Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
His wild desire drives him hard as I buck up and down on him, everything going a bit crazy within me, leaving me smiling and laughing as I moan. I’d never been happier than I am now. And I have a feeling it will only get better.
Mac wraps his arms around me to help me get the most of our tryst in the hot tub, using his strength to keep the pace hard and fast, even as the water tries to slow us down. We’re so damn driven to please one another. We’re so perfect for one another.
Is this what true love is? I always yearned for it since I read about it in those romance novels as a young teenager. But as I got older and jaded, I thought it was as much of a fairy tale as the stories of glass shoes and dashing princes.
As a surge of bliss hits me, the oncoming train of my orgasm that is now becoming so unavoidable, a burning bit of nirvana washes over me and I scream Mac’s name, and I hope to scream it so many times in the future. He is, of course, right there with me. My pleasure is his pleasure, and seeing me come sends him over the edge too. Even deep beneath the bubbling hot water, I can feel his cock tremble, and I can feel the heat of his seed filling me up.
If he knew I was acting with such wild abandon, I’m sure my father would be ashamed of me, but honestly I didn’t care.
Looking into Mac’s eyes, and seeing the passion he has for me, and everything he’s done for me so far?
A fairy tale is what it really feels like.
The day since we met can’t be described as anything other than a modern fairy tale. Crazy sex with a rough mountain man who’s spoiled me in every way imaginable. Who taught me to fish and is getting me a pizza for dinner. Who makes me squeal like a delighted little girl – no, like a woman.
Everything that my father and those in the compound believe suggests that the world outside is cursed and corrupted. That no one cares for one another, that there is only hunger, violence, and misery beyond the chain-linked fences and barbed wire.
I always suspected it was a damned lie. But I never knew just how right I was. Could life truly be as blissful as it has been with Mac?
Blind optimism is so unlike me, but it really feels like I’m destined to be Mac’s queen, forever free of the cruelty of my father and his insane beliefs.
Doubts are unavoidable, though. He’s done so much... but does he want me for more than just a weekend romp?
No honeymoon lasts forever.
9
MAC
Another day of sunshine. I get up and shuffle out of bed. I slide my pants on and look over at Merit. Fuck, she’s gorgeous, sleeping so serenely. I’m incredibly tempted to pull the covers off her and go for a taste of her and give her a very pleasant awakening.
But I also want her to sleep soundly. She’s been through so much.
These are the harsh choices I deal with every morning.
I ultimately decide to just go and make breakfast. I pull out some pancake flour, mix the batter and get to frying them, choosing to awaken her with the sweet smell of a good morning breakfast instead. I’d never cooked so much as I have in the past few days, but I want to see Merit’s smile every morning, and this is a proven way to do it.
Sure enough the smells lure her down, wearing my shirt from the night before. It’s such a classic look. There’s something missing on her face though.
The smile.
“Not a fan of pancakes?”
“I love pancakes, it’s just that, uh...”
“What’s the matter then?”
She slumps down at the kitchen table, her hands running through her hair.
“Just a headache? Not feeling well? Do I need to go back into town for some medicine?”
“It’s not that, Mac. It’s nothing. Nothing’s the matter. It’s just that... well...”
“Something’s the matter if you’re looking as dour as you are, Merit. I’m not used to seeing you like this.”
She sighs. “What’s your plan for today?”
“I was thinking maybe we’d go on a hike.”
“Didn’t you come up to this cabin to go hunting, Mac? You haven’t done that yet and it’s been days.”
I raise an eyebrow. She’s right. But going out alone seems so empty since I met her. “Did you want to go hunting with me?”
She shakes her head. “No, no, it’s not that.”
“Then what is it? Please tell me, Merit. There’s little you could tell me that would make me angry.”
She stews for a time, turning away from me. “You’ve just done so much for me already. I don’t want to take over your life entirely, Mac. You should do what you came up here to do.”