Now that she’s here I can’t imagine her anywhere else.

  “Mmmm.” She closes her eyes and moans as she sucks on her thumb. Again.

  I’m only so strong, and she’s pushing me to the edge.

  “You like them?” I ask quietly as my hooded eyes drink her in.

  “I’ve never tasted anything better.” She licks her finger and then makes a popping sound when she takes it out of her mouth.

  My tongue goes dry, and my cock leaks in my jeans. I glance down at the wet spot I’ve made and groan. How can I not control these urges?

  I have to clear my throat before I can speak. “Do you want more?”

  “I’m so full.” She leans back in her seat and places her hand on her stomach.

  Why does that sound so filthy? Why do I want to see how full I can make her? I picture my cock inside her tight cunt, and I know teasing won’t be enough for me anymore. I need to sink deep and feel her hot, soft pussy squeezing my dick. Then she’ll really be stuffed.

  “What are you thinking about?” She laughs as she cocks her head to the side. “You look like you’re concentrating on a problem.”

  “I am actually.” I push my plate away and stand up from the dining room table.

  We decided to eat in here because the French doors open onto the wraparound porch, and she wanted to hear the crickets and see the fireflies.

  “And what’s the prob
lem?” She smiles at me as I walk around slowly to her side of the table.

  “I’m wondering if you’re sucking your fingers just to torture me, or if you’re doing it for practice.” Her mouth opens a little as I move next to her and pull her chair out. “The solution is simple, though.”

  She squeals a little when I yank her out of the chair and set her ass on the edge of the table. “Angus, what are you doing?”

  “Giving each of us what we want.” I grab her face with both hands and kiss her with all the need I have inside me. Maybe it’s too much, but I can’t hold back.

  “Angus,” she moans when my mouth and hands move south.

  “If you don’t want this, you have to tell me to stop.” I tug at her tank top and she holds her arms up so I can take it off of her. “You have to tell me to slow down.”

  “Don’t stop,” she breathes as I take her bra off and hungrily taste her tits.

  Her nipples are so tight, like little pebbles in my mouth, and I can’t stop sucking on them. I hold her tits together with both my hands and go back and forth between them until she’s whimpering with need.

  I lay her back on the table and undo the front of her shorts. Looking at her spread out on this oak I carved with my own hands, I realize I built this for her. I made this table so I could fuck her on it, and goddamn it I’m going to.

  Her shorts come off in one quick move, and her panties are shredded seconds later. I have no time for anything that’s standing in the way of what I want.

  “Angus.”

  I watch as she pulls her knees up and spreads her pussy open for me. The sight is like heaven’s gates, and I stand there staring at the beauty between her legs. “Holy shit,” I whisper, wiping the drool off my lip. Seeing something out of the corner of my eye, I smile and grab the syrup bottle and pop the cap open. “Now it’s my turn to eat.”

  Before she can respond, I fall to my knees to where her ass is at the edge of the table and turn the bottle upside down on her pussy. A trail of sticky syrup drips between her lips, and I greedily lick it up. Once she’s coated, I toss the bottle aside and grab her thighs. I hold them open as she cries out and I lick her fucking clean.

  The sweetness of the sugar combined with the sweetness of her cunt is the best thing I’ve ever had in my mouth. I lick and suck my way through the sugary treat and get her right to the edge.

  “You want to cum like this or while I’m inside you?” I tickle her clit with the tip of my tongue, and she cries out.

  “Inside me!”

  “Good girl.” I kiss her pussy one last time and then stand up.

  I pull off my T-shirt and throw it on the floor as I open up the front of my jeans and pull my cock out. I don’t even bother to take off my boots because right now I’ve got one mission: get inside Bambi as fast as possible.

  She’s reaching for me, and I lean over her body, still spread out. I hold my cock at her opening as we kiss, and I can taste her pussy and the need she has built up at the same time. I imagine this is what it’s like to get your first drink of water after being in the desert. I’m sated and desperate all at once.

  Without hesitation, I thrust deep, as far as I can go, before she clenches around me and whimpers against my lips. “Easy, easy, babe. Breathe,” I whisper, resting my forehead to hers.

  She relaxes by a fraction, and I push the rest of the way inside her. Fuck, I knew she’d be tight, but I wasn’t prepared for this. My knees threaten to buckle, and my thighs burn to thrust as I hold still and try to stay calm.

  “How?” I shake my head and swallow hard. “Jesus Christ, Bambi, how is it so fucking good?”

  I close my eyes tight and try to think of every type of tree I can name, because if I think about how goddamn good this feels, I won’t last another second.

  “It’s so big.”

  I open my eyes to see her trying to wiggle down farther, but her little pussy just won’t let me in without hurting her.

  “We just need lots of practice.” I kiss her gently, and she relaxes by another fraction.

  My instincts are telling me to fuck and fuck until I can’t walk, but I’m trying to be gentle, trying to go slow. I want to cum on every square centimeter of her body, and I’ll be damned if anything gets in my way. Including her tight little snatch.

  I pull out and rock back in quickly, not wanting to leave her warmth. She’s wet and sticky and I know it’s not just from the maple syrup. The sounds are pornographic as I thrust a little more, and she raises her hips to meet them. She’s relaxed onto the warm wood, and I pin my arms on either side of her so I can watch. Her tits bounce, and her legs fall open all the way as our slippery connection gets faster and harder. I’m all the way to my balls now, and they slap her ass with every stroke. The table slides a little too, but I just keep going forward.

  Her fingernails dig into my chest, and I clench my teeth, growling with pride. I hope she marks me up so I can see the reminder of the first time I had her. It won’t be the last by a long shot tonight, but I’ll never forget this moment.

  “I think, oh god, I can’t stop it.”

  Her hips rise up high, and I bottom out inside of her. I grab her ass and hold her still, feeling her pussy clench around me. The pulse of her cunt makes me lose my control, and I cum inside her like an animal. I don’t even make a pathetic attempt to pull out and apologize. Instead I keep my dick buried until the last drop is out, and I’m not the least bit sorry. It felt so fucking good that I already want to do it again.

  When I open my eyes, I see her smiling at me with hooded lids, and I smile back at her. Her arms are limp as I lean down and kiss her, and she tries to hold on to me.

  “I can’t move,” she mumbles against my lips.

  “You don’t have to.” I kiss her again, and for a second it's on the tip of my tongue to tell her I love her. I bite it back and kiss her once more to try and tell her without the words.

  I pull out of her and we both groan at the loss of connection. My dick is still pointing at her like a dog on a hunt, and I glance down to see a small trace of blood coating it. I knew she wasn’t experienced, but seeing she was a virgin makes my cock harder.

  “You’re mine now.”

  Before either of us can say more, I hear my cell phone ringing on the counter next to me. Normally I’d ignore it, but if someone is calling me this late, it’s probably Rogue, and it’s for a good reason.

  “I’m sorry, babe. Let me grab this real quick and make sure Rogue is okay.” She nods and I answer it without looking at the screen. “You okay?”

  “You’re a hard man to track down,” the feminine voice on the other end says.

  I look at the screen and don’t recognize the number as I put it back to my ear. “Who is this?”

  “Vivian, Bambi’s boss. I believe you put my employee in the hospital yesterday?”

  Was that only a day ago? It feels like a lifetime away. I don’t answer as she sighs.

  “Have Bambi back here by tomorrow night or pay the consequences.”

  “How much is that going to cost me?” I have no intentions of giving Bambi to anyone, but if it takes paying off this Vivian woman because I kicked her goon’s ass, then so be it.

  “It will cost you Bambi.” I hear someone call out her name and it’s loud enough that I pull the phone away from my ear.

  “Jero!” Bambi climbs off the table to where I’m standing.

  “Fuck,” I whisper, but Vivian continues talking on the other end.

  “You have until tomorrow night.”

  The phone goes silent, and I see the call has ended. I look into Bambi’s eyes that are filled with tears. I don’t know what to do, so I do the first thing that comes to mind and I hold her against me.

  “It’s going to be okay.” I kiss the top of her head and hope I’m telling the truth.

  Chapter Eleven

  Bambi

  Angus’s hand rests on my thigh. It’s been there since we got into the car. I think he’s trying to reas
sure himself that I’m still here.

  How did I go from having the sweetest moment in my life to having it all crash around me? This shouldn’t be shocking, really. Isn’t that how my story always goes?

  “You should really try and get some sleep.” I don’t know how long we’ve been on the road, but it feels like hours. Angus and I have said a few words to each other, but otherwise we’ve ridden in silence.

  “I don’t think I could sleep if I wanted to.” Not with how my mind is racing.

  “Babe, I’m sorry I snapped back there.”

  “I get it.”

  When I rushed to get all my stuff together, Angus lost it. He didn’t want me going anywhere, but what was I supposed to do? Was I just supposed to wait around until I got horrible news about my brother? How do I even know it would stop there? They’d keep looking for both Angus and me, and now we have no choice.

  “I can’t lose you. I only just found you.” I turn to look at him, and there is so much emotion in his words.

  “I don’t want to lose you either. This has been incredible. I want you to know that my time with you has truly been the best of my life.”

  “Shit. Don’t say it like that. That sounds like a goodbye.”

  “I didn’t want to not tell you.” I hesitate for a moment but then take a breath and let the words come out. “I think I’m in love with you, and I don’t want you to say it back.” Even in the darkness of the car, I see his jaw clench. He wants to talk, but I hold my hand up and keep going. “I know that’s fast to say, and you probably think with my lack of experience that I’m confusing lust with love, but I’m not. I know what I feel. And I don’t expect you to say it back or anything. I just needed to say it and…” I trail off. I’m rambling now because I know when I stop talking, he’s going to start.

  “Can I speak now?”

  “Yes.” I bite my lip, suddenly nervous. To my surprise, he pulls the car over, and then I wonder if this is worse than I expected.

  He pulls me over into his lap as his seat slides back. It's so fast I don’t realize what’s happening until I’m straddling him.