Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 121764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
We followed the trail, Jaxson carrying a container of wine and two reusable mugs with him. I had cheese and meat locked in a bear-proof container. Together, we had the dinner of champions.
I was mid-laugh over a rookie party story Jaxson was telling me when we hit the top of the trail, and there below us was the most breathtaking sight I’d ever seen.
The sun was low, the light golden where it touched the colorful, nature-made hot tub. That same light reflected off the rivers that rushed into the hole from either side, the hot mixing with the cold in a natural phenomenon that felt so precious I was almost afraid to touch it.
We could feel the heat from the various springs around us, and then the breeze would flow down from the icy river. In the distance, trees ran thick and lush along either side, and at the river’s end, the mountains rolled along the horizon.
“Wow,” I breathed, shaking my head at it all before I turned to look up at Jaxson. His eyes were just as wide, his lips parted, chest heaving like he was experiencing the same flood of emotions I was.
“This is unreal,” he whispered.
I didn’t know why tears pricked my eyes, but I didn’t stop to think about it. We’d come all this way, and I damn sure wasn’t going to get up in my feels and ruin the moment.
I grabbed his hand in mine, and together, we ambled down the rocky edge of the spring until we found a place to shed our packs and the clothes we’d put on over our suits. Then, we tested the water with just a toe, making sure it wasn’t too hot.
I waded in first, dragging Jaxson behind me, and the more my body sank into the steamy water, the more alive I felt.
“Oh my God,” I said, speaking quietly as if I didn’t want to disrupt the maker of the bubbles steaming up from the center of the pool. “It feels amazing.”
“Fuck,” Jaxson added on a groan when he was submerged. He released my hand so he could float on his back. “I think my muscles are crying in relief. I’m sore as hell already.”
“Oh, that’s too bad.”
Jaxson frowned, sitting up in the water again. He waded until he found a place he could touch, and I swam over to him, my eyes just above the water.
When I reached him, I threaded my arms around his neck and latched my legs around his hips, kissing a trail along his jaw. “I was just thinking how we have this place all to ourselves, how there probably isn’t anyone else for miles…” I rubbed myself against him, reveling in how quickly he responded to my touch. His cock was already growing hard, his fingertips digging into the flesh at my hips. “How hot it would be to… play here.”
Jaxson groaned when I nibbled on his ear, but before he could pull me in for a kiss, I released him, swimming away on my back.
“But I guess if you’re sore — eeek!”
I hadn’t made it even two feet away before he grabbed me by the ankle and pulled me across the top of the water and back into his arms. He wrapped me up again, one hand snaked around my waist as the other slid into my wet hair and pulled me in for a bruising kiss.
“I’m never too sore to fuck my girl.”
Dirty Fucking Girl
Jaxson
Chills swept over Grace’s body at my words, and I sealed the promise by propping her ass on a low rock and spreading her legs wide. She was still half under water, but now I could see where her nipples peaked against the baby blue triangle top of her swimsuit, could see how her chest heaved when I wrapped my hand around her throat and tilted her chin up.
“Someone could walk up at any moment,” I pointed out, squeezing just enough to make her lips part and a soft breath hitch out of her. My free hand slid under the water, and I dipped my fingertips beneath the fabric of her swimsuit. “I need you to come fast for me.”
Her body shook when I pressed my fingertips against her swollen clit, but I didn’t apply pressure yet. Instead, I teased her, gliding over that sensitive spot with the lubrication from the water.
“Can you do that?” I asked, tightening my grip on her neck and lowering my mouth to hers. I didn’t kiss her. I hovered, our lips brushing, the heat of her exhales ghosting over my skin.
She ground her pelvis against my hand under the water, and I pressed against the movement, giving her just enough friction to wind her up.
“Mmm, look at you,” I mused, smiling against her lips. She tried to kiss me, but I pulled away, keeping less than a centimeter between our mouths as she bucked her hips again. “Fucking my hand in the middle of a national park. What if someone’s watching you right now, Nova? What if someone is behind those trees, seeing how desperate you are?”