time he moved out of her she pulled and sucked at his cock, demanding that he sink back into her depths. He raced now, seeing the finish line, stretching for his bliss.
Orgasm slammed into him. He held her against him, his cock jerking high inside her as he came. Pleasure scalded him from the inside out, shaking and rattling his body—his very spirit—in its wake.
He blinked his eyes open, realizing his biceps were still rigidly contracted. He mumbled an apology—his climax had ripped at him so violently, he wasn’t sure how long he’d kept her with her bottom suspended in the air as he shuddered and tensed and emptied every last drop of himself into the condom. He drew his cock out of her and set her knees on the ground, wincing at the feeling of leaving her snug warmth.
“No . . . don’t,” she mumbled hoarsely.
God , he loved the sound of her voice.
“I had to,” he said, rolling the rubber off his sensitive cock. “I filled the condom. I didn’t want it to spill.”
His head came up when she moaned.
“Just a second and I’ll untie you,” he assured. He quickly knotted the condom and came down on his hands and knees over her. He worked open the scarf, freeing her wrists. “One second . . .” he muttered. He reached for her pants, shirt and jacket, and carefully draped and tucked the garments over her nudity. She put a hand on his shoulder as he tucked her jacket beneath her ribs.
“Come here,” she whispered, but he was already coming. He lay on his side and reached beneath her, tilting her into his arms. She snuggled next to him as he smoothed her jacket over her naked hip. Her soft hair brushed his lips, and he landed a kiss on the top of her head. For a stretched minute or two, they just lay there, attuned to one another as their heavy breathing slowed.
“I’ll be able to start a fire in a little bit,” he said after a while.
“It doesn’t matter,” she said against his chest. “You did an excellent job of keeping me warm.”
He smiled and pressed another kiss to the top of her head. Her hair smelled like crushed flowers. “I thought you might like the light, though.”
She nuzzled his chest with her lips, and he felt her small smile. “You did an excellent job of keeping back the darkness, as well.”
Chapter Four
John’s embrace kept the darkness at bay, but she felt it encroaching, slowly and steadily. In the distance she heard the eerie sound of an owl’s screech and then the small, indefinable cry of what she suspected was an animal’s last utterance on this earth. She shivered.
“Are you getting cold?” he asked her as he snuck his hand beneath her jacket and stroked her hip with a large, warm hand.
“No. You’re like a furnace.”
He chuckled. “I won’t stay that way forever.”
She heard several sticks popping and a whine coming from directly above them, then the sound of something dropping several feet away from their heads. It seemed like a bomb going off in Jennifer’s brain. A tiny squeal of alarm escaped her throat, and she flung herself into a rigid sitting position.
“What the hell was that?”
She sensed John stretching next to her. “Don’t worry. That was Enzo.” John chuckled a second later. “He sent us supper.”
“What?”
“Rabbit, from the feel of it. Yeah. Definitely a rabbit. Thanks, Enz,” he called in the direction of the hole above them. Jennifer heard a soft growl. John shifted next to her.
“Why don’t you pull on your jeans and jacket while I build a fire and cook us up some supper?”
She just sat there for a second as the meaning of his last few words soaked into her brain. “You know how to clean and cook a rabbit?” she asked as she fumbled for her jeans.
“Sure. I spent every summer with my father. He taught me all sorts of things about hunting and the woods.”
“What did your father do?”
“Worked in the mines. My mother left him because she didn’t want to see the mines claim him, like they had
Orgasm slammed into him. He held her against him, his cock jerking high inside her as he came. Pleasure scalded him from the inside out, shaking and rattling his body—his very spirit—in its wake.
He blinked his eyes open, realizing his biceps were still rigidly contracted. He mumbled an apology—his climax had ripped at him so violently, he wasn’t sure how long he’d kept her with her bottom suspended in the air as he shuddered and tensed and emptied every last drop of himself into the condom. He drew his cock out of her and set her knees on the ground, wincing at the feeling of leaving her snug warmth.
“No . . . don’t,” she mumbled hoarsely.
God , he loved the sound of her voice.
“I had to,” he said, rolling the rubber off his sensitive cock. “I filled the condom. I didn’t want it to spill.”
His head came up when she moaned.
“Just a second and I’ll untie you,” he assured. He quickly knotted the condom and came down on his hands and knees over her. He worked open the scarf, freeing her wrists. “One second . . .” he muttered. He reached for her pants, shirt and jacket, and carefully draped and tucked the garments over her nudity. She put a hand on his shoulder as he tucked her jacket beneath her ribs.
“Come here,” she whispered, but he was already coming. He lay on his side and reached beneath her, tilting her into his arms. She snuggled next to him as he smoothed her jacket over her naked hip. Her soft hair brushed his lips, and he landed a kiss on the top of her head. For a stretched minute or two, they just lay there, attuned to one another as their heavy breathing slowed.
“I’ll be able to start a fire in a little bit,” he said after a while.
“It doesn’t matter,” she said against his chest. “You did an excellent job of keeping me warm.”
He smiled and pressed another kiss to the top of her head. Her hair smelled like crushed flowers. “I thought you might like the light, though.”
She nuzzled his chest with her lips, and he felt her small smile. “You did an excellent job of keeping back the darkness, as well.”
Chapter Four
John’s embrace kept the darkness at bay, but she felt it encroaching, slowly and steadily. In the distance she heard the eerie sound of an owl’s screech and then the small, indefinable cry of what she suspected was an animal’s last utterance on this earth. She shivered.
“Are you getting cold?” he asked her as he snuck his hand beneath her jacket and stroked her hip with a large, warm hand.
“No. You’re like a furnace.”
He chuckled. “I won’t stay that way forever.”
She heard several sticks popping and a whine coming from directly above them, then the sound of something dropping several feet away from their heads. It seemed like a bomb going off in Jennifer’s brain. A tiny squeal of alarm escaped her throat, and she flung herself into a rigid sitting position.
“What the hell was that?”
She sensed John stretching next to her. “Don’t worry. That was Enzo.” John chuckled a second later. “He sent us supper.”
“What?”
“Rabbit, from the feel of it. Yeah. Definitely a rabbit. Thanks, Enz,” he called in the direction of the hole above them. Jennifer heard a soft growl. John shifted next to her.
“Why don’t you pull on your jeans and jacket while I build a fire and cook us up some supper?”
She just sat there for a second as the meaning of his last few words soaked into her brain. “You know how to clean and cook a rabbit?” she asked as she fumbled for her jeans.
“Sure. I spent every summer with my father. He taught me all sorts of things about hunting and the woods.”
“What did your father do?”
“Worked in the mines. My mother left him because she didn’t want to see the mines claim him, like they had
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