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By Tasha Young
I had no idea, as I tossed my backpack over my shoulder and headed out the door, that it would be nearly two long weeks before I returned. How could I? No one ever expects a simple hike up into the mountains to go horribly wrong—especially not on such a crisp, clear day when the sun is shining brightly and there‟s not a cloud in the sky. I remember that the air was fresh and clean, as it always is in the Colorado mountains. And that particular day was even more beautiful than normal. Birds were singing, the new spring flowers were starting to bud, and the hillsides were sporting a lovely new haze of green. I just had to be out in it, with only the trees and the wild animals for company! You see… Or maybe you don‟t. I‟m sorry, I should have explained. My name is Cassidy Murphy. That's right, the same Cassidy Murphy who ended up in all the newspapers two years ago when my folks were hit and killed by that escaping drug dealer. I was only sixteen then, and away at summer camp. We were on a twoweek hike through the mountains—the same mountains above me now—so I didn't find out about the car crash until we got back to base camp. That was bad enough, with everyone dripping tears and trying to be too helpful. Then the newspapers got hold of it, and everything really got nuts! I just wanted to go back home and be left alone! And Melodie‟s dad, bless his heart, made sure that I could. Melodie is my best friend, and her father's one of the only lawyers I‟ve ever trusted. My folks had felt the same way, so they‟d appointed him to be my guardian if anything ever happened to them. Race—not his real name, but we always call him that because he looks like the sexy guy from „Jonny Quest,‟ which was one of my favorite cartoons when I was a kid—sent the reporters packing, and asked if I wanted to come live with Melodie and him. And that was awfully nice of him. I really did appreciate it. But I wanted to go home—„home‟ being the huge ranch at the base of the mountain where I‟d grown up. It was tough living there alone, because every corner held memories and ghosts. So Race let Melodie move in with me—and since she was already eighteen, and mature for her age (in a lot more ways than Race knows about, too!), we‟ve been living together ever since. My folks‟ trust accounts cover all the bills, even if I decide to go to college, so we live a pretty comfortable life. And I‟m thinking about maybe converting the farm back into a working ranch, like it was before they were killed… But on that glorious sunny morning, I had the ranch all to myself. Melodie had already left for a two-month vacation with her boyfriend in Switzerland. And the hills were calling me with irresistible color and scent and sound. I hiked straight up toward the peak. It‟s a two-day trip, and I didn‟t figure I‟d go any higher than the snow line. But even that would be a great workout, a chance to stretch
my legs and enjoy the great outdoors. Don‟t get me wrong, I love Melodie like a sister…but sometimes you just have to get out on your own, you know? And it felt good to be completely free. No one was looking for me, no one was expecting me back at any particular time. I could stay out all night or even all summer, if it met my whim. But you don‟t survive long in the mountains if you don‟t stay sharp. And my guardian angel must have decided that Switzerland sounded like an ideal vacation spot, too, because she sure wasn‟t there to keep me from being stupid! Yeah, you guessed it. I was so busy watching the birds and squirrels and pretty flowers that I wasn‟t watching where I put my feet. And the next thing I knew, I skidded on a wet piece of bark, and the heavy backpack threw me off balance. Steep rocky hillsides are beautiful…from a distance. I don‟t recommend meeting one up close and personal. They have no compassion for fragile human flesh and bones. ***** The backpack saved me from a broken neck. I guess I should be grateful for that, but the irony didn‟t amuse me at the time. I was in too much pain. I didn‟t break my ankle—but I did sprain it pretty badly. And the bluff was so steep that I didn‟t figure I could climb it in a thousand years. Not good. Fortunately I‟m an experienced hiker. So I did the sensible thing. I scrabbled around for all the dead wood I could reach, and used my flint kit to build a very small—but very smoky—fire. Sooner or later, someone would see it…and when they did, they‟d hurry up to make sure it wasn‟t a budding forest fire. The only problem was, it took a long time. And when rescue finally did arrive, it wasn‟t a forest ranger or even a burly mountain-man with a grizzly bear at his side. It was a teenage boy. It took me a few minutes to figure out why he looked so odd. „Raggedy‟ was the first word that leaped to mind. His hair was almost brushing his collar, and looked like it had been clumsily hacked with a pair of scissors. His patched jeans were worn almost transparent, and his shirt was faded and a little too big. But he looked strong enough to figure out a way to get me off that narrow ledge. So I wouldn‟t have cared if he‟d had green skin, waving eye stalks, and tentacles. It didn‟t take him long to figure out the best way to haul me up. “I got a cabin not far from here,” he called down. “Lemme go back and get a rope. You be okay ‟til I get back?” Sure, why not? I only had a swollen wrenched ankle, and a bladder that was stretched past the bursting point. No problem. My kingdom for a fistful of Advil and a port-a-potty! “I‟ll hurry!” He flashed a sudden grin that did nothing to lighten my mood, and rushed away again. I was sure that he would, but every minute took about five hours. And it left me plenty of time to wonder exactly who he was, and where his cabin was. If it wasn‟t far…and it couldn‟t be, if he figured he could be back in just a few minutes… Well, I‟d lived down in the valley all my life, so why didn‟t I know about it? My back teeth were just starting to float free when he shouted a warning, and a long weighted rope slithered down the rocky slope. I lost no time in fastening my backpack to
do you?” A shy smile curved his lips. Some of the boys at our summer camp. Ankle hurts like hell. leaving me alone…and baffled. and made me acutely aware of the emptiness in my belly. It was the pot of bubbling stew that roused me. and having him haul it up. painful time for me to scrabble up to where he could grab my outstretched hand and pull me the rest of the way to safety. while you try to keep from falling or peeing on the floor. husky. and just a little hesitant…as if he hadn‟t spoken to anyone in a long time? Quickly I took stock of myself. the year my folks were killed. I never faint. The counter held a supply of fragile plates and mugs. “Sorry. and offered me a cautious smile. “You feeling better now?” he asked. several ancient tools were carefully stacked below a handcarved shelf full of collected knickknacks. but every time I jostled my ankle. “About as well as can be expected. My „savior‟ was standing in front of the fire. And believe me. Drying animal pelts were stretched across the rough walls almost like valuable paintings. But I‟ll admit that I don‟t remember much about him swinging me up and carrying me down the path. He was sensible enough to tie one end to a solid tree. duh. stirring the pot with a long wooden spoon. a long counter in what would probably be considered the kitchen area. Bladder‟s nearly bursting. and use another tree as a fulcrum.the end. and gave me the strength to prop up on one elbow and peer curiously around. Half a dozen shirts and a warm winter coat were hung neatly on pegs near the door. maybe twenty. Golden shadows danced across the thick log walls in erratic patterns. But even so. “You don‟t have a bathroom handy. Then it was my turn. and I knotted it securely around my ribs. it took a long. and laying me gently on a big bed. You want me to get you a bowl or something? It‟s not much. but…” Helplessly he spread his hands wide. Then he turned and rushed from the cabin. Feeling like I‟ve stepped into a scene from „Little House on the Prairie. The single-room cabin was warm and snug. their porcelain finish weathered and cracked with age. But this guy had to be at least nineteen.” I grimaced in reply. and the bed itself—all looked homemade. and nervously edged close enough to hand it to me. A heavenly aroma tickled my nose. Why was he acting as though he‟d never even seen a girl before? Somehow I managed to get my pants off. and had obviously seen a lot of wear. no. sturdy rather than elegant. then veering off through the trees until he was nudging a rough-hewn door open with his shoulder. duh. I managed it…then nearly overbalanced and tumbled to the ground anyway when I .” I watched in bemusement as he selected an ancient glass bowl from the mix-nmatch collection on the counter. The few pieces of furniture—a table and three chairs. there‟s nothing more awkward than balancing one-footed on the edge of a bed with a bowl between your legs. There‟s a privy out behind the shed. it hurt so badly that I wanted to cry. thanks.‟ duh. He turned when he heard me move. had been really shy and nervous around us girls. but I don‟t think you‟re gonna be able to make it on that foot. Anything was better than peeing myself. ***** I didn‟t faint. His voice was low. “Okay.
But masturbating was all I‟d ever done. I‟d never done it myself—but I knew what it meant when a guy‟s face got all flushed and sweaty. The early pioneers. I know it‟s wrong. I‟m pretty sure she knew that I was watching them. it would just plain hurt too much to wriggle in and out of them every time I needed to relieve myself. so that I could get a really good view.” He glanced over in my direction…and all the kindling clattered to the floor as his mouth dropped open. The lump in his pants was so big that it looked like he was about to rip right through them. one of the things he doesn‟t know about (at least we don‟t think he does!) is how much she loves having sex with her boyfriend. but whenever Bobby sleeps over. and had never met anyone who wanted to have sex with . And darned if seeing how horny he was wasn‟t making me just as incredibly horny! Melodie had showed me.” I apologized as he kicked the door closed again with one foot. too. I just didn‟t expect…” Okay. because I always stayed on the farm. But after a while I got intrigued—and then I decided that it must be pretty exciting after all. half-expecting to see a gigantic bloodthirsty spider clinging to the wall behind me.) There‟s a little hole in the wall between her bedroom and mine. I decided with a scowl. and him. Another thing I‟d figured out from watching Melodie and Bobby was that when I started feeling all tingly in my stomach. I saw that he‟d been busy. “I‟d help with that if I could. it meant that I wanted to have sex. I spy on them through the hole. So whenever she heard me thrashing around in my bed. And (this is why I mentioned about Melodie and Bobby) that was exactly what my „savior‟ looked like right then. how to masturbate…and I‟d gotten pretty good at making myself feel great. “You…your pants…” His voice sounded choked as he stuttered over the words. and slick wetness formed between my legs. and sit with me until I fell back asleep. and his eyes bugged in shock. must have been supermen. His arms were piled high with kindling for the fireplace.bent to set the bowl on the dirt floor. I whipped around. My t-shirt was long enough to cover my lace-edged panties…so what‟s-his-name would just have to cope. (Hang on. He wanted to have sex. She drilled it herself. At first I thought it was pretty gross. And since she seemed to get a kick out of it—she‟s always been a lot crazier than me—I got to where I watched them all the time. through example. because she made sure to position herself. “What‟s wrong?” Horrified. and the front of his pants started to bulge out in a big lump. maybe he hadn’t ever seen a girl before! Remember how I mentioned that Melodie is a lot more mature than her father realizes? Well. Until the swelling went down. “But maybe I can do the dishes or something. Briefly I debated trying to pull my jeans on again—but finally I decided against it. “You…ohhh!” The last part was a strangled groan as he bit hard on his bottom lip. and squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. because I had a lot of bad dreams those first few months. “I‟m sorry. because Melodie doesn‟t do anything that she doesn‟t like doing a whole lot. there‟s a reason I‟m mentioning this right now. she came in to wake me up. He didn‟t come back in for nearly fifteen minutes—but when he finally did.
me. “You got a name?” Suddenly it seemed imperative to break the ice, and learn all I could about this guy who‟d saved my life. “I‟m Cassidy.” “Logan.” He gulped as I stretched out my hand, then gingerly took it and squeezed it briefly before quickly backing away again. “You hungry? This stew‟s done cooking, an‟ we can eat any time.” Man, he was shy! That made me even more determined to get cozy with him! “I‟m starving!” And that was no lie. I hadn‟t eaten since breakfast, and the forest outside was starting to get dark as the sun sank over the mountaintop. “Will you help me over to the table?” Okay, sure, I probably could have hobbled over by myself. But why cause myself pain when it was a great chance to loop my arm around his neck, and snuggle against his broad chest? Logan gulped again, and I thought I saw him shudder. “Okay.” He sounded like something was caught in his throat. Because he was horny, just like me? He must be, because the bulge in his pants was huge! He smelled good. I‟d never thought much about that before, except to notice in passing that Melodie‟s boyfriend wore a rather nice aftershave. But Logan smelled really good, an arousing blend of outdoorsy scents like fresh-cut wood, grass, whatever soapy plant he used to wash his hair, and a musky aroma all his own that made heat coil in my belly. He was strong, too. His biceps flexed delightfully as he slid a cautious arm around my ribs, and helped me limp over to the table. “You sit still now,” he instructed, backing away to a safe distance again, “and I‟ll bring it to you.” My grimace wasn‟t entirely due to his rapid retreat. “I think maybe I ought to splint my ankle,” I decided, wincing. “I can do that.” He hesitated with a bowl in his hands. “I‟m pretty good at carving things. It wouldn‟t take much to shave some branches flat on one side.” That was the most enthusiasm I‟d seen out of him yet, so I encouraged it. “I packed some spare clothes in my backpack. If you wrap up the splints in my socks, that would cushion them.” “It‟d be bulky,” he warned, forgetting his shyness enough to hand me the bowl and thump down into the chair beside me. “But it would keep your foot from shifting around. And if I do it right, you could maybe even put weight on it. Oh!” Suddenly his head snapped around. “Or I could shorten the crutches I made a few years back, from when I cut my leg and couldn‟t get around for a while.” “How long have you lived here alone?” My amazed question jolted him, and he leaped back to his feet and swiftly retreated to the fireplace. “Did you run away from home? I promise I won‟t tell anyone, if you did.” The sudden sadness in his dark eyes made me wish I hadn‟t asked—and even before he answered, I knew what he was going to say. “It‟s not like that. My folks were killed in a plane crash up there, on the mountaintop. We were flying to Oregon to visit my cousins, but there was a storm, and lightning hit the wing of my dad‟s plane. I must‟ve been thrown out when we crashed, ‟cause when I woke up, I was lying in the snow, and the plane was on fire.” “Oh my God!” Tears blurred my vision as I stared at him in horror. “That must have
been awful!” So we had a bond, then, on several different levels. We were both orphans through a senseless tragedy, and we were both free spirits. As soon as I could, I‟d holed up on the ranch and turned my back on the rest of the world. He could have walked back to civilization—it was only about six miles to the nearest town. But instead, he‟d found this cabin and decided to stay here by himself, rather than risk being placed in a foster home or orphanage. “My dad and I used to hike in the mountains all the time,” he added with a bashful smile. “He taught me a lot about surviving in the wild, so I figured I could handle it okay. But I learned a whole lot more that first winter, believe me!” And he‟d learned it well enough to survive by himself for six long years. No wonder his voice sounded so husky, and he hesitated so often before he spoke! He really wasn’t used to speaking aloud anymore! “They can‟t force you into an orphanage now,” I pointed out as he shuffled over with his own bowl of stew, and cautiously sat down beside me again. “I know.” He was silent for several moments, just watching aromatic steam rise from his meal. “I‟ve been thinking that I‟ll need to go back soon, just for a while, like it or not…this is my dad‟s last pair of pants, I‟ve pretty much worn through everything else. I never could have stayed this long if I hadn‟t found his suitcase a couple of days later, and brought it back to the cabin.” And that explained why his clothes were a little too big. “I‟ll bet he likes it that you‟re wearing them,” I said quietly, touching his hand. “This tshirt belonged to my mom. Sometimes I feel like she‟s a little closer, watching over me, when I‟m wearing it.” His pulse was beating so fast that I could feel it through my fingertips. The fire in my belly kicked up another notch. “Where do you want me to sleep tonight?” I added, knowing full well that he wouldn‟t make me sleep in the chair. But it only seemed polite to ask, since this was his place and I was the intruder. He jolted a little, and tried to look everywhere but in my direction. “In the bed, o‟ course. I‟ll figure out someplace else for the night.” That was the moment when it all crystalized. I didn‟t want him to sleep somewhere else. I wanted him to sleep with me…in every sense of the word. I wanted to touch him, and be touched…I wanted to seduce him, and be seduced. I wanted him to be my first lover. I wanted to learn the glories of making love in his strong arms. And I wasn‟t going to take „no‟ for an answer. But right now, my stomach was growling with ravenous hunger, and Logan looked nervous enough to bolt outside at any moment. So I casually drew my hand back, and began to eat. Then I took a bigger bite, and moaned with delight. “Oh, this is delicious! You‟re a fantastic cook!” “Really, you like it?” That relaxed him again, and he began to eat his own meal. “I‟ve made up a bunch of different recipes, depending on what I catch in my traps—but this is my favorite one.” I listened as he told me about how he hunted, setting traps for the smaller animals whose pelts adorned the walls, and using a bow and arrows for larger game. “Deer hide makes a good raincoat,” he added with enthusiasm, “because its coat is naturally water repellant. It‟s taken me a long time to figure out how to tan it properly without getting
stiff. But I‟m getting pretty good at it.” I let him ramble, nodding and adding comments occasionally. But my eager thoughts were already jumping forward to bedtime. How could I entice him into sleeping with me? Our bowls were empty long before he wound down, and offered me a sheepish grin. “I‟m sorry, I didn‟t mean to bore you.” “Oh, you didn‟t!” And I meant it. I‟d often dreamed of living „in the rough‟ the way he‟d been doing. But listening to him talk about his day-to-day experiences had made me realize just how little I knew about genuine pioneering. “I‟m in awe…seriously!” I added when he gaped at me in disbelief. “It‟s amazing what you‟ve managed to accomplish!” That made him blush crimson-red. “Will you splint my ankle now?” I added, deliberately running my hand down my bare leg. “That way I won‟t have to lean on you every time I need to go to the bathroom.” He stammered and stuttered, but it didn‟t take long to convince him. So I watched in quiet fascination as he selected two straight branches, peeled the bark off, then used a wicked-looking hunting knife like a lathe. Long curls of paper-thin wood collected by his feet. “They‟ll make good kindling,” he told me as he concentrated on his task. His blush deepened when he reluctantly opened my backpack, and fumbled around for the thick hiking socks I‟d tucked into the bottom. “These will do the job,” he finally agreed, carefully not looking at my spare pair of lacy panties. Deftly he tucked the splints into each sock, then folded the fabric back down in a plush double-layer. “Now I just strap them to your ankle, and we‟re done.” This was the moment I‟d been waiting for. I held perfectly still while he knelt down and used long strips of deer hide to tie the padded splints into place. Then I laid a hand on his cheek, and gently stroked it. “It already feels better,” I whispered, gliding my fingers through his shaggy hair. “Thank you, Logan!” He sucked in a trembling breath as every muscle in his body tensed. “Cassidy, I…” He tried to choke back a soft, tortured groan. “I need… The dishes… I need…” “You need me.” Even as I leaned closer, I was amazed by my own courage. Who could have imagined that shy Cassidy Murphy could be so bold, so brazen? He made a strangled sound deep in his chest, and his hands clenched into whiteknuckled fists. “I don‟t… Cass, I can‟t…” He was panting so fast that his chest was heaving. Very slowly, feeling delightfully wicked inside, I curled my other hand around his flushed face, and tilted it up. “You can. I want you to.” “But I…” Desperately he shook his head. “Cass, the last time I even saw a girl, ! was only fourteen! I don‟t know what to do!” “I do.” Smiling, I closed the distance, and rubbed my mouth against his. “Follow your instincts, Logan. Do whatever comes naturally.” The sound that tore from him was frantic, primal, and incredibly arousing. An instant later, his arms closed around me in a fierce bear-hug. My knees parted as he held me tight, and I gasped in wondering surprise as his muscular body pressed hard against me. The big lump in his pants was hot and throbbing against my sheer panties, and it felt so good as instinct rocked his lean hips back and forth. “I feel… Oh God, Cass, I feel so…” He began to vibrate from head to toe, and sweat
“The bed!” I could barely even pant out the words as the tingling in my belly kindled into a fierce blaze. and I tugged at it just as his big hands slid down and encountered my bare stomach. I‟d never imagined that anything could feel so incredible! Logan‟s eyes rolled back in his head an instant before his entire body stiffened…and then his hoarse rasping groans filled the air as burst after burst erupted deep inside me. then pressed his mouth . Instinct is such a wonderful thing… “Cassidy!” Air rasped in his lungs as he sagged down beside me. and his shirt fell unnoticed to the floor.broke out all over his body. and moaned with delight as he thrust against me harder. Logan!” He was driving me crazy! His threadbare jeans were in the way. I‟d never felt so incredible before! So this was making love. Logan! The bed!” Heaven only knows how we made it without breaking our necks. it felt so good! “Shirt!” I couldn‟t put two words together coherently as his hips ground eagerly against mine. I groaned with delight—then gasped as he grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and yanked it over my head. God. I think maybe I locked my feet around his waist and he carried me. shoved them down. because his hips started banging between my parted thighs like a jackhammer. Feverishly I kissed him again. “Yeah. He sucked in another tortured breath. No wonder Melodie liked having Bobby lie on top of her. desperate stroke. one second I was poised on the edge of my chair. and I cried out in stunned wonder. “Hurry. I needed so badly to feel his body that I was burning up inside! His fingers flew. panting helplessly for breath. and hit the wall. “Wow!” That roused him a little. God. Follow your instincts. and he filled me in one deep. trembling like a leaf. God. Wow. and the next moment we were rolling together on the wide bed. So was mine. My t-shirt tangled around my hips. then kicked them aside. The sight of my lacy white bra seemed to drive him insane with raw lust. “Quickly! Help me!” His shirt? Mine? I have no idea. and exquisite spasms rocked him to the core. Oh. but I‟ll never know for sure. All I know is. then let it out in a rush as I wriggled beneath him. It hurt to breathe. Urgently I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and pushed on it until he realized what I wanted. he fumbled with his zipper. flooding me with liquid wildfire. His wide chest was covered with a light matting of bronzed hair. Something long and hard jutted up as we rolled.” His heart was thundering like a locomotive. “Oh. “Oh God.” “Logan?” The room was whirling around me in dizzy circles. Oh. Panting. No wonder Melodie adored it so much! “I wanta do that again. I‟d said…but I‟d never expected anything like this! It hurt…and yet… Pleasure exploded in a savage burst. and he managed a husky laugh. Then heat seared me as we rolled again.” Logan managed a lopsided grin. Oh my God. I only had an instant to see it before he hooked his thumbs in my lacy panties and yanked them off.
The sudden rush of heat made me cry out.” That made me laugh. “Are you okay?” “Think so. I gasped. ya gotta go. The discovery that my body was exquisitely sensitive had been a delightful surprise for both of us. and again. Logan suddenly moaned. definitely good. what will you do?” For answer. “An angel wouldn‟t have fallen down that cliff. yeah!” Grinning. But not at all what I‟d expected. and stared hazily up at the thick rafters. she would have floated right over it. I decided after a moment. and slickness spurted against my palms as he quivered frantically. But when ya gotta go. It tasted weird…good. he lifted one hand and boldly cupped my left breast. too? Courageously I touched the tip of his swollen cock with my tongue.” he murmured.” “Gotta pee. and my bra had joined my panties on the floor as he‟d made it his life‟s goal to explore every inch of me in search of more erotic pleasure points.” “Good. “No. and my body arched in sweet ecstasy. Use the bowl again. and an occasional rumble of distant thunder. His entire body jolted in shock. An instant later. I bent down for a closer look. “Maybe she did it on purpose. and just a little embarrassing to be squatting and peeing right in front of him. “Does this feel good?” I knew it would. Would Logan like it. until Bobby‟s husky groans morphed into ragged grunts of delight. “Can I? Please?” “Oh. Every muscle in my body protested as I stretched a little.” Clumsily he rolled onto his back. He mustered just enough energy to lift his head. “You‟re beautiful. then collapsed again. I turned the tables by curling my hands around it.” I was happy to play along. and plopped back down on the bed beside him. and again!” ***** I woke to the steady patter of raindrops on the roof overhead. and his fingers clamped down on . his mouth closed eagerly over my rising nipple. because it was awkward. then fell back against the lumpy mattress with a muffled groan. Melodie liked to take it in her mouth. Before I could pull away. “And again. Now that she has it.” A sudden grin quirked his lips.” I hated to. “Maybe she did. don‟t go outside. and felt him swell inside me. because Bobby always loved it when Melodie stroked him this way. and the look in his eyes made me forget to be shy. “Cass…oh…oh! I think it‟s gonna happen again!” It was so soft and slippery on the outside! Fascinated. and he exploded right down her throat. Logan rolled over to watch me. Yeah. “Like an angel come down to earth. and peer drowsily down at me. and bob her head up and down. But before he could ease me down and push his long rigid shaft back into me.” “‟Kay. “Cassidy?” Logan‟s long body was still half-stretched across me. to catch my attention. where he‟d collapsed in sheer exhaustion just before dawn. and shook his head. and clutch at his broad shoulders.against mine. I kissed him back. “Can you walk?” Then he noticed the rainy weather.
Cass!” I sputtered and coughed. I promise. Unbelievable ecstasy rippled through me in fierce. Cassidy. Dear God. and again. You said you needed new clothes anyway…so it‟s the perfect solution!” I‟d already described the farm to him. and barely managed to swallow in time. she won‟t care. half choking me. Or was that me reeling. all right! And every thrust and plunge was sheer heaven! His big hands felt incredible on my heaving breasts. but I launched into another eager description as I scrambled for ways to convince him. my own rasping gasps for breath…all gone. ***** . cowgirl!” He was a bucking bronco. just for the two of us. He wanted me to stay. the muted rumble of thunder. to say. and made me so eager to feel it myself that I didn‟t hesitate to straddle him. the moment he fell back with a muffled groan.” My voice was muffled against his broad shoulder. “Please. “Logan. The farm belongs to me. and I‟ll teach you to ride the horses… “And we can come back here whenever we want. and again! His hoarse grunts of delight lit the fire in my belly. “Ride ‟em. “Melodie won‟t be back for two months—and even when she does come back. and I pushed myself up onto one elbow. “Logan. And gradually. but for always. I couldn‟t… “Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhh!” Shockwaves jolted me as he slid one hand between my parted thighs. The dripping rain. “Higher!” He gasped it as my cries took on a ragged edge. and he arched up into me with a lusty laugh. Then he did it again. I can do as I please.” He stroked my cheek with gentle fingers. as I sagged down into his strong arms and fought to catch my breath? My lungs ached as though I‟d run a marathon. That kicked him back into high gear. yes!” The cabin was spinning in crazy loops. Not just until my ankle healed. and began urgently caressing me. “You won‟t have to hunt for your food anymore. as we shared an intimate breakfast in bed. And I have to go back to the farm. “What an incredible way to wake up. Logan?” “Will you stay here with me so I can?” Suddenly everything faded away into silence. But I knew damned well that no marathon had ever been this fun. he was serious. I…” Shaken. blinding waves.my shoulders. But I knew it could work. “Cass! Ohmigod. then I hobbled around on his makeshift crutches and helped him with small chores. I‟ll make it a good life for you. I fumbled for something. anything.” He had doubts about fitting in with other people. too. Stay here with me. and sink down on him. and my body arched in delight. and the vulnerable look in his eyes made me want to cry. Then burst after slick burst erupted into my mouth. I convinced him to at least give it a try. “You live alone.” How could I tell him no…and how could I tell him yes? “Why don‟t you come back with me?” Inspiration gave me new energy.” “I don‟t want to live alone anymore. “Go higher! Do it again!” I couldn‟t. It‟ll be like a vacation hideaway. “Will you wake me like this every morning. after living alone for so long.
and he blinked in surprise. It‟s even named for me. I felt very close to him at that moment.” Gently I stroked his cheek. every building and tree and blade of grass. Everything seemed glowing and beautiful as I stretched my arms wide. Even after watching Melodie and Bobby doing it. Even things that I‟d considered disturbingly kinky (Melodie loves it when Bobby pushes his big cock into her ass!) were fun when Logan tried it. isn‟t it?” I murmured. And since we were…barely…back inside the Keep. and he held me delightfully pinned against the rough bark while he pumped into me like a lusty jackhammer. . it was right at the edge of the trees. Twice we stopped to make love—once on a fallen log that stretched across the path. But it‟s mine. If I was right about my biological clock.It took nearly two weeks before my ankle healed. and wonder who lives there. “That’s your farm? But it‟s huge!” I chuckled. and scrambled to my feet. what could be a more fitting place to conceive my own child? Circles within circles. and our loving was so sweet and gentle that I knew I was head-over-heels in love with him. enjoying the lovely spring weather.” “I do.” Slowly he nodded. The day I was born. But now I do. hand in hand.‟ because this is where I was conceived. “I didn‟t understand before. Suddenly I laughed. As usual. “I come here all the time and look down. and born. Logan and I taught each other by experimenting. And it‟s where I should always stay. it‟s only six hundred acres. I‟d enticed him into taking a walk across the mountainside…to prove that I was strong enough for a long hike. I‟d been running when I left the farm…running from my past. he‟d just become part of me in a far more intimate way than he realized. I‟d never dreamed that there were so many incredible ways to make love. encompassing the gorgeous valley and the new life we were about to share. where the forest ended and the lush hillsides dipped down into a fertile valley. touching. and the endless empty days that had stretched ahead of me. and that Logan‟s child was even now starting to grow inside me. and suspected he‟d have liked this shy boy who had matured into a confident young man over the past two lovely weeks. he was right. It‟s a part of you. “Not that huge. Logan laid his shirt down in the grass to cushion my body. I‟m sure my ecstatic screams must had scared away every wild animal for miles! The second time. glancing past him to where the valley lay green and golden in the sunlight. my loneliness. Time would tell…but I hoped with all my heart that the slight internal pain I‟d felt while we were resting was what I thought. “It‟s beautiful. We spent most of it in bed. my father named it „Cassidy‟s Keep. I just didn‟t tell him that I had a particular destination in mind. teasing. and give each other exquisite pleasure.” “So are you. Running…right into Logan‟s strong arms. my father had always said.” “What?” His head shot up. This time. That morning. His answering nod was sleepy. The air was crisp and a little nippy as we strolled through the trees. tasting. and leaned close enough to kiss him.
'Cassidy's Keep' was where we belonged…and where we would stay…together. I‟d never need to run again.Well. I‟d found what I needed. . and now my life was complete.
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