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  Her whispers come breathlessly, “Yes…Please…Don’t stop.”

  I move my hand down over her hard point and press a finger inside her. It’s slick and tight.

  “Jesus Livy, you’re unbelievably fucking perfect,” I groan. “You take my breath away. I want my cock inside you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life, but I’m gonna make you come first.”

  She cries out my name as I press another finger inside her tight pussy and massage her clit with my thumb while I fuck her with my fingers.

  She grips my bicep and digs her fingers hard into the muscle which feels like good pain. I can tell by her breathing that she’s on the edge, about to come apart. Normally, I’d hold back and keep her there, move her up and down on the very pinnacle of her climax. But I’m so desperate with ravenous need right now, I give her what she wants.

  Her perfect pussy begins to pulse around my fingers and she lets out a wild scream as I stroke her through her orgasm. Watching her come, feeling her clench and pulse on my fingers is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever done.

  I need more. I want more. I won’t ever get enough.

  Apparently, she does too. As soon as she catches her breath from her climax, her mouth crashes against mine and her hands are tearing at my hips, peeling away my wet boxers. I let her shove them down to my ankles and step out of them. She gazes at my solid cock waving slightly as it stands up rigid and her eyes go wide at the size of me. I’m used to that. I yank her back up and her leg wraps around my waist so that her wet pussy grazes around the base of my cock.

  “You’re so big,” she murmurs. For an instant I think she’s about to beg 0ff but not a chance. My girl is a wild queen. “Please, Carter,” she moans. “I need you inside me. Now!”

  “Yes, Ma’am,” I grunt.

  I move my hands to her perfect ass, squeezing as I lift her onto me. She wraps her legs around my waist as I press her against the wall and find the hollow of her dripping entrance. I settle the head against her quivering hole and push into her slowly. Inch by inch. It’s exquisite. Her hard little fingers dig into my shoulders as she moans out my name.

  “Livy, you feel so fucking good.” I manage to grit out in a feral tone, afraid I might lose my load before I’m all the way inside her.

  That’s how amazing her pussy feels wrapped around my length. Then it hits me. Christ! I never do this. I’m inside of her bare. It’s the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life, but it’s wrong.

  “Fuck. Livy. I don’t. I can’t. I don’t have a condom. I’m clean.” I stammer. I need to pull out but I can’t.

  She whispers breathlessly. “I’m clean and I’m on the pill. Don’t stop. This feels so…”

  “Fucking perfect.” I finish her sentence for her as I thrust hard, deeper inside her until her lips curl around my root and I’m buried all the way in her.

  Our bodies feel like they’re meant to be joined together. After a few long full gliding moves of my entire length and some hard short thrusts, I feel her perfect pussy pulsing around my cock and hear her moan my name over and over. I pick up the pace, ramming harder into her sweet tight pussy until my balls pull up and I explode inside of her.

  My entire body threatens to collapse with the overwhelming clench and jerk of my release. Our mouths crash together as we ride out our orgasms, sucking and licking at each other like animals. I’ve fucked a lot of women in my life. But nothing has ever remotely compared to this with Livy. Once we slow down from grabbing and clasping each other, I pull her as close as possible and hold her tightly against me as we slow our breathing together.

  Her legs are shaking as she releases them from my back and drops to the ground, finding her feet. She leans languidly back against the wall so I can take in her amazing body. I brush her long wild blonde hair out of her face and lift her chin with my finger. I press my forehead against hers. What we’ve done hits me like a ton of bricks.

  “You’re incredible Livy. I’m sorry.” I whisper breathlessly.

  She grins and her soft breath hits my lip as she laughs lightly, happily. “I’m perfect Carter. Please don’t say you’re sorry. Not ever.”

  The blanket is still pinned between her back and the wall and I lift the edges and wrap it around her. “You’re sure I didn’t hurt you?”

  “I love how hard you fuck me,” she says with her usual directness.

  Wow this girl is incredible. She slides down the rock like a version of a pole dance until she’s sitting down.

  “I just need a second. God, I wish there was a soft, cushy bed in here,” she says grinning up at me, her eyes lingering on my still semi-hard cock.

  I laugh. “From your sweet lips, Baby.”

  I crouch and start digging through my backpack.

  She laughs again. “Don’t tell me you have a bed in there, Superman.”

  I turn around and grin at her, “Actually I do. A twin air mattress and a battery powered compressor.”

  Ten minutes later, we’re lying next to each other on the firm blown up mattress, snuggled under a heap of blankets. I’m staring into her beautiful cobalt eyes. And she’s looking back at me like I’m the only person in the world.

  “So, are you gonna tell me why you were wandering around the mountain without any clothes?”

  A flare of jealousy runs through me again that she was out with that asshole. I watch her cheeks turn pink.

  “Uggh. Jonathan.” She pauses. “Oh god, Jonathan. He was at the cabin.” I see panic cross her face.

  I don’t know why but it crawls all over me that she’s worried about that fucker after he just left her. On top of that, I don’t want to know what he has to do with her being naked.

  “Don’t worry, your boyfriend’s fine,” I half snarl. “He rode down the mountain with the Rangers, like a little girl.”

  She lets out a breath and rolls over to prop her head up with her hand. She throws me a satisfied smile. "He’s not my boyfriend.”

  I chuckle, relief flooding me almost as strongly as my climax, then say; “I don’t think he got the memo.”

  “Yeah well, the night that we…the night of the cookout, I told him I just wanted to be friends and he seemed cool with it. But when we hiked up here today, he was acting like we were more than that. By the time we got up to the cabin, I was over it so I left to take a swim. He showed up at the lake and when I told him to go back to the cabin, I guess it pissed him off. Enough that he took my clothes. By the time I got about half-way back to the cabin, there was so much smoke I couldn’t tell how close the fire was…”

  Her voice drops off. I can’t imagine how scared she must have been.

  “That fucker took your clothes and left you to hike thirty minutes back to the cabin? Naked and alone?” I look at her and she just shrugs. I decide I’m not going to tell her how he just left her, knowing the fucking mountain was burning down. I don’t want to upset her. “Liv. Promise me you won’t ever be alone with that guy again.”

  I see tears welling in her eyes. “I won’t,” she whispers.

  For some reason, when I look into her deep blue eyes, I believe her. I change the subject because I can’t bear to see her upset in any way. But I know I’m going to keep her safe from that rat fucker when we get out of here.

  We lie back, Liv using my bicep as a pillow and spend the next two hours talking. She tells me a dozen crazy stories about Reese. We talk about her new job and her dad. I tell her about my ex-wife, which I’ve never told any woman. For some reason, I want her to know everything about me.

  Not only is she the most beautiful woman I’ve laid eyes on, she’s smart, she’s funny, she’s kind and sweet. I want to pretend that I’m not hooked on every word she says, that I don’t want to know every single thing about her, that when we get out of this cave I’ll be able to live without her. Every second I spend with her leads me closer to the truth, I have to have her in my life. I need her to be mine. I’m falling in love with her. Or maybe I fell a long time ago.

  I
run my hand down her side and back up her tight stomach. I trace the outline of her nipple and watch her beautiful face flush.

  “You’re so beautiful, Livy. You take my breath away.”

  I lean down and cover her nipple with my mouth and suck, trailing the tip of my tongue across the point. She moans and grabs my head and daggers her fingers through my hair. I look up at her and grin.

  “I have to make you come again baby, it’s the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.”

  She smiles back at me with her sot lips, big, blue eyes and rosy cheeks. “I think it’s about time you make love to me, Carter.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  11

  Olivia

  I look at myself in the mirror and after swiping on some lip gloss, grab my purse and keys and run out the door. I want to be gone before Dad gets home, it’s just easier that way. I can’t wait to see Carter. It’s been a month since that night. One month since Carter saved me, both literally and figuratively.

  Sometimes I still shudder when I think about what might have happened if Carter hadn’t come looking for me that afternoon. But the fear I felt that day, isn’t what I think about most of the time.

  It’s Carter. It’s the way he looked at me that night, the way he’s looked at me every day since then. It’s the way he touches me. I’ve never felt like this before.

  I can’t exactly pinpoint the moment it happened. I always knew I had feelings for Carter, but on that night, in the cold, damp cave that protected us from the fire, everything became real. More real than I could have ever imagined. It may have been the moment he looked into my eyes just before he kissed me. Or during the first few seconds of the fiery passion that exploded between us when he pressed me up against the wall and pushed inside me for the first time. It could have been while were talking for hours all night or when he made slow sweet love to me twice before we left the cave, but whenever it was, I fell completely in love with him.

  There’s no doubt the sexual chemistry between us is off the charts. Being with him, talking to him, laughing with him, having him buried deep inside me—all of it’s perfect. It feels right. Everything about it feels like it’s meant to be except for one major issue.

  My father.

  When we surfaced back into the real world from our solitary interlude together in the underwater cave, Dad was kneeling by the lake waiting for us when we breached. Seeing daddy’s face, I thought everything would work out fine. I could tell he was hugely relieved to see I was safe. Then I watched him pat Carter on the back and pull him in for an embrace with a look of gratitude in his eyes that couldn’t be mistaken for anything else.

  It could have been right then, but it certainly didn’t take more than a day for him to figure out that something had happened between me and Carter. After the big welcome back, his demeanor took a chilly turn. He knows. He knows I know he knows. We don’t talk about it. We barely talk at all now and I know if he’s treating me this way, it must be ten times worse for Carter.

  I urged Carter not to say anything, sure that if Dad took some time to get used to the idea and saw how happy Carter makes me, he might accept us. But every day the iceberg beneath the surface seems to grow bigger. So now I’ve decided we should tell him. Together we’ll talk to him and convince him how great we are together. I just have to convince Carter of this tonight.

  As soon as I walk through his apartment door, I see him standing at the kitchen island cutting up vegetables. He looks sexy as hell, wearing nothing but an old faded pair of jeans that hug his muscular ass perfectly. I drink in the hard lines of his back tense up each time the knife in his hand rises and falls against the cutting board. He has a kitchen towel hanging over one shoulder.

  “What ya’ cookin’?” I can tell my voice startles him, but he turns around and a slow smile spreads across his face.

  He stretches out his free hand for me and I cross the room towards him, eager anticipation rising in every pore. He wraps his arms around me and that sense of safety immediately envelops me like a warm cloak. “I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he husks into my hair.

  He leans back to smile down at me as I raise up on my toes to give him a soft kiss. I run my tongue across his bottom lip and gently bite down on it. The heat rises into his chest and swells out his jeans which is more gratifying than anything I could imagine, knowing how much he wants me.

  “Oh yeah? What have you been thinking?” I whisper flirtily as I move my mouth down his throat to his chest and then to the ridges of his defined abs.

  I come to kneeling and with my lips teasing at his bare skin, unbutton his jeans and pull them down to his thighs. Then I bury my face into his musky man aroma and breathe into his rock hard cock through the black briefs.

  “I’ve been thinking about...Jesus, Livy. You drive me mad,” he rasps, as I pull down his underwear and begin licking the sensitive underside of his cock.

  I wrap my hand around the base of his shaft and watch as his juice oozes from the tip. My pussy clenches at the sight of his arousal and I feel my own start dripping down my thigh. I lick firmly, teasingly, across the tip, tasting the salty goodness and then wrap my lips around him and begin to suck. His hips buck forward.

  “Jesus. Livy. You have to stop.” I ignore him. The more pleasure I give him, the more I’m turned on.

  Suddenly, I feel his strong hands reach under my arms to pull me up to my feet. He gives me a smile before his lips crash on mine and his hands reach under the skirt of my short dress.

  “Fuck, you’re not wearing panties, baby,” he moans as he massages my ass cheeks with both hands. “What are you trying to do to me?’

  He leans in so his lips trail down to my nipple and he sucks the hard pellet into his hold through my dress. His hand comes up to cup the breast and squeeze while his mouth moves to the other side. I’m relishing the breast attention when he suddenly grabs my hips to spin me around to face away from him. Carter likes to keep me caged between some hard surface and his equally solid body.

  My hips are pushed up against the kitchen island when he presses my back, forcing me down so I’m bent over, completely exposed to him. My chest lines the chill granite of the counter top as he squeezes my ass with one hand. He mangles the flesh hard and pulls it aside to grant access to the fingers of his free hand. Tremors rush through my thighs as he moves along my crevasse to find and rub my clit.

  Soft moans escape my lips as he circles around the soaked flesh. And then I can’t help but cry out when he drops to his knees and palms both cheeks to pull them apart. Jeezus, no man has ever looked ay my exposed rear entrance.

  Carter’s hot breath on that puckered skin makes sparks of white light fly unto my brain and when he starts to lick the length of me from my clit all the way to the rear, stopping to probe into my entrance with tantalizing thrusts of his tongue, I know I’m about to lose my mind.

  He slides back to lick my clit hungrily again and then shoves his tongue inside my pussy making me clench and the wave of pleasure pool hot in my core. In seconds I’m coming. My legs shake. My pussy pulses around his tongue as he rubs my clit with his finger. I’m screaming out in pleasure when he stands and leans into me.

  I press my face into the cool stone and come again, a massive climax rocking through me as presses his hard cock inside me. He thrusts in out as I come for the second, or is it third, or fourth, time? I can no longer feel or see or think. Everything is so intense. I’m all colors and heat and gasping pleasure.

  I can’t stop hitting higher peaks as he grips one hand around my hip and the other slides between my legs, orchestrating my unraveling, touching the place he knows will put me over the edge again, as he pounds harder and harder into me. I hear myself begging and pleading with him, but I don’t know for what.

  I want everything, Harder. Faster.

  As well as being completely deranged with constant shuddering orgasm. He increases pressure on my clit, fucking me harder as I scream his name and lose myself in obliv
ion. From somewhere high on another plane, I finally feel Carter clench then explode inside me, matching my climax perfectly.

  As we come down from our orgasms, he lowers his weight and presses his chest against my back so my breasts mash into the stone. Held trapped under him, he whispers in my ear.

  “I want you to be mine forever, Livy.”

  Chill bumps race across my skin and a tear falls from my eye. We lie there a while before he lifts me off the counter and gently unzips my dress until it falls to the ground. He unhooks my bra and steps out of his jeans then picks me up and carries me to the bedroom. He sets me down like a prize jewel on a velvet pillow and lays down beside me.

  We’re lying on his bed on our sides staring into each other’s eyes. Neither of us has said a word. I don’t know how much time has passed. I want to tell him I love him, but it’s too soon and there’s a cloud hanging over us.

  I finally blurt out, “I want to tell him. We have to tell him.”

  His eyes go wide. “Are you sure, Liv?”

  I nod. “I’ll tell him tomorrow when he gets home from work.”

  Carter shakes his head no and caresses my cheek. “I have to do it,” he tells me. “It has to be me. I’ll go down to the firehouse early tomorrow before everyone gets in.”

  I nod again and run my fingers through his hair.

  “Whatever happens, however, he takes it, nothing changes for me,” I say, still staring into his sad eyes. It’s killing him. I can tell. This freeze out has been hell for him and I feel like it’s my fault.

  Carter pulls me closer to him and kisses me softly, swirling his newly hungry tongue in my mouth before he rolls on top of me and presses into me again. I inhale a sharp breath and again marvel at how he stretches and fills me so perfectly. He intertwines our fingers together then lifts my arms and pushes them back, pinning my hands on either side of my head before he begins to slowly, agonizingly slowly, sweet, sweet slowly, saws in and out of my pussy.